floating in an abyss

All It Takes (three)

Bucky x Reader

Summary: Be happy Bucky is here to handle everything.

Word Count: 4116 | Rating: R

Warnings: SMUT. oral (f receiving), face riding, dirty talking, two nsfw gifs, UNPROTECTED SEX (wrap your wang, before you bang!)

A/N: I am just going to leave this for y’all thirsty hoes. But I’m baffled by the feedback I got on the first tow part, so just wanna say THANK YOU!

also sorry for any typos

Masterlist here

All It Takes Part One Part Two 

(*gifs are not mine!)

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A Comprehensive Guide:

To Making GOOD RP gifs:

The kind that people wanna like… look at…. n’stuff. 

Because… y’know… I get a lot of asks about that too. 

Well…. first off….. 

This is gonna be really fucking long… 

Second off! 

GET A DECENT QUALITY CAMERA!!!

Because no one wants to be looking at this shit.

and if you don’t have a decent quality camera…. 

Well…. Make sure your acting is on point?

And all might be forgiven.

… Probably.

Now… that aside… how does one know if their gif is decent? 

Well here are a few pointers…

LIGHTING: 

It’s hard to enjoy a gif with shitty lighting. 

For example… 

The Wash-Out: 

No one wants to look at your eyeballs and your nostrils floating in a featureless abyss. 

The Phantom: 

Well… there’s SOMETHING there… I think… ? *twilight zone theme-song plays* 

The Power-Outage: 

Guess what? No one will want to look at your gifs… if they can’t fucking see you.

So… let’s try this again… 

Hey… It’s daytime… in the sun? No problem. 

Hey… it’s… like… not as bright out? No problem! 

Hey… It’s the middle of the night and you’re sneaking out to go… like… shag or something? Cool. 

That’s my shagging face. 

No it’s not… I’m kidding, I promise… I’m sorry, ignore me

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anonymous asked:

OMG I LOVE MCHANZO *CRIES AS I FLOAT INTO THE GAY ABYSS* -whispers please add mchanzo anywhere it brings me life-

At the moment, I have no plans for McHanzo in the main AU comic but
you caught me in a good mood, sooooo, here you go!

Hanzo’s attempt to flirt, babbling while shoving a two-month puppy to McCree’s face
Smooth, Hanzo.
Very smooth.

Spoiler: She was the prettiest one of the bunch, but Hanzo being himself, claims she is the “ugliest” 

Letters

part two


He’s a thinker, a planner, and a philosopher, dissecting life and the world’s inhabitants. He likes to study the girl in his Potions period. She always wraps her hair into a tight bun, never quite catching each strand or curl. Her eyebrows never seem void of emotion, constantly expressing each thought or concern. He likes to watch her think. She does this thing, licking a stripe along her bottom lip, then quickly sucking the plump, pink flesh into her mouth. She doesn’t intend to give him a raging hard-on, but then again, she doesn’t even know he exists. He’s like a ghost to her. Constantly watching. Constantly waiting for attention, yet never being seen, never being realized, never being noted. He has a ‘shrine,’ as Zabini calls it. Its nothing much, just a box of things significant to them her himself. She dropped a quill in a hurry towards lunch; he meant to give it back, but never felt the urge to separate himself from a thing she touched, used, cared for. He wants her to touch him. He wants her to use him. If she only cared- then the world would be perfect.
Everyone has a way to deal with things. Theodore swims in the Black Lake when he’s stressed. On a cold day, when the wind shouts and the moon beams, he floats along the water’s edge, staring into black nothingness, the chill of the liquid plunging into his bones. No one gets why he does it, but Draco suspects he finds some sort of peace, knowing that the cold and dark feeling is his choice. Pansy’s a whore and everyone knows it. She’ll spread her legs for anyone that calls her pretty. She once said, drunk and insecure, that sex was an escape from feeling emotionally raped. He’s never judged her since. Blaise, perhaps, is the most sane of the three. He sings in the shower. Sure, to other houses, it might seem mundane, but to Zabini, its something else entirely. He’s quiet. That’s all he is, really. He’s the quiet, winter chill no one can touch. He only even responds to three other people in the castle, simply because they’re the only ones who won’t shriek in fear. Even with Malfoy, he barely laughs. The only time Draco ever saw him gasp for air from a joke is when Theo peed on himself at the beach. Yet, when everyone has left quidditch practice, and he thinks he’s alone, by himself, Blaise will casually hum a Sinatra tune, soon expanding into a full belt. He actually has a nice voice, from what Draco’s heard. In fact, he wouldn’t be surprised if Blaise pursued in the art, behind closed doors, of course. However, floating in the abyss, drowning in sex, and singing into an empty loo didn’t really scream Draco. He found an alternative.

Dearest Y/n,

You don’t know me. I don’t quite know you. 
You see, I don’t even know your middle name. I don’t know if you like the colour blue, or if you’ve ever been stung by a bee. Yet, I know that when you’re feeling sad, you pick at your fingernails and get an unbelievably adorable pout. I know that when you’re happy, you click your toes along the tile floor and crinkle your nose like a bunny rabbit. I know that you’re grossed out by frog legs, and that you hate being partnered with Anthony Goldstein. 
I realize this all must be a bit odd, and even creepy, so I’ll tell you some things about me. When I’m upset, I close my eyes, and imagine you and myself dancing in a field of violets. You’re dressed in a pretty, white sundress, your hair soaked wet from our day in the ocean. The sun is drying us, and for once in my day, I smile, imagining what life would be like if you were mine. When I’m happy, I write. I write to you, telling you about my day. I tell myself you’ll read this letter, and that you actually care about how my existence. I’m grossed out by messy eaters, and I positively hate cockroaches. 
I believe you have the right to know I’m in love with you. I understand how hard it must be to understand. But, please know that I believe you’re beautiful perfection everything. You’re my Aphrodite, my Cleopatra, my Victoria. I feel like I’m flying with angel wings when you bump into me while reaching for an ingredient and I can feel my heart leap into my throat whenever I hear your voice. I know this is what love feels like, and I just think you should know.

Best Regards,
Draco L. Malfoy

Four of these were made per day. He would vent about how stupidly Gryffindors acted, or if Trelawney assigned a project over the weekend. At night, he’d dream of Italian honeymoons and promiscuous rendezvous in the Prefect’s bathroom. However, on a particularly gloomy, Friday afternoon in February, he was interrupted abruptly from a smutty letter on the fourteenth.

Dearest Y/n,

It is finally the fourteenth of February. Saint Valentine has separated a day from the year where couples and singles and friends and enemies can come together, spreading the sheer joy of love. I absolutely despise it. I’ve never been anyone’s Valentine, but I think I could be a good candidate. I know that if you were mine, I’d lavish you in chocolates and diamonds. I’d enchant the Room of Requirement to become a lover’s paradise, complete with a lofty bed. I’d spread you onto the silky, pink sheets, kissing your neck and ravishing your skin. I’d watch your lips pucker with a choked moan, rutting into the mattress as you claw my back. Slowly, I’d lift your delicate dress, trailing my hand up your-

WHAT?!’ Blaise huffed, throwing a book towards Draco’s head. ‘We have a Charms exam Monday, and I am not allowing you to waste the weekend studying when we could finish it all right now.’ He took one look at the undignified paper before willing away his erection, and marching out the dormitory with a slam. He really hated it when Blaise was right.
Macbeth, the Malfoy family owl, was making a round trip to Draco for the holiday. His mother delivered a fresh box of sweets, to ‘get through the lonely times,’ while his father restocked his Gringotts account. However, the eagle-owl spotted a letter on the desk of Master Malfoy, along with a heady stack of signed and stamped messages. Hooting towards Theo, the boy smiled, lazily, slipping into his pajamas. ‘Hey, there, Oh Great Ruler, Macbeth.’ The owl nearly smiled, landing onto the shoulder of its companion. ‘How’ve you been, you elusive thing? Good, I hope.’ Snatching a rat’s tale from his satchel, he threw it into Macbeth’s mouth, smiling as the bird happily nibbled on its treat. Theo jerked his thumb towards the letters, almost smirking. ‘Can you believe he’s been writing telegrams to Y/n L/n for nearly two years and has yet to say hello? All he really needs is a nudge-WAIT!’ The bird swooped down to the desk, swiftly picking up a dozen letters, including the dirty passage he had yet to finish. Theo was already a dead man.

a/n- part II or nah

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Tales of the Abyss - You’ll Never See the Amazing Guy Coming

Can never have too many Persona 5 memes floating around

so many fucking space memes between the IPRE y’all

- “so long space cowboy”

- “to boldly go where no man, woman, dwarf, elf, or gnome has gone before”

- “stabby the space roomba”

- how long before a rogue plant monster ends up roaming the ship, merle

- “no dogs on the ship, they just run right off the goddamn thing”

- *tour guide voice* “-and if you look on your left you’ll see… nothing, as we are currently floating endlessly through the fucking abyss”

- “we will rule over this plane, and we will call it… This Plane”

Skaiheda: First Look

We’re releasing this tiny snippet in honor of @clexaweek2017‘s Canon Divergent theme day! 

For those of you who don’t know: Here’s our summary: 

Lexa Woods, a guard on the Ark, never expected to fall so deeply in love with Clarke Griffin, a prisoner in solitary. When the 100 are deployed to Earth, Lexa becomes a stowaway, swearing an oath to protect her love when they reach the ground. Before they can really gather their bearings on Earth together, they are separated, and think each other dead, until their fates collide once more, and Clarke is taken to meet the mysterious Grounder Commander.

This particular scene is Clarke and Lexa on the Ark, preparing for the masquerade party! 

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Rewritten, Chapter 26: Another Beginning

Wow wow wow wow it’s finally done. NSFW ahead. Thanks for all the love throughout this fic, guys. More to come.

Read this on FF.net or Ao3  ➜

Ganon was roaring. Link was floating midair - Horse was below him, flaming after being hit by violet white fire, neighing in agony as he burned alive. Zelda was shining within Ganon, but her light was fading, and Link yelled her name but no sound came out as he watched the beast crunch down on her. As she disappeared, so too did Hyrule, until the world had been swallowed up in a blanket of darkness and Link was left falling into it, floating, floating, helplessly, in an abyss. A target lit on his chest, and far too quickly, a Guardian struck, drilling a hole into him, though Link felt no pain. The Master Sword left him, floating up into the air as Link lost his grip on the parasail, and free-fell downwards. No- no - no -

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About Time // Prologue

| Prologue | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 8.5 |

Type/Genre: Alternate Universe, (Time Travel!au? idk)

Ratings: undefined

Warnings: Implied violence scene

Prompts: “What if you find your soulmate… at the wrong time?” - Lauren Kate, Passion

Summary: Be careful for what you wish for, because you may never know how to deal with them once it comes true. What would you do when your wish for a second chance actually came true? But was it really a fulfilled wish? Too many questions lie when it actually happened. Were they real memories? Or perhaps a part of a past life? Was it only a dream all along? Will everything be different this time?

a/n: This is one of the oldest fic I wrote but I took it down because I was highly unhappy about it so I rewrite the whole thing. It might be confusing at first, but I hope it will clear up on the next chapters.


Originally posted by won-der-land89

= Prologue =

Each and every single human being in this world always wants something. We always have our wishes for our own selfishness.

We wish for a good life.

We wish for love.

We wish for happiness.

We wish for second chances.

Second chance.

That was what I wished for.

The one thing I prayed for every night before I sleep. The one thing I prayed for, at the very night before I woke up in an entirely different life.

A new life.

My second chance.


I dreaded my life.

I was 30 years old. I have lost all kinds of connection to my parents. I have lost everything, my love, my hope and my dreams. And I could feel my whole life slipping away, taking pieces of my soul as it withered to ashes. I cried constantly until I reached to a point where I could no longer find any will to release the pain burning inside of me.

I was 30 years old when I felt numb. When I lost the love that I used to have towards life. When all I could feel was exhaustion.

I was 30 years old when I closed my eyes that night with a loud cry of ‘I don’t want this life anymore’.

I was 30 years old when I fell asleep.

I was 15 years old when I opened my eyes the next day.

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CANDY PSYCHOSIS

I.

The air shimmers, the sky fragments into aqua crystals. Surely entropy is nigh? Reality is pulsing! I tell you that every moment throbs, every second you are born anew.

 Identity is a myth; we are all  stardust that explodes in ashes. We must descend into the dirt, regenerate a thousand times.

II.

Strobe lights dance before our eyes; you wield your white magic with childlike laughter and a lily-white dress. I chase you to the park and kiss you on the swings. I’m possessed by an arch angel and existence seems surreal and sweet.

III.

The fairy floss melted instantly on my tongue, I devoured cherry lolly pops, cinnamon gum and chocolate milk. Blood sugar overdrive, hallucinations blossom inside my brain, spun from sugar, flavored with fantasy. I tear flower petals in my hands; I fall drunkenly into muddy fields.

IV.

Harlequin smile-is this joy real? Am I only high from candy illusions? I cannot be mere food for fear; I must dream desire into being. I need to melt into infinity, become something more than pain.

V.

Shadows distort within these midnight, morphine woods. Eyes blaze and follow me where ever I go. I Run into caverns of endless fear, seek out nihilistic nightmares because kissing death and inhaling her rancid breath keeps nausea at bay. 

I’m running straight into the flames; to burn my soul alive.

                        I break my teeth on peanut brittle; I break my heart on longing.

                             Why are we all so alone?

            Empty vessels floating in a universe constructed from enchanting lies.

                       One foot in the abyss and the other within a fairy tale.

Your Shawn Mendes song (Harry Potter Preferences)
  • This gave me an excuse to listen to Shawn Mendes, so I'm pretty happy.I haven't edited this yet, so forgive me for any mistakes.
  • Draco:
  • Treat You Better;You were already in a relationship when Draco had entered your life. He was instantly smitten with you,but you resisted. Your boyfriend was abusive and got jealous very easily. You didn't want to even think about what would happen if he found about Draco. Not that there was anything to find out. Draco was relentless in trying to convince you to be with him. "I know that I could treat you better than he can" he said. You knew that you definitely had feelings for the Slytherin, but you just didn't want him to get hurt.
  • Harry:
  • Stitches;Your's and Harry's relationship was toxic. He was too caught up in being a hero and you were clinging on to something that you new was hopeless. It took months before you two finally broke things off. It was disastrous and horrible, every pent up feeling that been kept secret, was suddenly let out. You were foolish to think that it could've been better.He was foolish to think that you actually loved each other. The heartbreak was a pain that you would both carry your entire lives.
  • Hermione:
  • Imagination;You had admired Hermione from afar, watching as her ginormous hair was lifted by the breeze that flown though that day. The way her eyes brightened with such light, that it could never be extinguished whenever she read a book. Her intelligence ensnared you, reeling you in as your mind was filled with nothing but thoughts of her. You had wanted to tell her you dreamt of the two of you being together, that you loved her, but what if she rejected. Maybe,maybe this was all better left in your imagination.
  • Ron:
  • I Know What You Did Last Summer;You don't know how it started. One minute, you were madly in love.The next, you were letting someone else's hands run along your body.You slept with them, repeatedly, always thinking of Ron but never doing anything about it. Ron has suspicions, you know that, but you could never tell him. It was killing you, eating away at your soul bit by bit,patiently waiting for you to break. You and Ron struggled to keep the relationship together, in spite of all that happened, you two had been through everything together. You just didn't know how much longer you could last.
  • Luna:
  • Life of the Party;You and Luna had always strived to be happy no matter what the world threw at you. You both knew that life was short, especially for people like you. There wasn't time for apologies, nor was there time for not making mistakes. You only had one life, and you weren't going to waste it. When you're with Luna, it's like the entire world fades from existence, leaving only you two. It had never mattered what was happening or who you were with, as long as you had Luna, everything was going to be okay.
  • Neville:
  • Never Be Alone;You were a muggle, which meant that Neville was away often. He would visit you as often as he could, if he had only a minute, he would choose to spend it with you. The night before he left was always the hardest, you clung to each other, holding on so tight, you might snap in half. You never got much sleep, you spent as much time with Neville as you could.The moment that he left he would tell you the same thing.He would tell you that no matter what happened, if you ever felt alone, all you had to do was look up at the night sky and find a star. Every time, you looked at that star, you'd be reminded that Neville saw the very same stars.
  • Fred:
  • Something Big;Your lives were a series of twists and turns. Events that were so unpredictable, you could never fully plan them. Fred had this feeling in his gut that something was going to happen,something big.That feeling was confirmed as soon as he met you. You were very shy and conservative,having a plan for your life since you were young. When you met Fred, it's like you burst out of your shell.He showed you how much fun it could be if you lived life with uncertainty.He showed you how it was okay to let go once and awhile. He never stopped having that attitude,and it inspired you.He changed your life,and so many others, who were all grateful for what he (and George) had taught them.
  • George:
  • Aftertaste;You were happy once.You were in a wonderful relationship with the boy you loved.Which is why he'll never understand why you left him that particular Friday morning. You had just spent your first night together,not regretting a single moment,or so he thought. He woke up around nine am,his arm searching the spot where you were supposed to be.When he had found nothing,he had shot up from the bed, frantically looking around the room but finding nothing. He collapsed on the floor once he realized what had happened, you had left.He thought that you loved him, but apparently he was wrong. He hoped that you felt guilty about your actions, that he was all you would think about for the rest of your life. You deserved to know his pain,you deserved to be left,with the aftertaste.
  • MARAUDERS ERA
  • James:
  • Mercy;You were stuck, floating in an abyss that you weren't sure could ever be filled.James had entranced you from the moment you met, making your knees violently tremble whenever you were around him.You loved him, and he loved you, but he kept things from you.He didn't tell you the reason he was gone for the entire night once a month.He didn't explain the deer and other various animal hair you had found. As soon as it looked like he might open up to you, he completely shut you out.You knew that he didn't mean to hurt you, but he kept tearing you apart. You silently begged him to release you from his hold.He was the love of your life,but he needed to either open up,or let you go.
  • Sirius:
  • Show You;Everyone thought that You and Sirius would never last.A day at most,some said.A week,said others.You two were determined to show them that they were wrong.You were determined to show them that you would last, because you loved each other, and that should be all that matters.If you had to walk a hundred miles only on your hands to prove it, you would. Deep down, you felt that it shouldn't have to be proven, they should trust in your relationship. You and Sirius soon abandoned the foolish crusade,and spent the rest of your lives focusing on making only each other happy.
  • Remus:
  • A Little Too Much;Sometimes,life can be a bitch. Sometimes, you get knocked down and you don't want to get back up again. Whenever, things like that happen to either You or Remus, you have to tell yourselves that it'll get better,somehow it always does.Your always there to help the other out and to be there for them. You've helped Remus with his self hate towards being a werewolf,and he's helped you with your breakdowns over school.Without each other,you confident that you'll either die,or have a severely broken heart.
  • Lily:
  • Kid in Love;You and Lily had met during your first year.From the moment your eyes locked, you knew,even though you were kids,it was love.You asked her out during fourth year, and her saying yes had you even more convinced.You two ended up dating for the duration of your Hogwarts years and long after that.You were growing up,and you hated it.The older you got, the less time you got with Lily.Even after all these years,she still made you feel like a kid in love.So as long as the two of you were kids in love, you never really grew up.
  • Regulus:
  • I don't even know Your Name;He was lost,searching the crowd for an exit somewhere.He had no reason to stay,so he wasn't going to.Then,there you were.Your vibrant red dress was form fitting on your body,showing off every curve and edge.The strobe lights bounced off your irises, making them appear brighter and full of color. Regulus started to make his way to you, only for you to disappear in the crowd.He had searched all night for you,but with no luck.It still kills him to this very day,because he tends to dwell on what might've been, if he had found you.How could he,he didn't even know your name.
  • Severus:
  • The Weight;He was cheating on you with Lily,simple as that.He's tried to tell you that he's happier with her,yet he still wants you to stay.He's told you that he's needed time, yet he pushes you away.He's even tried to take you back dozens of times.It's like a game that goes back and forth messing with your mind,and you hate it.You can't take the pain that it's causing you, so you decided to leave Hogwarts, forever.He wasn't worth sticking around for in a place you never wanted to be in.
  • NEXT GENERATION (maybe for now)
  • James Sirius:
  • Running Low;Your relationship was doomed from the start.He had thought that he was brave enough to handle it,but he wasn't.His energy was slowly draining away,he couldn't do the things someone else could do for you.You only wanted him,but it was like he didn't care about you at all.He thought that it wasn't worth it if you could easily find love with someone else.He never meant to hurt you, but he did.He realized too late that you were the only one for him.You could never go back to him.
  • Albus:
  • Bring it Back;You broke his heart,told him that you never loved him and left, taking the pieces of his shattered heart with you.You two tried to get back together despite everything, but it would've been much worse.One day, at a party, he saw you.You were sulking in the corner staring at him intensely.You walked towards him, but he only went to find Scorpius,leaving you to look at him in bewilderment.You thought you had another shot with him, and that he would immediately take you back.He knew that it would be dangerous if it was brought back.
  • Scorpius:
  • One of Those Nights;You were young and you were in love.That was all either of you ever really needed.You ventured out in the middle of the night to swim in the black lake or to just wander the halls.Time is slipping away from us, so what can we do but live during that time as fully as we can.You didn't know what the future held for you and Scorpius, you only had hope that it would be something good.You two would take random road trips and go wherever the wind happened to blow that day. You would dance under the light of the stars,letting them watch as you glided along the ground, creating your mark on the earth.
  • Rose:
  • Air;It wasn't supposed to end like this. You were supposed to live life together, not strain to even ask how the day went.You loved each other, there was no doubt about that, but you were trying too hard.A relationship takes a lot work, but not that much.It isn't even worth a second if neither one of you is willing to put in any effort. You're stringing each other along,and it has to stop. You were supposed to just take things slow, but things sped up way too quickly. It was getting too much for both of you.You just didn't want to Admit it to Rose.She was putting more effort into it than you were,she just had more hope.
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Falling Petals Chapter 5: a horrible no good very bad day, a danny phantom fanfic | FanFiction

           Danny was having a rough day.

           It started when, at three in the morning, Skulker decided to pay him a visit via the loudest fucking flying scooter that Danny had ever heard in his life, which, mixed with him being literally slammed into the side of a brick building only minutes afterwards, led to a pounding migraine that left him in a heap on the sidewalk for a little over an hour, surrounded by the crushed bits of Skulker’s metal suit.

           At seven fifty-five, he woke up way late. As in, the-final-bell-rings-in-five-minutes-and-I-can’t-find-a-shirt-that-doesn’t-smell-like-dead-cow late. And then Mr. Lancer, his homeroom teacher, gave him a detention when he slid into the room two minutes after the final bell, wearing one of his dad’s giant Fenton Works sweatshirts with nothing underneath. Five minutes after he sat down, breathing laboriously, his ghost sense went off and he had to rush out of the room with a quick, “I have to go to the bathroom!” which resulted in another detention, as he hadn’t been given permission to leave the classroom.

           And then, as the gosh diddly darn icing on the cake, Dash Baxter met him in the hallway after second period and tripped Danny as they passed. “Oh, so sorry!” He had exclaimed overdramatically, and then he grabbed the fabric of Danny’s tired old backpack and tore a hole right through the bottom. His books and crumpled papers went flying and he ended up late for third period.

           Oh, he almost forgot to mention: Clockwork hadn’t been leaving him alone. It was always Ghost King this, Ghost King that. Danny couldn’t handle being the Ghost King, he was positive. Sure, he hadn’t had his coronation yet, but Clockwork was always mentioning training and studying. The first time his mentor brought up studying, Danny had laughed in his face. He didn’t even have time to study for his vocabulary tests, for fuck’s sake. Why couldn’t Clockwork just be the Ghost King? He seemed perfectly capable.

           Danny had decided that he couldn’t do this anymore.

           Rather than heading for the lunchroom, he trotted down the hall and towards the office. He stopped before turning the corner, put on the most pain-filled face he could muster, and slowly stepped out and made his way to the office desk.

           “Yes?” said Ms. Coverly, the secretary.

           “I feel really sick,” said Danny, forcing his voice to become hoarse. “I feel like I’m gonna throw up.”

           Ms. Coverly had pulled a face, eyed him up and down, and muttered, “You do look a bit pale…”

           Internally, Danny had taken that offensively. Externally, he nodded weakly.

           Ms. Coverly sighed and ran a hand through her ridiculously teased hair. “Alright, I’ll call your parents.”

           “Can you call my sister instead? My parents are really busy at work.”

           “Uh …”

           Danny coughed so hard his throat had actually started to hurt, making sure not to cover his mouth.

           Ms. Coverly had pulled out the phone before Danny’s cough was finished. “What’s your sister’s number?”

           And then he was in Jazz’s car, smiling broadly at her as she scowled down at him. “Just because I’m on break for the month does not mean you can call me willy-nilly and pretend to be sick.

           “You’re a blessing, Jazz. Bless you.” Danny had put his hands together as though praying, bowing twice.

           Jazz had sighed heavily.

           This was what was running through his head as he floated aimlessly through the quiet green abyss that was the Ghost Zone, turning onto his back and supporting his head with his hands. My life kinda sucks, he told himself. Just a little bit. But, hey, at least I finally got this moment of silence to myself.

           And then he was falling.

           Danny’s back hit soft grass and he flailed, yelling even after he was already on solid ground. It took him several more disorientating moments before his head wrapped around what had happened.

           He’d fallen through a natural ghost portal.

           Danny groaned, squeezed his eyes shut, and took a few moments before lifting up his head to observe where he’d ended up. Then he heard a noise that sounded a lot like a mixture of crackling electricity and rushing wind from behind, and he turned his head quickly towards where the portal had been.

           Key words: had been. It was gone. Behind it, a crowd of befuddled people stood watching him. Someone screamed out something in a foreign language, and pitchforks seemed to materialize out of thin air.

           “Fuck,” Danny said.

           “AAAAH!” The villagers said.

           They were upon him before he could blink, and Danny caught a glance at the sharp end of a pitchfork pointed directly at his skull before he phased through the ground and ended up behind the crowd.

           “Clockwork, I could really use your help here!” Danny shouted, which was, apparently, a mistake, because the villagers spun on their heel and came running after him once more. A pitchfork narrowly missed his head.

           “CLOCKWORK. I KNOW YOU CAN HEAR ME.” Danny screamed, twisting around trees but trying not to stray too far from where the natural portal had dropped him off. He was hoping and praying that it would just show up in the same place and take him back to his time, where he could flop into his bed and fall asleep. You know, now that he thought about it, leaving his room had been a Bad Idea. He never should have entered the Ghost Zone. Bad things always happened when he entered the Ghost Zone.

           Something heavy hit him in the back of his head and he hit the ground hard, later colliding with a tree. Several leaves showered down upon him.

           Danny’s bleary eyes stared down at what had caused his fall. A rock. Some fucking villager hit him in the head with a fucking rock. That migraine that he’d gotten at three in the morning from Skulker came back full force.

           “Cwockwork,” Danny muttered, his tongue feeling swollen in his mouth. He could taste blood.

           And then the scene disappeared, and he was lying on a metal floor surrounded by clocks. His head continued to swim.

           “Now, you sure did fail that test, didn’t you?” A familiar voice queried, and purple robes floated into view.

           “Twest?”

           “Of course. To become king of the Ghost Zone, you must undergo a series of highly intensive tests. Your reliance on me was a bit concerning. You must figure out how to solve problems by yourself, Danny.”

           “I fackin’ hat yoo, Cwockwork.”

           “We’ll work on your language tomorrow, hm?”

           And then Danny passed out.

Thirteen

Summary: Arat reminds you that you are hers.

Pairing: Arat x Reader, Arat x You

Word Count: 2,721

Type: One shot

Warnings: Smut, slight BDMS ??, overstimulation, swearing

Rating: NSFW

Notes: THAT GAY SHIT BRUH! Here’s some nice gay arat smut for you, please request more arat bc she is the literal loml. Anyways hope you enjoy this mess!

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Arat stood at the foot of your bed, hands on her waist and a frown resting on her untamed eyebrows. Her tawny skin was glistening with sweat and her gun was resting in the waistband of her jeans, making her seem more badass than usual. She looked pissed, but sexy. Which is how it always was.

“I can’t fucking believe you told Negan we would have a threesome with him! What the hell?!” She growls.

Your groggy eyes open a little wider at her words, trying to rack through your memories on when you had uttered those words to the boss. The pounding in your head got worse as you recalled the drunken encounter from last night. You and Negan were having some weird deep and meaningful moment about how he wasn’t sure any of his wives actually wanted to be with him and you mentioned that yourself and your girlfriend Arat would so totally be down for a threesome with the man himself – in retrospect that probably was a dumb thing to say, as you had never actually had that conversation with Arat. But, Negan was upset and you just wanted to make him feel a little better. You never thought he would remember you saying it, let alone confront your girlfriend about the conversation.

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Dan: I just can’t do it Phil

Phil: …Someone once told me… Shoot for the moon, and if you don’t make it, at least you’ll land among…like…stars

Dan: …Where you’ll float in the black abyss, aimless and alone, until your oxygen drains, your helmet cracks, and your brains get vacuumed into the freezing depths of space

Phil: …Well shit