and he got me into firefly

❂ ————– THE LION KING SENTENCE STARTERS.

’ What do you want me to do, dress in drag and do the hula? ’
’ I despise guessing games. ’
’ Oh, goody. ’
’ Yes. Well, forgive me for not leaping for joy. ’
’ When I’m King, what’ll that make you? ’
’ You’re so weird. ’
’ You have no idea. ’
’ Sing something with a little bounce in it. ’
’ I’ve got a lovely bunch of coconuts. ’
’ Big ones, small ones, some as big as your head… ’
’ Hakuna Matata. It’s our motto. ’
’ What’s a motto? ’
’ Nothing. What’s a motto with you? ’
’ Did I miss something? ’
’ Let me out! Let me out! ’
’ Please don’t eat me. ’
’ Whoa. Talk about your fixer-upper. ’
’ I can’t go back. What would it prove, anyway?  ’
’ You can’t change the past. ’
’ You said you’d always be there for me! But you’re not. ’
’ It’s because of me. It’s my fault. ’
’ Ahh, so you haven’t told them your little secret. ’
’ It’s not true. Tell me it’s not true. ’
’ No! It was an accident! ’
’ It’s your fault he’s/she’s dead. Do you deny it? ’
’ Then you’re guilty. ’
’ No, I’m not a murderer! ’
’ Friends? I thought he/she said we were the enemy. ’
’ Don’t ever do that again! Carnivores, ugh! ’
’ We’re pals, right? ’
’ I don’t wonder; I know. ’
’ The great kings of the past look down on us from those stars. ’
’ I always thought they were balls of gas burning billions of miles away. ’
’ Fireflies that, uh… got stuck up on that big bluish-black thing. ’
’ Everything the light touches is our kingdom. ’
’ A king’s time as ruler rises and falls like the sun. ’
’ What’s happened to you? ’
’ You’re right, I’m not. Now are you satisfied? ’
’ You know you’re starting to sound like my father. ’
’ The sooner we get to the waterhole, the sooner we can leave. ’
’ So where are we really going? ’
’ Right. So how are we going to ditch the dodo? ’
’ It’s a tradition going back generations. ’
’ Well, when I’m king, that’ll be the first thing to go. ’
’ Well, in that case, you’re fired. ’
’ Nice try, but only the king can do that. ’
’ Your Majesty. I gravel at your feet. ’
’ Why do I always have to save your… Ahhh! ’
’ I know what I have to do. ’
’ Temper, temper. ’
’ I’ve been running from it for so long. ’
’ Ow! Jeez, what was that for? ’
’ It doesn’t matter. It’s in the past. ’
’ Oh yes, the past can hurt. ’
’ But from the way I see it, you can either run from it, or… learn from it. ’
’ You see? So what are you going to do? ’
’ First, I’m gonna take your stick. ’
’ Good! Go on! Get out of here! ’
’ So you’d better have a good excuse for missing the ceremony this morning. ’
’ Perhaps you shouldn’t turn your back on me. ’
’ I wouldn’t dream of challenging you. ’
’ Is that a challenge? ’
’ I’m afraid I’m at the shallow end of the gene pool. ’
’ There’s one in every family sire. Two in mine, actually. ’
’ Pinned you again. ’
’ What’s going on? ’
’ Oh, dear, I’ve said too much! ’
’ Well, I’m brave. What’s out there? ’
’ All the more reason for me to be protective. ’
’ Well, I suppose you’d have found out sooner or later. ’
’ Just promise me you’ll never visit that dreadful place! ’
’ You run along now and have fun. ’
’ I wonder if its brains are still in there? ’
’ Danger? Hah! I walk on the wild side. I laugh in the face of danger. Ha ha ha ha! ’
’ Do you know what we do to kings who step out of their kingdom? ’
’ Puh. You can’t do anything to me. ’
’ Oh, my, my, my. Look at the sun. It’s time to go! ’
’ Hey! Why don’t you pick on somebody your own size? ’
’ I’m very disappointed in you. ’
’ You could have been killed! ’
’ You deliberately disobeyed me! ’
’ I was just trying to be brave like you. ’
’ I’m only brave when I have to be. ’
’ Being brave doesn’t mean you go looking for trouble. ’
’ Whoah. I guess even kings get scared, huh? ’
’ But you’re not scared of anything. ’
’ We were afraid it was somebody important. ’
’ Tell me about it. I just hear that name and I shudder. ’
’ Yeah, be prepared! We’ll be prepared… for what? ’
’ Long live the king! Long live the king! ’
’ If I told you, it wouldn’t be a surprise, now would it? ’
’ If you tell me, I’ll still act surprised. ’
’ You are such a naughty boy/girl! ’
’ You hear that? If you ever come back, we’ll kill ya! ’
’ So it is with a heavy heart that I assume the throne. ’
’ That’s the stupidest thing I ever heard. ’
’ You know, having a lion around might not be such a bad idea. ’
’ Ah, you’re an outcast! That’s great. So are we. ’
’ I’m telling you, kid: this is the great life. No rules, no responsibilities… ’
’ You mean a bunch of royal dead guys are watching us? ’
’ Come on, I just heard about this great place. ’
’ I’m surrounded by idiots. ’
’ I’m kinda in the middle of a bath. ’
’ So where are we going? It better not be anyplace dumb. ’
’ I’ll show you when we get there. ’
’ The waterhole? What’s so great about the waterhole? ’
’ You’re the king? And you never told us? ’
’ You don’t even know what I’ve been through! ’
’ I finally got some sense knocked into me. ’
’ Please have mercy, I beg you. ’
’ You don’t deserve to live. ’
’ Why should I believe you? Everything you ever told me was a lie. ’
’ This looks like a good spot to rustle up some grub. ’
’ I’ll make it up to you, I promise. ’
’ You got to put your past behind you. ’
’ When the world turns its back on you, you turn your back on the world. ’
’ Bad things happen, and you can’t do anything about it. ’
’ There’s more to being a king than getting your way all the time. ’
’ I’m so hungry I could eat a whole zebra. ’
’ Listen kid: if you live with us, you’re gonna have to eat like us. ’
’ Come on, will you cut it out? ’
’ I thought I knew, but now I’m not so sure. ’
’ What’s that supposed to mean, anyway? ’
’ I’m not the one who’s confused. ’
’ You don’t even know who you are! ’
’ This is just the way your father looked before he died. ’
’ So what’s the plan for getting past those guys? ’
’ No wonder we’re dangling at the bottom of the food chain! ’
’ Where is your hunting party? They’re not doing their job. ’
’ Then you have sentenced us to death! ’
’ Well, it sure is a surprise to see you… ’
’ Hakuna Matata. It means “no worries”. ’
’ These are rare delicacies. ’
’ You have forgotten who you are and so have forgotten me. ’
’ You are more than what you have become. ’
’ How can I go back? I’m not who I used to be. ’
’ Will you stop following me? Who are you? ’
’ What’s going on here? Who’s the monkey? ’
The Types as Things I have Done with My Summer So Far

First of all, I’m sorry about the hella title

ENTP: left the house until 9 pm (which is hella late for me) for the first time and had dinner with 2 friends while being glared at by a 3rd

ENTJ: started learning a new language while barely being able to speak my first two and studying my third at school

ENFP: got out of a friendship that got really toxic hell yeah haha fuck

ENFJ: learned how to use a sewing machine and sewed my brother’s name on his little napkin thingy for his flute and it’s looking good

ESTP: crawled under a tiny tiny bridge trying to get an aesthetic photo but instead soaked my foot in mud water

ESTJ: got angry at flies for not letting me rest in peace at night that I’ve picked up a habit of catching and suffocating them in jars. i use science as an excuse

ESFP: realised how picky i am with fanfics?? like idk what you guy’s’ve been reading but it’s like the same plot written by different people over and over again. i would write fanfics if i had the energy and motivation to ever continue them smh

ESFJ: betted 25 gems that i’d be able to keep a 7 day streak on duolingo and that i’d get twice the amount (i think) if i was able to. i lost it at day 4

INTP: wore the same outfit every time i had to leave the house the past five times because i simply dont care anymore

INTJ: so fucking relieved that i dont have to act like i like certain people every day anymore thank god

INFP: also worried about how getting out of that toxic friendship is gonna go because that person is friends with every single one of my other friends is this how i die

INFJ: thinking of every possible way to hang out with my crush without making it too obvious (I’m genuinely trying to get a summer job as a dog walker so he can help me walk dogs because i have no experience with dogs lmao)

ISTP: accidentally woke up at 2 am and had a conversation with a friend who goes to sleep at 8 am and wakes up at 5 pm (summer sleeping schedule guys)

ISTJ: bought my first pack of Cards Against Humanity cards + the first card i read was ‘penis breath’

ISFP: got into another fandom and announced my obsession with collecting things, much to my mother’s dismay and my father’s confusion

ISFJ: genuinely felt blessed for having a firefly stuck in my room. i love fireflies. i named it mason and im watching in fly around my room right now

The Last Of Us! AU

The broganes au that no one did for some reason so I took matter with my own two hands ლ(ಠ__ಠლ)

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  • chase: *hiding in a closet from anti*
  • chase: *in his head* you would not believe your eyes
  • anti: *comes in the room*
  • chase: if he's trying to kill this guy *pointing to himself*
  • anti: come the fuck out, i know you're in here
  • chase: i want to make myself believe
  • anti: *stabs the table*
  • chase: *flinches* that anti wILL NOT HURT ME
  • anti: COME OUT
  • chase: i got misty eyes as i said farewell
Southside Sweetheart

Jughead x Reader

Request: can you do a jug x reader where she’s from the south side and her whole family and friend group is super sketchy and involved with the serpents, and so she’s on betty and and jug’s suspect list? anyways so when he meets her he finds out she’s a literal sweetheart and he falls for her? thanks love

Warnings: Swearing

Word Count: 2,273

A/N: In case you need something to read before tonight’s episode cause things are about to get FUCKED. I also changed it a little, hope that’s okay!

Masterlist


A freshman kiss, never talked about. Ignored and pushed away.

A gang, a mother’s arrest. My mother’s arrest, for a fight in a bar.

Me, left for a year on my own, trying to figure everything out.

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lily-275  asked:

Can u write a fan fic where the gang have a sleep over and bughead are put in awkward situations and have to share a bed.

Buzzcut Season

Summary: After a relaxing week at the cottage, Betty and Jughead share a bed after sleeping arrangements are disrupted. 

Words: 1,850

Warnings: Smut

A/N: I edited this myself so there are errors. It might seem a little all over the place but I’m just trying to write. I think I obsess over every little thing and then I panic and then I stop writing. I read through this once. I usually do 6 read throughs. The song they listen to is called Moonbeam


It was good to be friends with Veronica Lodge.

Betty had met Veronica her freshman year at college and they became fast friends. It was now the last week of summer break before their senior year and Veronica had invited everyone to her summer home for one last chance to let loose.

Veronica had invited everyone. Her boyfriend Archie Andrews, Cheryl Blossom and her girlfriend Toni Topaz, Reggie Mantle, Moose Mason, Ethyl Muggs, Kevin Keller and Betty’s longtime crush Jughead Jones.

They had spent the whole week down by the lake, swimming, drinking and soaking in as much sun as they could. At night they would build fires and roast marshmallows swapping stories of drunken late nights antics and all the things they were hoping for in their final year.

“I should remind you that it’s all your final years. I have four more years of medical school left.” Betty chimed in.

“It concerns me that my possible future doctor can do a keg stand as well as you can.” Jughead laughed finishing of, what would be, his last beer of the evening.

“What can I say, I’m a woman of many talents.” Betty responded with a tipsy satisfied smile.

By this time all but her, Jughead and Kevin had gone to sleep.

“I personally can’t wait for school to be over. It so exciting to know I’m $50,000 dollars in debt and have a degree that will great me a job that pays $35,000 a year if I’m lucky.” Kevin said sarcastically.

“Well, aren’t you a ray of sunshine.” Jughead grinned.

“I’m a realist. I learned that about myself in college.” Kevin smirked. “I’m so drunk. I need to go to sleep.” He admitted standing up.

“So do I.” Betty agreed shooting up and almost falling over. She was lucky Jughead was there to catch her before she fell into the bushes behind her. “Thanks.” She blushed, looking up at him trying not to thinking about his hand on her lower back.

“And to think you’ll be performing open heart surgery in six years.” Jughead teased with a smile.

“Let’s hope the alcohol is out of my system by then.” Betty rolled her eyes and walked into the house.

Kevin didn’t make it to the room he was sharing with Moose and had passed out on the couch. Jughead and Betty couldn’t help but giggle.

She followed him upstairs.

“Goodnight Betty.” Jughead whispered before going into his room.

“Good night Jug.” Betty responded heading two doors over to her own room.

When she opened the door she saw her roommate Ethyl rolling around in bed with Reggie. Betty’s eyes widened as she closed the door as quickly as she had opened it.

She looked around the darkened hallway and quietly cursed to herself. There were five bedrooms. The two couples took up two rooms, Betty shared a room with Ethyl and Jughead shared with Reggie. The couch would have been an option if Kevin hadn’t passed out on it. She could always wake him up or ask Moose if she could sleep in his room.

She could but she knew she wasn’t going to. Instead she took a few steps down the hall, inhaled deeply and knocked three times on Jughead’s door.

He answered with concerned eyes, toothbrush in his mouth, no shirt and his hair was a mess after being in his beanie all day. “What’s up? What’s wrong?” He asked trying to keep all the toothpaste in his mouth.

“Ethyl and Reggie are in my room.” She informed, taking a step into his room as he ran into the bathroom to spit into the sink.

“So?” He shrugged continuing to brush his teeth.

“They are in my room getting to know each other in the biblical sense.” Betty beat around the bush, her cheeks flaming red that she couldn’t just say the word sex.

Jughead stepped out of the bathroom with his brow knitted together. “What?” He asked before a wave of understanding crossed his face. “Oh!”

“Yeah, so now I don’t have a place to sleep and I was wondering if I could sleep in here. On the floor of course.” Betty finished with a smile.

“Bets, we are adults, we can sleep in the same bed together.” Jughead informed with a roll of his eyes.

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Fireflies

So instead of Lance and Pidge bonding over missing their families or video games, they get really close because they both love firefly.

Pidge got into it because of her brother, Immediately falling in love with it all after the first episode. Lance got into it at first to gain a better understanding of English slang, and stayed because SPACE COWBOYS!!! how could he not fall in love with it.

They found out by accident after going to another space mall and Lance had found a crazy hat and asked Pidge how he looked, and she looked him dead in the eye and replied “a man walks down the street in that hat, people know he’s not afraid of anything.” They just stare at each other for a good solid minute before either of them speak.

After that they were inseparable. They just throw out quotes whenever given the chance, and it’s either done with the most dead serious face, or the two of them are trying their hardest not to laugh.

Shiro catches on pretty quick, having watched it when Matt had suggested it to him back at the garrison, and chuckles to himself whenever he catches the two of them going into full length conversations about little facts from this comic and that episode supports whatever theory they happen to be talking about or replying to the other with a quip from the show. Hunk mostly just deals with it, he was never super into the show, but he knows enough about it just from listening to Lance talk about it.

And then there’s Keith, who has never seen the show and gets so confused whenever he happens to catch the two joking around.

*Allura being flirted with by some prince of a planet they just saved*

P- everyone’s got somebody. Lance tell me I’m pretty.

L-were I an unwed man, I would take you in a manly fashion.

P-because I’m pretty.

L-because you’re pretty.

*Keith, looking at them so confused*

K-Lance, what are you talking about you’ve never been married.

Another Sleepless Night (McCree x Reader)

(Ahhh, I need this too much!!! I am a horrible person when it comes to McCree Fluff! And Thank you for helping me come back to the ‘Bad side’ of the tracks because I have been reading some other things so I needed to come back home. Enjoy ^_^ Mod Firefly)

2 Damn days…2 Damn days of barely any sleep and was starting to show it seems so you were hating yourself because usually, you could handle anything but not having him by your side, it made things hard. Stupid Soldier for sending him to Hollywood when it was already a hard time sleeping and seeing how he just got back and was beyond exhausted, you let him sleep as you got out of bed, going to the bathroom to think for a few minutes.

Angela offered to give you sleeping pills but you were a stubborn one, you didn’t want to take pills to sleep, you wanted to sleep to the heat of his chest and the smell of his cigar and whiskey by you. You left the bathroom and he was still snoring, earning a soft chuckle as you go to the living room and turn on a movie to help you feel sleepy. It was some children’s movie about a talking snowman and a woman who can make ice come from her hands, making me think of Mei.

“Darlin?” a voice is heard from behind you as you turn and look at him before biting your lip. He was in just his boxers and had appeared to have just woke up. “Darlin, it’s 3 in the damn mornin’ come back to bed.” He urges as they shake their head. “Sorry, can’t seem to sleep lately, you go back to bed.” you urge as he comes and sits by you before pulling you close. “Insomnia kicking you around again?” He asks as you nod and he smiles, taking your hand in his before kissing it gently. “Wait here darlin.” he warns as he gets up, leaving them alone to watch the children’s movie.

5 minutes pass as Jesse comes in with blankets, some kind of mug that had the most delicious smelling liquid inside of it and what looks like some lotion, making your eyebrows raise slightly. “Here, drink this while it is still hot and give me your feet.” He urges as you are confused before he takes them in his hands, rubbing the lotion on your feet as you drink the most delicious hot chocolate in the world. “Why are you spoiling me?” You ask as he smiles and kisses your knee, causing a blush to appear.

“You call it spoilin’…I call it pamperin’. Besides, this should make up for me leaving so much, hopefully.” He says with a hint of guilt in his eyes but you know that this cowboy has work more pressing than being here for you when you are having a bad day or not able to sleep during the night. “Jes, I understand, you don’t have to do this to make me understand. You have work and so do I.” You smile as he kisses your knees again and smiles his signature smile at you. “I am doing this to help you sleep…I can’t sleep well without you beside me.” He says as you realize that he was staying awake because you could not sleep.

“Did you finish your hot chocolate?” He asks as you nod and he takes the cup before settling in beside you, holding you and that’s when you started to feel sleepy. “Jes, thank you.” You mumble as he smiles and kisses your head. “Shh and sleep, sweetpea. I love you.” He says as he starts to hum something along the lines of a lullaby but before sleep finally took you into its embrace, you managed to make that man smile once more.

“I love you too Jesse…Thank you again.”

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9

Some screen caps from Chop Suey. Truth be told, though I knew about Ian Svenonius’ involvement back when I got the game, I’d forgotten about it over the years. (I mean, I hadn’t played the game or seen anything about it since, probably, ‘99?) But as I was playing it yesterday, two things stood out to me. Dooner–pictured in the third screen cap from the top–and the beatnik fireflies, pictured fifth from the top. Yesterday, I looked at Dooner and thought: “Oh wow, look at that retro sorta-mod hipster boy, he looks like he should be listening to The Make*Up or something.” (Side note: I totally had a vague sort-of crush on Dooner when I played the game at age 13-15, I remember thinking, god, I wanna meet a boy like that. Reader, I met many boys like that, and most of them were disappointing.) And then, as I clicked on the beatnik fireflies, I recognized the voice of the one who said crazy. I thought: “I am 99% certain that is none other than Ian F. Svenonius.” I remembered that Brendan Canty had done the music, and that Theresa Duncan had been part of the DC punk scene, so I thought it was certainly probable. And then, while watching the credits at the end of the game, I saw that Ian was the fucking illustrator! Like I said, I’d forgotten, and I laughed when I saw his name there. It’s kind of funny and awesome when I think about the fact that Ian S. and stuff he’s made or been part of making has been an important part of my life for well over two decades, now.

That’s My Girl

Note: yooo I know it’s been ages since I’ve last posted anything and idk if anyone still cares about this account lmao but I was reading Void imagines the other day and it inspired me (y’all know I’m a damn sucker for him) so… this happened ahaha. if you guys want a second part (might write one anyway tbh depends on the feedback this gets), let me know!

Warning(s): slightly uncanon (I haven’t watched Teen Wolf in at least two years tbh oops); malicious reader; creepy Nogitsune Stiles


Fairies are typically depicted as sweet, docile creatures in literature. They’re small, winged, and can typically wield woodland magic.

         The misconceptions about my species are just as plentiful as the accuracies. Yes, I’m small with supernatural abilities – but I am not winged, and there are all kinds of dark things bouncing around in my brain.

         I don’t look like the type of person to be cruel. In some ways, my innocent appearance holds truth; I’m not innately ruthless. I’m a little on the shy side, and I’m definitely the quietest in my pack. I’m not sarcastic like Stiles, and I’m not outspoken like Lydia.

         There are times, though, when I’m so consumed with these twisted thoughts, rantings ricocheting in my skull coming from forked tongues, that I feel crazy. Evil, even. There’s no one I can talk to about it. If I did have someone I could trust enough to discuss these demonic daydreams, I would still be afraid of saying anything. My pack is supposed to be fully good, dedicated to protecting the inhabitants of Beacon Hills from the nasty paranormals of the world. Protecting everyone from people like me.

         The suppression of these seductive, sinful, spiteful spirits, though, has only made them multiply.

         I hate it. But there’s nothing I can do.

         Now, for instance: I’m sitting on the counter in the McCalls’ kitchen. He called a pack meeting to check on everyone. A few days ago, Scott and Kira were attacked by smoky figures robed in black – the same mysterious beings that Allison and Isaac have encountered before, too.

         Everyone’s here, huddled around the rickety old table that Scott and his mother have had for what seems like forever.

         …well, everyone except Stiles, who apparently was admitted to the hospital for health issues earlier in the day. He hasn’t been sleeping lately – anyone can see that, based on the absurd pallor of his skin and the constant disarray of his hair and the sagging dark circles beneath his dreary eyes.

         There’s something wrong with him. I know it. Scott knows it. Everyone in this room knows it. The tension of the situation hangs over us like a storm cloud. We’re just waiting for it to burst with the news.

         “So, what do we know about these… Oni?” Scott tests the word out, like he’s unsure of the correct pronunciation. I don’t blame him. I’ve never heard of them in my life. For some reason, though, I’m overwhelmingly intrigued by them. If what my fellow packmates’ accounts of their meetings with the Oni are true, then they are very powerful, possibly magical.

         It’s wrong to be so taken with the idea of supremacy. I know it is; that’s practically the first sign of someone losing it: their thirst of control. I can’t help it, though. I’m so tiny compared to the strong, towering werewolves in the room. They can bare their teeth and draw their nails and rip someone to pieces.

         What can I do? Make trees grow faster than normal. Make grass shorter with a flick of my fingers, no lawn maintenance needed. Make flowers more vibrant.  

         Well, that’s not all I can do. That’s what I’ve let the pack see. If they knew what I’ve been rehearsing in my free time, though…

         Another thing they can’t find out about.

         “Apparently, they can’t be stopped by any man-made weapon,” Allison says. Her voice is edged. “They’re a force of nature summoned by a dark Kitsune to carry out a task.”

         Inadvertently, everyone’s eyes flicker to Kira, who blushes and keeps her gaze downcast. As the only Kitsune in our pack, she must feel a little uncomfortable with the assumptions that could be made.  

         “Unstoppable. Great.” Isaac grimaces, crossing his arms. “So, what are we supposed to do if they come back?”

         “Maybe they won’t,” Lydia muses. Her brow is furrowed in concentration. “The marks you found on yourselves after your confrontations… it’s as if they were checking something, and you guys were cleared.”

         I press my lips together, wanting to speak up, but too apprehensive of interrupting and having all attention on me at once.

         My phone buzzes in my pocket, causing me to jump. Kira notices, looking at me with concern. “Are you okay?”

         So much for not attracting scrutiny.

         “Yeah.” My face is hot as I mindlessly fumble for the stupid cell, yanking it free with a little more force than necessary. “Just… just got a text… um…” I bite my lip as I stare down at the message.

From: Stiles

where are you

Frowning, I open my mouth – planning on telling everyone – then think better of it and seal my lips.

Why would Stiles be texting me that? Why would he be texting me in the first place? Isn’t he supposed to be drugged and unconscious in the hospital?

Stiles and I aren’t close. Sure, we have the pack bond, the thing that keeps everyone in this room together. But it doesn’t go beyond basic friendship. I’m certainly not the kind of person he would think to ask for if he needed something.

Despite how strange the request for my location is, I answer.

To: Stiles

at scott’s

The reply is instantaneous.

From: Stiles

you don’t want to be there

It’s not an inquiry. He states it like a fact, like he knows all the messed-up nonsense going through my mind, like he knows how uneasy I have begun to feel any time I’m forced to be around the people I’m supposed to love and trust more than anything.

I don’t have time to respond.

From: Stiles

come see me instead

Anxiously, I glance up to check on the pack on the ridiculous notion that, somehow, they’re able to read my messages from their seats across the room.

They’ve returned to one another, thankfully, further pondering the presence of the Oni within Beacon Hills – well, all except Isaac, who is staring at me with worry and confusion in his expression. No doubt he can hear my heart, and is probably wondering who I’m texting to make me feel like that.

I decide to follow Stiles’ wishes – even if they’re out of the ordinary. Besides, he was right to a painful degree. I want to leave and I want it to be now.

To: Stiles

where do you want me to meet you

He writes back a few seconds later – record time for him, considering all the other times we’ve communicated via text he takes several minutes to respond.

From: Stiles

hiking trail

From: Stiles

come alone

From: Stiles

and now

I choose to walk to the hiking trail, opting for an enjoyable walk at dusk, surrounded by nature. Everywhere I walk, the withering plants perk up and the sidewalk’s puddles evaporate and the deadened grass appears a little greener than it should in the winter.

         It’s involuntary, something that naturally occurs whenever I’m at peace – and I am now that I’m out of that house and away from those people.

         I frown at my thoughts, staring at my ankle boots. They’ve stayed remarkably clean, probably due to my powers eliminating anything dirty from my path before I can even cross the natural mess.

         I shouldn’t be this way. There’s something wrong with me. Something inside me. Something wicked.

         When I reach my destination, I see that Stiles is waiting for me. He’s lounged against a tree, examining his short fingernails. Somehow, in the day we’ve been apart, he looks even worse than before, near corpse-like.

         “Hey,” I greet softly. It’s cold out, unbearable when you stand still. I stuff my hands in the pockets of my brown leather jacket, breath swirling in front of me. “You wanted to see me?”

         If I wasn’t thrown off by his weird messages and strange choice of meeting place, the way he looks at me would definitely hint to something being off.

         It’s in the way his head leisurely rolls, raising a fraction to look at me beneath his long eyelashes. “Yes,” he says simply. Now he’s straightening his stance, a faint smile on his lips. “Come.” He starts into the woods.

         For a moment, I hesitate. I’m wearing a floral pattern dress and heeled boots. Not exactly the ideal outfit for taking a hike. Stiles is wearing a navy shirt, jeans and a pair of grey Vans. Definitely not equipped for a hike or the chilly weather.

         He’s so insistent, though, and his dark eyes are oddly appealing in the dim light. I glance over my shoulder to check that no one is around, then follow him onto the red gravel.

         We walk in silence for a little while, immersing ourselves deeper into the rustling forest. The sun has completely set now, but fireflies have swarmed our hunched shoulders, lighting the way – just as they always do whenever I’m outside at night, no matter the weather or the season.

         “So…” I start awkwardly, cheeks warming in embarrassment at how loud my meek voice seems among the still foliage. “What did you need?”

         “Why do you assume I need something?” His face is shadowed.

         “Um…” I blindly search the branches. “I just… you don’t usually… I guess I just expected that you would want to talk to Scott or Lydia when you got out of the hospital.” With trembling fingers, I tuck my hair behind my ear. “How are you feeling, by the way?”

         A particularly noisy firefly darts between us, illuminating the amused smirk on his pale face for a moment.

         “Soothed,” he murmurs. “It’s relaxing to be around someone I can relate to.”

         “…what?”

         Stiles is nothing like me. He’s boisterous and snoopy and witty. I’m reserved and conservative and timid. Somehow, though, he’s seemed to discover some similarities between us, and I’m intrigued to hear them.

         He chuckles lowly. “Don’t you know?” He purrs the words.

         “Know what?” I press. We come to a bend in the trail. He decides to stop here. I turn to face him. Fireflies zoom around us, floating close to my scalp and his lean biceps.

         “You don’t have to hide from me, Y/N.” His eyes are dead, but there’s amusement in the corners of his thin, chapped lips. “I know.” He wets his mouth, still looking at me with that same dissociated yet dizzying stare. “I know all about your black heart and your pretty little twisted mind.”

         My throat feels thick. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Whispered, because I can barely summon the courage to speak.

         Stiles knows.

         He grins now. It’s a slow, gradual process, and when it finally takes his face, he hums. “Don’t lie.” He’s shaking his head now. “You can’t. You can’t lie to me. Not to me.” He dares to step closer, and when I stumble back, one of his hands grip my wrist and yank me forward. I’m pitched against his chest. His nostrils are flaring, and he’s looking down his nose at me with a pinched expression, like he’s agitated that I tried to get away. My wrist is bruising beneath his freezing fingers; I can feel the mar developing as he continues to keep me close.

         “Don’t run from me. It’s futile. You won’t get far before I catch you.”

         I swallow hard. “Stiles-”

         “Drop the act, Y/N. You don’t have to pretend any more. I know who you truly are, what you are – a malevolent, bloodthirsty-”

         Vines snake up from the ground, wrapping around his limbs, jerking him off his feet and throwing him across the path. Rocks spray as his body skids, the denim of his jeans producing a rough shriek of protest as they struggle to hold together.

         I’m panting, rubbing over my wrist. I know I should run, but I can’t bring myself to move. I watch his crumbled form with interest, wondering what he’ll do and how he’ll react. Part of me is curious about what he’s saying, too.

         “I’m impressed,” he drawls as he pushes himself up on all fours. “You’ve been holding out on the pack. Manipulating nature?” He’s standing now, his lips pursed. “That’s a bit of a dark talent. What else can you do? Choke people with branches? Rip their limbs from their torsos? Plunge sticks through their chests and hold their hearts aloft?”

         When I don’t answer, he smiles. “You don’t know, do you?”

         “No, I don’t. I don’t want to know.” I press my lips together. “Stiles, look you can’t tell anyone, okay? Scott and the others… they won’t… they’ll freak out, and I-”

         He sighs and I stop speaking. “Lying again, Y/N? Now that just won’t do.”

         The fireflies around me shudder. Suddenly Stiles and I are surrounded by masked men in black, tendrils of smoke oozing from them.

         Oni.

         I gasp, spinning around, seeing that there’s nowhere to run. It dawns on me that they must’ve been summoned, and the only person who could’ve done so is standing in this tight circle with me, wearing the guise of a friend.

         “You…” I trail off, gaping at him in amazement.

         “What? Finally caught on that I’m not Stiles?” He staggers toward me. “Certainly took you long enough.”

         “But… but how…”

         “Don’t you see? You’re not the only one with a dark side.” He’s right in front of me now, the toes of our shoes touching. “The only difference here is that Stiles gave himself over to it.” Nose inches from mine, breath fanning out across my face. “It feels so good to embrace the bad, Y/N. So good.”

         I’m shaking my head. “No, it’s… we’re supposed to… uh…”

         Stiles hums in enjoyment. “Fox got your tongue?”

         “No, I just…” My hands are quivering, and my voice does the same. “This is so…”

         “Unexpected?” He quirks a brow. “Think of how shocked I felt when I woke in this body drawn to you…” He leans even closer. When I turn my head, he follows me. “…a pretty little fairy…” I turn my head again, and he chases after. “…who is just the sweetest girl on the outside…” His fingers take hold of my chin and force me to look at him. “…but on the inside? Oh,” he groans in delight. “Quite the naughty opposite.”

         Shame washes over me in waves, stinging at my eyes. I look up at the treetops, trying to steady my breathing. “Stop,” I mutter.

         He shakes his head, letting his nose slide along my cheek. “Not until you accept it.”

         “I won’t,” I tell him.

         “You should.” Trailing along my jawline now. “You don’t have to stay with your pack anymore. Come be yourself with me. I can promise you a lifetime of chaos and freedom.”

         Tempting. So tempting, and he knows it. He’s grinning when I shut my eyes and shake my head. “I can’t.”

         “Yes, you can.” Nuzzling my neck. “I believe in how bad you can be – if you let yourself.” An exhale against my ear, one that has a shiver passing through my body that isn’t caused by the cold. “Give in, Y/N. That’s all you have to do. It’s very easy, I promise.” He pulls away now, piercing me with solemn and sincere eyes. “Just give in.”

         “No!” I shout, flustered and finally at the breaking point. I shove against his chest, placing distance between us. The ground shakes, and small fissures form, separating myself from Stiles and the Oni. The shifting of the Earth is loud and causes dead leaves to fall from the trees.

         If I thought this feat would cause him to back down, I was wrong. If anything, it just entices him more.          

         “You are special, aren’t you?” His eyes are sparkling. The movement of the ground caused him to fall, and though it has since stilled, he remains sitting. “Think of how great you could be, though.”

         I let out a harsh breath. “No.” I run my hands through my hair. “I’m going to my pack now. I’ve had enough of this. Goodbye.”

         He laughs. “What are you going to tell them? That I was harassing you?”

         “I…” My momentum is lost. “That shouldn’t matter to you,” I manage. “They’re going to keep me safe.”

         “I think they are the ones who need protection.” That easy grin still resides on his face, like we’re old friends reminiscing. “You’re dangerous.”

         “No. Not to them. I’m different with them.” Then I shake my head and correct myself. “I’m who I’m supposed to be with them. I like that version of me.”

         “You don’t.”

         My teeth grit. “I do,” I assure him, trying to convince myself, too. My hands clench into fists, and he catches the small movement.

         “Are you threatening me?” He inquires, nodding to my aggressive posture. “That would not be wise.”

         “I’m not.” I force myself to relax. “I’m leaving, and I don’t want you to follow me,” I tell him firmly.

         “I don’t have to. I’ll find you if I want to see you.”

         “Not if I go somewhere you can’t.”

         Now he genuinely laughs. “Y/N… it doesn’t matter where you go. I will find you, and the darkness will have you. You can’t run from yourself, and you can’t hide from me.”

like a fairytale | a playlist for @lucycamui​‘s fic
listen. i started creating this playlist months ago when i realised half of my baking playlist was just a soundtrack for LaF, and so here we are. hope you like?

  1. fairytale - alexander rybak | main theme
    i’m in love with a fairytale / even though it hurts / ‘cuz i don’t care if i lose my mind / i’m already cursed
  2. what baking can do - jesse mueller | yuuri’s theme
    sugar, butter, flour / don’t me down / let’s see the next amazing thing baking does now
  3. haven’t met you yet - michael buble | viktor’s theme
    oh i might have to wait / i’ll never give up / i guess it’s half timing and the other half’s luck / wherever you are / whenever it’s right / you’ll come out of nowhere and into my life
  4. enchanted - taylor swift | the banquet
    this is me praying that / this was the very first page / not where the storyline ends / my thoughts will echo your name / until i see you again / these are the words i held back / as i was leaving too soon / i was enchanted to meet you
  5. falling slowly - the frames | viktor falling hard
    i don’t know you but i want you / all the more for that / words fall through me and always fool me / and i can’t react
  6. that’s how you know - amy adams | phichit’s interventions
    he’ll find his own way to tell you / with the little things he’ll do / that’s how you know / that’s how you know he’s your love
  7. a thousand years - christina perri | the ball
    time stands still / beauty in all she is / i will be brave / I will not let anything take away / what’s standing in front of me / every breath, every hour has come to this / one step closer
  8. way back into love - hugh grant & haley bennett | letters from yuuri
    all i wanna do is find a way back into love / i can’t make it through without a way back into love
  9. fidelity - regina spektor | the only evil stepsister is yuuri’s anxiety
    i never loved nobody fully / always one foot on the ground / and by protecting my heart truly / i got lost in the sounds
  10. you got me - colbie caillat | courting the baker
    the way you take my hand is just so sweet / and that crooked smile of yours / it knocks me off my feet
  11. say it again - marie digby | a day with the prince
    the thing about me is that i really wanna let you / open that door / and walk into my life
  12. wrapped in your arms - fireflight | in the same bed
    i used to try and walk alone / but i’ve begun to grow / and when you tell me just to rest / i’m finally letting go, i let go
  13. all about us - he is we | dancing in the rain
    suddenly i’m feeling brave / i don’t know what’s got into me / why i feel this way / can we dance real slow? / can i hold you, can i hold you close?
  14. kiss me - sixpence none the richer | the kiss
    kiss me beneath the milky twilight / lead me out of the moonlit floor / lift your open hand / strike up the band and make the fireflies / silvermoon sparkling / so kiss me 
  15. love on top - beyonce | happily ever after
    baby i can hear the wind whip past my face / as we dance the night away / and boy your lips taste like a night of champagne / as i kiss you again and again and again and again

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A New Chapter (Dean Ambrose)

Originally posted by vaniwin

@xxuso-ambreigns-chick-4lifexx sent in a request for a romantic in the ring Dean proposal with Bray’s fireflies and a spotlight


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Dean’s finally reader to start a new chapter in his life/relationship with long time girlfriend of 6 years: FLUFF/ROMANCE


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Warnings: NONE


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“Y/N” Dean called out for his girlfriend, while talking through the mic. “Can you come out here for me babe?”


As Dean waited in the ring he started to pace back and forth.


But that was expected.


He was nervous.


Way nervous.


Why?


Because he was about to start a new chapter in his life, with the love of his life.


Him and his girlfriend had been together for 6 years and those years were the best of Dean’s life.


And even thought many people wouldn’t think of Dean as the marriage type, to be honest, Dean himself barely thought of himself as the marriage type, but for Y/N…


Well he’d try anything for that woman.


Including taking a shot at being romantic.


He’d had gotten help from Y/N’s friends and a few WWE backstage and production crew to have the ring decorated, with red rose petals sprawled in and out of it, accompanied by many bouquets.


He had even got the fans in on it, asking each of them to hold up their cellphone lights, mimicking Bray Wyatt’s fireflies and some I’m either side of the front rows to hold up carefully made signs saying “Will You Marry Me?”


Everything had to be perfect, he thought just before hearing his girlfriend’s theme play.


He took a deep breath.


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Y/N walked down the ramp, towards the ring confused as to why it was dark, and the fans were acting as fireflies.


Did Bray have something to do with this? And forced her boyfriend Dean to play along with his twisted game?


But just as she got closer go the ring, the lights came on a bit more, making the arena more brighter and she noticed rose petals, bouquets and most importantly, the love of her life, Dean Ambrose.


“Babe, what’s going on?” She asked a tad bit stunned and confused.


It was then Y/N noticed out the corner of her eye, a few signs. At first she thought it was just some of your usual fan made posters but gasped as she took a closer look.


“WILL YOU MARRY ME?”


“Babe…” Y/N slowly turned back to Dean, to find him down in one knee with an open ring box, revealing the most beautiful ring she’d ever seen. “…Babe…” She repeated this time with a gasp.


A spotlight shown down on them as Dean began speaking.


“Y/N… Baby…” He started. “I’m finally ready to do this. To start this chapter of our lives. To continue the book of our lives that we’ve been writing together. You’re the only woman I could see ever spending the rest of my life with. You put up with my crazy spontaneous ways…” He pauses. “Darling I just love you. Will you do me the honor of being my wife?”


Y/N wiped a few tears that ran down her face.


“Dean…”


She crouched down to Dean’s level.


“…I love you so much.” She started talking again.“


Dean continued looking up at her.


His heart racing.


Was she gonna say no?


Was she not ready for this?


He opened his mouth to say something but Y/N started talking again before he could get anything out.


"Of course I’ll marry you.” She said with a big smile.


Dean had to blink a few times.


Did he hear her right?


She said yes? He asked himself in his head.


“You, said yes?” Dean said out loud this time.


Y/N nodded standing back up straight and pulling Dean up with her. “I said yes, Dean. I can’t wait to be Mrs. Ambrose.”


“And I can’t wait for you to be Mrs. Ambrose.” Dean said as he slid the ring on her finger.

You & I (Part 4)

Too many questions.  Not enough answers.



          Pennywise was a bit more clingy than usual the days following his animal like episode.  Even during hunting, he wanted us to do it together.  As in we both lure in at the same time.  With me being like him now it was much easier to communicate. We didn’t need to say words.  Not even mentally.  I’m not quite sure how to explain but it’s like how your muscles know to move before you do.  One day, we had been walking through the water drains when we heard the voice of a child. I poked my head through and there was a little girl, about eight years old.

         “Hello there Mary.” I twirled my hips a bit so they would jingle.

         “H-Hello.”  The small girl poked her head down to my level.  “I’m looking for my puppy.  Have you seen him?”

         “I think I have.  At least I’ve heard him.”  My acting had gotten better over the days and she was believing every single word.

         “Why are you down there, Miss?”  She tilted her head to the side.

         “I’m a Mrs.!  My name is Penelope!” I giggled and Pennywise came up to next to me. “And this is my husband, Pennywise.”  I looked over at him as he beamed a fun filled smile. “We’re Pennywise and Penelope the Dancing Clowns.”  We both moved so our bells jingled.

         “How’d ya get there?” She scooted closer.  She didn’t smell too much of fear.  Her curiosity was getting the better of her.

         “Our little circus got blown away in the storm from the other day.  We got blown away with it.”  Pennywise chimed in.  I could smell the hunger from him and saw his eyes shift.  I tapped my foot onto his and he seemed to snap out of it, beaming a smile at me. “We’re just trying to find our way out.”  He smiled at the little girl.  

         “A circus!”  She exclaimed. “I love the circus!”

         “Would you like to come see the circus little Mary?” Pennywise was trying to hold his drool back.

         “I would but I got to find my puppy first.” She replied sadly.  I frowned a little and stepped closer to the drain.

         “Have a balloon then.” I brought my hand from around me and in my hand was a single red balloon.  She seemed to hesitate while slowly reaching for it. “Go on dear. Take it.”

          When her hand got farther into the drain Pennywise grabbed her arm in a flash, yanking her down into the sewer.  He yanked with such force that she flew into the wall, her arm ripping from its socket.  She hit the wall with a loud crack and when her body fell to the ground there was an indent in the wall.  Pennywise was eager to feed but I was hesitant.  I was hungry but my head was filled with too many thoughts.  He noticed as I stood there and raised an eyebrow at me.

         “Are you alright my little monster?” He sat cross legged.

         “I’m not sure.” I took in a deep breath and turned around. “I need to go for a walk.  Clear my head.”

         Before he could stop me I had teleported myself to the river in my human form.  I sat down at the base of a pine tree close to the river and watched the water flow through the rocks.  Fireflies were flying around, lighting up, and the night time animals were making their usual noises.  I knew he’d be upset at me when I got back home but for now I needed something calming to clear my head.  I leaned my head back onto the wood and stared up at the stars.

         “Up there, somewhere through the stars and past that void of space, is my new home.  Somewhere there’s more creatures like him and I.”  I shut my eyes and let out a heavy sigh. “Maybe this planet will soon be full of creatures like us.” I rested my hand on my lower abdomen.  

        It had been some time since the night we had mated.  Sure, we’ve had sex since then but that night was different.  I had been feeling different.  Inside me felt different, no matter what form I was taking.  Was I with child?  Was it just one or was it many?  I had seen the eggs down in the lair but that was when he was in his almost actual form.  I was in my human form when and if this child was conceived.  Does that mean it would be born as a human baby but learn how to change later?  I had so many questions that I knew neither of us could answer.  I let out a loud sigh, bringing my legs up and resting my arms on my knees.  I lifted my head back up to look at the river and sat there for I’m not sure how long. Eventually Pennywise found me.

         “I’ve been so worried about you!” He shouted and got onto his knees in front of me, pinning me to the tree.

         “I’ve been fine.  I’m not a weak little human anymore.” My heart raced a bit as I looked at him.

         “You know you can come to me.  What’s wrong?” His eyes darted along my face, searching for something.

          “Just,” My hands rested on my lower abdomen again. “worried about this since neither of us have answers.”

         His hands slid down from my shoulder to underneath my hands.  His face immediately lit up, a wide excited grin.  In a smooth motion he picked me up in a way so his ear would be at my lower abdomen.  He slid me down to where my head was level with his.  There was such a wide grin on his face that I thought his face would split from happiness.

         “My little monster won’t be the littlest anymore.” He spun around and buried his face in my neck.

         “Are you able to tell how far along I am?” I raised an eyebrow at him.

         “No, just feel that it’s life force is there. How long are humans usually pregnant for?” He sat down on the ground with me sitting on his lap facing him.

         “Usually nine months.” I wrapped my legs around his waist and through the space between his back and the tree.  His eyes went a bit wide.

         “That’s a short time for a species.  Though,” He paused as he thought, “since you aren’t part of the species, or really of this universe anymore, it may be different. You may produce an egg and it’ll hatch when ready.  Or you’ll give birth to a baby that will need to be put into a cocoon shortly after for some period of time.  I have some empty ones down in the lair so if it comes to that we’ll be ready.” He held me as close as he could, resting my head on his shoulder.

         I wasn’t sure what to say so I just rested my head, closing my eyes.  My body had grown tired from today’s events and he could tell after I had briefly fallen asleep on him.  He chuckled as he picked me up and walked us through the sewers.  Looking up at him as he carried me I could see the happiness just radiating off his face.  He was smiling and his eyes were the brightest blue I had seen on him.  I don’t know what will happen in the months to come but I knew I wasn’t alone for it.  We have each other.  Before I fell back asleep I mumbled out a soft ‘I love you’ and I could hear him purring out ‘I love you too’ just as I blacked out.


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Assault on Arkham starters
  • “Heard that one before, huh?”
  • “No. I just have Google, like everyone else in the world.”
  • “Aw, crap! Not this again!”
  • “You too? It’s like a bloody recurring nightmare!”
  • “You’re feisty.”
  • “You’re lying. You wouldn’t go to all this trouble just to kill us.”
  • “Be my guest.”
  • “I’m fine. We’re done. He’s a jerk. Whatever.”
  • “Well, I’m convinced.”
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  • "I don’t trust vermin. Honorless, rudderless, undisciplined.” 
  • “They’ll never find your body." 
  • “Women. Can’t live with ‘em, can’t kick ‘em out of a moving car.”
  • “Lucky shot.”
  • “Right. Let’s see you do it.”
  • “Let’s call it even, ‘mate’.
  • “Do it and I’ll bite it off.”
  • “I got an itch I thought you could help me scratch, cowboy…”
  • “Oh, what the hell.”
  • “Yahtzee!”
  • “Bloody hell!”
  • “It’s OK! I landed on my head!”
  • "Come on, you amateurs.”
  • “Don’t call me pudding!”
  • “Did we win?”
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  • “I’m here, bitches! And I’ve got favors for everyone!”
  • “Uh, you know what you’re doing, right?”
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  • “Go ahead. You’re out of bullets.”
  • “…and I’m talking to myself. Again.”
  • “Those scumbags are trying to screw me.”
  • “Sure, he slaps me around a lot. But you’re the one who’s always hurting me!”
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His dick fits into Derek’s palm like they were made for each other, Stiles’ dick and Derek’s palm, a match made in heaven, and Derek runs his thumb around the head and nods. Yeah, he thinks as Stiles breathes out a hot wet moan into the curve of his neck, impatiently bucks up into the circle of Derek’s hand. Let’s just.

A Tale of Ink (McCree x Reader/ Reaper x Reader/ Soldier 76 x Reader)

(For you, our beautiful Anon, I would love to do this and thank you for the compliment, Admin GK found the perfect Mei that describes our work here at the page. I hope you enjoy! ^_^ Mod Firefly)

McCree-

“Whatcha got there?” He asked as they pulled their sweater off and then looked at the long tattoo on their forearm and a wash of guilt washed over them. “It’s something that is a constant reminder.” They say as they get ready to go shower as he follows them, wanting to full story. “When I was younger, I made a stupid mistake and all I could do was keep screwing up. I put this on my forearm because it reminded me that someday, I will know why I was meant to be here.” they sigh as they run the water and he holds them from behind before they could strip anymore clothing off. “Want to know something, you make mistakes to grow but this beautiful piece of art, it not only serves a reminder for you but it makes me want to be stronger for you too. So this way when you have a down day, I can be there for you.” He smiles as he kisses them as the reply with an eager kiss back. This is what they needed, to know that they won’t be alone during the worst day of their life.

“Shall we make some sin before we get you cleaned?” He smiled as for the first time in their life, the art on their arm was exactly right…As Mr. Johnny Cash says: ‘Life is rough so you gotta be tough’

Reaper-

‘Dying is Easy…Living is a Challenge’…Those words hurt more than most realize. After the death of a close friend, they could only look at the mirror and cry. Reaper saw this and was confused by it but what was the most confusing was the words that had been inked into their skin. “What is this, amado?” He asked as they looked at their arm and then back up at him. They didn’t want to tell him about the nights where they wanted to be with their best friend but could not bring themselves to do it because they didn’t want to leave his side. “Gabe, do you remember about my close friend that died…they committed suicide and I blame myself for not helping them.” was what was whispered as he holds them in his arms, letting them cry.

He knows what it is like to lose someone but to lose someone by that account, that hurts worse than anything else. “Then why do you have these words on your arm?” He asks as they look down he makes them look at him. “Tell me” He urges and then in clicks with him as he holds them, telling them that life is hard but his would be impossible with them. He would do whatever it takes to make them smile again because he loves them that much. Every day from then on, he told you that you mattered to him at least once a day.

Soldier 76-

“I didn’t know you had a tattoo sweetheart.” they hear from behind them as they look down and felt some sadness come back into their heart. “What does it say?” He asks as he looks at it as they reply. “Memento Vivere…its Latin.” He looked at it as he asked what it means before he realized that they were shaking and looked at them, seeing that they looked either nervous or maybe embarrassed. “No needed to be upset because I saw your tattoo, I love it.” he says as he sees them holding their arm and holds them since no one was around. “Is everything ok?” he asks once again as they shake their head. “Jack, I have something to confess…I am the child of a once strong leader in an army…I turned away from him because I was hurt so much that I lost so much time with him.”

Soldier held them as he listened to their tearful confession because he did not think that they were that secretive but nodded to them to continue. “I returned eventually and I remember that growing up, he had a tattoo on his hands that said Memento Mori…meaning Remember that you must die.” Soldier froze as they continued. “He wanted to protect the world so he said that was to help him remember that he has to keep going with the mission but…he was killed by the enemy and left me alone.” He holds them and remembers that their words do not match their fathers. “Wait, then what does yours say?” He asks as he tries to remember anything to help him understand the old language on their arm.

“Jack, this is my reminder to not waste another day, to progress with the mission and now with you by my side, I can do that.” He smiles as he holds them but in the back of their minds, they still remember their Father’s sweet words the final time they spoke. “Remember these words, my child…‘Memento Vivere’…Remember to Live, my sweet child.”

(Sorry some are short and some are long but I have plans to get the Memento Vivere tattoo soon and that is a story that goes with my all time favorite band. Thanks again!!!)

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Word Count: 1154

Warnings: Some blood, mention of broken ribs. The usual.

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Vodka & Cotton Candy (PT2)

Sebastian Stan x Fanfiction

Warnings: Language, smut


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“You haven’t said more than five words to me since we got here.” Sebastian said, locking his hands together while resting both of his elbows on the table cloth.

We had just made it to this quaint little restaurant in Studio City. I had never been to Firefly but when Sebastian made the reservation he swore by it. Sitting at our table, the dimly lit restaurant had a very romantic -garden like ambiance. Out on the patio in our cabana the table was in a more private area. Curtained off with white fabric canopy. The dark vintage setting had a certain aura that was slightly helping me come out of my shitty mood.

I wasn’t upset with Sebastian. Truthfully I had no reason to be. I was more frustrated with myself. My life with Sebastian was certainly far from mundane. Though he had years of practice and adjusting to this constant attained attention. I on the other hand was still struggling with the idea that my personal life at any given moment would be shared so publicly. I could feel the weight of Sebastian’s stare as I looked down at the flickering fame on the candle that was placed between us.

“Can we just pretend the past hour didn’t exist?” I asked, huffing letting out my pent up emotions.

“Yeah, but until it happens again then what? Are you going to keep giving me the silent treatment Peyton?”

I waited to answer his question having somewhat of trepidation of what might my answer be. I looked away again unsure of what else to say. The waiter approached the table without either of us noticing. “Hello, my name is Dean I’ll be your server for tonight. Can I start you both with light refreshments?” He pulled out his notepad and pen to begin writing down our orders.

“Two ice teas please and we are ready to start.” Sebastian collected both of our lamented menus and handed them to the waiter.

“Did you take a chance to look at our drink menu? We have a wide variety of delicious choices.” Dean said in his most persuasive voice.

“No the ice tea will suffice, after all she doesn’t drink and I didn’t see the liquor of my choice.” Sebastian finished that sentence exchanging looks with me like it was our own private joke.

Though in our defense it kind of was. Dean proceeded with taking our order scribbling quickly on his notepad everything Sebastian was saying, not missing a single beat. I sat across from him with my hands in my lap taking notice of the way Sebastian conducted himself. My observations also pointed out that whenever we were in public he did most of the talking. Our waiter finally left the table making his rounds to another one in a distance.

“What did you do today?” Sebastian asked me.

“The fun stuff or the boring stuff?” I retorted playfully. I watched his face to see how and what made his facial expressions change. I was beginning to learn what made Sebastian tick.

“The stuff that happened in between.” He said flatly.

“I’m not following what you are talking about.” I said. Underneath the table our legs were a comfortable distance away, but I started to feel his leg reverberate against mine. He was shaking his leg in annoyance to my brisk answer.

“You mentioned you were on the elevator today when someone was gawking at your breast.” His ardent stare was somewhat mixed between sarcasm and intensity.

“No one was gawking at my breast.” I lowered my voice and looked around me as if I just said a promiscuous word. “It was my shirt that had a fucking unmissable logo on the front!” I laughed, or at least tried to.

“Then where did you go?” Sebastian’s question hung in the air.

“Isn’t that for me to know?” I sat back resting in my chair with a raised brow. As his face started to soften he bit the inside of his cheek and I knew our game was far from over. It was only beginning again.

The waiter had returned with two ice teas as requested setting them on the table directly on the coasters placed in front of us. He stood there for a moment smiling with a question sitting on the tip of his tongue. Sebastian looked at him in anticipation, with the warmest smile on his face.

“My son is a huge fan of yours and I’d hate to be a bother but he would kill me if I didn’t ask for a picture!” Dean exclaimed.

“Well Peyton and I certainly do not want your blood on our hands.” Sebastian said lightly, joking with him of course. I was quietly observing and listening to them. I pulled the paper wrapper off and started to stir the plastic straw around the ice waiting to hear the following words that were sure to come.

“Would you mind taking our photo Miss?” He asked eagerly. He extended out his camera phone and I reached for it as I stood up. Sebastian wrapped his arm around his shoulder, and Dean held up his thumb to salute.

“I’m going to take another one.” I angled the camera giving him a variety of photos. When they were done Sebastian hugged him and the waiter thanked me as usual. It was all so routine now. When I passed him his phone back I noticed behind him we had caught the attention of two young girls behind us at another table.

They stared at me, conversing back and forth with each other. I assumed their topic of conversation revolved around Sebastian, though their phones were surprisingly pointed at me. I sat backdown in my chair. I couldn’t help but look back wondering about the things they were talking about. Feeling exposed, I sprung from my seat needing fresh air. Even though ironically we were sitting outside.

“I’m going to go find the area for smoke breaks.” I told him.

He looked at me with perplexity. “You don’t smoke.”

“Then I’m going for a break.”


{Part 2 out of 6}