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claybrownie7566 · 3 years

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Through mortality (Part 1)

So I liked writing the Fierce deity not understanding love.

There is also a HC going around that Time's other eye is kept closed because the deity's spirit lives through him and can see out that side. So I thought it might be cool to write him learning about life through Time.

I also really love the fic (don't remember it off the top of my head) where Mask grants each of the masks a final request, and the fierce deity chooses to sleep. When the boy wakes up, the mask if off and sitting on his night stand.

I love this for a lot of reasons, but mostly I love that the god of war is learning what Hylia learned on Earth too. He just did it from within the bindings of a mask. So anyway, here is a little something :)

Hope you enjoy!

The first thing he saw was red.

His eyes snapped open, and his rage became free.

Unrestrained.

Lusting for blood.

He saw a great demon before him, the tune of dark magic and terror echoing in the kaleidoscopic room.

He growled at Majora, a monster he recognized from a life he could not remember. The creature raised it's whip-like arm to strike.

The Fierce deity cut it down with hardly the flick of his hand, and it was over. He did not need to know the reason for his awakening. He did not need any sort of validation for destroying such evil.

He laughed, the sound distorted and cruel.

"I have been freed. Now I can become what I was always meant to be."

Something tugged at him. He turned around, but there was nothing there.

Again. A gentle pull from within him. He could almost feel hands, small and strong, working beneath his skin.

Suddenly the world went dark, and he dissapeared with a frustrated roar.

He did not know how long he had been in the darkness. He did not know how long he had slumbered.

**********

The next time he saw light was in a great field. He heard shouts coming from all around him. He heard the screams of battle, and the clanging of metal. He took in the sights around him. It had been so long since he had seen the light.

"Sprite?"

He turned, peering down. His empty eyes met with sharp blue ones.

The deity said nothing.

This man, a man that he could've sworn he'd seen before, stood with authority and the mark of it aswell.

"Sprite, if you can hear me, make sure that big sword of yours doesn't hurt any of our friends okay?"

The deity tilted his head, then peered out at the battlefield.

Monsters flooded the land, soldiers in silver fought and worked and pressed forward, holding a line in front of the castle.

"Hey!"

He looked back at the man.

"We need your help. The kid told me you could help, so get to it!"

He paused, then smirked.

His helix blade was summoned to his hand, and he charged into battle.

Oh how he basked in it. He swept through hoards of monsters like they were nothing more than flies stuck in a trap. He downed monsters the size of Majora, he slayed them in numbers unbelieving to the mortal ear.

When they had all been destroyed, he yearned for more.

He turned to face the line of soldiers.

Stop.

He gasped.

Stop your rage. These are our men. If you harm them they will never let you fight again.

The small voice in his head perplexed him. Where had it come from? Who had invaded his thoughts and taken such control of his heart?

"Where am I?" He asked himself.

You are on the great battlefield of Hyrule field. You sleep in a mask unless I need your power.

So he had been used.

Why wasn't he angry?

Go back to the captain, see if there is anything else you can do to help.

"I do not help, little voice."

You just did. And you loved it. I know because I'm right here. I'm smart.

The fierce deity did not know why, but the voice in his head made him feel something he had never felt before.

"Very well" he said, making his way back toward the castle.

When he arrived, the man called "Captain" was waiting for him. But he wasn't alone.

The deity gasped.

A woman, clad in shimmering armor laid with jewels stood beside him. A circlet laced her forehead, and her face glowed with a radiance he had not seen in a mortal.

A memory. Old as the sun, and bittersweet tugged at the back of his mind. He knew this woman. Somewhere, somehow, in some life, he knew her.

But that life had faded.

The Captain looked at her, his previously stern facade melting into gentle protectiveness and fondness.

"Thank you" he said, "you saved many lives. I hope we meet again, but for now I'd like my boy back please."

"Your....boy?" The deity said, looking rather puzzled.

He means me.

"How do I accomplish this?" He asked the voice.

The captain shared a glance with the woman.

"How do you accomplish what?" The captain asked.

I'll take care of it. Just let me take over. Don't worry, you will not sleep for long. Thanks for your help.

The god did not know what to think of this, but he felt calm. Something he couldn't remember feeling before. His will diminished, and he felt small hands work at him again.

Then darkness.

**********

He woke to stars above him, and fire around him. Trees were scorching in the night sky, and there were cries for help all around him. When his mind regained focus, he could hear the voice within him tremble.

P-please. My brother. We are trapped here. He's very hurt, and I can't lift him. I'm sorry to have summoned you for something like this, but I didn't know what to do. Please help.

It wept.

Fire and something he couldn't name filled his chest. He felt his breaths quicken, and his brows knot together.

"Do not weep, little voice. Where is the one you call brother?"

He's against that tree to our right. Please hurry, he's badly wounded.

His eyes locked on the figure at the base of the tree. The blue scarf he had worn last time was still around his neck. The captain grimaced, and clutched his side.

Red.

The Fierce deity stooped, not knowing what he should do next. He was the cause of wounds like this, not a healer.

"What shall I do small one?"

Pick him up gently and get him out. Zelda will help him when we get home. Please hurry Fierce!

He did as he was told, the grass around them began to disapear, and the flames rose. He hefted the injured man into his arms and began through the flames.

The voice became muddled in all the chaos around them, and the warrior began to quicken his steps.

"F-fierce?" The captain breathed.

"You call me by that name. Why?"

Because saying Fierce deity all the time is annoying. I told everyone to call you that. Is that alright?

"Yes. That is a good name little one."

He felt the weight in his arms collapse further. The small voice gasped and cried out.

C-captain? Captain? Link! Link, please wake up!

"He cannot hear you little voice. But do not fear. We are nearly out of danger. I will deliver your companion to the castle."

A sniff.

Thank you.

Another foreign phrase.

After what felt like eons, they reached the castle. Guards and healers all rushed out to meet them. With gentle arms and tear stained cheeks, they came to him.

"Let me through" a voice, gentle and commanding at the same time rang out through the hall.

The one called Zelda rushed forward, taking the Captain's face in her hands. She brushed ash and grime from his face with the pad of her thumb.

"Oh Link" she whispered, "please hang on."

The little voice quavered and hitched.

It's going to be ok big brother.

The deity did not understand.

He watched as someone took the captain from his arms. He watched as Zelda followed after, staying as close as she could.

And he did not understand.

"Why does she grieve so? Why do you?"

The little voice took a deep breath.

Seeing him hurt, hurts us too, in a way. Because we love him.

He paused. It was a word he had heard before, but he did not know the meaning.

"I do not understand that word."

You will. One day.

**********

He awoke many times during the war of ages. He fought side by side many different heroes. He grew close to each of them, and over time he befriended the captain and his queen.

"Fierce can you tell the little ankle biter to quit stealing my scarf? It's part of my uniform and I need it." The captain jested.

Fierce grinned, "no promises captain. The little one says it looks better on us."

Hehehe

Something bubbled in his chest when the little voice laughed. He enjoyed causing it.

The captain glared playfully at the towering figure before him, crossing his arms.

"Well then at least give it back before-"

"Link!"

The two men turned their heads.

The one they called Ravio raced toward them. His purple rabbit hood bouncing behind him.

The boy stopped in front of them and panted.

"It's Zelda. She needs to see you."

Before Ravio could even point to the castle, the captain was off.

Ask Ravio what's the matter while we walk.

"Little hood?" Fierce asked, "what ails the queen?"

Ravio gazed up at him and sighed, a mischievous smirk playing across his lips.

Fierce knew that smirk.

"Oh dear."

RUN FIERCE I DONT WANT TO MISS IT!

The deity cringed at the rise in time, but agreed. Without a word he scooped up the little bunny child and placed him atop his shoulders.

"H-hey!" Ravio complained. Fierce began to sprint toward the castle, and the boy clung to his shoulders for dear life.

He slowed to a stop at the bottom of the stairs. Ravio climbed down and scurried away, happy enough his task was completed.

Fierce returned his thoughts to the little voice.

"Do you wish to part here?"

To his surprise the voice simply said No.

"Do you not wish to council with them?"

I can see from here. But you can't if I go away. I want to show you.

The Fierce deity was curious now, and allowed himself to press through the gates and down the hallways. The castle was a sight so magnificent it would've made the gods jealous. The stone columns, the statues, the marble floor. All luminous and strong, like the people within it's walls. He felt out of place here, but so strangely at home.

Carefully, he opened the door to the voices home, which he shared with the captain.

Look.

Fierce watched through the crack in the door. He saw the captain pacing the room, a hand resting on his chin in thought. His usual armor had been removed, he was in his simple tunic, trousers, and boots.

Fierce marvelled how a warrior such as the captain could look so very plain. There were footsteps coming down the staircase in the room. The captain held his breath.

Zelda flew down the stairs, her armor also absent. She was in a simple dress, and even her crown had been removed. She beamed and leapt into the Captain's waiting arms.

Fierce felt a soft smile cross his lips.

The captain spun her around, the two beaming at eachother in a way he had never seen.

"You did it" she whispered, "it's nearly over. All of it. Cia is gone Link. The monsters are retreating, and soon everything will go back to normal."

He lifted her chin, "I couldn't have done any of it without you. And goddesses above am I glad I didn't have to." He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close to him. He kissed her ever so sweetly. Fierce watched as she pulled away, setting her forehead against his.

This, the little voice said, is just one example of what love looks like. It has infinite meanings to everyone who has ever lived. This is a special kind of love. One that doesn't need anything to thrive. This is their love, and it is just for them.

Fierce felt something in his chest bloom with warmth. But more than that was a longing, a desire to feel this way toward someone or something.

Do you remember when you rescued the captain? That fear and that protectiveness me and Zelda felt for him...that was love too. He is my brother, and I love him. Do you see how it is different?

Fierce nodded.

Good. Then may I return to them?

"Yes" he whispered, "thank you little one. I shall see you soon. Please tell the captain and the queen I say hello."

**********

#legend of zelda #linked universe #it's both for now #because later it will be lu #anyways

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marvels-writings · 4 years

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300 Follower ‘Celebration’

Nothing But You (Oh Wonder)

Link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U9-0irkOXqA

A/N: 300 FOLLOWERS WHAT THE HELLLLLLL!!!!! Woahh anyways, I don’t deserve everyone but this is a song I absolutely adore and it instantly reminded me of Carol so here we are now. Lyrics in single quotes.

‘You were somewhere flying over water and earth

Looking at the world for what it is’

Carol flew over other planets, trying to look out for distress signals from other planets. It had been a few months after the Blip and thankfully, neither of you had disappeared. You had ended up moving in together, and after getting everyone back, got to work.

You missed Carol, a lot to be honest, home wasn’t the same without her. It was just a small house next to a large park near the Avengers Compound so you could get to work easily and Carol could take off without hurting anyone.

“And I’m gonna miss you too.” Carol joked when you hugged her and didn’t let go. “I’ll be back soon.” She comforted, kissing the crown of your head.

It wasn’t like you were this clingy often, only when she went off for weeks at a time.

“You better be.” You answered, letting go and giving her a last peck on her smile before she pulled away to leave.

Carol winked at you before taking off in a gold line. You watched until the line dissapeared, sighing as you headed back into the house.

Convenient, but it hurt how the two of you were living separate lives. You worked for SHIELD, so analysing threats, doing Fury’s work most of the time. Carol looked at worlds for what they were and tried to help everyone.

‘I'm at home and sitting, waiting, watching the birds

Carry little secrets in their wings’

Honestly, sitting at home without Carol near you, playing with Goose or just doing something crazy was the worst. You sipped your tea grimly as you waited for Maria and Monica to come over to give you some company, they knew how much you missed Carol.

You smiled slightly as you saw a few birds fly together in the air just above the huge tree in the backyard. One red, one blue strangely enough. It reminded you of Carol’s suit a bit when they fluttered in front of the clouds a bit.

Sighing into your tea slightly as you picked up your phone to call Carol.

‘Guess I'm a little lost without you

Living in a black and white’

Yawning loudly as you drove your car to work and the lyrics of some random song on the radio filling your car was your routine at this point. Carol was only gone for a week but it felt like months. Not that you’d ever tell her, but you had gotten lost on your way to work about 5 times already.

Every mission report seemed so boring, it was all in mono. Your life felt just a bit more in the mono without her.

‘You bring all the color to my daydreams

You bring all the quiet to my life’

“Y/n, stop daydreaming.” Maria scolded you when she saw you spacing out during another mission report again. You muttered a quick sorry and returned your attention back to the agent.

The daydream was of Carol coming home, much more colorful than the mission report.

‘Wish I was a pilot on your spaceship

Wish it was two of us in endless flight

Wish we had a planet we can name it’

You had begged Carol so many times for her to let you go on a few missions with her, you could figure out how to fly anything. She denied it, scared of you getting hurt. But honestly, you couldn’t stop daydreaming about being on the spaceship for months with Carol, in an endless flight.

Often the two of you had joked about finding some abandoned planet and naming it Danvers y/l/n. It seemed a bit funny, so far there was no planet either of you had found which was completely abandoned and unnamed.

‘Guess I'm thinkin' 'bout you all the time

Got nothing on my mind but you’

Maria and Monica finally came over and tried to take your mind off of Carol. It helped, honestly, it helped a lot. But all you could think of was Carol being her with the three of you to play Uno. Even though Monica always won somehow, it was funnier when Carol picked her up and literally threw her at you.

You needed to get a life.

‘Got nothing but you

You been gone 2 million, yeah, I'm counting the days’

8 days, 6 more to go. You checked off another day on the calendar after putting on another one of Carol’s hoodies which was starting to smell more like you than Carol. Annoyed, you got another one of her hoodies out after putting the one you were wearing in the wash.

‘It's hard to love myself when you're not here

Sometimes I look up and see you float in a haze

But it's always just the light tryna appear’

“Carol?!” You ran over to the window when you saw a golden light flash, it ended up being your neighbor trying to make some sort of a rocket and attached string lights to it on accident.

The yelling and laughter made you chuckle sadly buthead back to the dining table where you sat and ate pasta while watching Big Bang Theory alone. It felt so lonely, eating alone when your girlfriend was somewhere in another galaxy.

You smiled slightly when you realized you were the only person who could say that.

‘Yeah, all of these stars are around me

Living in my hair like a video dream’

Carol hovered in front of her spaceship, stars surrounding her as she looked at the planet she had just helped out a bit. They were confused out of their mind at what had just happened.

Once she got into the ship, she hastily brushed off some of the golden dust specks which were stuck in her hair. It was kind of like glitter to be honest, but annoying glitter. Carol sighed and walked in, checked her phone and found a few messages from you.

She smiled a bit and called you, the conversation lasting almost 2 hours, but it still wasn’t long enough.

‘You coming home is the only

Me on my own going M-A-D’

You asked Fury for about the fiftieth time when Carol was coming back, eventually he just told you whenever you approached him. Everyone understood how much you wanted her to come back, but they got a bit annoyed sometimes.

All you wanted was for your girlfriend to come home. You could deal with her going for days at a time, but weeks, it was driving you mad to only see her face over your phone.

‘I wish I could face it, I’m feeling so basic”

Both of you were tired of this trip, Carol exhausted from saving planets, you were tired of having no one to come home to, you were tired of the quiet. Carol brought a bit more life into your otherwise basic daily routine.

Carol wanted to come home, instead of the usual hero going to save everyone else trope, she wanted to come home to the normalcy of home.

‘Guess I'm a little lost without you

Living in a black and white’

Carol messed up the navigation on her spaceship while leaving on accident, she could barely focus. Your face when she left always tore her apart until she came back.

Every single time someone reminded her of you, she would softly smile to herself while thinking of you for a few seconds before going back to whatever she was doing. It had gotten her lost more times than she would like to admit.

The world was just a bit more monotone without you. You tended to bring a different, almost brighter perspective into her otherwise ‘right and wrong’ life. It was amazing, you were amazing.

‘You bring all the colour to my daydreams

You bring all the quiet to my life’

This was about the fifth time someone on her temporary team had yelled at her to stay focused on the mission briefing.

Carol almost felt as if she could hear you muttering sarcastic comments under your breath next to her. It made fury mad as hell, but it amused Maria and made Carol die of laughter how you weren’t afraid of him.

After the briefing, Carol was reminded of a brief moment when she was home. Monica had come over one day and the three of you were Monopoly while drinking orange juice and playing music. Carol was doing fine, you were bankrupt after landing on one of Monica’s properties.

You jokingly threw a pillow at her, the entire thing evolving into a giant pillow fight, when Carol accidentally tore a pillow apart, she expected you to be horrified but you started laughing harder and throwing some of the feathers at her.

The normalcy, if not quiet, helped ground her so much. The fact that you weren’t even remotely scared of her powers made her feel so much more loved than ever before.

‘Wish I was a pilot on your spaceship

Wish it was two of us in endless flight’

Carol wanted you to come with her, despite your beliefs, the thought of seeing you hurt terrified her.

One time, a few months into your relationship, you had gone on a mission with Carol to take down an arms dealer, as you do.

But you had tripped down the stairs and onto some guy with a knife, the knife went clean through your side but you couldn’t stop laughing at your stupidity, the guy had screamed and hit his head so hard he died.

Meanwhile, Carol carried you down stairs for a week after that and barely let you get out of bed in the first place, she was thankful you never saw her when you were knocked out and getting patched up.

‘Wish we had a planet, we can name it

Guess I'm thinkin' 'bout you all the time’

Carol finally found a completely abandoned planet for the two of you to stay on. Completely inhabited, but it had water and enough oxygen, and all of the dust seemed to be a fav/color. It was perfect.

‘Got nothing on my mind but you

Got nothing on my mind but you’

Carol could barely stop thinking about you as she scrolled through her camera roll in her suit, her head cushioned by her hand behind it. One of the pictures brought back a memory of the two of you on the beach having a water fight.

Maria managed to catch the exact moment the two of you were sticking your tongues out at each other while laughing and splashing water at each other, Carol’s side more golden than white and blue. Honestly, it was one of Carol’s favorite pictures.

‘Got nothing but you’

“Ow.” Carol muttered, on the ground in front of your house with you on top of her, after tackling her in a hug.

“Sorry, are you okay!” You asked, getting off of her and dragging her up with you. Carol just grinned at you and kissed you, hungrily, pulling you closer by fistfuls of your hair.

“Never better.” Carol whispered into your mouth before pulling you back. You wrapped your arms around her back, pulling her into your house and kicking the door closed.

Both of you had to pull away for air, now completely breathless, flustered, but happy.

“Go take a shower, I’ll get some food ready.” You instructed, waving her in the direction of the shower.

“But y/n,” She whined, coming to hug your waist from behind you, you grinned to yourself as you felt her warmth behind you.

“You have got to take a shower.” You joked, secretly enjoying the affection. Carol nuzzled her face into your back.

“I’ve got nothing but you.” Carol murmured, softly kissing the back of your neck.

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A/N: this is now one of my favs. BUT 301 FOLLOWERS WHAT THE HELL!!?!??!? God i still can’t get over this, wat did i do to deseve this?!?! Love you all, feedback is amazing, thank you!

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jeong-uwu · 4 years

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Strangers to Lovers ~ Lee Donghyuck

a/n: I might just be in love with donghyuck | also, should I start writing summaries?

genre: bulletpoint-scenarios, fluff, kinda angsty, gender-neutral reader<3

warnings: light swearing, bullying, harassment

Word count: 3,3k

[ 11.49 A.M ]

“Oh god, what a looser”

“Who do they think they are?”

“What on earth are they even wearing, it looks like they picked it out of the trash, ew”

the comments followed you as you got up to leave the cafeteria

you knew that they just wanted to agitate you, speaking just loud enough so that you could hear

nevertheless, you were determined to not let them see your “weak” side

walking towards the library, you felt your eyes water

quickly, you used the sleeves of your sweater to dry the tears

you sighed in relief as you reached your safe-space

the librarian recognized you gave you a quick smile when you entered

you immediatedly went to your favourite spot

a desk on the second floor by a large window, giving you an overview of the campus

pulling your books out of your backpack, you mentally prepared yourself for a long day of studying

[ 11.59 P.M ]

the sound of the librarian putting away the last books for the day pulled you out of you trance

you had been so focused on your book that you hadn’t realized how late it was

your stomach growled loudly, and you made a mental note to stop by a convenience-store to get some food for your starving body before heading home

as you stood up you could feel your back ache from sitting too long

you stretched your hands in the air, groaning at the feeling of your sore muscles

you quickly packed all your books before heading outside

the bitter autumn-wind tore through your clothes as you tried to find a store that was open at this time

hugging your jacket tighter, you slipped your phone back into your pocket before moving to get some food

strategically avoiding places that might be crowded

you knew that your foreign-looking features would make you stand out, that wasn’t something you appreciated, as you were quite shy

and it wasn’t too long since you had moved to Korea, so you weren’t that fluent in korean either

therefor you chose to keep your distance

and it worked rather well for a while

but after some time you noticed a someone following you

you had brushed him off at first, as you figured he was just going in the same direction as you

but after some time you started getting more anxious

he still followed you, even after you tried to shake him off by taking some detours

you were scared out of your mind

by now the store wasn’t far away, so you quickened your pace

moving through an alley, you felt a hand grab your wrist, pulling you back

you let out a suprised squeak as you turned around, trying to identify your stalker

you were met with the eyes of a man you’d never seen before

“what’re you doing outside this late, it isn’t safe, especially for foreigners”

he spoke to you in english, his voice sending shivers down your spine

“don’t worry about me, I’m just stopping by the store to get some food before heading home”

he laughed at your frightened form, stepping way to far into your personal bubble

you tried to back up, but were soon met with the feeling of cold bricks against your back

his hands found their way to the wall beside you

effectively keeping you in place

you felt sick to your stomach

keeping your head down you took in a shaky breath

you felt tears force their way into your vision, you were really stuck in it now

“I’ll take you home, kitten”

his voice made your stomach drop

clutching your jacket tighter, all you wanted to do was to disappear

then suddenly you heard footsteps approaching

the sound grew louder and then

silence

“yah, get away from her, you creep!”

you felt the looming presence of the man dissappear

your body trembled as you let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding

looking up, you were met with the back of donghyuck, the captain of the school’s soccer-team

the big, white letters on the back of his jacket helping you identify him

his stance was protective as he faced your harasser who was now laying on the concrete floor a couple of metres away

“what the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

your harasser startled at donghyuck’s loud voice

he slowly stood up, dusting dirt of his trousers

“nothing man, why don’t you just leave us alone, huh? Didn’t your parents teach you any manners, you brat!”

your hands grabbed the back of hyuck’s jacket, afraid that he would leave

because right now he was the only thing keeping the other man from you

and you’d rather be a bit embarrased than being assaulted

he kept his gaze steady on your attacker

but one of his hands found yours, softly squeezing it to ressure you that he wasn’t leaving

“nah, I don’t think so, we’re leaving now”

you felt his grip on you tighten as he pulled you along, making sure to place himself between you and the other man

he yelled a string of profanities, but made no move to follow you

you walked in silence for a while

both of you in deep thought

as you got to the campus he finally stopped

turning around to get a good look at you

“you’re y/n, right?”

you merely nodded in response, too emotionally exhausted to say anything

he looked at you for a long while, worry evident in his eyes

“how are you feeling?”

thinking back to the events that previously occured made your eyes water again

“oh god, I’m so sorry! I- please don’t cry!”

his voice lowered

“I- do you want a hug..?”

your eyes widened in shock, and even though it was dark outside, you could see his blush

“you don’t have to hug me, like, I’d completely understand that, especially after you got harrased like that! It’s just- uh.. I’m not very good at comforting people and-”

your arms went around his waist, effectively silencing him

after a moment you could feel his arms finding their way around you as well

one of his arms resting on your head, burying you in his jacket and muffling the sobs that wrecked your body

“It’s okay, you’re safe now, okay?”

you knew it might cause some ruckus at school if someone were to see you hugging the captain of the school’s soccer-team

it wouldn’t be good for either of your reputations

but right now you didn’t care

you just really needed a hug and some comforting words, and donghyuck had offered just that

your stomach growled loudly, reminding you why you were out in the alley alone in the first place

you felt a laugh rumble in hyuck’s chest, making your ears tint pink from embarassement

“you hungry?”

you nodded into his jacket, although the sound of his voice was so muffled that you lamost couldn’t hear what he said

“c’mon then”

he broke the hug, and his hand found your wrist again as he pulled you in the direction of the dorms

you raised a brow as you looked at him

“I, uh, I know I have some pizza in my freezer, and I’m pretty sure that my roommate isn’t home. Most stores aren’t open at this time anyway, so I figured that we could just eat there. You proabably live on campus as well, so I can bring you back to your dorms as well, afterwards, I mean”

it was strange, really, how you just

trusted him

even though the first time you had talked to him was approximately fifteen minutes ago

his ever-so-steady presence beside you helped calm your nerves, and you found yourself relaxing

arriving at his dorms, he let go of your hand in favour of unlocking the door

signaling for you to be silent, he dragged you towards the end of the hallway

entering his room, you were guided towards the bed

he motioned for you to sit down before dissapearing, mumbling something about putting the pizza into the oven

looking around, you found yourself a little suprised

his room was a lot neater than you had expected

some posters of athletes and musicians on the fading walls and some plants and a succulent on his desk gave the room a more homey-feel

you were so lost in thought that you didn’t notice hyuck sneak back in through the door, this time with two plates and some soda with him

you startled as he handed you the plate

a soft apology was muttered before you started eating your food

frozen-pizza had never tasted this good before

his cheeks turned a bright red at your compliment, but a triumphant smile soon made its way to his face

it didn’t take a long time for you to consume all of your food

you could tell that donghyuck was worried about you

his constant glances and soft smiles your way made it obvious

you didn’t mind though

right now your life was going pretty shit, and it was nice to have someone care for you

you stifled a yawn

“let’s get you back home, hm?”

you nodded as he pulled you to your feet

the walk to your dorm was peaceful, you were busy enjoying each others company

when the red brick-building was in sight you felt hyuck’s presence fade from beside you

you turned around to see that he had stopped

hands nervously fumbling with the hem of his jacket

“I’m-”

his voice was slightly trembling as he spoke up

you looked at him expectedly

“hm?”

he nervously swallowed, debating wether he should keep going or not

“I’m so sorry that they treat you bad at school”

of course he knew

who didn’t?

you had kind of hoped that he was just gonna leave it

“hey, don’t worry about it, it isn’t your fault.”

you gave him a weak smile

“thank you so much for, you know, saving me today though”

his smile was sad as he looked at you

“yeah-”

his body tensed as you grabbed his hand

“good night donghyuck”

you gave it a squeeze before turning to leave

“night y/n”

his voice followed you as you entered your dorm

the next days were spent trying to avoid donghyuck

even though you were so grateful for what he had done for you, you couldn’t help but be embarassed

the way you had relied so much on him

a stranger

shaking the thoughts out of your head, you just managed to dodge hyuck for the third time that day, sliding into the lecture hall before he got to you

you were suprised by how determined he was to talk to you

it seemed like he alway knew where to find you

in order to avoid him you had to stop eating in cafeteria, bringing your food to the library instead

he’d even gone as far as to wait ouside your dorms a couple of times

but you had miracously managed to avoid him

every

time

the hurt in his eyes as you would take off in a different direction, just to not run into him, was obvious

and you felt absolutely awful about it

poor bby

it wasn’t until around two weeks after the assault that he finally managed to get a hold of you

it was a monday morning, the worst time of the week

you had been cornered by a couple of girls a year older than you

your back was pressed up agains the lockers in one of the school’s busiest hallways as they yelled strings of profound insults at you

it had happened several times before, and you knew that they were wrong about you

so you didn’t really pay attention any more

that was, until one of them slapped you

the loud smack ecchoed through the hallway, effectively silencing the mass of students drifting past you

you let out a low wimper as you felt the burning sensation spread over your cheek

someone grabbed your hair

“look at us when we speak to you, you piece of shit”

you didn’t know the name of the girl speaking to you, nor did you care

the only thought on your mind was getting out of there

you tried forcing your way through them, but to no prevail

four against one

it wasn’t exactly a fair match

someone slammed you back into the lockers behind you

beating the breath out of you

before you could open your mouth to speak you felt a fist connect with your jaw

the impact of the hit sending you reeling and falling to your knees

life was truly cruel

you had never wronged anybody, but still this was how you got treated

but you took a deep breath, trying to stabilize your pulse

hell, you weren’t gonna give up this easily

as you were about to get back up, you felt a precence hovering over you, making you hesitate

you mentally prepared yourself for another hit

but instead you heard a familiar voice

“what the hell are you doing?”

donghyuck

although you didn’t look up, you could thell by the tone of his voice that he was angry

you could hear the suprise in the voice of one of the girls as she spoke up

“uh, hyuck, do you Know who that is????”

she was followed up by another girl

“they’re fuckin’ disgusting, man, why do you even bother standing up for them?”

you heard him scoff, before crouching down to get a better look at you

his hand found yours as he softly spoke up

“why is it that I only get to talk to you when you’re in trouble?”

you lifted your head to meet his eyes

the worry in his gaze was evident as he looked you over

taking in the bruises that were starting to bloom on your face and bare arms

his hand came up to touch your cheek, but as soon as he made contact, you flinched away

“sorry..”

you just shook your head

all too aware that you were sitting in a busy hallway, and that people were starting to crowd around you

he seemed to realize that as well as he stood up, puling you with him

“they’re wrong for treating you like that, I hope you know that”

his voice was low when he spoke up, so that no one but you could hear him

you sucked in a sharp breath at his words

and he leaned in closer to your ear

“I haven’t really got the chance to tell you, since you’ve been avoiding me for the last weeks”

that stung, but you knew it was true

“but y/n, I really like you”

the weight of his words, paired with his heavy gaze trained on your face, made you shiver

he notced and pulled you into a hug, despite the many courious glances thrown your way

and although your head was buried in his oversized baseballjacket, you could still make out the muffled sounds of the students passing you

“why on earth would donghyuck hug that freak?”

“tsk, he proabably just pities them”

you tensed at the words, and hyuck noticed

pulling away from the hug he grabbed your hand, pulling you with him through the crowded hallways

not even sparing your bullies a glance

you kept your eyes cast down the whole day, and didn’t even notice where you were going until you were stopped by a pair of hands on your shoulders

looking up you were met with the familiar sight of the school-library

“I, uh, I figured that there would be less people here”

you noticed the slight hesitation before he continued

“and.. I know that you enjoy being in here”

your eyes snapped to his face and widened in suprise

how did he know you liked the library so much?

sure, you’d seen him in here a couple of times

usually with his friends

but they’d always get thrown out for being noisy

once again, his voice pulled you away from your train of thoughts

“I’m really sorry about what happened back there, I really didn’t mean to embarass you in any way”

his eyes were sincere as he spoke

“It’s fine, really, thank you for helping me... again”

your voice was soft as you spoke, and you could spot a faint blush spreading across his cheeks

“I just.. It makes me so mad that people treat you like that, I couldn’t stand to watch it”

your face cast down, trying to hide your red cheeks

he started figeting with the hem of his sweatshirt, and you could tell that he wanted to say something else

“I-”

you looked up at the sound of his voice, silently urging him to keep going

“I was just wondering... why have you been ignoring me? did i say something wrong? make you uncomfortable in any way? wha-”

your hands found their way to his, trying to calm him down

he jumped at the touch, not expecting you to initiate physical contact

“you didn’t do anything wrong, i promise it’s just-”

your voice was soft as you spoke, unsure of what to say next

“it’s just.. what?”

his head dipped down, trying to connect with your eyes that had found their way to the floor again

“I was just embarrased about how I acted around you that evening, and afraid that you were going to make fun of me”

your voice was merely a whisper as you spoke, and you were almost suprised that he was able to hear what you said

“no, no, noo”

his hands cupped your cheeks, making you look at him

“listen to me, I will never make fun of you! you’re kind, smart and insanely cute! how they can treat you like that is beyond me”

tears sarted welling up in your eyes at his compliments

normally you didn’t cry that much

but so much shit had happenned recently

and it had been such a long time since someone other than your family had told you things like that

“thank you so much, hyuck. hearing you say that, it means a lot to me”

butterflies erupted in his stomach at your use of his nickname

his hands went down to your waist and he softly jerked you towards him

the subtle movement threw you off balance, and your hands went to his chest, trying to keep you from falling on top of him

as you looked up at him, your breath got caught in your throat

his face was merely inches away from yours, and when he leaned in you almost stopped breathing

closing your eyes, you felt him place a feather-light kiss to your cheek

one of his hands found its way back to your face, holding it like you were made of glass

yesyesyes

you felt him pull back before letting his head rest on your shoulder, breath tickling your neck, and sending shivers down your spine

hand still clutching your waist

you just stayed like that for a moment

both unsure of what to way

but nevertheless enjoying each others company

it was hyuck that spoke up first

“can I take you out for a date sometime?”

he sounded more confident now, as if he already knew what the answer would be

which he did, let’s be honest

you tousled his hair, pretending to think it over

he sensed your playfulness and squeezed your waist, making you laugh and squirm in his embrace

when your laughter died down you mustered up all of your courage to answer

“I’d love that, hyuck, thank you”

when he pulled back, you could swear that his smile outshone the sun

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emarasmoak · 6 years

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Mon-El' actions and words in 3x07

I have rewatched all Mon-El’s scenes in Supergirl 3x07 trying to focus in what he does and says so I could analyse his actions about Imra/ Kara and the rest of the passengers of the spaceship. I basically want to know what’s going on in his head.

Description of the scenes with my thoughts after the break.

SCENE 1: Mon-El is found by Kara. He is not with Imra and the others. He speaks a strange language. When he sees Kara he drops his gun, accepts that she is caressing his face and hugging him. His face shows that he is affected by her, weak and astonished. He hugs her back and then he seems to be also sad and scared.

I find interesting the moment when he looks at his other friends. Winn’s appearance is probably telling him that he is pretty close to the moment when Mon-El left the 21st century (Kara and J'onn will not age that fast).

Does he do anything to get his “wife” out of the pods. Nope. He could have asked for help. Is he already behaving as a worried or loving “husband”? Nope.

SCENE 2: Mon-El is in the DEO med bay. He seems to be tired. Kara has his hand in hers and is constantly touching and caressing him and he doesn’t stop her.

J'onn says that his ship doesn’t look like anything he has seen. Mon-El hesitates when he says that the spaceship is alien.

Mon-El says that the other people just are passengers, that they are like him and not dangerous (they are most likely his friends of the Legion of Super-Heroes). He doesn’t seem particularly worried or affected about talking about his “wife” that he hasn’t seen or talked too for a long time, even if he knows that there is a power problem that could affect her life support (he will say that later in the episode, when Imra is still unconscious).

Winn asks why he woke up and he says he everything is hazy because of the hypersleep. They leave and when Mon-El is alone with Kara he is all sad hearteyes. The first thing he does is admitting that he missed Kara with unshed tears in his eyes.

Mon-El finds out that only 7 months passed for Kara. He then says that he tried to send her a message and this seems to be very important to him. Kara is still all touchy and tells him that he can tell her everything about what happened later. She then kisses his forehead and he says “Kara, no…” while touching her arm. “No” to what? Maybe he was trying to stop the kiss. Maybe he wanted to tell Kara something else. She then tells him just to sleep and he agrees. He looks like sleepy.

Is he already behaving as a worried or loving “husband”? Nope. He has been telling his ex that he missed her and sent her messages. All this while being all hearteyes and clearly affected by her. But at least he tried to stop Kara’s forehead kiss, but not her taking his hand or caressing his face. Still not trying to see or help Imra.

SCENE 3: Mon-El wakes up. Sneaks out in the DEO and tries to get the thingy but Kara finds him. He clearly knew what he was doing. Well, he is finally doing something about Imra and the others.

SCENE 4: Conversation in the cell with Kara. He looks closed off, worried and determined to not talk. He doesn’t even look at Kara most of the time.

He responds to the accusation of almost killing two DEO agents. He admits that he is the Mon-El Kara knew. He is unable to keep looking at her. Briefly glances at Kara when she mentions that she dreams of him dying. He looks at her again quite affected when she says that she sees him dissapearing into the darkness of the space forever. And then cannot look at her anymore and looks like hurt when he says that having him back was all she wanted and that she felt that she felt that she could hope again. Then she says that he is different. And he glances at her. And when she asks if he has nothing to say he looks at her and just says that he is sorry, looking quite affected and stops looking at her again. He sighs. Then Kara says shame on her for having a human heart. And then she leaves and Mon-El looks back at her now that she is not looking at him and he is crying.

Is he already behaving as a worried or loving “husband”? Well, at least he tried to get the thingy but he is clearly strongly affected by his ex’s feelings about him.

SCENE 5: Conversation with Winn. During this conversation Mon-El seems to be less guarded than with Kara. He is a bit more like his old self.

He was brooding in his cell and Winn arrives and tells him he looks different. Mon-El asks how is he and there are unshed tears in Mon-El’s eyes when Winn says that he is better than Kara.

Winn says that he imagines that he won’t tell anything to him either but it was worth a shot. Mon-El stays up, clearly agitated and Winn says that he knows that something is going on and that it was not just any alien ship. Mon-El says that there is a lot that he doesn’t understand and that it’s different now. Winn asks different how and Mon-El gets upset and says that it’s just different. Winn and Mon-El have unshed tears in this moment.

Mon-El seems to take a decision and says that he acknowledges that there is a lot to explain here. He then says that he is sorry and that he needs Winn as a friend right now. He says that he needs him to believe him and his help to get back to the ship. Winn scoffs and tries to leave. He says that people will get hurt if he doesn’t. That Kara will get hurt. He begs with a “please”.

I think that Winn is right and it’s not a normal spaceship. It’s for time travel. But I find interesting that the Legends’ ship does not have hypersleep pods and that Mon-El says later that he thought he would never see Kara again. Maybe Brainiac 5 had just invented their technology for time travel. Maybe they travelled through a similar wormhole that the one who took him to the future and they were planning to stay underwater until the moment when they could complete their mission (12,000 years ago and/ or during Reign’s childhood) and then until the 31st century.

SCENE 6: Winn and Mon-El are in the ship. Mon-El uses the thingy. He doesn’t look like he is planning to wake up the others. He very briefly glances in the direction of Imra’s pod when he checks at the stasis fluids levels. Asks Winn to reset a circuit. Kara arrives and while explaining he made Winn help him, Mon-El is still paying attention to the panel. Kara asks who is deciding what her best interests are and Mon-El almost rolls his eyes and smiles. It’s like he is thinking “that’s so annoyingly Kara”.

Kara says that he is going to take the thingy and Mon-El back to the DEO and he says that he can’t let her do that and moves to stop her. She tells him to get out of her way and discovers the necklace around his neck. Both freeze. Mon-El is clearly affected and all hearteyes. She says “my necklace” and he then steps back, put its back inside his shirt and moves to a control panel, saying “why did you have to come down here, anyway?”. He is quite upset now. She says that if they hadn’t he would have died and he says “it doesn’t matter, I’m not your problem anymore”.

She is angry and asks how could have changed that much in 7 months and he then yells that it have been 7 years for him. She frozes and he looks at her like pleading. He explains that he went into the future through a disruption and that he has lived in the 31st century in Earth for 7 years. He still looks at her like pleading. He then says that L-Corp developes a cure in the future. Kara then asks if he forgot about her and he then turns out to look at her a bit annoyed and like he cannot believe that she would ask that.

She then asks why is he still wearing the necklace. They both stare at each other with unshed tears. I think that he is trying to decide how to answer to that. Before he does there is an alarm on the controls. He seems to get very worried now and he says that the power of the chambers are failing and that he can reroute the power to all the pods except Imra’s.

Mon-El then focuses on saving Imra, very distressed. He says that she is drowning (how does he know? Is this because of a mental connection?) and tries to break the white dwarf glass 4 times. Kara breaks it and he then takes Imra in his arms, falling to his knees with her. He calls her name 3 times, takes her hair out of her face, moves his face to put her ear close to her lips. He then seems to be relieved and looks at the others to tell them that she is okay and breathing. Weirdly, he doesn’t try to feel her pulse, he just puts his ear next to her lips. She could have whispered him something there because there is a moment when neither we nor Kara or Winn see her lips. Mon-El doesn’t kiss Imra or embraces her tightly although I admit that he is very gentle and clearly cares about her.

It’s worth noting that Mon-El and Imra’s pods are not next to each other in the control panel. Their pods are separated too.

Here he looks a bit more like a worried “husband” specially once the systems fail although still making hearteyes and being affected by his ex before it happens. I don’t think that he was particularly loving as his reaction to her almost dying was underwhelming to me, specially compared to the Karamel reunions in 2x17 or 2x22.

SCENE 7: Imra is in the DEO med bay. Mon-El is not sitting next to her or taking her hand, he is just standing up looking mostly at Imra. He asks if there is any updates. Alex says that she’s stable for now. Winn asks if he can tell them anything about her to treat her properly and he says that she is from Titan and that without power to the ship she may have been off life support longer than they think. Kara asks who is she and Mon-El looks at Kara briefly and says that her name is Imra and he then asks Winn to let him know if her condition changes. He then leaves the room.

He is behaving a bit more like a “husband” as his attention is focused on Imra and not on Kara, but he doesn’t look like particularly caring or loving and he is not staying with her or taking her hand, even if he says that she may have been without life support longer than they think. Which as a doctor I know it means that she could have had brain damage.

SCENE 8: Mon-El is brooding in the balcony. Kara goes to him and he seems to have unshed tears. Before he starts speaking he nods to himself like he is telling himself to do something that he should do. He looks like very sad.

Mon-El then says that he is sorry for all of this, that he never thought he’d see Kara again and that he had too keep living.

She mentions that he kept the necklace and he then says, all hearteyes, that of course he did, as a reminder of everything that she taught him and did for him. A reminder of her. She then says that it meant a lot and then Mon-El tells Kara that she has to believe that no matter what century, or universe or world that he would live in, that he would never forget her. Never.

He then says that he was wrong of him to keep the truth from her. Kara tells him that the truth never hurt as much as secrets and then he says that he should have known better and that she never needed his protection except for the one time when they went for the all-you-can-eat ribs and she was inhaling them and he had to stop her. Kara said that he was a limited time offer and then Mon-El laughs. Big smile and happy laugh. He then says that it is a fair point and then Kara tells him that it is the first time that she had seen him smiling since he came back. Mon-El then says that he hadn’t had a chance to say it yet but it was really good to see her. He is all hearteyes here.

He then looks like worried and says that there is something he has to tell her. Imra calls Mon-El’s name and it takes a couple seconds for him to go to her half embrace her and give her a 2-seconds kiss. He says that he is very glad she is okay and that they thought that her life support failed. She says that she is tired but fine. He did not smile during this scene.

Mon-El then stopped touching Imra and stepped back to look at Kara now. He physically moves away from Imra. He then says to Imra that this is Kara Danvers, Supergirl. She seems to be in awe and says “I can’t believe it’s really you”. While Imra says this Mon-El is completely focused on Kara’s reaction and nods to himself. He then gets closer to Kara and says that this is Imra Ardeen, his wife. We don’t see Imra’s face during this moment.

Is he behaving like a loving “husband”? Well, at least he kissed and half embraced Imra (shortly) but his attention was focused on Kara when he introduced them to each other. No worries at all about Imra’s reaction about finding him with the wonderful ex whose necklace he never takes away. Also he used a lot of words to make clear to Kara how important she is to him.

CONCLUSION

I have rewatched 2x22 today and the moment when she returned with Clark and Alex he greeted her with a long warm hug and a very relieved face it’s so different to his reaction to getting Imra back. Also his reaction to the moment when they see each other after the Lemon almost-wedding was full hearteyes. Or the moment when they see each other again at the end of 2x17 is full hearteyes and another long warm hug and a very affected face.

Seriously, if Mon-El and Imra are a couple this doesn’t look like an epic love. I do think that he cares about her, but I still believe that he only truly loves Kara, because:

a) He knows that there was no power to the ship and that could damage her life support but didn’t went on a rush to protect her. I cannot picture Mon-El in season 2 doing the same with Kara.

b) He didn’t seem particularly focused on Imra when he went back with Winn to the ship.

c) He didn’t kiss or embrace Imra once she was out of the pod.

d) He didn’t stay with Imra once she was in the DEO med bay. He didn’t take her hand like Kara did with him earlier in the episode. Mon-El was always very touchy with Kara.

e) He didn’t seem to be too worried about her in the balcony. He was worried and focused on Kara.

f) No unshed tears when talking about Imra. Lots of unshed tears while talking to Kara or Winn. Seriously, the MonWinn scene looked like a love scene more than his seconds with Imra.

g) He spent all episode focused on Kara’s feelings, affected by her, cried when she left the cell.

h) Mon-El was not worried about Imra’s reaction of him being with Kara again. He was focused on Kara’s feelings.

BONUS: Imra’s reaction when she found out about Kara’s name was not fear or worry that her “husband” was in the balcony with the ex whose necklace he was wearing. Seriously, I think she wanted Kara’s selfie. That is not normal behaviour for a wife either

I still believe that this is a fake marriage that Mon-El and Imra agreed before it was announced. It could have agreed before their time travel, she could have told him to fake it just after being taken out of the pod, or they could have mentally agreed to do it before the balcony scene. Or Imra could have implanted thoughts/ emotions (as the character has done with other storylines in Smallville or comics) so he would stay apart of Kara and focused on the Legion’s mission.

I wanted to finish saying how insanely good Chris Wood was with all the non-verbal acting. Melissa and Jeremy were amazing too.

#supergirl speculation #supergirl 3x07 #mon-el #karamel #saturn girl #imra ardeen #winn schott #legion of super heroes #legion of superheroes #kara danvers #supergirl #chris wood #melissa benoist #jeremy jordan #monwinn

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the slut and the falcon(s) - Jughead Jones and Archie Andrews

little disclaimer:

this is for @mrsjugheadjonesthethird ’s writing contest! i really like their work and stuff and i also kind of really wanna get noticed with my own work, and what better way than to do this? even if i probably will not win, it’s worth a shot

prompt: ‘fuckin’ veronica, man, always listening in on archie and jug’s conversations.’

word count: 3,152

another little disclaimer: jughead still goes to Riverdale, and he’s in the Southside Serpents

warnings: swearing, A LOT OF SIN, like dominant ass fucking archie and jughead, some drug use (just weed), a threesome with archie and jughead, spoilers! etc. (and some vague jealous jughead)

and, god.. this has.. daddykink.. i’m such a slut..

AND LOWKEY, ARCHIE IS A VOYEUR

I HATE MYSELF

It’s quite early to be having full fledged conversations, especially at Riverdale High. It’s supposed to be all zen and whatever, and yet, it is seemingly the complete opposite of zen. Especially when you grab your notebook and your folder and close your locker, only to be faced by nobody other than Veronica Lodge, her face glowing with excitement, and you think, how can someone possibly be this jovial at seven in the morning? “Yes?” You greet her anyway, yawning.

“Alright. So I’m walking down the West wing, right? And of course, I see this bitch Cheryl, and she’s talking to me about the dumb River Vixens and I’m like half paying attention. It’s right near her locker and Archie and Jughead are standing there talking about something but I can’t tell what, right? So I switch spots with Cheryl and she keeps babbling on about something irrelevant, and then I hear Archie talking about how they both think you’re hot and I’m like ‘woah’, and Jughead is like talking to him about all of the shit he would do to you if you were together. It honestly was hot as fuck. So Jughead’s going on about how he wants to fuck you -”

You stopped her right there.

The Jughead Jones wanted to do that with you? You, the co-captain of the River Vixens? Southside Serpents Jughead Jones? The once passive aggressive but is now a complete bad boy Jughead Jones? That one? Fuck Archie, man, that was all Betty’s. But Jug? It couldn’t be. “I feel as if this story is fake..” You chuckle and cock a brow at her. “But it was a good laugh. You got me.”

“Then tell me, (Y/N), if I was joking, why would Jughead be eyeing the fuck out of your ass in that skirt right now?”

You widened your eyes and whipped your head around, and sure enough, Jughead is slumped up against the lockers with a cigarette inbetween his white teeth, smoke flowing out through his puffy, perfect lips. Immediately, you turn red, your heart literally dropping into your stomach. He notices you staring at him and he quickly takes another drag of his ‘cancer stick’, before walking off, completely unashamed.

You had always been a good girl. Perfect grades, perfect attendance, perfect record, perfect life, in a nutshell. You had known Jughead, since, what, last year, maybe? The beginning of this year? Point is, mama always told you not to be with his type. But ever since you’d met this particular boy, you could not stop thinking about him. He was so intriguing and your heart throbbed whenever you saw him.

And sure, you had hung out, but it was mostly at Pop’s, which isn’t even a one on one thing. It involves you, him, Veronica, Betty, Archie, and maybe Kevin. Every sincle time you would be around him things would seem different.

Jughead was another story. He was sent to juvie at the mere age of ten for trying to burn his elementary school down, which was, in fact, false. He was bullied severely by assholes like Jason Blossom, and basically, the entire football team, the only exception being Archie. He’s never had a birthday party because he claims his family makes it this arbitrary day and they pretend to act like everything’s okay, when really, they are not. It made him lonely. His mother moved away with his sister, Jellybean, and he was sent to a foster family on the Southside, - his father, FP Jones, is in jail for covering up the murder of Jason Blossom - and god knows why he still makes the effort to come to Riverdale everyday. All in all, he’s lived a fucked up life. Inside, you knew there was a huge teddy bear that honestly needed a hug, but on the outside, all that really called to you was his image. He was so hot and you hated yourself for thinking so.

“Hey - (Y/N)? Earth to (Y/N)!” Veronica was snapping in your face, and it took moments for you to realize what was going on, and that the bell had just rung. Jughead had dissapeared, and you were left with confusion, and slightly damp panties, but it was alright. Shit happens.

You shook your head and nodded quickly, looking over at her. “Sorry! I’ve got to go to class, Vee. I’ll catch you later?” Before she could reply you rushed off to your first period class, which was Social Studies - you had it with Jughead, that you knew.

Social Studies is an actual nightmare.

It starts off with Jughead sitting right next to you this time. Your teacher is neglectful enough to not care, and while teaching, Jughead keeps biting his lip and eyeing your thighs, which are not covered by anything but the cloth of your cheer uniform’s skirt. You’re trying hard to pay attention, taking notes and tapping your foot on the ground.

The thing about these desks that you’re in right now is that they are close, and all the way in the back of the room. So, inevitably, Jughead’s gonna do what he wants to you, as long as you’re okay with it. About halfway through the class, there’s a note passed to you, and you open it.

'archie told me to do this to you. -j’

You’re even more confused, but before you can speak, Jughead’s hand is on your thigh.

Your fucking thigh.

You tense up immediately and widen your eyes, covering your mouth in order to contain a gasp. Oh my god, this is really happening. It’s really fucking happening, in the middle of Social Studies, at exactly 7:34 in the morning. Jughead’s hand is squeezing, rubbing, massaging at your skin. His hand grazes your panties and you look down, grabbing his wrist in a quick but gentle motion.

'not here. are you insane?’ Says the note that you pass back to him.

Jughead just smirks and pulls his hand away after reading it, clearing his throat.

At Lunch, it’s you, Archie, Betty, Veronica, Kevin, and Jughead. You’ve made the stupid mistake to sit next to him, and Veronica is smirking at you from across the table. It’s all so tense.

You continue to think about what happened in Social Studies and get quite squirmish in your seat, Veronica glaring at you with a knowing look on her face. “Is there something wrong, (Y/N)?” She asks, raising her brows at Jughead, who was locked into his laptop, fingers typing away, completely ignoring the discarded lunch beside him.

“Huh?” You snap out of your Jughead filled trance, and boy, was it a good trance. “Oh.. no! No, nothing’s wrong. Just thinking about that big Social Studies test coming up.”

“Is that the only thing coming in Social Studies?” Veronica purrs, causing Jughead to look up at her, his face turning pink, completely throwing his bad boy aura off.

“Veronica!” You gasp, your eyes widening with surprise. “Wh - How do you even know about that?” You break into a whisper, leaning over the table to talk to her better without anyone hearing.

“Jug told me, he figured out that I listened in on he and Archie’s convo, and he practically spilled out every naughty, sinful thing he’s ever wanted to do to you. It was quite hot, actually. You’re lucky.” She gushed, flashing a smile to Archie, who was invested in Betty at the moment, apologizing to her for some unknown reason.

You shook your head and sat back, continuing lunch in a calm silence, your thoughts filled with images of Jughead.

After school lets out, you and the rest of your group head out to Pop’s, an annual tradition for the five of you. You’re sitting next to Jughead, across from Archie, Betty, and Veronica.

Betty has her head turned with annoyance, and Archie has yet to redeem himself for whatever he’s done. Veronica is sipping lightly at a double chocolate milkshake, and Jughead is still stuck in his god damn laptop.

It’s really not fair, the way he can look so gorgeous while being nonchalant. It makes you tingle, and you still can’t believe that he wants you.

There are a couple of jocks at the table next to yours, and they’re whistling at you, calling your name and shit like that, and Jughead notices this. He grunts and immediately sets his hand on your thigh, which is visible to everyone. You squeak and smile at them, turning to Jughead. “Right now?” You whisper.

He doesn’t say anything and watches the boys leave, scowling at him and rolling their eyes. You shrug, laying back and closing your eyes.

After a few minutes of calming down, you feel a hand back on your thigh, which surprises you, causing you to open your eyes.

You soon realize that it’s Jug again, your breath hitching. Betty asks you what’s wrong, and you just shake your head, knowing about her tragic, inevitable crush on Jughead, closing your eyes once more.

Jughead chuckles quietly and lets his hand travel up into your skirt, squeezing at your skin gently. His fingers trace shapes into your hipbone and you try your hardest not to make any noise. He’s not making anything noticeable, just typing more paragraphs into whatever he was writing with one hand.

You tried so fucking hard not to do anything. And this is just the beginning. Jughead’s hand is in your panties now and beginning to explore what’s underneath, his fingers moving in a way that has you feeling like you want to melt.

Betty and Veronica don’t notice, but Archie does.

His facial expression turns from regretful to interested in a minute, and you see this, because you’ve opened your eyes yet again, laying your head on Jughead’s shoulder and nuzzling it, thighs clenching around his hand.

“You know, Jug,” Archie begins to say, “I don’t think (Y/N) is feeling too good. Should we take her home, or?”

“I think that’s a great idea,” Jughead replies quickly, his hand immediately slipping out of your underwear, causing you to sigh with frustration. “Betty, Veronica, you wouldn’t mind. Would you?”

“Well, yes -” Betty starts.

“No! Not at all!” Veronica then quickly interrupts her, nudging her side and letting the three of you escape the tiny booth. “Have fun. Feel better, (Y/N). Text me later.”

Betty growls with discontent and rolls her eyes, sitting back with her arms crossed, and you can practically feel how angry she is.

You fake a cough and let the boys take you by each arm, their grips firm and wanting.

You shiver.

Fuck.

(okay i cannot wait for the sin anymore, we’re getting right to it. listen to Believer by Imagine Dragons if you really wanna get the vibe)

It starts off with them taking you home, slamming the door and escorting you to your room, to where Archie locked the door, and Jughead picked you up, pinning you to the wall.

You cried out when Archie began sliding your skirt down, getting to his knees and kissing at your thighs, while Jughead was working on giving you hickeys on your neck and collarbone, his thumb rubbing your chin. Your toes curled and you whimpered, gasping occasionally.

“Oh, fuck, I - I -”

“You what?” Jughead huffed, flipping your shirt off. “Get on the bed. Go.”

Strangely, the urge to obey him overcame you. Archie finished taking the rest of your clothes off, not bothering to tease you. You jumped onto the bed and layed down, Archie removing his shirt.

Jughead licked his lips and grabbed your hips, dragging you over to him. “Arch, do whatever you want.”

Archie did just that, leaning down and licking a stripe up your aching cunt, releasing a much needed moan from you. He smirked at the reaction, beginning to eat you out, while Jughead kissed at your chest, taking one of your rosy buds into his mouth and sucking.

“Ngh -”

And something in you just snapped, your submissive side coming into play so quick into the moment.

“Daddy, Daddy -” You whimper, squirming underneath the both of them.

They both stopped, Jughead’s eyebrows raising as he pulled away from you, his hand roughly grabbing your chin, thumb slowly grazing over your lower lip. “What was that, slut?”

“Daddy,” You gasp out. “Please, I need more.”

“Oh, this is fucking precious. Captain of the River Vixens, innocent, Miss Perfect, has a daddy kink? Who would’ve fuckin’ thought?” He replies, feeling himself harden even more.

Archie chuckled and went back to what he was doing, smacking your thigh and sliding two fingers into you.

“God, I bet you love to get fucked. Hm?” Jughead continued, curling his hand around your throat lightly. “Tell me. Tell me you love to get fucked.”

“I love to get fucked,” You sob out, your hole clenching around Archie’s fingers, which spread out so he could add his tongue into the mix. “I l - love to get fucked, Daddy, please..”

This is the most fun Jughead has had in a while. He’s grinning, fucking enjoying how submissive you are in this moment. It’s amazing and he knows that you’re all his, partially Archie’s. This is a great opportunity to do everything he’s ever wanted to you. “Yeah?” He leaves his thoughts. “Do you want Daddy to fuck you?”

“Yes!” You felt your eyes start to well up with tears, legs spread for whatever would come your way. “Please!”

Jughead unbuckled his belt and set it down on the bed, slowly taking his jeans off, revealing his very satisfying bulge in his boxers, his shirt coming off as well. You noticed that his body had many bruises and scars but didn’t ask, because aside from that, he was fit, and not ugly at all.

Archie whispered something to him and they switched places, Jughead grabbing his jeans for a moment and pulling a condom out - he had come prepared. He lined himself up after sliding it on, teasing himself at your entrance.

You whimpered and felt Archie bite at your collarbones, which made you melt in all the right ways, completely vulnerable in his touch. Jughead began to slowly push in, causing you to gasp and throw your head back. “Oh - Daddy!”

“Good girl..” He purred quietly, spiraling his hips again, getting himself prepared before all but slamming into you, not waiting to go slow.

You felt literal tears rolling down your cheeks because of how good it felt, your hand curling in Archie’s hair, the other wrapping it’s fingers around his length, stroking furiously.

Archie moaned gently into your ear, moving his hand down to rub at your clit while Jughead mercilessly fucked you, biting his lip.

You spread your legs out more and bucked up, watching Archie move and place his cock on your mouth. “Suck,” He ordered, and you complied, opening your mouth and feeling him move in, completely humiliated at how much you were enjoying this. “Good girl..” He muttered, “Come on.”

You gave him what he wanted, immediately bobbing your head the best you could with the position you were in, your entire body on fire in this moment. Your tongue grazed the vein on the underside of Archie’s member, and he grunted, gripping your hair.

It’s been about fifteen minutes, and Jughead was pounding into you so hard that you were sure you were going to feel it the next day. He was moaning loudly at this point, his breathing uneven and harsh. “I’m so close,” He panted. “Holy fuck, Archie, she’s so good..”

Archie pulled you off of his cock and stroked himself, nodding. “She really is, Jug. Oh, my god, I’m gonna cum. You’re such a good girl, (Y/N), aren’t you? Look at me. Stick your tongue out.”

You obeyed him and clenched around Jughead, whining out in desperation. “Daddy - fuck, Daddy, I’m so close, yeah..”

Archie was very vocal when he came, hot spurts of him streaking out onto your cheek and your tongue, and you got as much of it into your mouth as you could, gasping. “Mm!”

Jughead, who’s noises should have been fucking illegal because they were so hot, came at the exact same time, his whine broken and amazing as he threw his head back and spilled into the condom, his hips jerking even closer into you. “Fuck - (Y/N)..”

And finally, you came, which was very rare because guys were never good enough. Your legs wrapped around Jughead’s lower body as you arched your back, taking in a deep breath, “Daddy -! Fuuuck..”

The three of you layed there for god knows how long, just breathing heavily and calming down. It was all so intense.

“(Y/N)..” Jughead murmurs, pulling out and cleaning himself up, tossing the condom into a nearby wastebin in your room. “Do you smoke?”

“I have before, why?” You reply.

“Can we do that? Right now? It would be such a good way to end the night, babe.” Jughead asks, going through your drawers, grabbing a small gram of what seemed to be marijuana, which was conveniently set next to a unopened pack of the paper for blunts.

You nod, smiling and quickly rolling three joints up, grabbing a lighter from your night stand.

And then, you smoked, it took a while to finish completely, but after you did, you were high, and cuddling Jughead, in the best fucking mood ever. Archie was snoring on the other side of the bed, and honestly, you wouldn’t have this day any other way.

Jughead slipped his serpent jacket on and blew some smoke into your face, giggling and wrapping an arm around you to pull you closer. “You were really good.” He told you, licking his lips. “Like, really good. And I rarely ever tell anyone that.”

“Thank you..” You cooed, kissing at his jaw. “I’m gonna give you a bunch of hickeys for everyone to see tomorrow.”

And that you did.

The next day at school, Archie and Jughead are clinging to you. They sit next to you in class, in the courtyard, at your locker, and at lunch. Jughead is littered in hickeys and you kind of love it.

Every girl is jealous of you in this moment, especially when they see you get fucking escorted to class by both of them, and you realize just how lucky you are.

“Okay - we’ll see you at Pop’s?” Archie asks at the end of the day, running a hand through his soft hair.

“Yeah, definitely.”

“Okay, good. Jughead, are you gonna go with her?”

Jughead nods and grabs your hand, pecking it. The gesture is sweet and you feel your heart start to warm up, a blush coming up to greet your cheeks. You giggle uncontrollably, and look over at him. Jughead says his goodbyes to Archie, and then squeezes your hand. “You ready, doll?”

“Yes,” You laugh. “Daddy.”

god this took me like a WEEK AND A HALF to finish oh my fucking god hey hi i’m sorry i am LATE but i really put a lot of effort into making this good! i love u all and honestly i’m not even gonna try with a/n’s anymore

but if u enjoyed this like repost comment follow u know the drill

I LOVE U

until then,

tchao~

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They Live

I thought the concept for this movie was really original and interesting. There’s only a few movies out there that use the ‘you’ll never now’ technique to make people really question: what if that’s happening right now? Here they used that technique to show that the world is completely normal, nothing is suspicious everyone is fine, until the main protagonist put on a pair of special sunglasses that allowed him to see aliens that have infultrated the Earth. I especially liked how every single advertisement was changed to something, mostly “OBEY” or “CONSUME”, because it’s actually a very interesting concept on its own how easily minds can be influenced. I heard quite a lot of conspiracies and things like that how the tv is brainwashig people with flashing images just like presented in this movie exept here only a few people will ever find out and the rest will never know. Another movie that does this ‘you’ll never know’ thing with it’s plot that I know off is Matrix, and basically everyone at some point thought to themselves what if we are a simulation being controled by someone, or what if nothing we know is real? And only a selective few people will ever be able to find out about it. I don’t know I just love when movies put people in a thinking mindset after watching them, not every movie you ever watched you will remember, but the one’s like this for example, I watched it like a week ago, I don’t remember any character names I do remember some nice scenes that I thought were good but the thing that stuck with me the most is the ‘secret hidden world’ I guess. Of how what we perceive is so different from reality.

And all of that happened in around the first 30 minutes of the film, after that it all went downhill at least in my opinion. So they had this interesting, new and original concept for alien takeover of Earth and what do they do with it? How do we kick the aliens out? Well apparently we shoot them because that’s exactly what the main character does for the next 20 minutes as well as attempting to convince a dude he met at work that we need to believe is his only and best friend for plot convinience that there are in fact aliens. And I thought it was so stupid because this guy (the friend) was introduced saying he’s working away from home, providing for his wife and kids, he misses them a lot and all that good stuff. So the main character with his 900IQ decides to involuntarily force that guy to see aliens as well and get him all tangled up in this scheme that he almost died for 3 times up to this point. Well played honestly, because like screw this guy and his family, we’re talking about the greater good of the wolrd here, his family doesnt matter. But anyway they have this long fight scene in some back alley so that the main character can give the dude glasses and I swear that scene was good for the first 2 minutes. It definitely did not need to last like 12 I believe. 12 minutes spent on 2 guys punching each other about some glasses in a 90 minute long movie. It was so long and only had one purpose that could’ve been achieved in a single minute if not less. Honestly this scene bothered me so much, it was good but too long for what it gave the viewer plot wise, like every time they were down and I believed the guy will simply put the glasses on noooooo.. They get back up and fight for another 2 minutes, like come on.

Also there was this female character that served nothing throughout the movie, at first she gets held a hostage by the main character as he’s in a cat and mouse chase with the aliens because he thought it was a brilliant idea to shoot some of them in public places like a shop or a bank and then was suprised to be chased by police. Also side note there is no way in the world the police appears so fact, I get it when in was like 2 alien policemen because the aliens were shown to be able to teleport but all the other times it was normal police cars and policemen. They must be really bored to be able to appear literall seconds after called and know exactly who to chase and where, very convinient for the movie. But back to this lady I thought she was going to be a love interest for the main character and at first shes really anxious and acts negatively towards the main character (obviously who wouldn’t? He’s holding her hostage and making her drive to her house so he can hide there and obiously she’s a dumb female love interest in an 80′s movie so she does exactly like she’s told), the main character chills at her house for a while and then suprise suprise she gets some common sense and calls the cops who arrive within 20s with motorcycles 8 cars and everything. And we’re led to believe she knows about the aliens and tells the police about this man because she’s rich and it’s been mentioned that rich people know about the aliens and are allright with them as long as they profit, at leasts that’s what it looks like from the main characters point of view, but honsetly who wouldn’t call help in a situation like she’s in. But anyway she ind of disappears for half the movieand then the main character and his bestie find a hide out for humans that know about the aliens and want to fight them off of this planet. They seem very organised considering the aliens control everything at this point in time but they swap out the glasses for eyecontacts so you can actually see the actors faces for the climax of the movie. And let me tell you I was really questioning how it’s going to go down because this happens literally 15 minutes till the end of the movie and there has been basically no development for it exept a conspiracy theorist and some hideout at a church within the first 5 minutes. But anyway they immiediately trust these people nothing suspicious, no questions asked because there isn’t enough screentime left for them to develop this place anymore. I bet they didnt waste 10 minutes on a streetfight but whatever. The lady shows up and within the movies time it’s only been few hours. Shouldn’t she be recovering from the trauma or whatever? But anyway now she’s working as a spy for these people so maybe she knew about the aliens all along she just didn’t want the main character to spoil her cover? But nope that can go down the drain as when she sees the main character she tells him that she’s sorry for almost killing him and that she “didn’t know”. So I guess she was so freaaked out by this dude she decided to join a secret, rebellion cult within hours of meeting him. Happens to the best of us.

Then all of a sudden their hide out gets attacked and they escape through a secret door, everyone exept the main characters and the love interes die and apparently the entire USA is connected through these wierd looking tunnels because they walk a few meters and they ended up in a tv station where conveniently the girl works at. So they try to jam the tv transmition to tell people there’s an alien take over exactly like the theorist at the start of the movie that no one would listen to but that doesnt work out as the aliens find them and chase them out and they lose the lady in the process. They run a while through the same infinite corridor and find themselves in a purge style rich person gathering with aliens not even hiding what they look like and they are greeted by their boss from the construction works. And honestly you can barely tell it’s him. He had no development and was only shown in like one scene right at the start but thats unimportant. The boss without questioning takes his 2 workers for a trip around the place an within minutes shares all the alien secrets with the 2. Then they kill him. And they go back to jamming the tv station because this movie has no idea how to end the story. Im pretty sure the best friend dies?? Like he’s not at the very end but the main character destroys a satelite and gets stopped by his love interest who he kills because she’s working for the aliens now?? So when they first met and she called the cops it was because she worked with the aliens, and then it makes a lot of sense now that the hideout got destroyed so quickly after she got there. Too bad theres no insight because he immediatelly kills her because ‘duty to the country’ I guess. He destroyes the satelite (again for a tv station) and all of a sudden all the human cloaks the aliens were wearing dissapear without an explanation. The main character dies and achieved basically nothing at the end but now all the humans know aliens exist among them. But what will they do? Will there be a war between the 2 species? Will they make peace because they lived allongside each other for so long anyway? We will never find out because the movie ends there and I’m pretty sure there isnt a sequel to explainn what’s next.

Overall I feel this movie had an amazing concept and a lot of potential that was wasted by a rushed and forgettable plot, uninteresting characters that serve nothing, no foreshadowing hints or anything to how to destroy the aliens or even indication at the end of the film if the humans even won. There was a lot of boring moments like the introduction or the fight that could’ve been much shorter so that the ending can be expanded. It felt like a lot of things happened in this movie because they had to and if they didn’t now what to do with the plot they would extend it up to 10 minutes of literally the same thing over and over. This entire concept was wasted because the first half of the movie is literally a cat and mouse chase of the aliens and one uninteresting character with a gun trying to kill them all with no help. I would’ve much rather instead of rushing the ending like they did and revealing all the aliens if the character focused on gathering people to destroy the aliens from the inside out in a hiddem plot exactly how the aliens took over the Earth. Like they literally spent more then 10 minutes showing the character convince one guy to join his cause why not make that into a plot. And at the start and end of the film they showed groups of people tha already knew about the aliens. They could’ve made the love interest into a double agent or whatever. Make it simpler because there is too much going on and the ending they went with is not satisfying at all and a terrible waste of potential.

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chasing, relentlessly || mclopez

WHO: Mason McCarthy & Santana Lopez ( @trickstersantana ) WHAT: McLopez duels & chats. WHERE: Undique and then the cafeteria. WHEN: February 25th, lunchtimeish. WARNINGS: Violence, disturbing imagery.

Mason twirled his shillelagh over in low, slow loops, his mind everywhere except Udique. It was with Marley, with Sebastian, with Quinn and Madison...he shook his head at himself. He needed to focus. Fighting with Santana was something he could do, and there was no pressure - he wasn't bringing his ego to this. Sabia stretched out next to him, giving a big yawn. "Same," Mason muttered to her. If he could sleep through all of his problems, he would, but he couldn't, so he kept stretching as he waited for Santana to arrive.

Santana arrived already tasting her next victory and waved at Mason. Ugh, he fucking went with that stupid wolf. Gross. She though showing her disgust. "Well, are you ready to forget about other people's problem and just enjoy a friendly battle?" She asked, impatient to start. "Want to bet the ingredients we have so the winner takes all?"

Mason smiled a little and waved back, a chuckle escaping as she spoke. "San, I don't want to bet anything this time," Mason said, shaking his head. "But yeah. Let's get on with it. The sooner you beat me the sooner we can get pizza." Mason grinned faintly. Banter felt good, natural.

Santana shruged "It was worth a try" she said. At least she was going to get pizza anyway. "Any rules you want on the game, or everything is fair until someone surrenders?" she ask before starting.

Mason considered, but shook his head. "Till one of us surrenders." Sabia stood and Mason rolled his shoulders, stepping to his side of the arena. "Game on."

Mason rolled a die with 7 sides. The die showed: 4

Santana rolled a die. The die showed: 6

Mason shifted forward in the dirt. " <<Stones, rise and fly,>>" Mason commanded, his magic circle springing to life around his wrist. Stones emerged from the earth and flew toward Santana. He was frankly relieved his magic was even working, even if the stones weren't as big or as fast as he wanted them to be...

Santana easily dodged the stones while making a object-swap illusion so Mason shillelagh appeared to look as his fiddle "My my, still in love with that thing?" She said, just before also making the illusion of a little explosion to start on Mason's hand.

Santana rolled a die. The die showed: 5

Mason didn't even have time to be bummed that his rocks totally missed--all of a sudden Fi, er, his fiddle, was in his hand and then she, er, it was exploding. Mason yelped and dropped it, scooting back a step - when he blinked, it was his shillelagh again. "Low blow," Mason said with a playful pout. "Maybe I should've made a rule against using embarrassing psychotrauma."

Mason rolled a die with 7 sides. The die showed: 6

Santana laughs "You had your chance to make rules!" she said smiling while making some blue fire around Mason.

Mason laughed too, resisting his instinct to run from the fire. It's not real, he reminded himself. << "Extinguish these flames," >> Mason abjured, and the fire died instantly, leaving the ground smoking at his feet.

Mason rolled a die with 7 sides. The die showed: 2

Santana rolled a die. The die showed: 6

Santana saw how her fake fire dissapeared but smiled anyway. The party was about to begin. She made a small mist around Mason, and added some small distant sounds of people sobbing, while some dark uncanney almost-human figures made of black mud appeared from the ground around him to get him.

Mason tried to remind himself that it wasn't real, that he was just in the stadium with Santana, but then one of those Things lunged at him and he didn't even have the wherewithal to defend himself, he just tripped over his feet to run away. His heart was hammering loudly in his chest - he didn't hate illusions the way Madison did, but Aether he didn't enjoy them, either. "Aether, Santana," Mason breathed, shaking his head slowly. He tightened his grip on his shillelagh and the malachite crystal glowed dimly; he felt slightly less like passing out now. Slightly. "Thanks for the new nightmare material, I was getting bored of the old ones."

Mason rolled a die with 7 sides. The die showed: 1

Santana rolled a die. The die showed: 3

Mason pulled a sigil stone from his pocket and threw it, without checking what it was - so he was surprised when it exploded midair into a bunch of confetti. "I...Don't even remember making that." Mason said, blinking slowly.

Santana keep smiling. "You are welcome!" she said with triumph "If you had nightmares, please, tell me, I will check that as another victory" she said turning the human mud figures into something even more off, like humans turning into monsters, and they keep going for Mason. "Nice confetti, perfect for parties" she noted.

Mason kept scrambling away, but not before one of the muck monsters slashed at him. He whacked at it with his shillelagh, but given that it wasn't real it didn't do much good. So unfair. Mason shoved off and let Sabia cover his retreat, though she was winded too. His stone glowed again, but Mason had to start being smart. He couldn't give up. He had to focus. He looked down at his shillelagh and brushed his fingers over one of the sigils carved there. "<<Protect me.>>"

Mason flipped a coin. The coin showed: Heads

Santana rolled a die. The die showed: 1

Mason rolled a die with 7 sides. The die showed: 5

Santana keep making more of the mud monsters go for Mason. If it works, it works.

Mason shook his head sharply. Not real, not real. His shillelagh was real, and he needed to get closer to her, destabilize her. So he mustered his courage and ran around the muck, into the mist; Sabia ran the other way and howled, giving him direction; he swung low and hit Santana in the side, though not hard enough to break her ribs or do any permanent damage. And Sabia was with him - he had to press his advantage while he had it, while he could.

Mason rolled a die with 7 sides. The die showed: 1

Santana rolled a die. The die showed: 3

Santana looks again, annoyed at the wolf being there, making wolf noises, that she didn't notice Mason's attack and went back. "The wolf is better fighter than you" she said, not smiling this time, while she make dissapear the previous illusion to make a fake spear to make Maso go back.

Mason held up his shillelagh reflexively to block the spear, and it glowed faintly in his hand, his sigil activating and shattering the image of the spear. "Her name is Sabia, and she says thank you."

Mason rolled a die with 7 sides. The die showed: 5

Santana rolled a die. The die showed: 6

Santana is totally not going to call a stupid wolf for its name. She pretended to get a hand grenade, and showed it to Mason before throwing it to his feet, making another illusory explosion, sounds effects and all.

Mason yelled, " <<I am shielded!>>" and a sturdy green light surrounded him, but it only was able to absorb the worst of the blast. The aftershock was able to bring him to his knees, using his shillelagh for support - he glanced up at her and strongly considered another attack, but a warning whine from Sabia stopped him. With Marley, he'd gone until he couldn't go anymore, and he didn't mind her knocking him out. Santana was a different story altogether. And the thought of Marley just depressed him, so he let out a heavy sigh and held out his free hand, a sign of surrender. "Okay, San. You win."

Santana smiled even more when she heard the sound of her adversary surrendering. Sweet victory. She made a little bow, like a an actor recieving the greetins of the public at the end of a theatre play. "The honor is yours" She said "You resist well when things got hard, but don't have a good start" she said patting his head now that she could. "Did you had at least half as fun as I did?"

Mason rolled his eyes fondly, standing back up. He didn't mind the hair patting - his hair was soft, everyone should pet it - but his vengeance was that he towered over her when he stood back up. "Sure," he said with a shrug. He appreciated the critique; he needed to get over his aversion to immediate offense, but not be so stupid as to rush blindly in. There had to be a compromise in there somewhere. "Your illusions are great," he said, "but they'd be harder to fight against if they were of things that could be reasonably happening. Like, I'm not great at illusions, yknow, but when I tried one on Madison I didn't go for the muck monsters from hell. I just made her think the roof was caving in." Mason shrugged and leaned down to rub behind Sabia's ears. She really was a better fighter than he was. "Time for pizza? Loser buys, right?"

Santana looked smug. "I know they are" she said, proud of herself. "I know all the illusions tricks, Number 2, most of them I had to suffer cause they were aimed at me." She said because she was a total show off. She could explain him more, but that was too much information on her MO of fighting. "Loser buys" she nods.

Mason frowned slightly; he knew a little something about being attacked. He didn't push; he led them to the dining hall and got their food, waiting until his pizza was half gone and he felt less like he'd gotten his butt kicked before he broached what he actually wanted to talk to her about. "So, enough about other people's problems," Mason began, wiping his mouth and leaning back in his seat. "What happened to you on Sunday?"

Santana was happy eating her pizza, happy about how things where going without people talking about HER issues. She wondered if just hiding it will be more suspicious than just saying it. But she had a trick for these situations "What do you think happened in Sunday? C'mon, maybe you are smart enough to guess it, it's not that hard" she said, challenging him.

Mason squinted lightly at her, studying the expression on her face. Santana saying it wasn't that hard meant nothing, but one of the things he admired about her was her refusal to make it easy. Admired and hated, maybe. He shook his head to clear it, folding his fingers together. Problems could be broken down into who, what, when where and why. Who: Santana. What: Acting cagey and distracted, glued to her phone. When: Sunday. Why: ??? ...So that left where. "Assuming that you're not upset about missing Sunday service," Mason began slowly. "You thought you were home?"

Santana raised an eyebrow "What the hell is Sunday service?" she asked. Mason said the easy thing, and it was easy, she was surprised no one noticed. She guessed they didn't give her much attention or they just where really bad at geography. She shrug with a little smile. "Almost right" she said "One get nostalgic sometimes, that's all" She could say that wasn't her home, but that would be way too long, and the less personal the better. Sharing just the minimun to not get more question, and have excuses already prepared, just in case. She keep eating asi it was nothing. "And getting back to other's people problem, how is that affecting /you/?" She asked, more out of curiosity than anything.

Mason nodded slowly; he hadn't been nostalgic much since coming to NYADA, except in the moments that felt most confusing and strange, and even then, it wasn't out of a desire to go back to the Compound itself so much as it was a desire for the world to make sense again. Mason figured this had a little to do with his being at NYADA voluntarily, and a lot to do with his ability to go home whenever he felt like it. Mason didn't press further; almost right wasn't wrong, and she hadn't brushed him off--she was entitled to her privacy. "How does that affect me? You wanting to go home? It doesn't. In the moment it did because you were my teammate and I was worried about you." Mason shrugged and took another bite of pizza. "I guess now it affects me because you're my friend and I don't like seeing you upset," he allowed, "and if it was an ongoing thing I'd want to help you if I could."

Santana rolled her eyes "I mean everyone, in general, dumbass" She squint her eyes at him Fuck, he said the F word she keep eating anyway. "If you get affected by your own problems and other people problems, that's not going to do wonders for your mental health" she said, disinterested. "Don't offer help so fast if you are going to regret it"

Mason shrugged and averted his gaze. He wasn't sure he believed that she was genuinely worried about him, but it was sweet of her to say all the same. "I don't regret it," Mason said quietly. "I try not to regret the things I do. Life's too short, y'know? Especially for my line of work." Mason picked at his pizza. "I don't regret helping people. I don't regret getting hurt. I don't even regret Fred here," Mason said, holding up his wrist to show off his Watch Eye, currently in watch form. "Because it helped someone, in a roundabout way. What happens to me and how I feel is...less important than that." Mason shrugged again. "I regret hurting people along the way. That's what I need to be more careful about, is all." Mason chewed at the edge of his lip, then shook his head at himself. "But. Thank you. That's sweet of you to say." Mason glanced at her and smiled a little, though it quickly turned impish. “Don't hit me for calling you sweet."

Santana looked at him, doubting him. "You can regret the things you promise, specially to a trickster" She keep eating and listening, she wasn't a fan of regret either, but she knew other people tended to drown in it. "I know how short it is, yeah" She said, always remembering she should be dead already. But suck it, death. . "Fred, George and Eazy E, why are you slayers like that" She asked to the wind more than Mason. "It helped? How?" She blinked twice for the sweet comment, and then illusionated a box of sugar and made it look like she was taking it to throw it to Mason's face "Sweet. I'm surprised, I though you were the type to regret a lot"

Mason laughed, flinching playfully. "I dunno. I'm trying to be better about wallowing," Mason said. "What's done is done, y'know? Can't change the past, no matter how much you wish you could. Just gotta focus on making the next step better. And better, and better, and better, until you don't have anything to look back on and feel guilty about. Eventually your 'shoulda coulda didn't's will turn into 'shoulda coulda did's." Mason shrugged. "They said that our meeting with the guy who wanted the knife helped, because it proves there's more than us involved in this thing. We got it on camera, so they have something to go on." Mason smiled ruefully. "Guess I'll never know if they catch the guy or guys or gals or whoever is behind that part. I hope they move on Coleman soon, though, I'm getting tired of seeing his face around." Mason wrinkled his nose. "What about you? Do you regret much, San?"

Santana vanished the illusory sugar. "I agree, and well, technically you can change the past, but it's one of the Cardinal Laws I totally agree with it should all be banned... because when you can actually change the past, then you can't say 'We can't change it, just move on'. " She said. God, she hated time travels. She keep listening while finishing her pizza. "Oh, that's nice, I hope they caught him soon" Who knows how much were know, it was all very far away and everything always too slow for her liking. "I wish" she commented about Coleman being away. "He can go to Magic Harvard with the others Bloodline douchebags" She drank a bit and almost spit all laughing at Mason's question "Oh, my..." she tried to stop laughing "Please, Number 2, I don't regret anything I ever did. Regret's useless and I'm not a fan of useless things"

Mason chuckled and nodded. "Harvard can have him." Mason shook his head and finished his pizza, wiping his fingers off on his napkin. Regret could be useful, if it was a lesson, but Mason had a feeling that Santana either knew that and was choosing to ignore it, or found her teachings elsewhere. Either way. "Me either, I don't think. I try to find a use for everything," Mason added with a shrug. "Or else what's really the point? If everything has meaning, nothing's a waste." Mason smiled a little, hesitating for a moment before continuing, a little softer. "I'm glad we did this, San. The hanging out, I mean, but the duel too. It was a good distraction, and...it's nice, being 'okay' with you." Mason smiled simply. "How long d'you think it's gonna be before we're at each other's throats again?"

Santana doubted Mason actually tried to find a use for everything the same way she tried to find a use for everything. Not everything had meaning, but I guess some people though that. "Well, it was fun, not going to lie" She was actually kind of sad she couldn't tell Puck that Mason was better fighter than him, because it was much of a lie. "I give us a week, being generous." Usually she would think she would be the one screwing it up, but Mason had even a better record than her and without making the efford of screwing it out on purpose. "We can make it an enjoyable week, though." She sait getting up to leave.

Mason smiled in spite of himself. "That's real generous. See you, San." An enjoyable week sounded...well, it sounded impossible, but it was nice to think about. And she hadn't lied to him like, several times! That wasn't nothing; they were...allies, maybe. Friends. Currently-okay-with-each-other. He'd take it.

#para: all #para: santana #para: chasing relentlessly #para: 089 #// this was the hardest for me to name for some reason idk

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soulmate 2:16-3:16 - march 2016

theres something hidden into this city that i love deeply and i have to find it again.

i saw it once , years ago , as a child . i lay on my back in a narrow dark street. my vision is blurred i dont know how or why im here . i crook my head back farther, farther...... and the clouds part open , or a screen is shifted , and one skinny fall of sunlight comes down to shine on this fern thats growing outward from a damp wall by a door. i blink and my vision clears , i blink again , then three times, then someone grabs my and pulls me upright and takes me away. for three blinks im on my back as a child , in a crooked alley, the cement under me is uneven, grimy, wet. my head is tilted back and the muscles in my neck ache from it and i see the fern sitting in that moment of light . then i leave . im in love

oh i am obsessed with it , i need to find it . i dont know how. my memories are broken across my life , i dont ..... know .. i dont know where anything is. i scratch at my head like some dumb animal bored to death on a chain. i click my teeth ......

i spend my years memorising the fern in the light , knowing i have to find it again . but when , but how ...

one night i try to leave to find it , but i am caught , and returned , and i cant find it that way . i must bide my time . i guess . i think ive waited long , so long . so i know i can do it ive spent this much time waiting i can spend a little more and i dont want to ! but i can , i certainly can.

memory ... memory .... where does my memory sleep? where is it in my head ? i know that i must know how to return, because i have been there once before . there must be some remnant left from that trip, some rind, some little toenail clipping of memory to show me how to go back . i try to plot this pilgrimage but its so so hard. i cannot imagine, i cannot fathom ...

i need to though . i must . i love it dearly, i love it with my full self and i have to see it again .

i go on a small walk early in the morning. the air is gray . im not trying to find the fern by the door today, i just need a walk , for my legs and my mind. i walk hard, smacking the bottoms of my shoes onto the pavement so the earth knows im here. i go by businesses and houses and two parks, i pass a courthouse and a museum. i walk all the way down to the wharf and stare into the glaring cold ocean below me .

it stares back. i see a crab, and i turn around to start my way back.

i feel the ocean lurking at my heels as i walk away. i regret coming here.

i eat a plum today . i eat it slowly and think about the fern and the door. its flesh is cold and soft.

the fern, the door, where are they , they are hiding far away from me but i know. I Know. they are in this very same city as myself. i grind the thin bitter plum skin between my molars. where could they be ........ god i must find them.

i make so many plans to go out , track them down , and they all fail. there is a component missing . something causes my failure but i dont know what it hurts my head! it hurts my physically !

a solar eclipse is approaching and i think it is important. i plan to leave on the eclipse to find my love and i wont return, never. ill never come back. the eclipse is five days away, now four ...... i watch the sky

does the sun know? is the sun plotting ? do they all know up there , all those monsters hanging up there, do they know about eclipses? no . they are also dumb animals , on a chain , just like me . we are made of star stuff after all . thats one big chain.

the sun dissapears so slowly, being gently eaten away, and i make my leave . the streets run with people viewing the eclipse. they gather at opportune places - the tops of their apartment buildings , on the beach, on a hill in a park. i slide past them, they are so thick around me . the street is fucking clotted with humans and i swim through them.

at first they seem oblivious but slowly, i realize, that theyre on to me. i dont know what it is; probably the sun being so weird. it must affect our brains somehow. but they can sense my presence and sense my drive. they know what im up to . not every single one, i dont think....but enough that it worries me.

their many presences stick to my brain. i try to shake them.. i cant shake them. god theres so many , this city is overrun ...... ill ignore them though , ill ignore them until they make their move. if i act like i dont know what theyre doing then they will let me through for longer .. i have to pretend , for my sake , if they realize they Will tear me apart.

the eclipse is over and people are returning slowly to their duties . even with the sun back to normal though some of them are still following me ... not physically (yet) but mentally. theyre keeping tabs on my brain... i travel on anyways pretending not to know. i think i am getting closer ....

it is getting darker, darker ... i know i am approaching . im manic , im full of feverish blood and im close , so close, closer than ive ever been. i feel presences behind me , theyre on me like a pack of goddamn hounds , theyre closing in around me but they havent caught me yet.

i push past people and i dont care at this point , they all already know what im up to no reason to keep secrets anymore . a big broadcast has been made across the city, they all know now. so i push and claw past them, gush through their crowds like a ravenous slime full of intent . im full of purpose ..

the evening air is cool . i gulp it down. dusk is on us now , the light getting dusty , people crawling around bars now , the atmosphere is becoming heavy and grips at me . it sinks into my pores to try and pull me to a stop but i push through, its a miasma , its some kind of hellish gasses released to try and sedate me. i wont listen to it though . im not stopping until i find my love again. all the people coming out now to go to bars .. oh , it must be the alcohol. they drink , and breathe out, and the alcohol mixes into the oxygen and tugs on my with evil purposes. it is not pure of heart ......... the entire atmosphere here is trying to get everyone drunk. or , more specifically , trying to get me drunk , trying to contain me... i wont allow it. i have miles to go before i sleep.

its black now , its late , my vision blurs , my breath hurts , occasionally i find myself scrabbling like a cretin on my hands and knees , dragging myself through puddles of filth and scraping all my skin off , leaving a trail of myself behind on the asphalt. i try to stay on my feet as much as i can but my minds so clouded by this heavy atmosphere its hard to do what i want .

im deep , deep , into the city now and i rarely see people . maybe they have given up .. maybe they think that since ive gotten this far ill just kill myself , wear myself down to nothing on this pavement . sink to earth as a dribble of grime ..... it seems a pleasant option at this point . i hurt , i ache , my brain is screeching . but i wont , not yet .

i did not leave with the intent to die but i think thats whats going to happen . i will die on the roots of this fern . i cannot imagine Living again after this .. in fact i do not know that i am really alive right now . i do not think i am ... im decomposing ..... the skin trail behind me ..

gravity pulls me across the ground now . i know i am still being monitored but i cannot care , i do not care , they can have my carcass if they give so much of a shit . im oozing , rolling , sloughing , im not a sentient being barely im just matter with a purpose nailed to its core . i can no longer stand on two feet , i can barely crawl . and i dont see almost any people by this point . when i do , they are disgusted . they avoid me . i have grown into a beast that they fear mightily

i am upon it now , i am upon my love . i reach my tongue out of my face to try to taste it , it comes every closer . i haul my unraveled remains over the cold concrete , my fingers scraping thin , my belly an empty cave now . there do exist pictures of me as a child , a baby . i am shown these . 'oh, what a cute little baby you were! look at those fat cheeks...' i shake my head . no . no that does not exist anymore , that baby decayed and im the rot that is left . i was eaten and chewed apart and drooled back out whatever that baby couldve grown up to be will never exist : i killed it and took its place . im an imposter .. an imposter

i peel my face up from the ground. only one eye opens itself . i can see it now , the object of my affections , my love , my love ... the little door , the little fern beside it . i force my body to move slowly slowly , i cant manage anything better . i smell the damp mold , the rot , the neglect and the soil and the old stale air . im so so in love . im so in love . and im almost to the door

oh and im there , im at the door and i fall to earth in pain. im panting and drooling and cant feel my body , whatever is left of it . i truly am dying , almost dead . i push at the door. it doesnt open but the vibration from my action , my little attempt , shakes raindrops off of the fern and they fall on my face . they fall on the thing that used to be my face .....

the door isnt locked i dont think , but its so warped by moisture , the wood is so puffy , that its stuck . i shoved my shoulder against it , my slippery sad shoulder . god . how could this shoulder have grown from that little baby , how did i become ...

i shove again and again . shockingly there are tears left in my body and i cry. the fern bobs above me . the city moves around me . those monsters in the sky they turn above us all . the air still comes and goes from my lungs , and i can still feel the pain of my failing body . the people of this city , the forces that be , perch invisibly above me , monitoring me . they grab up my brainwaves in their hands , those vultures , those shiftless parasites , they eat up my brainwaves and gather information . i just want to be alone , somehow , let me be alone

the doors groans and pops open, just barely . i rest my face between it and the doorframe , breathe deeply. all is dark and all i have is the smell of soft wood and old air and dust and the rain and the fern lives above me. oh . i am so in love ...

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