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leahnardo-da-veggie · 15 days

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A Perfectly Normal Schoolgirl

Look, it's my first piece of realistic fiction! No magic in sight :) Or is there?

I hefted the broom and smacked it into my palm. Letting my feet slide into their position, I grinned at my opponent. The crowd, all secondary school students in their ironed white blouses, began clapping with bloodthirsty delight. I wasn't afraid, or even nervous. Sure, he was a good head taller than me and hellishly well-built, but one of us had done martial arts her whole life, and it wasn't him.

He gave me a single nod, then charged. With a quick sidestep, I tapped him on the shoulder. The butt of my broom jabbed itself firmly into his left thigh, and before he could grab me, I sweeped him right onto the floor, stopping only to catch him before he broke his nose on the classroom floor.

“Hply crap,” Dane said, as I let him down slowly. “What the hell? You didn't even give me a shot!”

I shrugged. “It's the nature of the beast. You might've struck first, and that's generally a good thing, but you have to have an idea of what you're going to do whence you strike. You're a man, not an elephant stampeding me. Also, work on your breakfalls. If I hadn't caught you there, you'd end up with a broken nose,” I snapped, in my best imitation of a drill sergeant.

Dane brushed himself off and nodded to himself. “Makes sense. I mean, you're-” I pressed my finger to his lips, and gave a meaningful glance at the security camera in the corner. Nobody was any the wiser, of course. They all thought this was us being a ‘couple’. It was generally a useful fiction, save for that time Dane thought to ask me out on a date.

As the bell rang, warning us of the end of recess, we stored our brooms aside. The class returned to their seats, all sign of our brief fight club vanished.

Mrs Cheng stalked into the room not long after Dane had cleared the last of the dust off of his clothes. Her glasses were smudged, I noted with grim satisfaction. So she'd encountered my little surprise. It was an effort to not expose myself by laughing at her. She pressed her hands to her hips and surveyed us. “Open your workbooks and flip to page 43. Do exercises 5 to 16, but skip question 8 part 2,” she snapped, without so much as a greeting. I'd gotten under her skin, then.

Whilst I idly scribbled down equations on my notes, she strode down the rows between our little tables, narrowing her eyes at us. To the unpractised observer, she was checking our work, like a perfectly normal teacher. She and I knew the truth, however. I scratched out a line of work as her shadow loomed over me.

“Katherine,” she hissed, resting a callused palm on my table. “Pray tell: Why did you move the x² to the left?”

I looked up and fluttered my eyelashes at her. Oh, she knew, alright. She and I both knew the truth. “Perhaps it is because the square needs to be separated from its fellows before we can… remove it from the equation. Don't you agree?”

Her eyes widened infinitesimally, then narrowed. “I suppose so. But you could say the same of the cube, could you not?” She leaned in and grinned, showing teeth that were just a bit too long in the canines. "Be a bit more careful, won't you? Sometimes a little number in the wrong corner can tip the scales entirely."

I laughed politely. "Oh, Mrs C., don't mix your metaphors. It's not very teacherly, is it?"

The retort made her hiss. "Watch your tongue, little Kat. Don't you know what happened to the overly-curious cat?"

"Oh, yes," I agreed. "I know all about the cat. Especially what happens when it's out of the bag. Now, don'tcha need to go check on the other students? You can't be thought of as having favourites, after all."

The glint in her eyes warned me that I would pay for the point I'd scored, but I didn't mind. I stuck out my tongue at her as she walked off, and giggled to myself. Yes, I knew all about the cat, I thought.

Curiousity might've killed it, but satisfaction would bring it back. And by the time our little spat ended, I would have all the satisfaction I needed for a million resurrections.

#Sorry if this is shorter than usual I've got a hell of a fever rn #Also my secondary school class did in fact have a fight club that no teacher ever found out about #horror #writeblr #writing #my writing #creative writing #writing community #writerscommunity #fantasy #spilled ink #short story

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masterqwertster · 1 month

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Ok don’t publish it if you don’t have to but man this weekend is bumming me right out with this “

Yeah, there is certainly some aggression going on against people wishing for resurrection because others find it a poignant narrative that a sacrifice can't be undone, that it lasts and has consequences, that it puts weight to the stakes. And they think that coming back to life after specifically doing something you know will 100% kill you cheapens sacrifice.

Personally, I think that being brought back after you willingly and knowingly and successfully gave your life for others tells a story of how much you're loved. It's your friends saying "Fuck that. You're going to live. We're all going to live. We'll keep dragging each other back until we can't anymore, so fucking be here and fight."

It also adds another level of desperation to be stronger, smarter, to not be caught like that ever again because who knows if you can get them back next time (and however many times you fail after that). Resurrections get harder ever time a person is brought back. This is part of what bit Scanlan's ass right before Bard's Lament: the Revivify didn't take, so the rest of Vox Machina brought in his daughter to call him back during the Resurrection (which he hated) and got the chance to be dicks about bringing him back with the dumb pranks, all of which led to setting Scanlan off. And sure, Bells Hells had that desperation to keep each other alive from the Bassuras fight, but that doesn't mean that the sentiment can't be further sharpened even when you've managed to steal back all the lives of your party members that she took.

Honestly, I think that just having Chet and FCG die against the Murder Machine of Otohan after Bells Hells specifically and successfully went to efforts to get stronger still ups the stakes even if both end up revived. "All our might and we still faced that loss. It would have been all of us if FCG didn't make that play. We still cannot face the enemy leadership head-on as we are. We must get stronger still."

And I really think there's some fun character development to be had in giving FCG a flesh body. Will he actually like what they've envied about the others? How does one handle a completely new body that they're grateful for (that they should be grateful for, otherwise they'd be dead) but is just so different from what they know? Yes, FCG had that last moment clarity that he was in fact already fully alive, but there's definitely some "alive in the flesh" things to explore.

And more faith to explore too. Like, did he get to meet the Changebringer and talk with her in the afterlife? The Raven Queen? Speaking of just being in the afterlife, what about meeting Eshteross again? The other members of the Division of Public Benefit that he killed?

Also, I'm not sure how big a fan I am of the heavy breakdowns that will happen if FCG isn't resurrected. Bells Hells is suffering pretty good as is and I'd like them to have some happiness inbetween all the Moon Bullshit. Conflict drives a story, but you need soft moments to wind it down between heavy moments.

Because truthfully, most of what you get from keeping FCG dead is a bunch of breakdowns in the party without it's most optimistic member who actually advocates for communication, which they all suck at for various personal reasons. And a push towards the Villain Arc path that, honestly, a few are walking just fine without FCG staying dead and/or can still be pushed further down it just by the fact that he decided to kill himself to save their asses when no one wants to let any of the others go.

I do think that as far as martyrdom goes, what FCG did took a nice step away from "giving my life because it's worth less than any one of theirs and I think dying for a cause will give me absolution for the people I rage killed" and into "giving my life because it will save them and I don't know what else to do that will save them." There are certainly posts that get into the distinction between those choices better than I have. Which is where I think the "best ending for FCG" idea comes from, as it happened under the "best" reasoning for FCG to martyr himself. And to a certain degree, people have decided that martyrdom was unavoidable for FCG or that he was just highly prone to it and this was a good time/way to do it.

Still doesn't change that a self-sacrificing character did in fact sacrifice themself, though. Or that it didn't have to be the end that FCG met.

And I understand to some degree how Everyone Comes Back to Life if You Try can feel like it undermines the stakes. Because if no one stays dead, what do you have to fear from walking into mortal danger? Everyone will be fine right? Which is wrong. There is still trauma in dying, even when you're brought back. The realization of mortality, the struggle to steal back a life when it's not just a quick prayer in the heat of battle. And the ever looming possibility that you do it right and it's still not enough to steal them back.

Also, from the wider in-the-game-world's perspective: Resurrection is rare as shit and only people with immense wealth, connections, and/or power even have a shot at it.

Even mechanically it's not easy. You have to mind time limits, expensive costs, body conditions, spell levels and slots, not to mention that the dice can always say no.

So yes, Bells Hells probably needs to go to less effort to Reincarnate FCG than they did to resurrect Laudna because all they're missing is components while they have the likes of Keyleth who kind of owe them for Moon Scouting and killing Otohan and should be able to provide.

#I don't know if this covers it right #but like. there are reasons to leave FCG dead (mostly Sam's wishes) and reasons to bring him back #both are valid and we won't know which way it swings until the next episode(s)#and it's not hating consequences to want FCG back. it's knowing it's possible and wanting that sequence of consequences #like Sam could take FCG back and impose some new limit on them. play “didn't come back right” beyond the new body for consequences #so. ya'know. trust the cast to tell the story and don't get on each other's asses about different hopes for what comes next #MQ&A #critical role #cr speculation #cr spoilers #fcg

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nescaveckwriter · 6 months

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Paintbrushes and Romance

Part One 🥰

Dean x reader

A/N: this is my first ever written piece on here, so let me know what y'all think, much love my little twinkies💞

Warnings: Talking of killing, swearing, police case, not sure what else.

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The smell of freshly grounded coffee beans fills the cozy little coffee shop. There's about six or seven tables in the middle, but you always choose the little corner seat, mostly everyday you sit there, watching people, listening conversations, finding inspiration.

No one except the waitress ever notices you, though that's the way you like it, sitting there admiring the way autumn takes over the leaves, its always been your favourite season ever since you were that little girl, running around, playing with the leaves, your parents would get so mad at you, for messing up the garden, a smile tugs at the corner of your lips, your thoughts get inturupted by the waitress, need a fill up? Ah! Yes please Julie, I'd appreciate that, not getting much work done today, saying with a smile. Sure, Julie said, you'll get there, one day I'll know what you do for a living I guess... You laugh a little, yeah one day.

It's not that your in the secret service or something, its just, you are a very private person, despite the fact that you're a social media influencer, and an author of three best selling books. You're actually busy working on a new book right now, but its going slow, you need inspiration of the male character, but just can't seem to find one, hell you can't even think of one, and since its one of those spicy romance books, you can't exactly base the character loosely on your brother, that'll be damn weird. Deep in thought, you hear the bell of the door, chime, welcoming a new customer. You look up from your laptop and see its two men , one man looks like a freaking giant, brownish hair, kinda messy looking, hanging over his ears, the other one a bit shorter but still tall, with his dark blondish hair, neatly spiking in the air, with a little stubble beard enhancing the already amazing, sharp jaw line, pink rose plump lips forming a smile when he excitedly said, with a kinda gruffy voice, look Sammy, they've got pecan pie. Yeah okay! Let's take a seat, and try to behave said the taller one.

You can't help it, you are drawn too him, like a moth to a flame, you quickly look in your flower tote bag, grabbing your sketch book and favourite pencil, and with out waisting anymore time , you pick up the pencil and start sketching the outline, of his nearly perfect face, getting swept away in the aroma of the coffee, the outline of his face, the way his savouring every single bite of the pie, you just have to sketch this man, maybe you can loosely base your books character on him, damn he sure is good-looking you think sketching away.

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Damn Sammy, this pie is just what I needed, Dean said. How is it possible that we never came to this coffee shop, Dean said, looking over at Sam eating his salad, dude he said, live a little, try some pie! I'm fine, thanks man, you know I prefer healthy choices Sam said with a not amused look on his face. Yeah well, whatever, I prefer living a little, we can die at anytime with our line of work Dean said.

Dean can hear a sort of muddled sound of his brother's telling him something, but can't really focus, in the corner, is a woman sitting with black jeans and a black top with a long mustard yellow jersey, with flat shoes matching the black, the light coming through, shining on one side, making her appear like an angel, with a messy hair bun and loose pieces of hair framing hair face, she's wearing glasses with a purplish frame, complimenting her pale, white skin, she's biting her lip, while focussing on something, not quite sure what it is. She is medium built, definitely not the type of women he goes for with their sleek long legs and high heels, but damn she was beautiful, a kind of beautiful Dean had rarely seen!

Dean! Hey! Dude! Snap out of it, Sam said while hitting Dean on the shoulder! What! Is your problem Sam, Dean said frustration clearly in his voice. What the hell man, I've been talking for the past few minutes, and then I just lost you. Bite me, Dean said. Clearly confused Sam taking a bite of his salad, you okay Dean, is it this case that has you all worked up? Yeah maybe! We need to get this guy before he kills anyone else, Dean said frown visible taking another bite of pie, keeping an eye on you in the distance, thinking you take his breath away without even saying a single word...

#winchester brothers #spn fanfic #dean winchester fanfiction #sam winchester x reader #bobby singer #dean winchester x reader #dean x reader #Spotify

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final-girl96 · 6 months

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Firefly Chapter Forty-Nine

Joel's pov

Joel sat in the town's workshop, his boots sitting on the bench. They were falling apart, the duct tape he put around them was barely holding them together and the soles were so thin he could feel the terrain against the soles Of his feet. Every rock, stick, sharp jagged object they walked across he felt it.

His emotions were just like his boots. Held together by duct tape and barely holding on. He was relieved he found his brother, he was happy that Tommy was alright and safe. The new information about him Being married to a woman; a woman that most definitely hates him for that fact, was shocking. He was happy for him, but that to Joel…to Joel that meant Tommy wouldn't need him anymore. There was no way Maria would let him stay here. The news about Tommy becoming A father hit harder though. He had no doubt in his mind that Tommy would be an amazing father.

But being with Ellie and yn, Joel started to feel a little more like his old self. Ellie was a huge pain in his ass, but she was starting to become more than a package that he had to deliver. He grew to care for the girl. It has been so long since he's had a child in his presence. After Sarah, he didn't care for children much. He can't say he pictured having a family with yn because he has. It was just a picture of a time when Cordyceps never happened and Sarah was still alive. Yn would have finished college, dated guys her own age, and maybe then down the road when she was older, they could have been something more than just neighbors.

Their age gap has always bothered him. He kept it in the back of his mind though because he was in love with her, is in love with her. That doesn't matter though, she's not safe with him. Ellie isn't safe with him. Tommy would be able to get Ellie to where she needed to go and yn would be safer here. She could be happy here, and find someone closer to her age. Someone who could give her everything she deserves.

The bell over the door rang and Tommy walked in. “The guys said I might find you here,” he said, shutting the door behind him. “Figured I'd save you the trouble.” He sat down a pair of boots for Joel. Joel went and sat down on a stool and slowly started to put them on. “I shouldn't have said what I said,” Joel told him. “I don't even believe it. I know you're happy for me. It just... It's complicated for you... and I'm sorry. So you gonna let me off the hook, or what?”

“This ride to the University, is it a suicide mission?” Joel asked. “No. It's dangerous, but it's nothin' you can't handle. Just prepare and do what you do,” Tommy said. Joel finished putting his boots 9n and looked up at him. “You've had people go that way and come back?” He asked. He wanted to make sure it was going to be safe before he dropped a bomb on Tommy. “All of 'em. What is this?”

“She's immune.” Tommy pulled his eyebrows together in confusion. “What?” He asked. “Ellie. She got infected, but she didn't get sick. Tommy. Tommy, I saw her get bit myself. That was months ago. Months. She's immune. From the beginning. It was Marlene. She hired us to help yn smuggle her to some Fireflies. It went bad. Tess got bit. She made me swear to take the kid and go with yn. It was her dyin' wish. What the hell was I supposed to do?” Tommy didn't know what to say, so he stayed silent and listened to Joel, who's eyes were getting glossy.

“We went through Pittsburg and made it as far as Kansas City then... You know, she saved my life and yn's there... from another kid. Five years ago, I would've destroyed him. But she had to shoot him to save us. Fourteen years old. Because I was too slow and too fսckin' deaf to hear him comin' and get to yn before the other guy Got to her. And I saw... I saw a man kill his own brother... to save her, while I just watched. And today, I thought that dog was gonna tear her apart because it smelled somethin' on her. And all I did was stand there.”

He took a pause, hanging his head, and trying to swallow the lump in his throat. “I couldn't... move. I couldn't think of anything to say. I just... I was so afraid. You think I can still handle things, but... I'm not who I was. I'm weak. Lately, there are these moments where the fear comes up outta nowhere, and... my heart... feels like it's stopped. And I have dreams. Every night.”

“What kinda dreams?” Tommy asked. “I don't know. I can't remember. I just know that when I wake up... I've lost somethin'.” Joel let the tears go; let them slide down his cheeks. “I'm failin' in my sleep. That's all I do. It's all I've ever done is fail her again and again. I failed yn, too. Me coming back to her being gone repeats in my head over and over. I was too protective. I didn't spend time with her like she wanted because I was too busy off with Tess smuggling shit in and out of the QZ. I got her back but I've been failing her again.”

Tommy was silent for a while, thinking everything through. “You want me to take her.” Joel looked at him with a look of defeat. “I'm just gonna get her killed. I want yn to stay here where she's safe. She can have a life here, find someone her own age, someone who can take care of her and male her happy. I know it. I have to leave them.” He didn't want to but he knows he has to. Yn meant everything to him and Ellie had wormed her way into his heart. He wanted nothing more than for them to be with him but he couldn't do that. He wouldn't let himself do that.

“Joel…” Tommy was cut off before he could even respond. “I mean, it's why you took off on me, right? To make up for the things we did? Well, here's your chance to bring your kid into a better world. You're younger than me. You're still strong. You said it yourself, you'll come back. You have to take her. You have to make sure yn stays here where she's safest and will get what she deserves.happiness.And you can't tell anyone, not even Maria. Tommy, you're the only one I trust. If anyone else sees those bites on her, what's under her skin... they'll shoot her. It's the last thing I'll ever ask of you. I swear.” Tommy didn't say anything for a few long minutes. He thought it over. He knew yn would never agree to this. He knew he wouldn't be able to male her stay here, especially if Joel left. “I'll take her out at dawn. We got you in 38. It's left, left, right.”

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utilitycaster · 1 year

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Re: Wizard Stupid

As you outline it, i definitely believe its a thing. However, id like to object that Ludinus exhibits it in earnest. Absolutely its what he projects (ie. the absurdity of hating clerics for being gifted magic while working alongside SORCERERS), but i think he projects it knowingly and deliberately, which disqualifies him from Wizard Stupid.

Basically im denying the adage “Never attribute to malice what can be adequately attributed to stupidity”. Id LOVE your thoughts on this but its my belief that Ludinus is weaponizing populist talking points against what are basically ignorant common folk and traumatized people as a shield to hide his greater true desire to become god emperor of Exandria. Especially keeping in mind that us as the audience have a vaster knowledge of the Exandrian pantheon and its inner workings than a regular commoner who’s worked a farm all their life and just wants to make enough money for a meal. If right-wingers get away with this kind of shit all the time, i certainly believe Ludinus does, too.

I would disagree with a few things here; but to address the first point, Wizard Stupid really is just "I think the consequences of my actions will not come back to me, and indeed haven't necessarily thought them through at all", which I believe absolutely applies to Ludinus. While we don't know for sure that teleportation is broken, or that he's fucked the ley network and therefore arcane magic, those are both pretty likely. He activated a machine that had taken damage with his own life force. He also did hire Astrid, who is heavily implied to have been feeding intel to Caleb and would therefore be indirectly responsible for quite a lot of that damage. He stiffed Ira's bill; reneging on a contract with a fey even other fey think is kind of a wildcard? That's Wizard Stupid. I'd also note: never attribute to malice what can be explained by stupidity is much more about assuming that the person who cut you off in traffic is a fucking idiot who wasn't paying attention, not that they have it out for you and want you to crash. It doesn't mean people can't be both malicious and stupid, and we do know Ludinus is, canonically, evil. I am not denying his malice; I'm saying he's also, in some areas, very, very stupid.

In general though, I don't think a comparison to populism is apt. Ludinus and the Vanguard expressly aren't going around doing massive, active recruiting among common people who are, or perceive themselves to be, disenfranchised. Tuldus is actually the exception to what we've seen; the majority of Vanguard members we've encountered have been Ruidusborn. This is a cult recruiting vulnerable people. If it were truly populist, why is it not commonly known among the population? Why recruit Lilliana and not Relvin, who is similarly a regular commoner who's worked on a farm all his life? Why hasn't anyone in the party, many of whom have been living on the fringes of society, heard of it before now? Why are their only allies other tiny obscure cults and a crawler gang? Why are they killing what appears to be random travelers? The Paragon's Call members are honestly pretty apathetic, and the Malleus Key plan wasn't a recruiting tactic when Bells Hells encountered them; I think it's a case of "boss says we're killing god and they're paying well, so, sure, I don't care as long as I get overtime." Killing the gods is not a talking point being used to rally the masses; it's not populism and it's frankly not even popular. All things considered, the group at the Tishtan site is pitifully small.

I will also admit, and this applies here but to a few other posts as well, that I don't find a framing of Mortals vs. the Gods under any kind of real-world political structure to really work for me. The premise is in fact that the gods don't function like mortals, so even if killing the gods were a popular sentiment, which again, it is not, I don't know if it would map well to populism.

Now, I do agree that Ludinus is being deliberately manipulative and hypocritical. With that said this also doesn't rule out stupid for him (nor for real-life politicians). I do, in fact, think that no shortage of right-wing populists believe a decent amount of their own bullshit. Like...generally, a lot of fascists are very effective at amassing short term power, and they don't believe all the bullshit they say but use it to manipulate the population, and we obviously don't want that either, because it does not take terribly long to do a massive amount of harm; but they do often fuck up the long term planning. Eventually, you eliminate everyone you've been scapegoating and you still haven't built a utopia so you either need to, as Ashton said, get down to like 5 people at which point society collapses; or someone else shows up and you now become the target of the population's ire. Basically this is all to say you can be both stupid (and specifically Wizard Stupid, which is about ignoring immediate and possibly lethal consequences, often though not always in the service of pursuing knowledge or a greater vision) and manipulative, ie, Ludinus is not in fact disqualified from Wizard Stupid simply because he also deliberately misleads some people.

I also don't think Ludinus wants to become god-emperor and haven't seen any evidence he does - it's a theory, but I don't agree with it and believe he genuinely is mostly focused on just killing the gods. But, frankly, if he did wish to be god-emperor? Doing so by allying with powerful sorcerers whose powers are believed to come from Predathos? Of whom we know he - one of the most powerful archmages in the world - is jealous? And assuming he'll keep that position? With all the potential fuck-ups to magic? Also, specifically pissing off druids, who might actually (along with paladins) be the group most able to withstand what may go down if Predathos is unleashed given that their magic comes neither from the gods nor is arcane? Now that's Wizard Stupid.

#answered #faltermoth #cr tag #ludinus da'leth

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cloudy-moth · 1 year

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One thing that has been bothering me about c3 is the lack of understandment for the ENTIRE personal effects for the lack of gods. I mean this in the way that every pc or major npc has a neutral to positive reaction to the dissappearence of the gods. It no longer feels like this big moral complex dilemma about the gods since pretty much everyone we see just says "sure that doesn't sound that terrible", it makes it feel a little bit pointless direction wise. Like I get it, we want to take down ludinus cause he's a bad guy and has hurted people but we're still not really getting to the root of all this, why can't someone else just follow up on the footsteps of him? If he wouldn't have hurted people would we even be against him? To the people that don't really get the entire story laid out about his actions and what he has done, why are they even with the bells hells?

It also makes it all feel just like we're missing a part about this 3 sided conversation about "i want the gods ACTIVELY gone" to "i wouldn't really care" to "i want to actually stop this because i WANT the gods here". Like i'd LOVE to hear the thoughts about this from the perspective of someone like pike or caduceus or fjord or keyleth, i want the in party discussions and talks that actually matter and make for interesting and expanding questions that could go on even after ludinus' demise.

When everybody we see dislikes or doesn't care about the gods then it's not that deep and it's not that interesting

Like, what would the party do if ludinus is defeated and he starts explaining his own personal problems with the gods? Are they just gonna say "yeah that sucks maybe you shouldn't have killed people" and that'd be it???

Idk this is rambly whatever

#bells hells #critical role #cr3

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svartalfhild · 2 years

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Hi, hope life is treating you well. For the prompts ask for ashna, what about 21 or 6? Your choice :D

Why thank you, Anon. You as well. ^_^

And I say por qué no los dos?

21. "You're a terrible liar."

Laudna loved being with Bells Hells. She had been alone for so long, and then she'd found Imogen, and now she had a whole group of friends. But it didn't fix many of the things that she'd hoped it would. No amount of wacky hijinks or indulgence of her strange nature seemed able to banish the gulf that was ever present between her and the truly living. She felt forever apart from everyone, even Imogen, like there was some barrier that kept her from ever truly belonging. Delilah was inside with her, always telling her that there was nothing for her beyond those barriers, nothing truly worth having, and she in turn had nothing for them. She was an empty husk, a puppet simply going through the motions of being alive, and if they saw that truth, they would abandon her.

It was easier to block out those thoughts when Imogen was talking to her, but after everything they'd been through lately, even that was losing its power. What was she to do when even the comforting presence of her best friend could not fill the gaping void inside her? And what of Delilah? That woman could do so much damage through her. She could hurt or even kill her friends. Wouldn't it be better, safer, if she just stayed away from them? It wasn't like any of them would miss her anyway. Well, except perhaps Imogen, but a wonderful person like her would certainly be able to find a better friend in no time. And it wasn't as if Bells Hells needed her. She caused more problems for them than she solved, as far as she could see.

"Hey. What's eating you?" The sound of Ashton's voice interrupted her dark thoughts, and she looked up from her tankard to see their tall crystalline form had dropped onto the bar stool next to her. She gave a start and an awkward smile.

"Oh! Nothing! Unless..." She paused for a moment to check and make sure there wasn't a rat or something chewing on her ankle. "Nope! I'm good. Just having an ale, thinking about maybe making a new outfit for Sashimi. You know, nothing important," she laughed, giving a casual, dismissive wave.

"I would argue that a new outfit for Sashimi is very important and I can't wait to see it, but that's beside the point. You're a terrible liar," Ashton replied before taking a sip from his own tankard.

"What makes you say that?" Laudna fixed them with an indignant glare, but it had no effect.

"If you were fine, you'd be playing cards with the others right now."

"I'm not very good at cards. I'd be out of the game soon anyway."

"You and I both know that's not the point of playing. At least with friends. If you're playing against some asshole for real stakes, then winning is definitely the point." Ashton took another sip of their drink and stared at her with that you-can-stop-pretending-now look that they reserved especially for her. Her cheerful demeanor dropped, and she looked away, letting a few stringy locks of her dark hair fall over her pallid face.

"Going through the motions of fun isn't the same as having it," she told Ashton quietly, and he shifted in his seat, but she didn't move her gaze away from the depths of her tankard.

"No, but some days you just gotta go through the motions. Who knows, maybe you'll surprise yourself." As if on cue, they heard the sound of laughter and Chetney letting loose a string of creative curses in that high, scratchy voice of his. Laudna glanced over her shoulder at the group playing at a table across the room before turning back to Ashton. She found him gazing at her with a new expression it took her a moment to place. His concern was mingling with what she could only think to call understanding. A strange panic rose up inside her, and she got the urge to hide like a spooked woodland creature. He'd looked at her like this before, but for some reason, it hit different this time. He'd spoken to her softly, and it had made her feel loud on the inside.

"Not..not today,' she responded sheepishly, doing her best to keep her voice even.

"Alright." Laudna thought they'd get up and go back to the group after that, but they stayed and continued to drink beside her in silence. The strange anxiety Ashton instilled in her didn't go away, but somehow she didn't want them to leave.

"Oh, my dear, surely you can see he's only playing service hound because he doesn't want your moods to prove inconvenient to the operation of the group. He doesn't really care about you. You know he'll break every bone in your body the moment it suits him," Delilah's voice piped up, and Laudna tensed. She clutched her head and screwed her eyes shut.

"No! Shut up, Delilah!" she hissed.

"I'm only trying to look out for you, my dear. As always."

"He wouldn't! You don't know what you're talking about!"

"Don't delude yourself; it will only get you hurt." Delilah's poison words filled Laudna's heart and made her chest ache. Her fingernails dug into her scalp in desperate anger. She wanted to rip herself open just for some vague hope of tearing Delilah out of her.

"Laudna. Laudna! Hey! Look at me!" Ashton's low, gravely voice broke sharply through the noise of her mind once again, and her dark eyes shot open, snapping to him like a startled dear. He was cautiously reaching for her, and when she didn't pull away, he carefully took her hands from her head and held them gently but firmly, keeping eye-contact with her the entire time. "Can she hear me?" he asked, and she nodded. He leaned forward, staring deep into her eyes with a burning intensity in his one good one. "Hey, Delilah. Fuck. Off." Against Laudna's will, her fingers dug sharply into the backs of Ashton's but he didn't even flinch. In fact, he grinned devilishly and chuckled. "You ain't shit, Delilah. And one of these days, you're gonna get yours."

"Tsk, childish," was all Laudna heard in response before the presence faded back to the depths of her mind.

"I'm so sorry! I couldn't...I-I-" she stuttered, releasing her grip on Ashton's fingers the moment she could.

"Nah, don't worry about it," they replied nonchalantly, their smile becoming more of a comforting one. "You okay?"

"I...I don't know. I'm not sure you should antagonize her like that. What if I had really hurt you?"

"Oh, that wasn't about antagonizing her. If I really wanted to piss her off, I would've put a lot more effort into it."

"Then what was it about?" Laudna asked, a hint of annoyance in her tone, and Ashton gently squeezed her hands.

"Letting both you and her know I'm in your corner."

"Oh. Thank- thank you." With that, they let her go, and she found herself missing the warmth.

"Mm. It's always been true; it just seemed like it needed to be declared." They shrugged and took a big swig from their tankard, and Laudna found herself fixating on their lip as they wiped away a bit of ale from the corner with their thumb. She quickly looked away and folded her fingers together in her lap.

"You know, Ashton, you're a much kinder person than you give yourself credit for."

"You take that back!"

"Oh, my apologies, Your Crankiness. Didn't mean to offend," Laudna mocked.

"The fuck you didn't," Ashton grumbled in return, and there was a brief tension between them before they both broke into big shit-eating grins.

6. "Did you miss me?"

It all seemed to happen in slow motion. Laudna desperately threw an eldritch blast with one hand and clutched her side wound with the other. It dealt the jungle beast a terrible blow, but as she attempted to back away, she was struck to the ground. She heard Ashton bellow her name and he seemingly appeared out of nowhere between her and the creature. He batted back its claw with his hammer before putting an arm around her to drag her further away. A living branch whipped around and impaled him as he went, sending both of them toppling back to the ground.

"Ashton!" she screamed, and she watched them go unconscious in her arms. The light of a streak of fire from Fearne pulled her gaze back to the battle in time to see Imogen exploit the tree creature's panic over the fire with a tether of violet lightning. She searched for the glint of gold that would tell her FCG's location, but she couldn't see them from here. "Fuck! Ashton's down!" she called out to no one in particular. Surely someone had a spell or a potion or something and could get over here in time before he slipped off this mortal coil. "Don't you dare fucking die on me," she griped through gritted teeth as she did her best to drag him along the ground out of range of the creature. Why did he have to be so damn heavy? And her with her toothpick arms.

To Laudna's horror, the terrible tree swatted Chetney out of the air, and Orym's blade glanced off its barky leg. A giant spectral axe hacked into its shoulder, and she finally saw FCG rolling at top speed out from around it.

"I'm coming! I'm coming!" they called urgently. Th creature reached for them, but with a snarl, Laudna sent another blast at it, this time directly at its head, blowing it apart. As it crumpled, FCG reached them and placed their hands on Ashton. After a brief glow, the genasi gasped back to consciousness and coughed.

"Fuck. Is it over?"

"Yeah, it ain't movin' no more," FCG soothed, and Ashton relaxed.

"Why'd you do that?! You could have died!" Laudna berated, and his bleary gaze wandered to her.

"Aw, didja miss me? Don't worry, I've come back from worse." Even in this state, he managed a bloody grin, and she wanted to slap him, but it wouldn't do any good, so instead she made a series of indignant sounds. "Listen, someone's gotta be your meat shield."

"No! No meat shield! You almost died in my arms like one of those fucking plays, Ashton!"

"Too late. You're stuck with me." Gods, how did Ashton manage to be so sweet and so frustrating at the same time?

#Critical Role #CR Ashna #CR Gravestone #Laudna x Ashton #Ashton x Laudna #prompt

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Unexplainable | "Let's Ice the Devil."

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Dean Winchester x Reader

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"Hey darling, I need you asap." I rolled my eyes.

"why do you always tend to need me at the worst of times?" I sit in the middle of my room looking at my nails. "come on, you know you owe me for everything i've helped you with." I got up and finally turned around to face him.

"what is it?" I say with a harsh look on my face.

" I need you to help me with a trade I'm making. I need the backup just in case."

"okay, sounds easy enough. whose it is?" he looked at me like he knew that my reaction would not be good. "they're hunters." and he was right.

"hell no!" i can't believe he's doing this. setting us up like this. It's basically like asking for us to get killed.

"i promise darling, nothing will happen to you." he looked into my eyes with promise. "fine. when will they be here?" then we heard the door open from downstairs. "now.'' Crowley then snapped his fingers and we were downstairs in the living room. nazi's were on the tv, of course. the power suddenly turned off signaling they were here. We both got up and crowley led the way, me trailing behind him. He walked through the entrance and stopped so I stopped a while after him. making sure i wasn't seen by whoever was in the other room.

"it's crowley right?" that voice sounded familiar.

"so.. the hardy boys finally found me. took you long enough."

he walks forward more while i stay in my place, out of sight. He walks up to a rug that is slightly scrunched up. what do they think that he's dumb or something? he lifts it up to reveal a devils trap. he gets back up. "Do you have any idea how much that rug costs?" I hear them get grumbled up by crowley's goons. I decided to make my presence known. I came into the doorway and looked toward the middle part of the room and there were the men that I never thought I'd see again. the winchesters.

"belle?" Dean said looking at me with surprise and a bit of betrayal in his eyes. "shit."

"you know these lads?" Crowley looked at me with confusion.

2005

shapeshifter. been tracking it for a little bit. wishing i was doing something better with my time but here I am doing all i can. who knew that i was going to meet some hunters along the way.

i was scoping the suers when i saw two guys looking at the peeled off skin from the shifter. I use some of my powers to push them up against the wall. they grimace at the sudden contact from the wall. I pull out my silver knife just in case they are shifters themselves.

"who the hell are you?" the shorter one questions and the taller ones look at me with confusion.

"are you shifters?" I say walking closer to them.

"no, we aren't" the tall one says looking at me with his puppy eyes. I bring my silver knife up to his arm and nick him a little with it then do the same to the other guy. I sigh with relief and wave my hand as they come off of the wall. they come down relieved of the predicament that they were in.

"again like i said, who the hell are you?" the shorter one keeps giving me the eyes of 'i'm totally going to kill you' i raise my hands in surrender.

"My name is Belle, I'm a witch, but i'm good. i mean no harm to you, i'm hunting this shapeshifter just like y'all." he pulls out his gun aiming it at me. "and why should we believe you?`` I keep my hands up. the tall one grabs the other by the arm to make him aim his gun away from me. "dean, can you not? she may help."

"you're kidding me right? what after everything, you being good and all. that was what, a whole bunch of bullshit?" the dean was mad. very mad.

"Dean calm down, I'm sure she has her reasons." Sam is always on my side.

"i mean really belle, working with a demon."

"Like Sam said, I have my reasons, now can we get to the problem at hand." i say, i wasn't necessarily wanting to have this conversation right now. I didn't want Crowley to get any ideas that I was weak or anything.

"let's get this show on the road shall we?" Crowley says looking at me like 'we will talk more about this later.' he then pulls out the colt. "this is it, right?" he handles it lightly. "This is what it's all about." He then aims it toward Dean, then moves it over to the goon holding him, shooting him in the head, killing him. He then does the same with the one holding sam. when they dropped to the ground they looked at crowley confused. "we need to talk, privately."

we walk into the study, me and crowley in front, the boys following close behind. "what the hell is this?" dean says questionably. "do you know how deep i could have buried this thing?" he turns to the boys as he walks behind the desk as i sit in the chair next to him. "belle.'' Crowley said as he nodded toward the door, with the wave of my hand the door closes. The boys look back after hearing the door close.

"there's no reason you or anyone should know this even exists at all." I look at them both and nod with a giggle escaping from my lips. "except that i told you." crowley continues.

"you told us?" Sam says confusion on his face.

"rumors, innuendo... sent out of the grapevine." I spit out looking toward the boys with purpose in my eyes. they look at me for a second then look back at crowley. they weren't going to look at me the same. not until we actually have a conversation.

"why? why tell us anything?" Sam can be so cute when he's confused. I smile thinking about it. Crowley picks up the colt again aiming it near dean. "i want you to take this to lucifer, and empty it into his face." Crowley put his serious voice on. I always made fun of him when he did that to make the situation light hearted but it didn't seem good to do in this situation.

"uh-huh, okay." Dean says, then pauses for a split second. "and why would you want the devil dead?"

"it's called.." Crowley starts putting the colt back down. "survival." I finished off for him. "but i forgot, you two, at best, are functional morons." Crowley says I chuckle a little bit.

"yeah, you're functioning.. morans... mor-" dean tried to say as a come back but fails.

"lucifer isn't just a demon, remember?'' Crowley continues with ignoring deans previous comment. "he's an angel. an angel famous for his hatred of humankind. to him your just... filthy bags of pus. if that's the way he feels about you." he pauses for a second. "what can he think about us?"

"but he created you." Sam says questionably.

"to him were just.. servants. cannon fodder." crowley says. I then decided to voice my opinion or give my two senses. "if lucifer manages to exterminate mankind, they're next." I say, with crowley nodding. "so, help me huh?" crowley speaks again. "let's go back to simpler, better times. back to.. when we could all follow our natures. i'm in sales, damn it." he pauses again for a short time. i decided to speak again.

"so what do you say?" I move to the front of the table with crowley and grab the colt and start to hold it out in front of me as a way of offering it. "So what if, we give you this and you go kill the devil?" I say smirking at them.

they both look between each other questionably. before Sam brings his hand up to grab the colt from my hand. "okay." he mumbles out. Crowley smiles looking at them pleased "great." the boys pause there for a second. Sam then starts back up again. "you wouldn't happen to know where the devil is, by chance, would you?"

Crowley thinks for a minute before drawing his conclusions. "thursday.. birdies tell me.. he has an appointment in Carthage, missouri." Sam stares back down at the colt, dean and him both exchange glances. "Great, thanks," Sam says then points the colt at Crowley's head. i tense up a little bit, but crowley looks unfazed, i know that if he's not worried i shouldn't be. Sam started to pull the trigger but nothing happened. Sam and Dean looked at the gun confused and I let out a sigh of relief.

Crowley moves a little from his spot and starts to the desk while saying "oh, yeah, right. you probably need some more ammunition." he pulls the drawer out, i look at him confused but he ignores me as dean speaks. "uh, excuse me for asking but aren't you kind of sighing at your own death warrant? what happens to you if we go up against the death warrant and lose?"

"number one: he's gonna wipe us all out anyway. two: after you leave here, i go on an extended vacation to all points nowhere. three: belle's going with you to help / make sure you get the job done. and four: how about you don't miss?!? okay?! morons!" welp didn't know i was doing that but, i can't lie i'd love to see that asshole die if this works out. He then tosses the ammo to Dean before he disappears to wherever.

"Welp," I say before crossing my arms. "never thought you'd see me again did ya boys?" i'm smirking toward them then dean fixates on me finally and his face turns sour. this can't be good.

"so you're working with a demon now? what the hell, belle?" I laugh. "hehe you just rhymed." Dean stares at me with his cold green eyes. "answer the question."

"i can't tell you right now. Maybe after we ice lucifer we can talk but my situation isn't important right now. If you're worried about me, don't be. I'm not in trouble or anything, I'm doing this out of my own will."

"why do i find that hard to believe?'' Sam is staying out of this. He knows better than to get between us when we fight. the few times we have it hasn't been pretty. "what happened to you? what happened to the good little witch we met all those years ago, huh? whatever that demon has over you, we can get you out. you just have to tell us."

"what part of i'm fine do you not understand? gosh dean why do you think i'm gonna help you? if i was bad would i want to help you the tiniest bit?"

"I don't know belle." he says rolling his eyes. I hate when he does this.

2005

"hey, thanks again." Dean says looking at me smirking. ever since he finally let me help him and sam with this hunt he's been flirting with me. i thought he was just casually flirting with me like it was his personality but, after what the shifter said i'm pretty sure he just wants to get in my pants.

"yeah, whatever dean." i roll my eyes annoyed but let out a laugh. Guys like dean always thought they could get what or who ever they wanted. I wasn't gonna let him have me. I ignore him and walk over to Sam who's waiting outside of the car.

"Hey, here's my number, if you ever need me call me. i can help you out." I gave him a piece of paper with my number on it. I sigh and look over where Dean his, he keeps staring at me. I look back at sam. "thanks, really you helped a lot." he says smiling at me.

I smile back at him and pull him in for a hug. Sam is shocked for a little bit then ends up giving into the hug. I pulled away and turned around to see Dean a little hurt that I hugged Sam before him or over him. I laugh and open my arms and motion for Dean to come over and hug me.

he smiles a little coming over to me. He put his arms around my waist and I put my arms around his neck. this hug was longer than the one me and Sam shared it meant more. Once he pulled away I placed a kiss on his cheek. I smiled for the last time before I backed away looking at them both.

"bye boys."

#dean winchester x reader #dean winchester x you #dean winchester #spn s5 #spn #supernatural

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"Come on 26, you can make it!"

"Make it to home and we win this!"

The little guy would put his all his sprint as the plate was just a couple of feet away. He was just about to touch the plate until sudden a large shadow casted over. A force sent him tumbling to the ground as he rolled closer to the base. He reached out to touch it as his body ached from the fall. But a large cleat would touch the base before him as another player stood over him."aww, so close. They don't don't make players like they used anymore don't they? They should know not to bring littles into the underground baseball. Looks like you're out little man"

"That was a foul move and you know it. The rules say that you can't hit a player except with the ball"

"There are no rules here. But best keep your mouth shut, but you play with the big boys"

"Like hell I will" number 26 said dusting off his uniform. The other player didn't like this as he balled up his fist. But soon loosened as he say the other team's players coming to help the little guy.

"Spirited runt, let's see where that gets you" the player trailed off the field as the bell rang for the half time. The players were free to rome around for til the second bell rang for the next half.

During this time, the little player decided to head to the bathroom as he went to tend to business. Standing near one of the custom stall for his size, he noticed a shadow peer over head as two black cleats rested along both his sides.

"Hey squirt" the voice soothed above. He was barely able to turn around before his vision was covered by a gloved hand. Its gripped kept from slipping out as the sound of rubber rang all around. The area was dim as he looked at the light that peeped through the wedges. But would began to darken as the large thumb moved out the way. It was the player that he caught him on the field.

"You!"

"Yeah, me" he said slowly "you know for someone so fiesty, you sure are looking pretty small up close"

"Put me down. When the coach hears about this he'll-"

"He's bot gonna gonna know what's gonna happen. None them of will once til I teach a good old lesson of the pecking order"

"Wha-what are you talking about"

"Think its time for your sit the game out. You know runts with spunk aren't really good at playing on the field with the big boys. But rather... he unfastened the tie around hus pants as he leaned closer to the stall. Pulling out his shaft as his tilted it upward "they make good strugglers to get the juice going"

"Wai-mph!" The gloved thumb would cover back over him as it pressed firmly on his helmet.

"Can't have you spoiling the opportunity, same that voice for when you're inside" the player lowered his hand down to his shaft as he wrapped his palp around the tip. Tightening his grip to narrow the space between, he pressed his thumb down as he felt their legs penetrate into surface of his slit. The inner tube welcome their embrace with soft squelches as the rest of them was worked in. "That's it, ease in there nice and easy"

"The heck ya doing in there" one of the team player yelled from the door "the games about to start up again. Save your jack off session til after the game" the door soon closed up again as the silence returned. The player still against the stall as he held position.

"Kill joy. If he was the size you are, i'd probably send him down with you too. But you'll do for now" feeling his thumb reach touch the head, he lifted it up as he saw the little player nuzzled up against the slit. His helmet being the only thing above sticking out of it their face mushed along the inner tubes muscles. "Aaw, look at the wittle guy" rocking a finger across their helmet "lookin' like a wittle bobble head"

"Get me.." He mumbles as the slits lips closed in "out!"

"Fat chance, im rather liking this view. Gotcha right where I want you. Shame I have this little conversation short runt, but I gotta make sure your team takes this loss" rocking over his helmet one more time, he placed both arms along the stall's walls as he gazed at the head between his slit "and with you stuck in there, heh, i consider that a bonus" he thrust his hips forward as the lips enveloped around the little player. Their helmet being knocked off in the process as it fell to the ground. As their muffled voice traveled down the fleshed tube, they disappeared into his pants as they picked up their helmet between his finger "I'll be keeping this as a souvenir" he placed into hus pocket as he returned to the field for the second half of the game. Enjoying the crowded space in his crotch as his balls carried his captive. With each sway he could feel press along the orbs as he did his best to act casual.

An hour had past in the second as the player stood there in the field as he pretended to fumble at his glove. Rocking his leg into his as he rocked it against his balls. He felt the round form jostle as he managed to pick up the fainted kicks inside. "That's it squirt, keep my balls nice and filled. We're just about at match point. Not long now til your team loses the game. Heh, i can almost see them rage from here. And the coach, phew, never seen a man look so heated before" he felt the struggles inside turn into a flury as his balls bounce from side to side "well, at least til you met my balls that is" he shifted his position as he grinded his foot into the sand. Nudging his let deep into his inner thigh as he huffed in ecstasy. But he soon turned towards the batter on plate as he heard the sound of the balls.

The inside was cramped as number 26 shifted inside the fleshy chamber. Feeling around for the tube that deposited him inside, but his hands only squished into its clammed folds as the cum inside rocked like waves. "Hey! Let me out of this thing you bastard. When I'm out of here your through! You hear me" he yelled into the walls. But only the sounds of the announcers muffled voice would be the only thing that responded back. Out of anger he tackled inside the side of the walls as he pressed into deeply. His face began to become covered from the oozed substance along the walls before he felt the contracted. As it thickened, the muscle clenched back in place as he catapulted him backwards. Sending him to the other side as he tumbled into the musky puddle below. "Ugh, some of that hot my mouth" he say as he spat to the salty after tastes off his tongue. But the sudden shift of the chamber would catch his attention as the announcers voice muffled louder.

"And that's game folks. The winners of this game were the Rockets. What an intense game that was"

"It's over already?!"

"Good game you guys" a muffled players voice muffled above.

"No no! Guys, you have to help me! Im in here! Get me out of this players balls!"

The player he was inside would be walking in the line as he high fived each of the players from the other team. With all commotion goin in his pants, it seemed that he knew that number 26 recognized what was happening, but pretended not to notice as he looked forward. High fiving the coach last, left the line as he went to collect his gear from the lockers. Smirking to himself as he did as he rubbed over his crotch. Heading to the bathroom, he stopped at a stoll as he closed the door behind him. He unfastened his pants as he took out his shaft. Pulling out his balls along with them as they swelled out from the pouch. "Phew! Man you really made my balls nice and plump squirt. Im impressed you even managed to pull that off" he jostled his sac in hus hands as he filled the inner fluid swirl around. With how full they felt, he could almost imagine that he was practically swimming in his balls.

"You had your fun alright! Now let me out!"

"Yeah about that, I don't think that's happening. See, your team's already left squirt. Your coach wasn't too keen on losing that match. Let alone losing a player that, what was it again, abandoned the game"

"What?! I didn't abandon them!"

"Well your coach certainly believes that. So he told ours that if we find him, be sure to return him to us with his gear. And with that, he simply left"

"Bastard, you caused this! When I get out of this im goi-" the player let his sac go as they swung back between, fluid submerged his speech as he as he moved towards the surface.

"That ain't gonna be happening for a while squirt. But don't worry, my balls will be taking great care of you til we see your team. Could be a week, could be a month, who knows. But i do know one thing.." Scooping up hus balls towards the pouch "you're stuck with me now" as number 26 muffled in rage, the player pushed his balls back into his pants before he place shaft over it. Caressing over its length as it flexed. Fastening his pants back up, he made his way back to his team as they waited for the bus. Smiling towards them as he greeted them. But keeping a smug look on his face as he left the little guy to struggle inside him.

#cock vore

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whathappenedtodecember · 2 years

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oh i forgot i tweeted this lol

this is totally a "if i have a dollar for every time toby fox made two childhood best friends undergo something so traumatic it changed the trajectory of their lives forever and upset their original dynamic so greatly it would take a cosmic catastrophy to repair them i would only have two dollars, but it's ridiculous that it's happened twice" situation

i want to go into chara and asriel a bit but i think anything i can possibly say has been discussed to hell and back. i'm glad asriel gets closure in the end and gets to live on the surface with frisk and everyone else. i'm glad chara got to convey the memory of their times with asriel to frisk in order to save him. i'm glad asriel and chara could work on themselves on relatively separate planes of existence because i think if they continued to be roommates after the buttercup incident as they had been prior to that they would have gone mad

kris and noelle, on the other hand? oh my god. oh my god

a lot of people have commented like "they have the most divorced energy that two highschoolers can ever have" and they're not wrong. at one point in their lives kris was one of the only people who understood noelle's proclivity to fucked up shit. gave her the scare she needed (under the watchful eyes of dess from the corner) and the only one she knew she could always say no to. "i think kris is the only one who knows how weird i am - it's not fair, everyone knows how weird *they* are!" but noelle is probably one of the only people who knew how kind and caring kris could be, who knew that ultimately their pranks were harmless and never mean-spirited, who missed them and what the two of them had every day after (presumably) the dess incident.

it's like, up to one point in your lives you were the only one who knew each other the most, like the back of your hand, and then one day there was a crack on the ground between where the two of you stood and you could reach out and reach out and you would never be able to meet them. and with the years that passed the sum of your knowledge about them feels so minuscule and so oppressingly huge at the same time - how much of them have changed? how much of them have stayed the same? would you still be able to recognize them with your eyes closed, like you used to, if you met them in the dark?

and, my god. this large, gaping, december-shaped hole that the remnants of their friendship created when they were still literally neighbors. kris could walk a few meters out of their house and arrive in front of the holidays' ornate gate. they could ring the bell, like they used to. ask for noelle, like they used to. but they couldn't, not exactly, could they? back then, asking for noelle had also meant asking for dess, and asking for dess had meant egging asriel to skip cross country to come hang out.

what's left now? i miss you, even if i sit behind you in class every day. i miss you and i'm not going back to church because going means i'll see you and i can't do that because it hurts so much but i miss you.

and, oh, snowgrave........at the end of no mercy chara does all they can to take control from you to kill asgore and asriel themself so that if the two of them were going to die anyway, they'd make sure it wasn't in your hands. they wouldn't give you the pleasure of killing the last two dreemurrs........i'd call them out on perverted sentimentality, but.....a child so hellbent on thinking themself the worst person on earth doing their fucked up version of gatekeeping their family from you, and forcing you to erase the world so they could be alive again when it's remade. i can't begrudge them that.

but snowgrave. my god, snowgrave. no, even outside of that. kris looking so hurt at the mere concept of ever intentionally hurting noelle with the forcefield, thought i would never lay a finger on you, thought i know we haven't talked but i won't hurt you i still won't hurt you, thought i still care so much about you. the heartbreak they must have felt after the berdly fight, the way they looked awful according to susie........i hurt her ihurtherihurther

i'd call noelle and kris's old dynamic as childhood lovers to friends if only because it captures the divorce energy so well but i don't necessarily think that they had a crush on each other when they were younger.......just that sort of friendship where you're glued to each other's hips, outsiders looking in would mistake it as such, or at least think you're some sort of soulmates. and i feel like snowgrave is such a horrible subversion of their old dynamic where kris is made out to be this knight in shining armor who exists to protect her by making her stronger and keeping her to their side (best summed up by this post honestly). and like.........it's so awful because they already were that, in the past, in a way that actually was good for her. in their pranks, in their weird but ultimately straightforward love language. them and dess and tbh most probably also asriel, they were all always there for noelle. but now not only they couldn't keep her safe, they were also the proxy through which she got hurt. how must that have felt for kris? did cyberworld in snowgrave bring back memories of the past for them just like it did for noelle? did they feel small again, wracked with guilt and frustration, wanting so badly for asriel and dess to come help them fix everything, but knowing that the two of them, too, were out of their reach?

and how they must have been desperate for her to notice. like how noelle says only kris knows how weird i am and sometimes it feels like kris and dad are the only ones i can say no to. kris must have thought, something is wrong with me, noelle you're the only one who can know, please see it, please stop me, please notice this. and against all odds, it works. as much as snowgrave is one hell of a wretched route i think it ends on a super hopeful ending, as is in character for toby fox's works. noelle does notice something is wrong. she sets out to find out more. and it works because for all the distance they've had between them, despite the friendship-divorce, noelle still is the person who knows kris the best out of everyone.

#deltarune #dr2 #and #ut #i guess #route: no mercy #not really going anywhere just going through it i hope you understand

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The Will of Mother

Chapter 1 - Stupid Tourists

Warnings: blood, violence, gore(?), mild swearing

Reader is AFAB, but gender neutral pronouns are used

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Summary: Livestock going missing soon turns into people going missing as tensions rise in your village. All it takes is one fateful night, and the monsters behind all of it descend upon your village

My day starts with a stretch. A stretch and a yawn, no matter how much sleep I had gotten. I swing my legs over the edge of the bed, walk to the framed picture of Mother Miranda, and give a quick prayer I had been taught to say every morning. As God-like as she is, this village is lucky she protects us as much as she does. As much as she claims to protect us, anyway.

Next I get dressed. I wear some of my old clothes and step into the backyard, feeding the chickens and pig. I named the pig Harold even though Dad had said it was useless to name him. He said I'd get too attached to the animal and we wouldn't be able to kill it for meat later.

Well he's definitely wrong about that. The pig's always been the meanest inconvenience, knocking his head into my shins every time I'm even near him. Lately he's been trying to escape every time the gate is open too. His odd behavior started sometime last week. Same goes for the chickens.

Once the animals are fed, I make sure the house is clean for the day. Being the last to leave the house means I have to make sure it's clean.

The house clean, I change into my work clothes, treading carefully along the dirt roads in order to avoid needing to go back home and change into something clean. And before long I'm at the Inn where Mom has already started to clean the rooms from the previous guests.

"Mom? Do you need any help?" I call out, waiting for only a moment before she emerges from the furthest room.

"No, Darling, the rooms are already done. Only two were used last night and they weren't very dirty. The beds have new linens and all."

I nod, heading back behind the counter and taking my seat by the room keys. My job is to act as room service. I serve meals that Mom cooks, I give the room keys, superficial cleaning while guests are staying here, and I help with luggage that isn't too heavy. Mom handles the money, the cooking, and thoroughly cleaning once guests check out. Dad acts as a bodyguard really but he also watches the Inn at night. Being a light sleeper means he can get rest but will wake up as soon as the bell is rung to help any guests.

The bell above the door rings as Dad and Mr. Taron from next door come in, both plopping down on the couches by the fireplace, both out of breath.

“And I can't believe how many animals they've gotten. We can't just sit back and let them kill all the livestock they can get their claws on. We won't have enough meat to last the winter. Hell, we might not even HAVE meat for the winter if something doesn't change." Mr. Taron griped, rubbing his hands together. He was shifting back and forth, very anxious.

I glanced at my Mom, barely catching the worried glance she had sent towards the two men. She likes to think I should be oblivious to issues in the village but I disagree, I'm old enough to know. It's too late for me to not know anyway.

Animals, the suspicion being wolves, had been killing livestock at night. An alarming amount of livestock were dying, and this was putting too much stress on the village. The tension in the air thick as people were torn between praying to Mother Miranda for protection or blaming her for not protecting us enough.

"Dearest? I have to let you know something. Both of you, actually," Dad spoke up, looking to me and Mom. He looked worried, taking a deep breath before continuing with, "Terrence and his fiancée went missing last night, taken from their tavern as they were closing up. I have to ask both of you to be home before dark tonight."

My blood ran cold, heart skipping a beat. Their tavern was only a couple buildings away from our Inn. Mom and I would leave here about the same time they start to clean up and close. I waved goodbye to them just last night. Mom and I could have gone missing too.

"Don't worry my Love, we'll head home before it's too dark." Mom reassured him, sending him a look of concern and love.

Dad and Mr. Taron left shortly after to continue on with work. There were no guests for the Inn that day. Mom and I walked home in silence, sharing nothing but the sounds of our steps. Worry filled both of us.

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The next week followed the same schedule. Wake up, chores, go to the Inn, go home. I had stopped giving thanks to Mother Miranda.

Maybe it would be bad luck but... something had started to feel off about the picture I had of her. I had even laid it flat so I couldn’t feel her staring into me, even if it was just a picture.

Every day that week, more livestock died. And more people were going missing. That quiet panic was starting to set in, hardly anything was said between any two people walking down the same street. It was eerie. Uncomfortable.

Today, Mom and I both sat behind the counter waiting for Dad to come replace us for the night. But the darker the sky became, the more Mom paced. The more my leg bounced. The more I picked at the stitching on my dress. The guest who had checked in earlier was quiet in his room.

"That's it. I'm looking for him." Mom blurted out, snatching her coat and an old lantern that hadn't been touched in who knows how long.

“No! Mom, it's not safe! Just... please... stay, he'll come to us. Don't go out there. Don't leave me."

“Darling, I need to find your Father. I bet he's just... with Mr. Taron. Yes... He and Mr. Taron had an afternoon drink and are asleep in our front room."

I leapt from where I sat on the stool, rushing to her and grabbing her free arm as she finished lighting the lantern, desperation filling me as my eyes watered and my voice wavered as I spoke, "Mom please! Don't! It's not safe out there!" Her arms wrapped around me tightly, a kiss planted on the top of my head.

"Stay here, Darling. Keep your Fathers chair warm. Keep his gun handy. I'll be back before you know it. And I'll have your Father with me."

One final squeeze and just like that... she was gone. She had pushed away from me and was out the door. Silence. For a long time, there was silence. Trembling, I went and sat back behind the counter. I pulled his gun from it's hiding spot and placed it in my lap. It was heavy, as small as it was. Threatening.

It felt like an eternity had passed. And the door opened, much to my disappointment it was two tourists. A man and woman. They looked foreign to the village, their clothes being more modern to the cities outside.

"Um, hello?" I shook my head, looking to the man who was now standing at the counter trying to get my attention.

"I'm... I'm sorry. I was just expecting someone else. How can I help you?"

“My wife and I would like to rent a room. For tonight and tomorrow. We're backpacking through Europe right now for our honeymoon. Thinking about sticking around here tomorrow to explore the village. Got anything interesting around here?" The man bombarded me with the information as he put Lei on the counter.

I muttered an answer and then counted out the Lei in silence, handing back his change. I filled out the ledger after asking for their names and filling out how much they paid, how long they would stay.

An awkward silence fell over the three of us, the woman coughing uncomfortably at my silence. The man took their room key from me and ushered himself and his new wife to their room. I know I shouldn't behave so oddly in front of guests, paying customers too. But with Mom and Dad both gone, in the dark, with all the possibility in the world to get hurt... my mind could only focus on listening for screams, sounds of danger. Or for the wonderful ring of the bell above the doorway. Any sign that they were back.

With thoughts and hopes of their return filling my mind, I laid my head on the counter, watching the doorway. And by some miracle, sleep came over me, even if for a little while.

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I jolted awake to the sound of a scream, nearly sending the gun on my lap to the floor as I stood. Setting the small yet daunting weapon on the counter, I ran to the source of the scream to find that tourist woman standing almost outside their room, pointing at the window and going on about a man. The other guest was now awake, peeking his head out his door so he could watch everything happening. Her husband was looking outside, trying to find whoever it was she was pointing out.

"He was there! I swear he was! He was just staring at me! He was breathing so hard he was fogging up the window!" She screamed with conviction, holding tightly to the blanket she held around herself.

"You didn't warn me that you had peeping toms circling the damn place," Her husband accused, turning to face me, "That's the second time she's seen someone outside! The first time he paused to look in then ran off, so I ignored it. Maybe he's just walking home. But that? You didn't warn us about it, I want my money back."

I stood frozen for a moment, not sure what to do. I'd never watched over the Inn by myself, I had never dealt with issues like this.

“Look, I didn't know we had anyone who did that. It must be new because I've never had any complaints. And you could've just closed the curtains the first time." I tried to reason, not sure what to say to make him back off.

“God, you have no clue what you're doing! I'll deal with the asshole myself." The man grumbled under his breath, turning back to the window and throwing it open.

And then it happened. So fast. Too fast. He stuck his head and almost whole upper body outside, screaming into the early morning air for the peeper to come back so he could be 'taught a lesson.'

His screams went silent, and became a gurgle. He stumbled back into the room, turning to his wife as deep red blood began to leak down his neck and front of his chest. He seemed to mouth the word 'help' but I wasn't sure. The woman and I began to scream as a feral looking man now stood in front of the window.

In one hand it held what looked like a sickle, covered in the mans dark blood. It grabbed a hold of the mans head with its free hand and dug his claws into the mans head, yanking him backwards to the window before sinking his jaws around the mans open throat.

Still screaming, the woman ran to the window and weakly fought for her husbands body between her screams and sobs. I didn't realize I had stopped screaming until I saw the feral mans eyes dart from his prey to myself and the woman.

Adrenaline flooded my system as I ran to the woman, shoving her aside before pushing her husbands body the rest of the way out the window, slamming it shut and locking it. Though I knew the lock would do nothing to protect us.

My ears started to ring, and the woman's threats and profanities became distant to me as my eyes were locked with those of the feral man. He wasn't even a man. Claws and sharp teeth, a predatory look in the animal-like features of his face. Covered in blood, fresh and old, and his eyes seemed to glow as he stared me down.

Then in a flash, the feral man sank to his knees and began feasting on the dead mans body. My hearing returned, though the only sounds to be heard were that of the woman sobbing on her knees at my feet, and the tearing of flesh barely muffled by the window.

#reader insert #smut #flirty #x reader #ethan winters #mother miranda #lady dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu #karl heisenberg #lord heisenberg #lady beneviento #donna beneviento #lord moreau #salvatore moreau #re8 #resident evil 8 #resident evil village

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Lestat de Lioncourt - A playlist

So, guess who made a Lestat Playlist (like there aren't enough already) and decided to sit down for 4-6 hours to find some excerpt corresponding with each song? Featuring 80s and 90s music (clearly showing my age...) as well as many european songs and showtunes. Enjoy!

1. Cathedrals – Ramin Karimloo (Original by Jump, Little Children)

In the cathedrals of New York and Rome There is a feeling that you should just go home And spend the lifetime finding out just where that is

And that was not a good year for me. I was wandering aimlessly. I was sick of things. I was furious with myself that the „beauty“ of life wasn't sustaining me, wasn't making my loneliness bearable.

I wanted to join them. Always do want to join them and never do. „Go home,“ he whispered. - Prince Lestat

(I actually feel like there are quotes that would correspond to this song in every one of the books and indeed have not yet found any other song that captures the general spirit of The Vampire Chronicles as perfectly.)

2. Edge of Seventeen – Stevie Nicks

Well, I went today Maybe I will go again tomorrow Yeah yeah, well, the music there Well, it was hauntingly familiar Well, I see you doing what I try to do for me With the words from a poet and a voice from a choir And a melody, and nothing else mattered

He sat next to me, hugging me and asking me why I was crying, and though I couldn't tell him, I could see that he was overwhelmed that his music had produced this effect. There was no sarcasm or bitterness in him now. I think he carried me home that night. And the next morning I was standing in the crooked stone street in front of his father's shop, tossing pebbles up at his window. When he stuck his head out, I said: „Do you want to come down and go on with our conversation?“ - The Vampire Lestat

3. I ain't scared of lightning – Tom McRae

No I ain't scared of lightning And thunder never killed I was born in a summer storm and I live there still

I wasn't part of the world that cringed at such things. And with a smile, I realized that I was of that dark ilk that makes others cringe. Slowly and with great pleasure, I laughed.

And the labor that brought it forth was rapture such as I have never known. - The Vampire Lestat

4. Junge Roemer – Falco (Young Romans – Full Translation)

Don't ask for new old values See white light, see only feeling The night is ours till morning We play every game Don't ever let this journey end The doing comes only from the being Only from dimensions, that Are worth illusions and sensations Give me more, give me more, give me more...

... and again she laughed. „Ah, but we are splendid devils, aren't we?“ „Hunters of the Savage Garden,“ I said. „Then let's go into Paris,“ she said. - The Vampire Lestat

5. Running up that hill – Candy Says (Original by Kate Bush

If I only could, I'd make a deal with God, And I'd get him to swap our places, Be running up that road, Be running up that hill, Be running up that building,

„Not even with Nicolas?“ „No, god, no!“ I looked at her. She nodded slightly as if she approved of this answer. „Why not with Nicolas?“ she asked. I wanted this to stop. „Because he's young,“ I said, „and he has life before him.“ - The Vampire Lestat

6. Florence – Notre Dame de Paris (Full Translation)

The little things always triumph over the large And literature will kill architecture The school books will kill the cathedrals The Bible will kill the Church, and man will kill God This will kill that

„I never lived in it. I push against the glass. But how do I get in?“ „I can't tell you that,“ I said. „You have to study this age,“ Gabrielle interrupted. Her voice was calm but commanding. He looked towards her as she spoke. „You have to understand the age,“ she continued, „through its literature and its music and its art. You have come up out of the earth, as you yourself put it. Now live in the world.“ No answer from him. Flash of Nicki's ravaged flat with all its books on the floor. Western civilization in heaps. - The Vampire Lestat

7. Go your own way – Fleetwood Mac

Loving you isn't the right thing to do How can I ever change things that I feel

If I could maybe I'd give you my world How can I when you won't take it from me

You can go your own way You can call it another lonely day

„Keep your promise,“ she said. And quite suddenly I knew this was our last moment. I knew it and I could do nothing to change it. „Gabrielle!“ I whispered. But she was already gone. - The Vampire Lestat

8. Désenchantée – Olympe (Original by Myléne Farmer - Full Translation)

If death is a mystery Life isn't exactly tender If heaven has a hell Then heaven can still wait for me Tell me how to handle this headwind Nothing makes sense anymore, nothing's fine

Laughter. That insane music. That din, that dissonance, that never ending shrill articulation of the meaninglessness... Am I awake? Am I asleep? I am sure of one thing. I am a monster. And because I lie in torment in the earth, certain human beings move on through the narrow pass of life unmolested. - The Vampire Lestat

9. A kind of magic – Queen

The bell that rings inside your mind Is challenging the doors of time It's a kind of magic The waiting seems eternity The day will dawn of sanity

And quite completely I understood that it was looking for me, this sound, it was seeking me out.

Blood like light itself, liquid fire.

It seemed beneath the roar of the flow he spoke. He said again: „Drink, my young one, my wounded one.“ I felt his heart swell, his body undulate, and we were sealed against each other. I think I heard myself say: „Marius.“ And he answered: „Yes.“ - The Vampire Lestat

10. La quête – Bruno Pelletier (French version of „The Impossible Dream“ from Man of La Mancha)

To try when your arms are too weary To reach the unreachable star

This is my quest To follow that star Ooh, no matter how hopeless No matter how far

I would remain in New Orleans if New Orleans could only manage to remain. Whatever I suffered should be lessened in this lawless place, whatever I craved should give me more pleasure once I had it in my grasp. And there were moments on that first night in this fetid little paradise when I prayed that in spite of all my secret power, I was somehow kin to every mortal man. - The Vampire Lestat

11. Wicked Game – Chris Isaak

What a wicked game you play, to make me feel this way What a wicked thing to do, to let me dream of you What a wicked thing to say, you never felt this way What a wicked thing to do, to make me dream of you

Yet Louis gained a hold over me far more powerful than Nicolas had ever had. Even in his cruelest moments, Louis touched the tenderness in me, seducing me with his staggering dependence, his infatuation with my every gesture and every spoken word. - The Vampire Lestat

12. Do I disappoint you – Rufus Wainwright

Do I disappoint you, in just being human? And not one of the elements that you can light your cigar on Why does it always have to be fire? Why does it always have to be brimstone?

„And suppose the vampire who made you knew nothing, and the vampire before him knew nothing, and so it goes back and back, nothing proceeding from nothing, until there is nothing! And we must live with the knowledge that there is no knowledge!“ „Yes!“ he cried out suddenly, his hands out, his voice tinged with something other than anger.

And then I sensed it. He was afraid. Lestat afraid. - Interview with the Vampire

13. Ordinary World – Duran Duran

What has happened to it all? Crazy, some'd say Where is the life that I recognize? Gone away

But I won't cry for yesterday There's an ordinary world Somehow I have to find And as I try to make my way To the ordinary world I will learn to survive

I do not remember when it became the twentieth century, only that everything was uglier and darker, and the beauty I'd known in the old eighteenth-century days seemed more than ever some kind of fanciful idea. - The Vampire Lestat

14. I'm still standing – Taron Egerton (Original by Elton John)

And there's a cold lonely light that shines from you You'll wind up like the wreck you hide behind that mask you use And did you think this fool could never win? Well look at me, I'm coming back again

But after the third night up, I was roaring around New Orleans on a big black Harley-Davidson motorcycle making plenty of noise myself. […] I was the vampire Lestat again. I was back in action. New Orleans was once again my hunting ground. - The Vampire Lestat

15. Catch my fall – Billy Idol

I have the time so I will sing, yeah I'm just a boy but I will win, yeah Lost song of lovers, fellow travelers, yeah Leave me sad and hollow out of words

It could happen to you so think for yourself If I should stumble, catch my fall, yeah

I've survived, obviously. I wouldn't be talking to you if I hadn't. And the cosmic dust has finally settled; and the small rift in the world's fabric of rational beliefs has been mended, or at least closed. I'm a little sadder for all of it, and a little meaner and a little more conscientious as well. - The Queen of the Damned

16. I want it all – Queen

I'm a man with a one track mind So much to do in one lifetime (people do you hear me) Not a man for compromise and where's and why's and living lies So I'm living it all, yes I'm living it all And I'm giving it all, and I'm giving it all

It is not enough any longer that my little rock band be successful. We must create a fame that will carry my name and my voice to the remotest parts of the world. - The Vampire Lestat

17. Let me entertain you – Robbie Williams

Hell is gone and heaven's here There's nothing left for you to fear Shake your arse come over here Now scream

I'm a burning effigy Of everything I used to be You're my rock of empathy, my dear

So come on let me entertain you

"I AM THE VAMPIRE LESTAT!" I shouted at the top of my lungs as I stepped way back from the microphone, and the sound was almost visible as it arched over the length of the oval theater, and the voice of the crowd rose even higher, louder, as if to devour the ringing sound. - The Vampire Lestat

18. La bien qui fait mal – Mozart l'Opera Rock (Full translation)

I can feel a violent urge I feel like I'm sliding towards the ground If I don't find out where this plague is coming from I adore having it under my skin Bewitched by mad ideas Suddenly all my cravings take off The desire becomes my prison Until I loose my mind

Yet I was in her arms in this chilling darkness, in the familiar scent of winter, and her blood was mine again, and it was enslaving me. When she drew away, I felt agony. - The Queen of the Damned

19. Tainted Love – Soft Cell

And you think love is to pray But I'm sorry I don't pray that way Once I ran to you Now I'll run from you This tainted love you've given I give you all a boy could give you Take my tears and that's not living, oh

„What do you think I am that I am so easily swayed? I was born a Queen. I have always ruled; even from the shrine I ruled." Her eyes were glazed suddenly. I heard the voices, a dull hum rising. "I ruled if only in legend; if only in the minds of those who came to me and paid me tribute. Princes who played music for me; who brought me offerings and prayers. What do you want of me now? That for you, I renounce my throne, my destiny!" What answer could I make? - The Queen of the Damned

20. Dancing in the Dark – Ruth Moody (Original by Bruce Springsteen)

They say you gotta stay hungry Hey baby, I'm just about starvin' tonight I'm dyin' for some action I'm sick of sittin' 'round here tryin' to write this book I need a love reaction Come on now, baby, gimme just one look

"I want you to put the book aside and come join us," he said. "You've been locked in here for over a month." "I go out now and then," I said. I liked looking at him, at the neon blue of his eyes.

"Do you love me now?" I asked. He smiled; oh, it was excruciating to see his face soften and brighten simultaneously when he smiled. "Yes," he said. "Want to go on a little adventure?" My heart was thudding suddenly. It would be so grand if- "Want to break the new rules?" "What in the world do you mean?" he whispered. - The Queen of the Damned

21. I want you – Savage Garden

Oh, I want you, I don't know if I need you But oh, I would die to find out

"You don't think you'll be back?" he asked. "I think you will, whether I call or not." Another little surprise. A little stab of humiliation. I smiled at him in spite of myself. He was a very interesting man. "You silver-tongued British bastard," I said. "How dare you say that to me with such condescension? Maybe I should kill you right now."

I thought of David Talbot's face, and that moment when he'd challenged me. Well, maybe he was right. I'd be back. Who said I couldn't come back and talk to him if I wanted to? - The Queen of the Damned

22. Lay your hands on me – Bon Jovi

I'm a fighter, I'm a poet, I'm a preacher I've been to school, oh baby, I've been the teacher If you show me how to get up off the ground I can show you how to fly and never ever come back down

I sat down on the bed beside him. And then I bent down and kissed his face again gently, as I had in New Orleans, liking the feel of his roughly shaven beard, just as I liked that sort of thing when I was really Lestat and I would soon have that strong masculine blood inside. I moved closer to him, when suddenly he grasped my hand, and I felt him gently push me away. „Why, David?“ I asked him. He didn't answer. He lifted his right hand and brushed my hair back out of my eyes. „I don't know,“ he whispered. „I can't. I simply can't.“ - The Tale of the Body Thief

23. 20th Century Boy – Placebo (Original by T-Rex)

I move like a cat, charge like a ram Sting like a bee, babe, I wanna be your man, hey!

He drew back with a speed that astonished me, cleaving to the wall. „Don't do this, Lestat.“ „Don't fight me, old friend. You waste your effort. You have a long night of discovery ahead.“ - The Tale of the Body Thief

24. Way down we go – KALEO

Oh, Father tell me, do we get what we deserve? Whoa, we get what we deserve And way down we go

„In chains, to my friend and my scribe, I dictated these words. Come with me. Just listen to me. Don't leave me alone.“ - Memnoch the Devil

25. Personal Jesus – Depeche Mode

Reach out, touch faith

"Don't tell me," Gabrielle said slurringly, "that it's a matter of faith." She sneered and shook her head. "You come like doubting Thomas to thrust your bloody fangs in the very wound." "Oh, stop, please, I beg you," I whispered. I put up my hands. "Let me try, and let him hurt me, and then be satisfied, and turn away." - The Vampire Armand

26. Papillon – Editors

Darling Just don't put down your guns yet If there really was a God here He'd have raised a hand by now Now darling You're born, get old, then die here Well that's quite enough for me We'll find our own way home somehow

"And if I spill my blood down into this coffin now," Lestat asked her, "what do you think will come back? Do you think it will be our Louis that will rise in these burnt rags? What if it's not, chérie, what if it's some wounded revenant that we must destroy?" "Choose life, Lestat," she said. - Merrick

27. Sunday Light – Choir Boy

Why, why, why, are you silent on the ride home? I'd love to see the temple with you Heavenly and bright, golden angel twisted scathing You were one of us, one of us, one of us, you were one of us

"Then come, Little Brother, take me to where you want to talk," he said, and I felt the soft squeeze of his fingers on my arm. "Why are you so kind to me?" I asked him. "You're used to people being paid to do it, aren't you?" he asked. - Blackwood Farm

28. Für mich solls rote Rosen regnen – Hildegard Knef (It should rain red roses for me - Full translation)

It should rain red roses for me All wonders should encounter me The world should rearrange itself And keep its worries to itself

I want to be a saint. I want to save souls by the millions. I want to do good far and wide. I want to fight evil! I want my life-sized statue in every church. I'm talking six feet tall, blond hair, blue eyes- Wait a second. Do you know who I am? - Blood Canticle

29. Constant Craving – K. D. Lang

Even through the darkest phase Be it thick or thin Always someone marches brave Here beneath my skin And constant craving Has always been

I was hunting, thirsting though I didn't need to drink, at the mercy of the craving, the deep agonizing lust for heated pumping human blood. - Prince Lestat

30. Kalte Sterne – Jan Ammann (Cold Stars from the musical Ludwig² - Full translation)

Get up, ride home, on your horse, through your land Across the morning with your reins trailing behind you Build a castle like a dream, build it with mighty hands And it shall be named „future“

Build a castle like a dream Up from the ashes and close to the heavens Build a castle like a dream And realise the future as king

If we wanted to survive, if we wanted to inherit the millenia […] then we had to meet the future with respect as well as courage and count fear and selfishness to be small things. - Prince Lestat and the realms of Atlantis

31. C'est une belle journée – Mylene Farmer (Full translation)

I'm going to bed To bite eternity With my mouth wide open It's a beautiful day

And I felt the cold numbing shell of alienation and despair which had imprisoned me all of my life among the Undead – I felt that shell cracked, broken, and dissolved utterly into infinitesimal fragments. - Blood Communion

32. Princes of the Universe – Queen

Fly the moon and reach for the stars With my sword and head held high Got to pass the test first time, yeah I know that people talk about me, I hear it every day But I can prove them wrong 'cause I'm right first time

„I know that you meant full well to bring Rhoshamandes down, of course you did. But you had no way of knowing that you could. And no one would have predicted that you could. And with the willingness to die, you gave yourself over into his hands... and you disarmed him and destroyed him.“ – Blood Communion

And finally, because I can, a bonus track:

33. Primadonna – MARINA

And I'm sad to the core, core, core Every day is a chore, chore, chore When you give, I want more, more, more I wanna be adored

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imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl · 4 years

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Love On-Set (Pt. 04 of 10)

Pairing: Dacre Montgomery X Reader

Summary: You knew acting on Stranger Things season 3 would be a challenge, and you also knew, from the start, you'd have to work closely with Dacre Montgomery. But is wasn't a big deal for you, since this is your job and you're determined to act professionally. You had it all figured out, or so you thought, until the moment you were out face to face with Dacre. Then, this job became a lot harder than it was supposed to be, since you can't seem to focus whenever you're around Dacre. And you'll have to be around him a lot until the end of production.

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{Dacre Montgomery Masterlist}

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Breaking Character

You meet Dacre at the entrance of the hotel's gym, which is a little crowded already. He guides you in and you decide to start with the bike. Dacre goes straight for the weights, obviously. But you manage to get a bike that gives you a perfect sight of where he is, and as you work out, you watch him. He gives you a few glances, but you manage to look away just in time. At least you hope you do. After a while, you decide to move to the treadmill to run for a few minutes. Thanks to the weekly visits to the local gym near your house, you're able to keep up the pace for a good amount of time before getting tired and deciding to stop. Dacre is still doing his stuff, so after refilling your bottle with cold water, you walk over where he is, sitting on a bench right before him. He's currently lifting a barbell that looks unbelievably heavy.

“Are you done already?” He asks in a sassy tone.

“I'll get a few more followers at your expanse just because I didn't like your tone, Mr. Montgomery.” Taking your phone, you open your Instagram and start making a video of Dacre. He looks incredible, so handsome right now, and the fact that he's shirtless only makes it better. You have to control yourself not to check him out more than you should. “Straight to my Instagram story.” You tell him as you put some emojis on the video and tags Dacre before sharing it with the whole world.

“Come here for a second.” He says, laying the barbell down.

“What for? If you think I can lift any of those things you must be going completely insane.” Despite being suspicious you stand up, leaving your phone on the bench.

As you walk over him, Dacre hands over his phone to a dark-haired man who was switching weights. “Can you record this for me?” You hear him asking. “Just a few seconds.” He kindly smiles and thanks to the man when he nods.

“Are you going to prank me or something?” You stop before him, arms crossed. Without saying anything, Dacre pulls you with him, placing you between him and the barbell. “Dacre, what–” You're cut short when he suddenly bends down and picks the bar up again, quickly standing up straight, trapping you in between his body and the bar. “What the hell, Dacre?”

“Hold it, c'mon.”

“I won't hold this thing. I can't lift it.” Keeping your voice low, you give the man with Dacre's phone a glance. He's actually doing what Dacre asked, filming you two doing whatever this is.

“Trust me.” It's his lower voice, right in your ear that makes you surrender and do it, holding the bar a few inches away from where his hand is holding it. Slowly, he starts moving. Everything you can do is mimic his movement, your eyes wandering from the bar to his right arm, noticing how his muscles are tense. “It's not that hard is it?”

“Not when I'm lifting exactly zero pounds.” You snap back, being forced to give a step back when Dacre brings the bell bar way too close to your body, and your back collides against his chest.

“That's enough, thanks, buddy.” It takes a while for you to understand he's talking to the guy with his phone. The man nods and puts the phone down before moving away, back into doing anything he was doing before. And probably wondering what the hell is going on with you two.

“Are you going to post that video?”

“Yup.”

“Really?” Doesn't he know that it will get people talking?

“Why not?” Dacre drops the bar suddenly, and it makes a loud thud when it hits the floor, making you give a little jump.

“Damn it, Dacre!” You exclaim, a hand on your heart. “What about not killing your co-star before she finishes shooting the show?” Still a little startled, heart racing, and not only for the bar falling, you go back to the bench to get your phone.

“Now I'm exhausted already. How am I supposed to go to work?” Checking your feed, you see there are already a lot of people answering to your video, mostly your friends asking about Dacre... And some of your co-stars, but no reason to answer since you'll have to face them eventually.

“Done.” He says, and at the same time, you see the notification. Clicking on it, you're redirected to Dacre's story, where you see the short video of him standing behind you, ‘helping’ you lift the bar. In bright red letters, he wrote ‘the best personal trainer (Y/N) could ever get’.

He really did it. And he doesn't seem to care. “So you just made me look like an idiot. I'll get back at you for that.”

“Idiot? You look so hot in this video, I almost reconsidered posting it.”

“Me?” It comes out abruptly because you just can't believe it. Any of it. You can't believe he posted the video, you can't believe he just said you looked hot. You're confused and you need time to clear your mind. “I really think we should go now. Shower, have lunch, and get ready to work.” It will sound like you're running away, but you need some time away from Dacre. Your heart needs a break from beating so fast.

“Yeah, we probably should.” He puts his phone in his pocket before making his way out of the gym with you. “Why don't you come over to my room? I can get some room service and then we head off to set. It's just us so we can go in my car.”

“Sure.” You're quick to answer, immediately changing your mind. “I can be there in thirty minutes.”

“Room 1404.”

“Alright.”

Thankfully, there are no incidents during lunch. You two just chat and joke around, and almost get on set late. The first scene is much more simple. It's just Amy and Billy bumping into each other, a small chat before they part ways, both annoyed at each other. Once that's done, you change into the second outfit, and the make-up and hairstyle it slightly changed. Night has already fallen when you get into position, waiting for the signal.

In this scene, Billy finds Amy walking home alone, at night. He's pissed that she's so reckless after they just learned about the Mind Flayer, in a scene that will still be shot. So when she refused to go with him, they have an argument. It's a turning point, with the tension between then being explored further, leading into a partial confession and an almost kiss. That's how James calls this scene.

And, as if the scene itself wasn't enough, you're mind is still at what happened at the gym. This will be hard. Maybe as hard as the actual kissing scene.

“Alright. Ready, everyone... And action!”

You start walking fast, the camera before you easily following your pace.

“Amy, get inside that damn car right now,” Billy says, seconds before reaching you and grabbing your arm, forcing you to stop. “You're not walking home this late with that damn Mind Flayer out there.”

“Stop–” Giving your arm a push, he lets go. “–trying to act as if you care. I know you don't.”

“If I didn't care do you really think I'd be here?” He steps closer, towering over you, and you have no choice but to step back. “Running after you like an idiot?” Your back hits a car parked on the sidewalk, just at the right place. “Do you really think I'd put any effort into trying to drag your ass out of the street?” Dacre slams both his hand on the car, and you make sure to make Amy give a little jump, followed by an annoyed expression.

“I know about the little games you play, Hargrove. I won't fall for them.” Raising your voice on the last sentence, you try to push him away, uselessly.

“It's funny how everyone in this town thinks they know me.”

“Oh, I don't. I don't think about you, Hargrove. At all.” With a sassy smile, you wait for his reply.

But it doesn't come. He just stands there, as his eyes change. From irritation to... Kindness. And you recognize Dacre as he breaks through Billy. “But I think about you. I think about you all the time.” Your heart starts racing again, more than before because this is not Billy. And you know the difference very well.

Frozen, not sure if you should take this as improvisation and follow his lead, you rest your back against the car, as Dacre follows your movement, his face now only two inches away.

“Cut!” The shout brings you back to reality, and Dacre immediately steps away. “I like what you're doing, but I don't think the line fits well on the scene.”

“My bad.” Dacre apologizes.

“Again. From the moment you slam your hands on the car.” James commands and you go back into position. “Action!”

“I know about the little games you play, Hargrove. I won't fall for them.”

“It's funny how everyone in this town thinks they know me.”

“I don't. I don't think about you, Hargrove. At all.” It's hard to keep Amy's mean smile on, not to break character and... You don't even know. But this is getting a little too hard to handle.

“Why do I have the feeling you're lying to me, princess?” He leans closer, so close Amy has no choice but to turn her head away, and when you move, you feel his breath in your neck.

“If you don't get the hell away from me right now, I swear–”

“I can't wait to see what you'll do.”

Then Amy snaps, pushing Billy away, hands on his chest, using all the strength she can manage. She's beyond pissed now, she's upset. Frustrated with her dangerous feelings towards the bad boy. “You're such a jerk!” You exclaim as Dacre gives a few steps back. “You know exactly what you're doing and you keep doing it!” The pushing turns into slaps, as Amy tries to get rid of Billy's arms, holding her. “I don't wanna be one of your flings so stay the hell away from me.”

“What do you wanna be then?” He asks, arms keeping you still, dangerously close to his body.

“I–” You're cut short when Dacre's hand comes to your cheek. For a moment you think he'll kiss you, your skin burning under his touch. The lines are forgotten, and it doesn't matter how hard you try, you can't remember it.

Then a loud noise startles you, bringing Amy back and Dacre falls back into character, looking at something over your shoulder. “We gotta get out of here.” He follows the script and you do the same, setting free from his grip.

“I'm not going with you!” Then it happens, Billy bends over and grabs Amy's legs, throwing her over his shoulder. The sudden change makes you gasp for air, quickly following to the next line. “What the hell? Put me down right now!” You yell, noticing how some of the extras start acting, moving from inside the houses to the porch to see what's the commotion about. “I'm not kidding, Billy. Put me the hell down!”

He only laughs as you push his back, swinging your legs. Dacre tightens the grip on your thighs, forcing you to stop moving. “You're very stubborn.” He mutters under his breath, finally putting you down and opening the passenger door. “Get. In. I won't let you walk–”

“Cut! Cut!” James says, quite impatient. “I want you to do something else there. From the moment you put her down, I want another confrontation. Do you guys think you can improvise it?”

“Yeah.” You mutter as Dacre nods.

“Good. Get in position then.” He orders and Dacre picks you up again, slower this time since there's no need for Billy's rush. “Alright. Action.”

“You're very stubborn.” He repeats as you're put back down, and you wonder what to do next. But when Dacre pushes you against the car, in a similar position from some minutes earlier, your mind threatens to go blank again. “Let's settle this, princess.” The different weight on the last word almost makes you break character, but to laugh this time. “If you don't get inside this damn car immediately and stop complaining, I will kiss you. Right here, right now. And I know you won't resist me.”

You're sure both Amy and you are paralyzed now, unable to move, or think, and you have to struggle to get your brain to work again. Dacre's eyes are so soft, you can't find Billy in them. You wonder if the cameras can get it... You wish there weren't so many cameras and lights on both of you now. “You wouldn't do that.” The words find a way out, thankfully.

“Really?” Dacre's arm encircles your waist suddenly, pulling you close, pressing you against his chest. “Try me.”

If you don't move, Amy or not, you'll kiss him. You won't even wait for Billy to fulfill his threat. So your hands nervously search for the door handle, breathing out in relief when you find it. As you turn around to open the door, his grip still holds you, and you're only free when you step inside the car, closing the door shut a little too violently. With your eyes focused on the car parked a few feets ahead, you only listen when Dacre gets in the driver's seat.

“Alright, cut!” Relieved this is over, you hope not to do it again. It'll be the death of you. “It was amazing. Whatever the two of you have going on, it's great. If you keep this level, the kissing scene will be one of this season's best moments.”

Glad that the day is over, you wave at Dacre before getting out of the car and heading to your dressing room. Your head won't stop spinning, thinking, replaying what just happened. It was only Billy... Right? All those times you thought it was Dacre, it wasn't. You can't allow yourself to believe that. Part of you wish you didn't come here with Dacre, but you did, so you have to meet him again when you're ready to go. The ride back to the hotel is filled with light conversations, nothing about the scenes you just did. But there's an elephant in the room, you can feel it, and you think Dacre feels it too, by the glances he gives you every now and then. Sometimes it looks like he'll say something, then he just gives up. You wonder if you should say it, end the tension. Ask him if you did something wrong. But every time you feel the words are just about to flow out, you blush and look away.

How are you supposed to get the kissing done when you're so... Lost.

But when you reach the elevators, you decide to ask him. You decide to be brave for once and follow Dacre's advice of not holding everything back. He did say he'd listen, that he wouldn't be scared. “You broke character, didn't you?” It comes out suddenly, and he immediately looks at you as you lean against the elevator mirror.

“Half a dozen times.” He answers after taking a deep breath. “And so did you... Right?”

“Quite a few times, yes.” Looking down, you swallow hard. “It was a disaster. Well, almost.”

“Why?”

“Because I–” You're damn phone ringing cuts you off, and, rolling your eyes, you pick it up. “It's Natalia.”

“Answer her. It's my floor anyway.” Dacre gestures at door, and right above it, you see the number. “We'll talk later, alright?”

“Yes.” You mutter, a little sad that the doors just opened.

“Bye.” Dacre leans closer for a quick hug and to place a kiss on your cheek, as he's been usually doing.

As you watch him leave, the doors closing again and separating the two of you, you finally answer Natalia. “Hey. What's up?”

“(Y/N). Are you in your room?” As she speaks, you hear Millie saying something in the background.

“I'll be getting there in a minute.”

“Alright.” Then she hangs up.

You have sixty seconds to recover from the day before meeting Natalia and Millie at your door. Smiling in a very weird way. As you approach, taking the card from your pocket, you raise an eyebrow. “Something wrong?” You ask as you open the door, gesturing for them to get inside.

“No... Of course not.” Millie mutters, searching for something on her phone. “Just this.” When she shows you the screen, you sigh. It's the video Dacre posted on his Instagram story.

“That was just... We were at the gym. Working out.” It's stupid to do this. They won't let it go. Throwing yourself on the couch, you cover your head with a pillow.

“What you call ‘working out’ I call flirting.” Natalia states, and when Millie pulls the pillow away, you see Natalia bending over the back of the couch as Millie sits down next to your legs.

“But nobody was flirting. We were just making fun of each other.” You wait for them to say something. Anything. But they don't. The two girls just keep staring at you, smirking. If they only knew what happened today... “What?”

“You like Dacre, don't you?” Millie inquires, folding a leg under her.

The first instinct is to say no, and the word is at the tip of your tongue. But it doesn't come out because you suddenly realize it would be a lie. It gets stuck, as it washes over you. Nobody has asked this before, and you've been avoiding to think about it. But now that the right words were said, you know it. “Damn it.” Muttering under your breath, you cover both your eyes.

“We got our answer.” Natalia sing-songs.

“He likes you too. You know that, right?”

“Of course he doesn't, Millie. Just because he's nice to me it doesn't mean–”

“There's a huge difference between being nice and doing what he's doing, believe me.” Millie stands up, pacing around with both hands on her hips. “Now, tell us everything.”

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First Impressions - YangYang

Warnings: drug usage, cursing, and violence

Credit to the original owners of the images.

GN "Bad Kid" Reader x "Good Kid" YangYang

Soulmate Au: First words to each other

"Y/N, are you paying attention?" Mrs. Song questioned from her position in front of the board.

"Yes ma'am", you said, trying your hardest not to roll your eyes. She looked at you for another moment before her eyes turned back to the notes written on the board, which you had already copied all of them down. You felt a poke in your ribs, your eyes moved over to your right where your friend Andy sat. Before she could speak the bell rang. You instantly moved to put your binder in your bag and waited for Andy to do the same. The two of you quickly walked out and waited in the back of the parking lot for the rest of your friends.

"I swear that woman has it out for you", she says pulling a bag out of her backpack.

"So help me you get us caught-"

"Don't worry", she cut you off, "I'll be careful."

"You better be sharing", Darren said as he walked over motioning for Andy to hurry up. She rolled her eyes and passed him the pipe. He instantly took it and inhaled, handing it to you who did the same.

"How dare you start without us?" Ryder said as he and Bridget joined your group, stealing the pipe from your hands.

"Hey no smoking, you have to drive your cousin home and your aunt will kill you if she finds out your high", Bridget said as she took the pipe from him.

"Speaking of which, where is the little shit?" He said, his eyes moving around the parking lot.

"That reminds me, anybody wanna gimme a ride? My sister has to work so she can't pick me up", you asked the group.

"Yeah sure. I'll need someone to keep me sane after I take Bridget home", Ryder said.

"Trust me. I'm not too happy about riding with you either", a voice said from behind him.

"We'll leave in a few. First, lemme introduce you to the gang. The blue-haired girl is Andy. The one with all of the piercings is Y/N. Green haired dude is Darren and you know Bridget. Guys this is YangYang."

"Sup", Darren told him as he took the pipe from Bridget. YangYang just nodded, it was obvious he was uncomfortable. You felt a bit bad for him, but that didn't stop you from taking another hit before leaving. Bridget got in the passenger seat, leaving you and YangYang in the back. It didn't take long for the two of you to arrive at Bridget's. She kissed Ryder and told you all bye before getting out.

"I need gas and snacks, so we're making a pit stop", he said as he pulled back onto the road. He was in and out of the gas station passing you a bag of chips and YangYang a candy bar.

"So I gotta ask. Why do you guys smoke?" YangYang inquired to his cousin after a bit of silence.

"Numbs things a bit. And with it, things hurt less. Y/N is better at describing it", Ryder replied. YangYang turned to you.

"Let it hurt until it can't hurt anymore. That's what it's like without it", you said. He nodded and turned back to look out the window.

"That answer your question?" Ryder glanced in the rearview mirror to look at YangYang, who nodded. The moment the car arrived at his house YangYang thanked his cousin and jumped out of the car.

"Hopefully I don't have to give him a ride again", he said as he backed into the road.

"Eh, he didn't seem that bad."

"Let's just hope he doesn't tell my aunt I'm a stoner", he whispered. You let out a little laugh and continued to talk until you got back home.

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It became a tradition for Ryder to take you home, and for him to drive YangYang home on Thursdays. It had been a month since the first time you had met him, and he still hadn't talked to you. But you couldn't really blame him, you were the classic "bad kid" that literally got stoned in the school parking lot, and he was the "good kid" that had the perfect record. It still amazed you that he and Ryder were even related at all. Just like the first time you rode together, Ryder had to make a pit stop at the gas station, though this time he was taking much longer. You found yourself growing more and more tired as you waited. It didn't help that you were unable to sleep last night and had smoked some with the group before leaving. You forced yourself to stay awake and pulled out your phone, hoping to distract yourself from the temptations of falling asleep.

"Awake and unafraid", YangYang whispered, so low that you almost didn't hear him. Your eyes widened and they moved to your wrist, which was covered by your sleeve. The exact same words were etched into your skin. The words that had been there since your birth and would be the first words your soulmate told you.

"Talk about a plot twist", you mumbled, causing YangYang to laugh.

"I wasn't expecting it either", he admitted

"Wait a second", you said upon realization, "I talked to you the first time we rode with Ryder. You've known for a month that we're soulmates and didn't say anything?"

"Admittedly I was a bit concerned when I figured out that we're mates. But then I realized, things aren't that simple, that I know nothing about you and have no reason to have concerns. But I wasn't sure what to say, so I waited for the right time."

"I hate the fact that is reasonable. Second off, what the heck did you mean by unafraid?" Your torso moving to face him.

"You're unafraid of what others think. And to say what's on your mind. I've noticed that after learning we shared some classes."

"We have classes together?" You asked, your face twisting in surprise.

"Several", he answered with a laugh.

"Dang I'm blind."

"To be fair most times you're stuck in your head. And most likely stoned during class", he responded.

"Okay, you're not wrong on that. But lemme guess, you don't want people to know we're soulmates?" As you asked the question the driver's door opened.

"Hold the phone. Y'all are soulmates?" Ryder asked as he entered the car. Tossing candy at you two. The two of you nodding in response.

"And to answer your question. I'd much rather people know we're soulmates."

"Why though? You're the golden boy and I'm one of the resident stoners", you inquired as you opened up the chocolate.

"Because we're soulmates? The differences will definitely cause some trouble, but we'll be able to get through them", he told you.

"I still can't believe you two are mates", Ryder said as he started the car. The conversation was then put on hold, you assumed it would most likely be continued tomorrow.

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It was lunchtime when you finally met up with YangYang.

"Sorry I'm late", he said. He dropped his bag onto the floor and sat next to you. He kept his head down and eyes trained on the table.

"You good?" You asked.

"Uh yeah, fine."

"YangYang, you do realize that I can tell your lying, right?" You said as you leaned closer to him. He finally peeked up at you, his eyes were a bit red.

"I hate the fact that I can't lie to you", he said with a slight pout.

"What happened?" You questioned.

His shoulders sagged as he mumbled something incoherently. You raised your eyebrows at him.

"Just Blake and Liam being their usual selves." That's when you noticed the scratch on his cheek.

"Woah hold up. They did that?" You could already feel the anger rising in you. YangYang must've seen it in your eyes and began rambling about how it usually is worse, but as your fists clenched in anger he knew he messed up. Instead, he started backtracking, but it was too late, you were already storming out of the cafeteria to behind the gym. You knew the two boys hung out there during lunch, as cliche as it was. You could hear YangYang trailing close behind and begging you not to do anything.

"Y/N, what's up?" Blake greeted upon seeing you. Before you would've returned the greeting, but now you just grabbed him by the collar.

"Hey what fu-" Liam started, as he moved to you. But you glare turned to him, he immediately paused.

"Wanna tell me what you did to YangYang?" You asked, backing Blake up until he hit the wall.

"Why do you care?" Liam asked.

"One chance to tell me. I might not hit as hard if you answer", your grip tightening.

"Okay we roughhoused a bit, so what?"

"Is this the first time?"

"Yes?" Your right knee jerked up to hit I'm in the stomach. He groaned in pain and would've doubled over had it not been for your hold on him.

"What the hell Y/N?" Liam asked, his eyes widened in shock.

"Shit, fine. We've done it before", Blake panted.

"Oh so now you wanna tell the truth?" You asked rhetorically as your left fist reeled back and connected with his jaw. You dropped him from your hold as you heard Liam rush over to you. His knee made contact with your ribs, but you lunged at him and tackled him to the ground. As his back hit the concrete he let out a huff. You wasted no time on landing the punches. You rolled off of him when Blake attempted to yank you off. Your right foot landed on his chest and he stumbled back after the kick. You stood up, as he hobbled back towards you, and you grabbed onto his hair. He yelped at the pain of you pulling him up by it. You landed a final punch on his cheek and let go before shoving him to the ground where he sputtered up the smallest amount of blood.

"Bully anyone else and you probably won't make it out of the hospital next time. Understand?" You informed them as you moved to stand in front of them. Blake nodded and Liam groaned.

"And tell anyone that if they touch YangYang they're dead. Spread the word that if they mess with my soulmate, I will find them", you told them before grabbing YangYang's hand and walking back to the cafeteria.

"Where were you guys?" Darren asked when you sat back down.

"Had to take care of some assholes. And Andy blacklist Blake and Liam from your selling list." She nodded.

"So what'd they do?" Bridget asked.

"They messed with my mate", you told her as you pulled a blushing YangYang into your arms. Everyone at the table was surprised to say the least, well besides Ryder who was dying of laughter.

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YangYang had decided to ride with Ryder again, he had asked his cousin to drop the two of you off at a local park. You waved Ryder off as he and Bridget backed out of the parking lot and walked with YangYang to a nearby bench. The two of you didn't get to talk after getting back to the cafeteria and you knew he had something to say about the whole situation.

"Alright, go ahead and say it", you told him. He gave you a confused look.

"That you don't wanna date me after the whole lunch fiasco."

"That's not at all what I was gonna say. I was gonna say that A) next time please give me a warning if you're gonna kick someone's ass. B) that was awesome. And C) let's go on an official date and actually start dating." It was your turn to be confused.

You could feel your eyebrows pull together as you asked him, "You still wanna date me?"

"Uh yeah?"

"Why?" You blurted out, prompting the boy next to you to laugh.

"Well I know you'll always protect me. And you're fun. And my soulmate."

"Well, I didn't expect that." He laughed again and stood up, pulling you with him as he walked to a nearby bakery.

"Now let's go on our first date, soulmate", he winked. You smiled, thinking about how it was definitely gonna be interesting to see everyone's reactions on Monday morning. And how the two of your story plays out, but you're looking forward to it.

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