MC does successful suicide prank (Trigger Warning)
Geez, this is dark. You okay, Nonny? Sorry it took so long to do this request. I wasn’t feeling it and I didn’t want to half ass this. It was also very hard to think of this many ways to suicide… prank. So I made some accidental pranks. Maybe I overthought it. Anyways TRIGGA WARNING YALL.
I didn’t do the minor trio cause these were hard. But I did do Vanderwood cause I was able to think of something short and fun.
“MC, please, I need to study.”
Yoosung had ignored you so much the whole weekend.
The ONLY time you two had free time this whole month.
But what could you do, he was studying to get his Ph.D.
After dealing with this all day, you took some pills to soothe your head.
You left the bottle on the coffee table and took a nap on the couch.
You woke up to Yoosung shaking you, “MC, please wake up!”
You sat up and your gaze met Yoosung’s tears.
“I-I’m taking you to the ER, right now.”
He pulled you up from the couch.
His eyes darted over to the bottle of pills on the floor.
“Oh, I spilled the bottle!”
“Wait. You didn’t?”
In that moment, Yoosung’s knees buckled and he knelt on the floor.
“Yoosung, what’s wrong??”
He couldn’t even talk between his hiccups and cries.
After putting two and two together, you realized Yoosung thought you had overdosed.
“You thought I had…?”
You didn’t even need to finish that question cause all he could do was nod and sob.
You pulled him in for a kiss and serenaded him with loving words.
“I could never. I’m so happy with you. I love you.”
Yoosung didn’t leave your side that whole night.
He rather spend time with you right now than anything else.
“I’m not so sure, Mr. Director.”
“MC, it’s a little white lie! It’ll be the big money shot.”
“But isn’t this a bit much?”
“Look, it’s been weeks and he’s still having trouble emoting everything we need him too. We’re wasting so much time and resources on this.”
“I know, but I don’t want to scare him. We don’t even know how he’s going to react!”
Before you could get a response, the director spoke into his walkie talkie, “Zen is here, action.”
You looked over to Zen, who spotted you and waved at you.
You looked back up to the director who winked at you and said, “Break a leg!” And with that, he pushed you off the scaffolding.
You fell right up until 3 feet above the ground. The only support you had, a rope around your neck.
“MC! NO NO NO!”
He ran over to you and tried to push you back up. “HELP! SOMEONE, CUT THE WIRE!”
Stagehands rushed over and cut the wire around your neck.
Zen pulled you towards him and sat you down.
“WHAT WAS THAT?!”
“No! Shut up! Do you know what you were trying to do! Do you know just how I would have felt if you succeeded?! A-are you not happy with me? I-I-I… What would I do without you?”
Zen collapsed to his knees in front of you. “What would even make you want to do this? Aren’t you happy with me? Did I do something wrong? I love you so much, my whole world almost ended with you.”
He reached his hand up to wipe the tears now on your cheek.
He pulled you into a hug, and you felt his chest heaving.
“CUT!” The director came out of his hiding spot.
“What?” Zen pulled back looking at the cameras around him.
“We did it! We finally have the shot!”
“What???” He turned back to you.
You unbuttoned your top to show a harness around your body, which is where the wire was really strung to.
“Zen, I- You were- I wasn’t on board with-”
“I told MC how you were having trouble portraying the right emotions and I thought it would be nice to do this stunt to help you along.”
Zen was angry, upset, crying, scared, but mostly relieved.
He took your hand and pulled you into his dressing room ignoring everyone else.
You spent the whole time apologizing, and Zen just held you lecturing in your ear and every now and then telling you how much he loved you.
You didn’t mean to prank Jaehee, it just came naturally.
You were in the tub trying out new bathbombs.
This one in particular had a nice red color with a sweet rose smell.
As the ball dissolved it left the water a deep red color.
“Looks like I am washing off someone’s blood. Kinda like my blood.”
As you dozed off, staring at the water you heard Jaehee come in.
Now’s good as time as any to play dead, right?
Jaehee knocked on the bathroom door but since you gave no response, she opened it to make sure you were alright.
In a matter of seconds she was shaking your shoulders and yelling, “MC? Wake up! Can you hear me? MC!!!”
“Oh my god,” She turned around and grabbed her phone
But then she turned back to you who was now awake and you smiling.
Your smile faded as you saw that her face was pale, eyes widened.
“Hey, Jaehee, it was a joke.”
No response from her.
All you feel is guilt now and all you think is, “Wow, dumb joke, me.”
“It’s okay, J–”
She cut you off and just screams at you, her grip tightening on your arms.
“It’s not okay!!! Do you know how scared I was?! Why would you even joke about this?!”
“Jaehee, your hands are hurting me.”
She realized how much of his composure she lost and let go.
“Please, don’t ever joke about this again. Never again.”
Tears forming in her eyes.
“Never. I promise.”
All you could do to reassure her was pull her into a hug.
You spent the rest of the night holding her, and telling her how happy you are to be with her.
You were having a crappy day.
The cake topper would be spilling red wine over all over your blouse.
You didn’t even have the energy to clean up.
So you sat on the couch for a minute before proceeding with your day.
Only, you fell asleep.
It wasn’t long before you jolt awake from the sound of glass shattering.
Your eyes follow the sound to Jumin who was standing by the door.
He dropped his bags, but that wasn’t the issue.
His eyes were fixed on you, fear instilled in them.
He finally let his breath go as he stumbled to you.
“MC, what would I have done if I had lost you?”
He pulled you into the tightest hug.
“If this is a joke, I don’t understand it.”
You rubbed his back, clearly not understanding what he meant.
After a moment, he pulled back to ask, “Why are you even wearing that?”
You looked down and realized the wine formed what resembled a blood stain on your chest.
“Oh, oh!!! It-I-I’m sorry! I meant to change and fell asleep!”
Jumin sighed before he started to unbutton your blouse.
“I’m getting you cleaned up.”
You blushed after realized what you thought was wrong.
“But of course, that’s after I make you remember how much I would miss you if you did leave one day.”
Saeyoung and you had driven to the top of a mountain.
You were both waiting for the sunset.
You peered the edge of a cliff to see how steep of a drop it was.
Finally you turned to Saeyoung and calmly asked, “Do you still love me?”
He looked at you a little confused but answered, “Yes.”
“Hum… This much!” He held his hands only a foot apart from each other.
“ONLY THAT MUCH?!”
He laughed right before telling you, “This much more than possible.”
Instead of hitting him like you would usually do, you smiled at him and whispered, “I love you too. And I’m so sorry…”
“Sorry for what?”
“This.” With that, you stepped over the edge.
“NO! MC!” He ran over to you faster than he ever moved.
He wasn’t even thinking and threw himself off the ledge after you
He was shocked that he landed two yards below the ledge… right in front of you
“SORRY FOR REVENGE!”
You finally got payback for the mean prank he pulled a while back.
You stuck out your tongue practically joyed that he believed it.
But you felt a drop of water on your face. Rain?
No… Saeyoung was crying.
You Fucked Up.
“W-wait. It was a joke! S-Saeyoung!?”
He pulled you into the tightest hug ever.
His entire body was trembling against you.
Just his silence alone was enough to make you regret everything.
“Saeyoung? I’m sorry. I wasn’t.. I didn’t think it through..”
“I love you so much so don’t ever take that away. Please, MC. Please…”
You hugged him back and only told him, “I’ll never take that from you.”
Now you two just had the new issue of getting back on top of the cliff.
Vanderwood walks into the room to find you face down in a pool of blood.
“MC, get up. I don’t have time for your jokes. Luciel is already a handful.”
This line stuck out a little bit to me. Since Same Old World, we haven’t really known why Lapis was even on earth in the first place, and according to this line a Lapis’ purpose is to terraform. Now, if you’re like me and have no clue what this means, look no further:
“transform a planet so as to resemble the earth, especially so that it can support human life.”
There have been some theories that Lapis were meant to be messengers, which would explain the wings, but it seems to be more than that. I think that Lapis was sent to earth in order to study it.
Now why would homeworld need her to study the earth?
But let’s not forget about the theory of Lapis being a messenger, it still has some validity to it. Lapis was on earth to gather information for the human zoo, but she still needed to relay the information back to homeworld and that’s where a different power comes into play.
The mirror thing she did with her eyes, wasn’t an accident. I think that it’s a power that all Lapis Lazuli gems have. The gem who put our Lapis in a mirror, clearly knew what she was doing, considering that’s likely how they transfer their information.
Basically, Lapis was on earth to gather information for the human zoo.
Words: 1318 Pairing: Peter Parker x Stark!Reader Featuring: Tony Stark, Steve Rogers Warnings: kinda cliche af Requested by @betty234 “ Hey! I Saw your requests are open. Could you please write a Tony Stark x reader, or maybe Peter Parker x reader one shot, with the whole soulmate au where they have tattoos that symbolizes each other and he already likes her. Thank you so much” Summary: In this world, soulmates are strange. The tattoos only appear after you have officialy met your soulmate; meaning some people never get theirs. They can also change what they look like depending on what is going on during the day. When your tattoo gets mistaken for a hickey, you have to explain what’s going on, but only find out it is much deeper then you could have ever imagined. Authors Note: i havent actually written a soulmate au before, so this was fun! After the april fools joke today, I thought it would be a good idea to post a real imagine xD
“Hey, Steve,” You sing-songed as you walked into the common room where the American flag himself was sitting. “I have a question for you.”
“Shoot, kiddo,” Steve put down the book he was reading and listened to what you had to say.
You showed Steve your computer. “I’m learning about World War Two…”
Steve laughed, “You know my experience was much different than what they might be asking you.”
You shrugged and agreed with him, but hearing his stories of those days were always interesting. “I actually had to help Peter with this topic last month,” Steve nodded, and your face turned to confusion. You didn’t really know many people your age, considering you’ve been homeschooled all your life. It was just easier for your father to keep track of you by having you home all the time, and it became much easier once the Avengers became a thing. “You know, Spider-Boy. Your dad is always helping him out with his powers.”
“Oh, right! The one that’s always super awkward around me,” You nodded, a little laugh following. You scratched your neck, moving everything ever-so-slightly out of place to reveal what was on your neck.
“Hey! What the hell is that?” Steve moved your hair out of the way and turned your neck so he could see what was hiding. “Oh thank goodness, it’s not a hickey. I would have killed you!”
was requested by a lovely anon, here’s the full request:
it be possible if you could write a fic about being in a secret relationship
with ivar but he has to marry someone else and because of this you have to
break up but he still loves you and tries to get you back and you get hurt in
battle and it all comes out you had a relationship and he does anything to make
you feel better??? Ps this is 100% my favourite blog, you have the most amazing
writing 💗💗💗 “
it a bit… Like, they’re already not together at the beginning. I hope you do
this is shit, I’m not fully satisfied with it…
read my Alex imagines here and here. And my first Ivar imagine here.
the thick brown fur tighter around your trembling body you let out a shaky
breath, your eyes focused on the far horizon; on the deep sea that separated
you from home. It’s been weeks since you’ve last seen your family, your
friends. Were they alright? Were they
safe and healthy? Those thoughts kept you awake at night, praying to the
Gods being the only thing that kept you sane. But it was all for a good cause,
or so you hoped.
You have joined Ivar’s army and
followed him to England as soon as you’ve heard of his plan to avenge his
father. He had refused to let you come at first. ‘Are you insane?!’ You remember him shouting straight to your face,
a few droplets of his spit even hitting your red cheek. ‘You’re going to get yourself killed. I won’t allow it. I cannot lose
you.’ Crawling out of your wooden cabin, he had left you utterly confused
that day. Why would he still care?
But you being your stubborn self ignored his
pleas and showed up at the deck on the morning they were sailing off – your
sword in your belt and your shield on your back, ready to fight. With an
exaggerated sigh he gave you a short nod, allowing you to get on the boat.
That was weeks ago, and now here
you were – in a foreign country, sitting on the dirty and slightly wet grass,
alone. You could hear laugher coming from the camp further in the forest, but
you didn’t want to be there. You didn’t want to see him. His thick dark hair and wide blue eyes have been hunting you
ever since before you left Kattegat. Ever since that night – the night he broke
your heart and crushed your dreams. He
had met someone else.
It wasn’t exactly how he had
phrased it, of course. He explained he had to marry soon; and his eldest
brother had found a girl who was willing to spend the rest of her life with Ivar the Boneless. You had almost
laughed out loud as these words left his rosy lips. You would have been more than happy to marry him; and deep down you
knew he knew it. But it seemed all these months together meant nothing to him.
All these walks, all these hugs, all these kisses and all these nights
spent in your little cabin that meant the world to you; meant absolutely nothing to him.
He had offered that you could
still see each other; said that things did not have to change. But you couldn’t
do it, you didn’t want to share the man you loved with some pretty blonde girl
who has only arrived in Kattegat. You asked him to leave you alone that night,
and after a few minutes of apologising he did – letting you cry yourself to
You’ve seen him around the
village every day; and every day you pretended that everything was great while
in reality your heart ached and every time your eyes met his you felt like it
was being ripped straight out of your chest.
These feelings grew even worse
when he started spending more time with her.
She was beautiful, you couldn’t deny it. Her long blonde hair shone in the
sunlight, her light blue eyes and her flawless skin gave her an angelic look
that you surely did not have. She was a lady and you were a warrior. Your skin
was scarred and your hair dirty most of the time, as you spent all of your free
time training and learning new fighting skills. Yet you could still feel his
eyes on you, watching you like a hawk. Observing your every move every time you
would cross his path.
A loud shout followed by more
drunken laughter brought you back to reality, back to England. Groaning you rose to your feet, hissing at how sore they
felt as you took a few steps towards the deep voices emerging from the forest.
Hiding your frozen face into the fur wrapped around you, you made your way to
the camp slowly, dragging your feet in the cold mud.
All eyes were on you as soon as
you emerged from behind a large pine, the fire illuminating your tired face and
messy hair. You bowed your head as your gaze met Bjorn’s, him giving you a
small nod before returning his attention to Ubbe. You could see Hvitserk and
Sigurd from the corner of your eye; eating and drinking ale. You wondered for a
minute where Ivar was. Was he sleeping
already? Or maybe just hiding in his tent? But as soon as the questions
crossed your mind you got your answer, as you heard shuffling noises coming
from your right.
You refused to look him in the
eye thought, even as he murmured your name loud enough for only you to hear,
begging you to stay. Swallowing the lump in your throat you marched towards
your small private tent – the perks of being close to all the Ragnarssons.
He has been like this even since
you’ve sailed off. Always nearby, asking you to hear him out whenever the two
of you were alone. But you did not want to listen to him. It was too hard –
having him right there, but not being
able to touch him, love him like you
used to. Who were you kidding? You still loved
him, and you always would. But you couldn’t have him, not under these
circumstances. Not when his soon-to-be wife was patiently waiting for him back
home. You were not this kind of woman.
Branches cracked under your heavy boots, letting
everyone know you were leaving even though you’ve just arrived. You thought you
heard him let out a loud sight, but you weren’t sure anymore – your mind has
been playing tricks on you these days. You always felt like someone was nearby,
observing you. But when you turned around none was ever here.
Hvitserk called out your name, making you stop
in your tracks and turn around. He offered you some food and with a gesture of
his hand and a nod of his head asked you to sit next to him. He was concerned,
you could tell. The way his brows furrowed and his lips formed a tight line
gave it away. You knew they’ve all been worried about you ever since… ever
since that night when Ivar left you.
But the worst part was that they didn’t even know what happened. Yours and Ivar’s
relationship was a secret. None was aware of you two meeting every night;
spending that time tangled under your sheets; breathing heavily as your bodies
moved together. Not even his brothers. So when you started acting strangely –
spending less time on the training grounds, avoiding them and barely speaking
to them, the Ragnarssons got curious and started asking questions. But you
always brushed them away with a small smile and a carefree wave of your hand,
saying they wouldn’t understand.
Smiling at him, you shook your head slowly,
declining his offer, and you could practically hear him sigh even from where you were standing, on the other side
of the burning fire. You weren’t even that
hungry but the way he looked at you, with
pity, his eyes filled with what resembled sadness, made you feel
uncomfortable and guilty. He was like
a brother to you, they all were. And it pained you to see him like this, all because of you.
Closing your eyes for a second, you took a deep
breath to calm your nerves before re-opening them again. Your heartbeat
quickened as you noticed the youngest son of Ragnar sitting on the log next to
his brother now. How did he even get
there so quickly? With another slow puff, you smiled at Hvitserk once more
before turning back around, leaving the group behind as fast as your aching
legs would let you.
You had a long day ahead of you and
needed to rest. If the weather conditions permitted it, your army was to attack
tomorrow. You had to be ready.
Shouts and grumbles of impatient warriors woke
you at an ungodly hour. Squinting your eyes, you peered to your left only to be
met with nothing; like you did every
morning for the last couple of months. It was automatic, really. A bad habit.
One you couldn’t wait to get rid of.
Your night had been really short but eventful;
filled with realistic dreams of the only man whom you did not wish to dream of
anymore. You’ve woken up more than once, sweat pooling down your flushed face,
shivers running down your spine as your eyes wandered around the dark shadows
in a search of him. But he wasn’t
here, and deep down you were grateful of that.
Throwing the furs off your body, you got up and
immediately put on your armour. The smell of freshly roasted chicken reached
your nostrils and as in on cue, your stomach grumbled. Peering out of your
tent, you easily spotted where the mouth-watering scent came from and made your
way there; greeting a few fellow Vikings on your way.
You sat near the shield maidens, not paying
much attention to their conversation as you dig in; barely chewing before
swallowing. You probably looked like Hvitserk at the moment, very unwomanly
like, but you couldn’t care less. You were starving.
Deep in thought about the oncoming battle, you
did not notice the man who a few feet away from you just as you reached for a
second piece of meat. You did not feel his eyes on you; so soft and filled with
love. He just sat there, silent. Taking in your features he had missed so much.
Leaving you was the hardest thing Ivar had to
do in his life so far. He loved you, yet he left. Deep down, Ivar felt like he
never was enough for you. So he believed leaving you was the best thing to do.
He knew you would find someone new; someone who’d make you smile wider and
laugh louder than he did. A nice Viking who would take good care of you; not an
irritable and stubborn man like him. He believed you deserved to be with someone
who would fill all of your desires and turn your life into dream. Not with a
selfish young brat with a passion for murder and blood.
So when Bjorn introduced him to the blonde
woman, a princess of some sort, he saw it as an opportunity. He did not love
her like he loved you; he couldn’t even stand the woman. She was too fragile,
too shy for him. She was weak and boring, always complaining about everything;
while you were the strongest woman he has ever met, always with a smile
plastered to her face. She was your polar opposite.
But he couldn’t marry a warrior; it was way too
risky and complicated. So he went with Bjorn’s offer, and decided to marry the
Clearing his throat, he finally got your
attention. Ivar smiled uncomfortably as the look of pure panic crossed your
bright E/C eyes. But you did not budge and he sighed in relief, settling back
in a more comfortable position with his legs thrown straight in front of him. He
ran his hands up and down his tights, easing the pain. You diverted your eyes
away from them as soon as you caught yourself staring, although you knew he did
not mind. You’ve seen his legs on multiple occasions; he wasn’t ashamed of them
in front of you.
Looking around you’ve only now noticed the few
women who surrounded you only minutes ago were now gone and the closest person
was a slave cleaning some armours, standing what seemed like miles away from
the log you were sitting on.
Throwing the last chicken bone into the still
burning fire, you cleaned your hands using your tunic. You could hear your
heartbeat in your ears growing louder and faster, but you refused to move, to
What did he want? Didn’t he see how he was just making
things more difficult by trying to get to you every single day? You could see
him shuffle from the corner of your eye, his body moving an inch closer to
yours. He took in a deep breath before opening his mouth.
“I don’t want you at the front of the line
today, Y/N.” He said softly, making your brows furrow. You turned to face him
and was met with the big blue eyes you’ve missed so much. But you could not
believe what he was saying. You were one of his best warriors, always in the
“What?” You asked, your breath short and voice
sharp it made him gulp slowly, leaving you quite satisfied.
“I want you to stay back, only attack if you
really have to.” You were beyond enraged by now. Standing up, you huffed and
were ready to stamp off when he grabbed you tightly by the wrist, bringing your
body closer to his. You gasped at the sudden movement, your messy hair falling
into your eyes. “I don’t want you to get hurt, love.” And as this word left his mouth, you lost it. The way his
blue eyes bore into yours, the way his lips curved as his thumb caressed the
dry skin of your wrist was way too much for you to handle on such a day.
“You don’t get to tell me what to do
anymore, Ivar.” Breaking away from his grasp, you brought your hand to your
chest holding it there as for a few more seconds you stared into his
mesmerizing eyes. You gave him a stern look to which he responded with another
small smile before you turned around, marching back towards your tent to get
your shield and get ready to leave; blinking back the tears that threatened to
spill down your puffy cheeks.
You were stubborn, extremely stubborn. And as much as Ivar wanted to yell at you from
his chariot; chase you and reprimand you for disobeying his orders, he
couldn’t. Instead he smiled a smile barely visible to the human eye. He was
scared, terrified even. But also so proud of the warrior you had become.
He watched from afar as you ran among the
others Vikings; your shield securely placed in front of you and your sword
pointing towards the enemy. You looked furious; your body radiating such
energy. He could practically hear you growl and see your eyes darken as you
made your way to the front, slashing bodies on your way. His breath hitched as
he saw the Saxon’s blood splash over your gorgeous face. A wicked smirk pulled
at the corners of your lips as some of it reached your tongue, the metallic
taste taking over your senses.
The way your body moved so freely, so naturally, got him in a trance. He
couldn’t keep his eyes off of you. That is until Floki shouted his name, giving
him an annoyed look before he took off, an axe in his hand.
The battle was in full swing, the Saxons
defending themselves well; but Ivar had faith in his army. He had no doubt
about their victory. His victory. His
blue eyes shone with mischief as he watched his man slaughter the poor
bastards, laughing occasionally as some of them begged for mercy on their
He looked from his chariot as his army
progressed leaving massacred, bloodied bodies behind. Screams, groans and the
smell of blood filled the chilly air, leaving the prince grinning, satisfied.
He felt at the top of the world, as if Odin himself was patting him on the
back. His heart full with pride.
Defeated, the Saxons started to retreat,
running away from the Heathen’s army as fast as their damaged physiques let
them. Moving his chariot forward, Ivar smirked; his cheeks almost ached. He had
led his people to victory.
But the moment was short lived as from the
corner of his eye he saw the familiar mess of H/C hair, lying motionless on the
ground. Adrenaline rushed through his veins as he practically threw himself off
the chariot, crawling his way over the dead bodies until he reached you.
Turning you around, his worried eyes examined
your frame, his hands immediately moving up to cup your cold face. You were
alive. He could feel your faint pulse under his thumb as he stroke it down your
neck, letting him know that your heart was still beating. His breaths grew
heavier and his hands clammy as he frantically looked around, silently praying
to the Gods to send a healer your way.
A small whimper followed by a cough made him
turn back to face you, his mouth hanging agape. Your beautiful E/C eyes fluttered
open, focusing on him as you tried to push yourself up onto your elbows – but
you gave up as soon as you tried, an agonizing pain taking over your left side.
Looking down you noticed a dark patch of thick blood coating your tunic. You
let your head fall back down, only for Ivar to catch it before it hit the hard
“Don’t move.” He murmured as you reached for
the wound with your free hand, chocking on his words. Your eyes met his once
more and you couldn’t help but to smile at how concerned he looked.
“I’m alright.” You replied tiredly, coughing
out some blood. Alarmed, Ivar brought your body closer to his; holding you to
his chest as his hand moved to your side; covering the wound so you wouldn’t
bleed out. Your head felt heavy and your
mind dizzy; your vision blurred. Yawning, you decided to close your eyes only
to open them seconds later as the blue-eyed Viking called your name.
“Don’t close your eyes.” His fingers played
with your hair as he looked down at you, paying close attention to the sounds and
expressions you made. What was he even on
about? Furrowing your brows, you scoffed, burying your head into his warm
chest. You could feel him yell more
than you could hear it; his chest swelling up and vibrating as he called for
Heavy footsteps made the ground around you
shake as you laid immobile in Ivar’s arms; breathing in and out, in and out slowly. You felt good,
really. At peace. You were finally
back in the arms of your lover; back where you belonged. A hint of guilt
pinched at your heart as you remembered the princess back in Kattegat but it
did not last long, as another pair of strong arms wrapped themselves around
your spent body; lifting you off Ivar’s lap.
And that’s when you realised you weren’t alright. Your whole body felt
numb and cold. You could feel that the tip of your nose, your fingers and your
toes were frozen. You could feel
blood and saliva running down your exposed neck; the wound on your side opening
up as the person carried you somewhere. You cried out, with all the force you
had left. Screaming in agony as they placed you on a wooden floor.
“I’m right here, love.” His voice was trembling, soft yet filled with so many
different emotions. Pain, fear, dread. He wasn’t ready to lose you. Not now, not ever. He was planning on talking to you
after the battle, not letting you go until you listen to him this time. He
wanted to tell you he was going to leave her,
and be with you again.
He was going to hold you, kiss you and eventually
make love you again, after all those months. It was all organised in his mind.
You were supposed to go back to Kattegat together, and get married. You’d move
in with him and start a family. He couldn’t care less about what his men or his
brothers would say. He wanted you and
only you. You were the right person
But now here you were, lying in his arms again
while his older brother drove the chariot to the camp. He was convinced
everything would go back to normal, but once again he could feel it slip right through
Tears filled your eyes as you watched him bite
on his lower lip nervously. Were you
going to die? Gods, you hoped not.
“I- Ivar.” You chocked out, groaning at how dry
your throat felt. His focus was on you in a second, blue eyes boring into
yours. You gave him a reassuring smile, your right hand moving up to his face. He
did not try to stop you but moved his face into your palm instead. You felt him
relax under your touch, your thumb tracing circles on his hot skin. He was so warm compared to you.
“Rest, Y/N. They’re going to take care of you.”
He said and you swear you saw a single tear run down his cheek. You nodded your
head slowly, relieving in his warmth and his sweet calming words. “I love you,
Y/N. Don’t leave me.”
His words were the only thing keeping your head
out of the water; giving you strength and will. You could only nod and hoped
the way you looked up at him was enough to let him know that you loved him too.
The noise around you increased; voices and
hushed grew louder – signalling you were almost there.
Taking one last glance at the man of your
dreams, your lips curved into a small smile. You loved him; you trusted
him with your whole life. You knew he was going to get you out of here; take
good care of you.
Ivar’s hand found yours, squeezing it tightly –
letting you know he was right here,
and he would always be from now on. Closing your eyes, you finally let yourself
relax knowing you were going to be taken care of. Knowing that when you open
them again, the first thing you’ll see will be him and that you’ll never have
to keep them away from him ever again.
A/N: I hope y’all weren’t expecting a great ending; you should know by now that I suck at these lol
“Mmm, Cas, yes..” you trailed off as your hands threaded into the dark brown locks that belonged to the angel between your thighs.
“L-left,” you whimpered, guiding his head to your right and his left so that his tongue drug across your folds perfectly- “fuuck, right there… oh god.”
You cried out as his tongue swiped up and down, leaving you panting and writhing beneath him as your orgasm washed you over only a second later, your throbbing sex exploding with the intense pleasure you’d been chasing after for the last hour before Cas pulled away.
You’ve all heard about HarrDuck, but have you taken the time to consider Loutten, AKA Louis the Kitten? This conspiracy might just be one of, if not, the most plausible conspiracy we’ve ever covered on this blog. Let’s get into it.
Most widely popularized by James Corden of the Late Late show (seen above), the conspiracy that Louis Tomlinson is in fact a kitten began when James himself requested a member of One Direction to stand in as his Bond Villain cat. Who would he happen to chose? Without any hesitation? None other than Louis William Tomlinson. While this was a shock to some people, to see him so effortlessly “impersonate” a feline, this conspiracy actually has quite the background of substantial evidence, each piece of proof getting more and more convincing as we move along…
Proof #1: The scrunchy face
Quite the resemblance for someone just “squinting”
The comparison between Louis Tomlinson in his natural state of joyful detestation and that of a cat in a similar state are eerily similar, right down to the whiskers. Does this mean that Louis has been a feline all along?
Proof #2: Sweaterpaws
Sweaterpaws. PAWS. P A W S.
While many a human can control themselves when presented or robed in a baggy/oversized garment, it would appear that one Louis Tomlinson could not do the same. Is it because he’s youthful at heart? Or, more plausibly, because kittens love to paw at floppy fabrics/strings/knits/anything that dangles?
Here’s where things get really real for this conspiracy…
Proof #3: Exclusive candid photo of HarrDuck and Loutten sharing a smooch
Compared to a photoshopped picture of what “human” Louis and Harry would look like kissing, the resemblance? Uncanny.
This is one of the more startling pieces of evidence in favour of Loutten and HarrDuck. The fact that this piece of proof reflects consistency in both conspiracies is what truly makes this piece of evidence feel more meaningful and important. Still not convinced? Well…
Proof #4: Exclusive footage of other members of One Direction holding “unknown” kittens while Louis remains out of frame or “absent”
Both Tabby cats…blue collars…seems…odd.
Sure, we can look at these pieces of evidence as mere oversights, maybe those are other kittens, they can’t possibly be Louis how absurd! …Or is it? In the first picture, Zayn Malik is pictured with an unidentified kitten. As we know, Louis and Zayn used to be particularly close (we’ve all seen the “joint lit, happy days” leaked footage) so it wouldn’t be out of character for them to have been hanging out outside of work-related obligations. “Human” Louis has no alibi to explain his whereabouts at the time of the picture, which only further pushes the idea that Louis is that kitten.
The second piece with band member Liam Payneseems to come with an alibi, Louis was also on stage at this point (just out of frame of this gif) however because Jimmy Kimmel is pre-recorded who knows what kind of editing techniques could’ve been used here. The fact that there’s exclusive cutting and quick camera work when we get a full picture of all the boys leads us here at 1Dunsolved to believe the “porno background” Harry spoke of was more than likely a green screen to allow a projection of “human” Louis while kitten Louis was cradled in a teacup.
This brings us to our most relevant and shocking piece of evidence. If you weren’t convinced yet, this HAS to do the trick…!
Proof #5: Even Google believes Louis is a kitten
In this case, 2+2=4
So what is the truth? Will we ever know? If this is true, what does this mean for Louis’ future solo career? With 2/4 members potentially existing as human/animal hybrids of sorts, what does the future look like for One Direction? However much evidence we think we have, there is no confirmation of this theory by Louis or his reps. We tried calling multiple times and they blocked our number… Awkward.
serious question here! How does the voices of your OCs sound like? Especially Kiis?
Omg. I actually thought about this for a long time LOL. I remember I would used to listen to singers and be like “This is what this character sounds like” BUT LMAO OK GOD I FEEL SO WEEB BC ALL THE VOICES I’VE CHOSEN ARE FROM JAPANESE VOICE ACTORS I WANT TO CRY. I’ll put up links added to the VA’s name so you can listen along and imagine with me AHHHHH
Can I just say that Mamoru Miyano is one of my favorite voice actors. He’s really good at doing pretty sinister voices– but at the same time peppy ones??? Which is good since Micah’s pitch tends to change whether he’s awake or sleepy haha.
Oh boy I love Kana’s voice lol. It’s super cute! But not obnoxiously cute?? Like the perfect balance of cute and feisty huuu. AND CONFESSION UH THIS ISN’T TECHNICALLY A PICTURE OF NURI, BUT ANOTHER OC I HAVE THAT I DON’T DRAW ANYMORE, BUT STRONGLY RESEMBLES WHAT SHE WOULD LOOK LIKE WITH COLORS LOL.
Omg tbh finding a voice for Sin was so freaking hard because their voice is pretty ambiguous??? So like from the bunch, the closest voice I think resembles Sin the best are the more calmer sounding voices, for example the voice clip of Allen Walker (D Gray Man) and Shin Aonuma (Shinsekai Yori), but even then it’s still so tricky ahh
I really love his voice for Hisoka tbh– I can picture Willow having a voice where he just… has a tinge of lust– or blood lust in it LOL. Kinda creepy, but melodic too. Rather than linking to the different voices that Daisuke did, I just linked Hisoka moments ahaha.
That headcanon about Spy's face was really dark and interesting. Can I read your fanfic anywhere?
Unfortunately that fanfic is written in German, but I can give you a rough summary:
Sort-of headcanon/origin story for Spy:
Long before he was recruited by Mann Co. he worked as an assassin and
secret agent in many European countries and later all over the world.
He realised too late that the government he had been working for that
time, was planning to get rid of him because he learned too much.
It was shortly after he left Scout’s mum when he was lured into a trap in a chemical factory.
As a result of a
huge explosion there he lost lot of his teeth and his face was disfigured beyond any recognition.
The government thought he was dead, but he managed to escape, at the brink of death.
He received a brand new face with plastic surgery and a set of artificial teeth from an underground doctor who owed him a favour.
As soon as he had recovered he left the country with a new identity and went underground for some time.
The explosion didn’t only take Spy’s face and teeth, it also took his sense of smell.
To this day his nose is very sensitive and easily
irritated, so he usually covers
it with his mask.
Since anosmic people can’t taste food either
they don’t enjoy eating as much as other people.
one of the reasons Spy is so skinny: He just doesn’t care much for food
because he can’t enjoy the taste and smell of it.
can’t smell he’s secretly scared of smelling unpleasantly, so he takes a
shower at least twice a day and brushes his teeth after every meal.
He has, however, mastered the skill of covering up his anosmia. He guesses smells and tastes from the way people around him react to things. None of his teammates know that he can’t smell (even if he sometimes acts peculiar).
When Spy met Scout’s mum again after all those years she didn’t recognise him. His face was completely different, his
English had improved and he had used a different name back then.
Sometimes Spy looks at Scout and tries to remember what his original face looked like, to see if his son resembles him.
Despite all the years that have passed, he still feels slightly uncomfortable and sometimes startles when he sees
himself in the mirror.
Summary: Bucky’s POV; It’s been nearly thirty years since you were separated from the man you called Зима, Zima, Winter. He was made to forget you, and he never knew why. What had the two of you done wrong? Now that he’s found you again… well…
Warnings: Angst, Fluff-ish
Her hand so small in mine. Her skin is warm and soft and
just as I remember. The slow rise and fall of her chest should bring me
comfort. I suppose it would if she didn’t also have a tube down her throat. They
tell me she’ll be fine, that she’ll wake up in time, but there’s no way to know
how long it’ll take. There’s no sound in the room aside from the beeping of the
machines and the pumping ventilator.
“Soldat, this is (Y/N).”
I remember the fear in her eyes, and at the time I thought
it was me she was afraid of.
“We’re giving her to
It was like they were giving me a pet. They made me
responsible for her, gave me freedom I didn’t have before her. She was a soft
light through the darkness.
“Come on, Зима. Please?”
“You have to stay
“But I can help.”
“You’re not ready to
be in the field. Maybe next time.”
“As long as you
promise to stay out of trouble while I’m gone.”
She smiled, her eyes bright with hope. I should have taken
her with me. Maybe she would have been okay.
A soft knock on the door pulls me out of my silent reverie.
Steve comes in, sympathy clear in his face.
“It’s been two days, Buck.”
“I’ll wait here for two weeks if I have to.”
He sighs, picking up a chair and setting it down beside me
for taking a seat.
“Who is she?” he asks.
“She was my everything when I had nothing. I didn’t know
what to think of her when they gave her to me. I trained her, taught her
everything I knew. At first, it was like a having pet or a child. I wasn’t
supposed to fall in love with her.”
“So what happened?”
“I left on a mission. She asked to come with me, but I told
her she needed to stay, made her promise to stay out of trouble. All I wanted
to do was protect her. Everything was fine until I started asking for her. They
put me in that chair, strapped me down.” I caress the back of her hand with my
thumb, “When they brought her out, she had a black eye. Her face was swollen.
She had no fight left in her when they sat her across from me. They wiped me in
front of her. I can still hear her begging them to not to do it. She blamed
herself.” When I finally look at him, I find him staring at her face with a
complex expression twisting his features, “They put me back under, and when I
woke up she was gone, not that it mattered. I mean, my memory of her was gone
until a couple of years ago. Even then, I thought she was dead.” I turn my
attention back to her, giving her hand a gentle squeeze, “I just want her to
wake up. I want to make things right.”
“I won’t ask you to leave her, but I did bring you a change
of clothes and some other stuff I thought you might need.”
I smile, patting his back with my free hand, “Thanks, pal.”
“Go change.” He says, gesturing to the small duffel bag by
the door, “I’ll keep an eye on her.”
I nod, standing and taking up the bag from the floor. Even
though I know the odds of her waking up while I’m gone are slim to none, I
still hesitate at the door. I spare one more glance to her sleeping face before
finally leaving the room.
After a week, we arranged for a cot to be put her room.
Every night, Steve spends about thirty minutes with her while I get cleaned up.
After a month, it seems like everyone around me is starting
to give up hope. I can’t give on her.
I need to know what she remembers. I need to know what they
told her. I need her to know that what happened was not her fault. Above
everything, I need her to know that I loved her, that I love her.
The heart monitor begins to scream as her heart rate proceeds
to climb. My first thought is that I’m losing her. I stand at her side, leaning
down so that my lips are beside her ear, and I beg her not to leave me. Then
her eyes open and she’s gasping around the ventilator tube. I try to keep her
calm as doctors and nurses flood the room.
Even though she’s looking at me, I’m not sure she’s actually
seeing me. Her eyes stay on me as I’m pushed from the room.
It’s been a week, and they still won’t let me see her.
A meeting’s been called. Everyone sits in their usual seats
around the large conference table. Bruce is the last to join us as he’s accompanying
Helen; they’ve both taken responsibility for (Y/N)’s care. She gives Steve a
small stack of files. He takes one and sends the rest around the table. I’m the
last to get one; (Y/N)’s name is printed on the edge.
“The files you’ve been given contain everything I’m about to
show you along with the transcripts over every evaluation she’s undergone in
the last two days and the results of all medical exams.”
Natasha picks up the tablet that sits on the table in front
of her and taps a few buttons before a projection comes up at the front of the
room. (Y/N)’s picture takes up half the screen while the other half is
dominated by her information.
“Everyone, I’d like you to meet (Y/N) (Y/M/N) (Y/L/N). Born in
a military hospital in Spain on _____, 1969. Biologically, she’s 47, physically
22. (Hair Color). (Eye Color). (Height) inches tall and weighing approximately (Weight)
pounds.” The slide changes to a picture of the facility she was recovered from.
“A month and a half ago, she was found in a state of cryogenic sleep in this
HYDRA facility in France. After comparing her blood to that of both Captain Rogers
and Sergeant Barnes, it is apparent that she has a trace amount of the altered
serum in her system. FRIDAY, the light please.” The room darkens as the image
on the screen shifts, “This is the first interview, conducted a few hours after
she first woke up. Her voice is soft and little hoarse. Refer to transcript
number one if necessary.”
The video starts, the camera focused on (Y/N)’s face.
“Do you know your
She nods. “(Y/N).”
“My name is Natasha. I
just need to ask you a few questions. Is that okay?”
(Y/N) nods again.
“Do you know where you
“They tell me I’m in
“That’s right. What can
you tell me about yourself?”
(Y/N) shakes her head and shrugs her shoulders.
“It’s okay if you don’t
remember. (Y/N), I want to show you some pictures. Would that be okay?”
“What kind of
“Scenery. People. Some
things that might help jog your memory.”
The first picture is shown to the camera – a snowy scene
with the Siberian facility in the distance – before being passed to (Y/N).
“Do you know what you’re
“Siberia. The building
“Good. How about this
It’s a wide-shot of the inside of the facility. (Y/N)
visibly flinches as she takes the picture. She stares at it in silence for a
moment before turning it face down on the bed.
“And this one?”
It’s an image of the chair, the very thing that played a
part in our separation.
Her voice has fallen to a whisper, fear and recognition
clear on her face.
“Okay. Do you know
Even I don’t remember his name, but I know he was there. He was
always there. (Y/N) looks confused as she shakes her head.
“And this one?”
Fear takes her over again, and she refuses to even touch the
picture. The beeping of her heart monitor begins to speed up as does the rise
and fall of her chest.
tears the picture in half and tosses it to the floor, “Take a deep breath. It’s okay.” (Y/N) nods, tears now filling her
eyes, “Just two more.”
It’s me, but it’s a recent picture.
“He was there when I woke
“He was. Okay. Last
It’s a picture of me as the soldier, as the man she called…
“Зима. Winter.” She snatches the picture from
Natasha’s hands and holds it tight, “He’s
alive. He was here.”
“He is here.”
“Can I see him?”
“Not yet but you will
soon. I promise.”
“Can I keep these?”
(Y/N) picks up the other picture of me and sets it atop the
The screen goes black, and the lights come back up.
“As you can see, recalled quite a bit more than expected. She
was given some time to rest after this and he physical evaluation was complete.
She’s completely healthy, and her mind is recovering quickly. The second
interview, conducted two days later, covers the circumstances of her capture as
well as her connection to the Winter Soldier.”
(Y/N)’s sitting cross-legged on her hospital bed across from
Natasha. They’re playing some kind of card game.
“How are you feeling
“You certainly sound
“They say my throat is
“Do you mind answering
some more questions for me?”
(Y/N) looks up at Natasha, “What kind of questions?”
relationship with Winter and the circumstances of your capture.”
(Y/N) bites her lip and fiddles with the cards in her hands
before nodding, “Okay.”
“Let’s start with how
you ended up with HYDRA.”
“I had just started a
new job as a secretary for some tech company. It was early 1989; I was almost
twenty. I left work late one night. The last thing I remember before waking up
in that place was walking into my apartment.” She seems lost in thought,
her gaze distant as she continues her story, “During my first year there, Vasily took care of me.”
“And when you say he
took care of you, what do you mean?”
“Looking back, I guess
you could say it resembled the way a father cares for his child. Oddly enough,
he made me feel safe.”
“How did you come to
“Vasily gave me to
“Gave you to him?”
“He told me that it
was so I could be trained, but Winter took over my care after that. At first,
he was like a brother to me, but by the end of that first year…”
“It was more than
that, wasn’t it?”
(Y/N) shrugs, “I loved
him. The day we were separated was the hardest day of my life.”
“Tell me about that.”
“He’d gone on a mission.
I wanted to go with him. I thought I was ready, but he didn’t so he told me to
stay. He made me promise to stay out of trouble while he was gone, but once he
was gone, Vasily had me tortured.”
“Do you know why?”
“He said the Soldier
was too attached, that he needed to learn a lesson. He just never explained
what that lesson was. They sat us across from each other.” She wipes at the
tears that fall slowly down her cheeks, “They
turned on that machine. I tried everything to make them stop. I told them it
was my fault. Vasily agreed, but he said that hearing Winter’s screams while
they erased me from his memory was my punishment.”
“Do you remember
anything else after that?”
“Only a sharp pain in
my neck. Then I woke up in this bed.”
Natasha nods her head and sets her hand of cards down, “Thank you, (Y/N), for confiding in me. I know
it must be difficult to talk about all of this.”
“You have kind eyes, and…” (Y/N) meets Natasha’s gaze steadily and
smiles, “I trust you.”
The screen goes black once again, and Natasha turns to look
at me. Everyone else’s gazes follow.
“Bucky,” she says, “I’m hoping you can fill in the blanks.”
“There’s nothing to tell. She was taken away from me in
every way possible. I only started to remember her a couple of years ago; even
then, I never expected her to still be alive.”
“Is there anything else?” Steve asks, breaking the tense
silence that’s formed.
“One more video, taken when she sent for me yesterday.”
The video starts as she speaks.
“I was told you wanted
to see me.”
“You know, I’ve spent
the last couple of days staring at these pictures. While my head understands
that they’re the same person, I truly only recognize one of them.” (Y/N)
picks up the image of the Winter Soldier, “I
know him, but that’s not him anymore. Is it? Does this new version of him not
want to see me? Is that why everyone keeps saying that I can’t see him?”
Natasha, in an attempt to keep (Y/N)’s gaze on her, takes (Y/N)’s
face in her hands as she begins to cry.
“He has been here
every day trying to get in here. He gets the same answers as you.”
“I just want to see
him before I forget again. I don’t want to forget. I don’t want to be
She begins sobbing, and Natasha pulls her into her arms, “Tomorrow. I don’t care what anyone says.”
The room is silent as the video ends. My left hand is fisted
against my knee. My eyes zero in on the image on her attached to the open file
that sits in front of me.
I look up at Steve when he calls my name.
“Go.” He says with a nod of his head.
Before anyone can say anything else, I’m on my feet and
moving as fast as I can to the medical floor, opting for the stairs over the
elevator. Several people shout at me to stop, telling me that I can’t go into
her room. I nearly knock a hole in the wall as I shove the door open.
She watches me with weary eyes as I close the space between
us. She rises to her knees at the edge of the bed, cautiously reaching her
hands up to touch my face.
“Зима…” she whispers.
“Everyone calls me Bucky now.”
She smiles, “Bucky. That’s going to take some getting used
“We’ve got time.” I reply, tucking her hair gently behind
her ear, “I never thought I’d see you again.”
“I never thought you’d remember me.”
“But I did, and I swear I’m never going to forget you again.”
I hold her face between my hands, my thumb dangerously close
to her lips. Her hands move to rest against the sides of my neck in the moment
before she raises those lips to meet mine.
A/N: Hey guys! Do you think this needs a second part? Cause it might get one. I haven’t decided yet.
Update: It got a second part… and will get a third… and however many parts I need to give this a satisfying ending.
Inspired by and based on @shsl-shipper-gamer-fangirl‘s
Dangan Thieves AU with Nanami and Hinata, I made my own contribution
with everyone’s favourite (or at least the majority of people’s
favourite) ultimate lucky student! I tried to make the confidant screen
similar to the way the AU creator made their one with Nanami and Hinata
but mine looks so much messier because I’ve never done stuff like that,,,and of course the second picture is a rough sketch of a phantom thief Komaeda fghjkl and the third is my attempt at a sprite edit
I made a few details on how I
think it would go in this AU…I think Komaeda would play a role perhaps
similar to Futaba, but only in the sense I think that he’d probably
have a palace of his own which you would have to go through to get him
on your team actually…!! but I haven’t decided on all the details for the palace so I decided not to include it (yet)
but again the AU credit goes to @shsl-shipper-gamer-fangirl entirely, even this post is structured in a similar way!! all I did was make the details for Ko and edited/drew the pictures above
firewalker post-ep au, second installment in my x files rewatch series. (the two stories i’ve posted insofar are unrelated to each other; there’s no planned connection between these stories.)
summary: She almost died a few weeks ago. But she is here, alive. And her partner has kissed her.
note: i have little to no knowledge of quarantines, so this is probably horrifically inaccurate.
Trepkos disappears into the volcano with Jesse O’Neil and Scully waits for the government to arrive in the dark, rubbing her raw wrist. It feels almost normal, after everything that’s happened, and that feels worse than anything.
“You okay?” She jolts at the sound before she realizes it’s just Mulder; they should turn some goddamn lights on. She turns towards him in the shadowy room, still rubbing the sore spots. “Your wrist hurts,” he says quietly.
He’s spoken quieter to her since she was returned, touched her more. She’s not sure whether she likes it or is annoyed by it, but she’d felt the weight of his hand on her shoulder for long minutes after he’d left. Now he touches her wrist gently, turning it over to try and examine it in the nonexistent light. “I’m fine, Mulder,” she says determinedly. “It’s just a little sore. All things considered, I’d say I’m pretty well off.” (They don’t know that they aren’t infected, she thinks. They could be dying right now.)
“C’mon, let’s take a look at this,” he says stubbornly, in that soft, nudging way he’d had since the abduction. Somehow, they both move in opposite directions at the same time and she crashes fully into him. And then the next thing she knows, he is kissing her. His hands soft on her hips, his mouth hot on hers. She kisses him back with something like eagerness, anticipation, until he pulls away.
“We should… find you something,” he says unevenly. “For your wrist.”
“Mulder…” she starts.
“Scully, I’m sorry.” His hand is still cupping her wrist; he lets go and turns to head down the hall. “I’ll be right back.”
His footsteps echo down the empty hall, eerie in the dark like they’re in a haunted house. People have died here, she remembers. She almost died a few weeks ago. But she is here, alive. And her partner has kissed her.
“You don’t have to be sorry,” she says to the empty room.
Will quickly pulled me up the staircase that led to a heavy metal door. A gush of cold air hit me as the door opened. Bright lights lit up the concrete rooftop revealing a pool, accompanied by tables and lounge chairs. The lights in the pool were gradually changing colors of the rainbow. Which was reflecting off the glass railing that divided the patio from the side of the building.
summary: Thomas didn’t appreciate someone else putting a glass ceiling on his options. It wasn’t like he actually wanted a relationship with Hamilton to be within the realm of possibility but fuck anyone who thought he couldn’t make it happen if he tried to.