#fuck I don’t think I could keep up with clean colored pieces

[doodledrawsthings]

Me: “Hmmmmm not sure if I’m gonna do art fight this year I’m trying to have a better work life balance with drawing and every year I get overly stressed about keeping up-“

Artfight: heres the new teams! Two of your favorite concepts/aesthetics that thematically fit well with most of your OC’s are throwing hands this year!

Me: “ah.”

#hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm #hm hm hm hm #fuck I don’t think I could keep up with clean colored pieces #if I do this year I might just keep to monochrome sketches for attacks #artfight #ramblings #Change of plans I guess #maybe just do what I did last year focus less on attacks and more on defenses

[vetitiscripta]

some sfw and nsfw headcanons for tpof ren please🦊🙏🏻 instantly fell in love with your writing and craving the foxy dilf

oh anon you’re so sweet, i’m glad you like my writing! AND YOU MAY ABSOLUTELY HAVE DILF REN HEADCANONS I AM ON MY HANDS AND KNEES FOR THAT MAN I AM BARKING LIKE A DOG

sfw

he lets you run your fingers over his scars, tracing them. if he’s feeling up to it, he’ll even tell you the story behind them

still a big anime fan so on his days off he likes to just relax with you and do anime marathons

since ren lives in different apartments, of course you go with him when he moves locations. he found an apartment by the bunker to stay in while you were recovering. traveling while you have multiple open wounds seems like a hassle so he figured it would just be easier to get a place nearby

YOU ARE SO SPOILED!! anything you want, its yours. you once mentioned how you miss all the games you had and you woke up the next morning to just about every new gaming console under the tv, already plugged in and games loaded on them. sometimes you have to be careful with what you offhandedly mention wanting because he will get it for you (he just likes seeing you happy, he lives for your smile)

once you are trusted with being outside (something that took quite a while for you to earn), he will absolutely take you out and about in town just to A) show you off and B) take you on shopping trips. he 100% has a black card. ANYTHING YOU WANT, YOU GET! that sweater is $1500? sure, get one in every color. you like the glass elephant that is made purely of crystal? it can be a decorative piece on the dining table

despite how spoiled you are, you are not free from being punished. you don’t get punished as much anymore, but at the beginning of your relationship, you defied him, hoping that you could get away (either running away or by death, you didn’t care at that point). ren has been through his fair share of punishments, he’s told you such; he knows how to leave a memorable punishment to help you understand. he’s also not above bringing out the shock collar in case the punishments aren’t enough

but after every punishment, he always cleans you up and cuddles with you, stroking your hair as you cry into his chest. depending on how far in the relationship it is, he can feel bad for punishing you but he knows that it’s to help you behave and understand

before you’re trusted to be left alone in the apartments, he’ll bring you with him to the bunker when he’s streaming. the first time you realized where you were, you almost threw up from the pure panic that spread through you. ren cupped your face and kissed you to help calm you down, but he would be lying if he said he didn’t find how absolutely terrified you were adorable. while he’s streaming you are left in the hands of rhino and kangaroo, who you have come to enjoy and consider friends (or at least as close to friends as you can get in your now abnormal life)

ren once considered getting you a pet to keep you company when you’re alone but he quickly discarded the idea due to how jealous he would be. you are his and your full attention should be on him. he might consider something super low maintenance like a goldfish (you would have to beg him for it though because he would still be jealous what a loser)

i personally think that ren would want a family. its not an intense urge he has, not something he thinks about 24/7, but he thinks about it every so often and how nice it would be (he’s also not getting any younger). ren is very fucked up (from both trauma and who he is as a person now) and it might not happen, but he still thinks about it, especially with you. its very cheesy of him to say, but he knows you’re the one. when he’s really going through it and feeling down, he wonders if what you have is real, if you truly love him or if it’s all for show to just survive (you always tell him that if it was just for show you wouldn’t be so willing to be around him and probably would have killed yourself early on babe your stockholm syndrome is showing)

nsfw (under the cut)

cliché but ren likes to bite during sex. he gets rather caught up in the moment and tasting you really gets him going

his heats can be pretty intense. his more clingy side comes out when he’s in heat and he will not leave you alone. from the moment you wake up until you fall asleep for the night (if you sleep during his heat), he has you in different positions and his dick is always inside you. even if you have to get up for something, he is following you, basically piggybacking you with how close he is

while you probably don’t appear in streams anymore, ren will occasionally film you two fucking. he teases you by telling you that you’re live and everyone is watching or that he’ll upload it for his fans later (a lie, you’re for his eyes only now but he does love how flush you get and how you beg him to turn the camera off)

this is already canon but ren loves seeing you in cute, frilly lingerie. there is nothing he loves more than to buy you an expensive lingerie set and have you show it off to him, only for him to rip it off of you within seconds. if he really likes the piece he’ll fuck you in the lingerie and will have you wear it again

phone sex while he’s away. every night he’ll call you just to listen to you get yourself off while he talks you through it. he’s fisting his cock during it as well, but he loves guiding you through it more. he has to make sure you don’t miss him too much. sometimes he’ll cut the call short and will wait for the spam of calls and texts from you as you beg him to call you again so you can cum. if you don’t get to call, he’ll demand you send pictures/videos. anything will do: shirtless pics, videos of you fingering yourself. he keeps everything you send him in a special folder on his phone that he turns to when he needs a quick dose of you

loves teasing you in public. fancy restaurant on the nice end of town? ren has his hand in your pants while the two of you talk over a split dessert (well, he’s talking. you’re trying to not moan out loud in the middle of the restaurant). is not afraid to drag you into an alley and push you to your knees, cock springing out as he tells you to open your mouth. he’s not worried about anyone seeing but if they do he’ll either throw a smirk their way if you’re hidden from their sight or, if you’re not hidden, he’ll remember what they look like and will seek them out later for a ‘friendly chat’ (you are for his eyes only)

BREEDING KINK!!! following my whole ‘ren wants a family’ thing, he def has a breeding kink. even if his intention isn’t to knock you up, he talks like it is. talks about cumming inside you and how good you would look all round and full of his pups. you moan at his words, too drunk on his cock to reply or think about what he’s saying. you’d ask him to cum inside you, begging him to fill you with his cum. he’s also definitely the type to push his cum back into you as it leaks out. (for my ladies: he’ll definitely put a pillow beneath your hips to help the chances if he’s feeling spicy)

#anon ask #i have many thought and opinions (and thots) about tpof ren he is so BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK #god i hope i didnt write him too uwu i try to do the btd/tpof characters justice but ya know #the price of flesh #ren hana #tpof fox #ren hana x reader #smut

[buckysxgal]

Happy Birthday Captain [18+]

Summary: It's A's birthday and they find B tied to bed in nothing but very revealing lingerie. (Prompt from @bas-writes on Tumblr)

Pairing: Eustass Kid x Reader

Word Count: 1.6

Warnings: Smut, Handcuffs, Lingerie, AFAB!Reader, Dom/Sub Vibes, Slight Spit Kink, Slight Size Kink

A/N: This is Pre-Timeskip!Eustass Kid for plot purposes.. (a.k.a. no metal hand)

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“The captain is going to lose his mind Hun. You look good enough to eat” Quincy smirked down at me while she clasped the metal handcuffs to the bed post. She gave me the idea, helped me plan it and took me shopping for this night.

One Week Ago

“I have zero idea what to get Kid for his birthday. I mean, what do you get someone like him for their birthday.” I stuck my straw in my mouth nursing my drink. Quincy and House looked on in thought when suddenly Quincy sat up straight in her chair.

“Give him you.” She said loudly.

“I’m sorry?” I questioned.

“Here’s what you should do….” She leaned in closer to me and House.

Present

“You sure he’ll like this Quin?” I asked, nervous. She nodded enthusiastically.

“Oh, I’m sure, and if he doesn’t just call me back in.” She winked at me before turning and leaving, presumably to go get Kid. After about 5 minutes I could hear thundering footsteps coming down the hallway, which was undoubtedly Kid. I looked down at my body, lightly covered in a dark red lace number, Kid’s favorite color. I squirmed in anticipation as the door knob began turning.

“Hey Mouse, Quincy said you had something for m-“ Kid stopped, staring slack-jawed at the bed.

“Happy birthday Captain.” He groaned, taking in the scene. I was laid out on the bed, hands handcuffed above me on the headboard, my legs were free and my body was barely covered in lace. He ran a hand over his face before stepping in and closing the door quickly. I could hear the metal lock of the door lock as he walked towards the bed removing his shirt along the way.

“Fuck Mouse” He whispered reaching a hand out and running it down my side.

“It really is a happy birthday for me.” He smirked.

“Aren’t you going to unwrap your present Captain.” I spread my legs allowing him to see the wet patch forming on my underwear. He dragged his hand from my hip to my covered core. My hips bucked as he brushed over my clit. His fingers hooked underneath the band of my underwear and he slid them down my legs. He placed a kiss right underneath my bellybutton as he brought his hand back down to my center, circling my clit a few times before continuing down to my opening. He slipped two fingers in and I arched my back off the bed. With one hand he grabbed onto the middle piece of my lacy bra and ripped it cleaned off my body.

“Hngg… Kiid” I whined as he began thrusting his fingers in. He froze his hand and looked up at me with an eyebrow cocked.

“I don’t think that’s what you call me, is it?” He spoke sternly, continuing to keep his fingers still inside of me.

“I’m sorry Captain.” I moaned, trying to shift my hips to get any sort of friction. He smirked and began moving his fingers, curling them upwards to rub against my g-spot. His body moved up towards mine, leaving bite marks up my body until he reached my neck, where he latched on and began sucking. I began moving my hips in rhythm with his fingers.

“C’mon Mouse, need you to come once for me before I fuck you.” He muttered against my neck, speeding up his fingers just slightly. My legs closed around his hand as my core fluttered around his fingers.

“FUCK CAPTAIN” I moaned, toes curling into the bed. I could feel him smirking against my neck as he continued to piston his fingers in and out of my core.

“That’s it Mouse~” He removed his fingers from my core before sticking them in his mouth. I looked up at him with hooded eyes as he stood from the bed. His hand went to his pants, undoing the belt and unbuttoning them before he slid them down his legs. His cock bounced slightly as it was removed from the confines of his pants. His hand wrapped around his impressive cock, stroking it slightly before kneeling between my legs. I tipped my head back as I felt the head of his cock breach my entrance. With one hand still wrapped around the base of his cock his other hand wrapped around my thigh, pinning it to the bed. He bottomed out, I could feel the hair at the base of his dick rub against my clit. He grabbed onto my legs and hoisted them onto his shoulders.

“C-cap-captain” I whimpered out a syllable with each thrust, he felt deeper than he’s ever been. He held onto my ankles as he began pounding into me.

“Fuck Mouse, you have no idea what you do to me. I don’t know if I can be gentle.” He growled, snapping his hips into me faster as I cried out. He let go of one of my ankles to tweak my nipple. I lifted my head from the pillow to look at where we were connected. Kid moved his hand up to my chin, gripping it and forcing me to look at him.

“Fuck I love that look.” He said, admiring the fucked-out expression on my face. He forced my mouth open and spat into it. My cunt clenched around his dick at the action.

“Swallow.” I closed my mouth, swallowed, and opened my mouth again letting my tongue hang out.

“I always knew you were a whore Mouse. Good girl.” I moaned out at the praise and took his fingers, that were resting on my cheek, into my mouth, twirling my tongue around the digits. His eyes rolled back a bit as his hips hit harder. He removed his fingers from my mouth, slick with my saliva, and brought them down to rub my clit, fast-tracking me to my second orgasm of the night. I clenched tightly around him as a burning pleasure coursed through my body, the most intense orgasm coming out of my body.

“Oh fuck Mouse.” I could feel his fingers speed up on my clit. I looked down hazily and noticed spurts of liquid coming out and Kid with a shit eating grin on his face, he pulled out slowly and placed his hands on the handcuffs and broke them off quickly flipping me onto my stomach. I felt his breath on my ear as he leaned in close.

“I need you to do that again for me.” He whispered as he grabbed onto my hips and forced me up onto my knees. I waited for his dick to enter me but instead I could feel a wetness down on my core. I turned my head to look over my shoulder, only seeing the red of Kid’s hair, his hands spreading my ass for access, his tongue was hot and needy against my clit as if he needed this to live. My forehead dropped to the pillow, letting out a symphony of moans.

I felt him pull away only for a glob of spit to land onto my core before Kid dove back in. My core clenched around nothing as I came again, letting out small spurts of liquid as waves of pleasure flowed through me. Kid got up from his spot in my core and tapped his hand on my ass.

“You OK to keep going Mouse?” He asked softly, a stark difference from the man just 2 seconds ago. I looked at him over my shoulder and nodded, spreading my thighs further as if presenting myself to him.

“Please fuck me Kid” I whimpered. He smirked and slotted himself back into my core. He grabbed a fistful of my hair, using it as leverage to pound into me. Kid bottomed out and held his position there. I whined and began fucking myself back onto him. He let out a moan and smacked my ass before grabbing my hip and encouraging me to keep moving.

“Such a whore Mouse.” He muttered, leaning down to leave a bite on my shoulder.

“Gna cum” I moaned out, drool escaping out the side of my mouth. Kid let go of my hair and slipped his hand around to shove his fingers in my mouth, pressing his fingers down on my tongue forcing my mouth open. He began bullying his cock into me at a pace I wasn’t aware anyone could reach.

“Fu- Kidddd~” I began moving my tongue against Kid’s fingers. I could feel my core fluttering intensely, the same feeling as before coming back.

“’m cumminggg” I whined as I soaked my thighs and the sheets below me. Kid let out a loud moan at the feeling of my core clenching around him as he began thrusting harder. A telltale sign that he was close. He gripped onto my hips with both hands and I looked over my shoulder, a hazy look on my face.

“Want your cum Captain” I moaned, lifting my eyes to meet his. His mouth dropped open in a silent moan as a warmth flooded my core. He pulled out and flipped me onto my back again. His eyes stayed trained on my core, a hand going down to push his cum back into my core. I arched my back and bit my lip.

“s’to much” I whimpered. Kid flopped down beside me, pulling me into his chest and pressing a kiss to my head.

“Best birthday gift ever.” He mumbled into my hair.

“Love you Mouse.” I smiled and pressed a kiss against his neck.

“Love you too Cap.” I answered before slipping into a deep sleep.

#eustass kid x reader #eustass kidd x reader #one piece x reader

[mucherbuncher]

Daryl x Reader

daryl x reader fic

requested by my mutual

this is my first time actually writing a one shot on tumblr and honestly i’m so exited. i’m still tryna figure out this app bc i literally downloaded it feb. 7th so plz forgive me i’m just a girl. also ignore that none of the “i”s are capitalized i really don’t care.

HOW DO YALL CHECK THAT WORD COUNT??

no warnings other than talking about eating sun disgusting ass food

if i do a part two there’ll be sm!t 🫣

I drew into the dirt absentmindedly with my fingers, bored out of my goddamn mind while Daryl cooks a snake over the fire. I didn’t look at it, because as queasy as i already was from hunger i wasn’t gonna make it worse. I had already eaten a few worms yesterday, something i’d never thought i would’ve done. To be honest, it was Daryl’s idea.

I had been doing everything to stay by his side after the prison fell, including silently obeying him and following him around like a lost puppy. I probably could survive on my own, but having someone by my side made it way easier. I got lucky being stuck with him, at least in the survival sense. Emotionally, or even socially, he was on airplane mode. He barely spoke, barely even looked at me. I didn’t mind it so much for a day or two, but it’s about to be day four. I couldn’t take it anymore.

He used his dirty knife to cut the snake in half, then peeled the skin off. It sorta reminded me of those giant gummy worms that you could get at a candy store, except pink and charred with visible bones.

“Here.” He reached across the small fire to hand me it. I looked up in disgust, hesitantly reaching out to eat the… thing.

It was chewy, like a well done steak. It didn’t taste like that though. It tasted pretty earthy, almost like a bug or something. The closest thing i can compare it too was grasshopper flavored fish. Wow, so appetizing.

I ate my entire half, and ripping off a small piece of rib bone from the spine to clean my teeth. I stared into the fire, like Daryl did. I used the back of my hand to wipe my mouth, unfortunately only spreading more dirt onto my face. Daryl looked about the same.

“What are we doing?” I blurted out, my voice a little hoarse from not talking all day.

Daryl looked up from the fire, staring at me blankly. His eyes practically glowed that pretty steel blue color, and I already felt slightly unnerved from his stare.

“Are we even gonna try to look for anyone, or are we just gonna keep running everyday?” I continued on, my voice growing stronger as I felt more emotions setting in.

“No point.” He grunted after a few seconds of silence.

“But there is. We need the rest of the group, they could all be still alive, together, maybe.”

“Look around, do ya see anyone waitin for us?” He spat, his voice getting a little louder.

“Your a tracker, so track.” I hissed, my eyes narrowed as i felt more and more frustrated with this man.

“Fine. Get yer ass up.” Before I could even think or retort back, He grabbed his crossbow and started kicking dirt into our little fire.

“Daryl, it’s dark…” I muttered, suddenly feeling small at the way he’s acting so pissed.

“This whatchu want, right?” He grabs my arm and yanks me upwards, and I stumble a little before tearing my arm back.

“Stop. Stop it right now.” I stare into his eyes, clenching my jaw a little in anger.

He starts pacing, chewing on the inside of his cheek. He’s trying to hide his face from me.

“There ain’t no point… what if- what if they’re all gone? I can’t… i won’t…” He wipes his eyes with the back of his arm, and i realize, he’s fucking crying. I can handle children crying, even other girls. But when a grown man cries… it makes me want to start sobbing.

My heart sinks and i feel an awful twinge in my stomach. I shouldn’t have pushed him. Fuck me…

“Hey…” My mouth has gone dry, i’m not totally sure what to do here. With the fire gone, and only the moonlight to allow me to see his face, im struggling.

“S’ not… I don’t know what to do.” He chokes a little, and that was my final straw. I pull him in towards me, grabbing his huge tan arms gently. I take the back of his head and put it against my neck, rubbing his back gently. His hands fall limply at his sides as he gives up.

“S’ gonna be alright. We can start lookin tomorrow, alright? You’ve got me. I’m here.” I speak softly and slowly as i reassure him. I’m hoping i’m saying all the right things. He wraps his arms around my waist tightly, restricting my breathing a little.

I hold him there for a long time, rubbing his back slowly as he silent cries into my shoulder. It felt right, comforting him. I was good at it. He needed this badly, and i hoped my optimism would rub off on him.

I pull his head off my shoulder, cupping his face in my hands. They look tiny here, holding him like this. I wipe some of the tears off his pretty face with my thumbs. His eyes bore into the ground, not meeting mine. I knew he felt embarrassed, but it was just the two of us. I wasn’t going to tell a single soul, nobody could make me spill his secrets even through torture.

I brush away some of his greasy brown hair, kissing his forehead gently. His eyes snapped up to meet mine. Shit… was that too much? I force myself to keep a calm expression, gazing at his puffy red eyes.

“M’ gonna start the fire again, okay?” I say gently. He nods, taking a step back and sitting down on the ground.

I fumble the lighter a little in my hands as i grab the kindling, and a small flame peeks through. i slowly start adding more fuel, until a steady flame is going. I scoot back to sit next to Daryl again, gently guiding his body down until his head is resting on my lap.

“C’mere.”

His huge body weighs down on my thigh, but I honestly didn’t care at all. I brushed my fingers through his messy hair, careful to not tug on any knots as i did so. He looked sorta beautiful like this.

Wait what the fuck. My mind started racing. This man was easily forty years old, covered in dirt and sweat and walker blood. Id known him and treated him like a friend for nearly two years now, but now… I treated him as if he was glass. He probably felt like it, broken after standing strong against all the hardship he’s faced his whole life. I knew bits and pieces, how he depended on Merle since he couldn’t rely on his shitty dad. His mom has been gone since he was a child.

I needed to be here for him. He’s become my protector, but I, a young woman, cared for him in a way i hadn’t for anyone else in a long time.

His chest rose and fell peacefully, and I knew he was starting to fall asleep. There wasn’t much to protect us from the elements other than a small wool blanket we’d been sharing for the past few days. I grabbed my bag, and carefully moved his head off my thighs to rest on the bag instead. I stepped around his body and curled up against his chest, making myself little spoon. I grabbed his crossbow, curling that close to my body just in case. I felt his arm swing around me, pulling me just a bit closer than i already was.

“Ya okay here?” He asked, speaking softly into my ear.

“Mhm.” His deep voice sent a shiver down my spine. I closed my eyes, smiling just a little. What a funny man.

#daryl dixon #daryl x reader #twd daryl #the walking dead daryl #daryl fanfiction #daryl dixion imagine #daryl x female reader #daryl dixion x reader

[sunshinegat0r]

I’ve had a song stuck in my head all week, can you guess which one? Also Eustass Kid is so fucking fun to write, what the heck! Modern AU, established relationship, just thought it’d be nice to see him as obsessed with reader as I am with him. 🙃

Perfect ~ Eustass Kid x F!Reader

CW: Swearing, brief mentions of sex acts (masturbation, grinding), nothing too exciting.

WC: ~1.2k

“What’re you doin’?”

You glance over your shoulder and unfold your torso, pulling up the large boxer-briefs patterned with cartoon nuts and bolts. You release the waistband with a flourish and let the elastic snap against your hips with a smirk.

“I feel more comfortable with something on, and-” you glance around the semi-chaotic state of the bedroom, “-I have no idea where my underwear even are.”

“I ripped ‘em off ya.”

“Eustass!” you chide, no real heat behind the words. “I liked that pair!”

The red-head shrugs with a big grin and tucks his arm behind his head, propped against the headboard of his giant-sized bed. He has to admit it’s a nice view, watching you move around his room topless and wearing his clothes.

“Why’re you leavin’ me all alone over here?” Kid sulks.

You move to the desk in the corner, dragging over a small desktop mirror and some makeup wipes. “Some of us have things to do this afternoon and can’t stay in bed all day fucking.” Kid tsks at that - you know he could keep you trapped in his bed if he really wanted to.

“And as much as I love your, uh, art, I don’t think my boss would appreciate it nearly enough,” you tease, peering at your body in the mirror.

Reddish-purple lipstick is smeared all over your skin. While there are rare spots that form a perfect set of lips, it’s mostly lines of color, left from where Eustass Kid dragged his lips along your body as he ravished you. Your lips and neck suffered the most attention, but you blush as you notice the prominent amount concentrated on your breasts, and the trail down your stomach leading in between your legs.

You turn the mirror to meet Kid’s gaze behind you and find he has the most insufferable grin on his face. Truly caught red-handed - or red-lipped - his own mouth is anything but neat and tidy.

You roll your eyes, a soft smile lifting your lips, and adjust the mirror back towards yourself, grabbing a wipe to start removing the evidence. You don’t bother taking a seat at the desk, you just lean over and get to work.

As he watches you with sharp golden eyes, Kid’s smile slips slowly from his face. The gears in his head are spinning fast enough he’s surprised you can’t hear him thinking.

He’s fucked.

Well, technically you both were - he’d made sure of that thoroughly - but he’s in real trouble here.

He can’t tear his eyes off of you. You look so perfect standing there in his underwear, with his marks decorating your pretty skin like the finest museum-worthy art piece. It’s not an unfamiliar sight - the two of you had been dancing this tango for months now. Neither of you wanted to put any labels on it. For Kid, at first it had been a fun distraction from the regular bullshit of living.

Now, thoughts of you distracted him from every other aspect of his life. You were the first thing on his mind when he woke up, checking his beat-up phone for a text from you (since you were usually up hours before him). No matter what his day consisted of, even in the palace of his workshop, it was plagued by thoughts of you. And at night, when he couldn’t sleep for tossing and turning, your eyes, your smile, your body, consumed him as he tugged his aching cock, desperate for your touch to wear him out.

It was safe to say Kid was a bit obsessed, which was new territory for him. But as he watched you, all soft curves and graceful limbs, humming tunelessly and tapping your foot a little, he knew. All he ever really wanted was you.

You straighten from the desk and give yourself a final once-over in the mirror, satisfied with your work. You haven’t bothered cleaning up the marks below your neck - the collar of your shirt will hide all of that.

And besides, you… Kind of like the idea of walking around with Kid’s claims burning on your skin, with no one else the wiser. The thought brings a warm flush to your cheeks and you turn sheepishly towards the bed.

You’re surprised out of your own embarrassing thoughts by the sight of Kid looking just as flustered. Briefly you wonder if he knew what you intended by leaving yourself in such a state. His large hand is covering his eyes but it’s not enough to hide the blush bathing his own cheeks and tips of his ears, bright red against his pale skin.

Padding softly over to the side of the bed where he’s reclining, you lean in and blow a gentle puff of air into his ear. Kid jumps and swears, staring at you like a deer caught in headlights. It’s enough to make you giggle; you’ve never seen his feathers look so ruffled.

“Penny for your thoughts, babe?” The question is dripping with false innocence as you walk your fingers up his arm.

Kid scowls and looks away, twists his arm to grab your wandering hand with his own. You yelp when he tugs you back into his lap and you settle, straddling him. You’re suddenly glad for his underwear; flimsy barrier though it may be, anything to give you a chance not to be lured back into his clutches.

Eustass Kid was never one to back down from a challenge and he’s not about to start now. Despite the heat still painting his face he manages to pin you with his golden gaze. His mouth works for a few moments before he forces the words out through clenched teeth.

“Just… Realized how much ya mean to me. How - whenever I think about what I want, you’re top of th’ list. By leagues.”

Your eyes widen and you feel like you could melt straight through the bed, the floor, into the earth below. You thought your face was on fire before - now it’s your turn to cover it with your hands.

At least, you try, but Kid has a firm grip on your left hand and he’s not letting go to save you any dignity. If anything, your reaction seems to have given him some of his cocky swagger back.

He snickers at your distress and gathers both of your hands into his large one, raising your arms above your head and leering at you like a fresh-caught prize. “What’s wrong, treasure?” he coos ominously. “Can’t handle a little sincerity?”

You shake your head and let out a surprised gasp when he pulls you against his chest, his mouth immediately back on your neck and undoing all your hard work. “Only you could turn such an embarrassing confession to your favORRrr,” you mutter, a particularly hard nip turning the last syllable into a quaking moan.

You feel an inescapable hardness growing through your stolen underwear. A secret smile spreads across your lips and you arch against Kid’s chest, grinding your hips down and wrenching a garbled curse from him against your skin.

You were definitely going to be late for work.

Tag List: @zoros-sheath @quinloki (Your pinned post says to tag you in any Kid stuff so here I am hello goodbye 🫣)

#one piece #one piece x reader #eustass captain kid #captain eustass kid #eustass kid x reader #eustass kid #kid x reader #kid x you #one piece fanfiction #modern au #sunshinegator writes

[heartfullofleeches]

Oc-tober Day Seven – Cupid Au

Yandere Incubus – C.C

Word Count: 700

You stumble through the empty city streets – slightly buzzed and utterly done with the romance game. Tonight was the fifth date that month that bailed on you before the evening. No explanation, no apologies – just disappearing off the face of the earth and leaving you alone again on a Friday night. At this rate you suspected you’d never find a partner, and were slowly coming to terms with that cruel fate.

Taking a shortcut back to your place, you walk towards a park’s main gate. Bulb lights were wrapped around the trunk of each tree; a bench placed between every other one. The branches hung low – giving the area a sort of secluded feeling. The night was still young and the weather at the perfect degree where it was neither too hot nor too cold. The perfect place to take someone after a nice date. Your chest hurts.

You slump down by the fountain; arms cradling your head as you stare into the clear water. Fuck, this sucks. Are you really meant to be alone like this for the rest of your life? Why did everyone leave without giving reason? Were you so unlovable? You take a deep breath and just breathe. You can’t be thinking so negatively. No matter how much it hurts, someday you’ll find love. For now, you had the cherub statue reflecting in the water to keep you company. You’d head home, clean yourself up, and try again another day. 

“I can’t give up so easily. Someone’s got to like me enough to stay eventually.”

A single white feather floats across the still water.

“There already is….” 

A plethora of feathers fall around you as wings flap overhead. Turning to face the cause of the anomaly, you find a male standing behind you. Pearl color robes loosely fit his frame that stop just below his thighs, a garter belt baring a heart strapped to his left. Fluffy, light pink hair that reminds you of the statue behind you blocks you from making direct eye contact – but you can tell he’s looking at you. An arrow bag sits on his back, nestled between a pair of white, angelic wings that reach from his shoulders to lower torso. The tip of one drips with a red liquid. He twists the handle of the bow in hand, smiling shyly. 

“Uh, hi there. My name is CeeCee, your assigned Cupid Angel. It’s nice to meet you.” 

You stare at him for a moment, completely at a blank. You may not have been feeling the best that night, but you weren’t delirious. “huh?”

CeeCee stammers, wings growing stiff as he rambles. “I know this is the most appropriate way for me to make my presence known, or that I shouldn’t have at all – but I just had to meet you and apologize.” 

“Apologize for what?”

He continues to play with his bow. “For all the pain I’ve caused you. I accidentally shot your date with an arrow while they were looking at someone else… May not have been  very much of an “accident” since I’ve done it to all your past love interests.”

Your confusion skyrockets to anger. You stand up, teeth clenched. Even if this was a figure of your imagination you’d give him a piece of your mind. “You did what?” 

“I’m s-sorry! I really am, it’s just that… I like you too. I’m in you, in fact. It’s against protocol, but in the time I’ve spent watching you, I started to fall for you as well. None of those people were right for you… Soulmates are actually chosen by my kind, and since you don’t have one, I was hoping I could be yours?”

You look at this supposed angel, still fidgeting as he awaits your answer. His golden eye becomes visible through his bangs as he shies away from your gaze. They were gorgeous – like amber honey. There’s something behind his stare that you can’t read, but you're bewitched by their beauty. It wouldn’t hurt to try, would it?

“Can we start with just a date?”

CeeCee instantly perks up. “Yea, totally! You won’t regret it, Y/n. I have to get myself ready, but I’ll come pick you up soon. Don’t worry, I already know where you live. I love you so much, I’ll see you soon.”

CeeCee extends his wings, flapping them a few times before shooting off into the sky. He couldn’t take you out on a date like this, especially with the sweat he worked up earlier. As a red soaked feather falls to the ground, you wonder if you made the right choice by accepting his offer. 

#C.C my oc #yandere angel #yandere demon #yandere oc #yandere scenarios #yandere imagines #yandere insert #yandere x you #yandere headcanons #male yandere #yandere x darling #yandere #Yandere blurb #yandere x y/n #yandere fic #yandere oneshot #Halloween event #yandere incubus #yandere x reader

[londonharrington]

paper rings | eddie munson x fem!reader

Y/N has a surprise for Eddie. Eddie has a surprise for Y/N. Dustin was right all along.

notes: finally, 9/9 of my 100 followers celebration! part 2 of i think he knows. inspired by this post. henderson!reader. fluff, fluff, and more fluff. implications of sex but no actual smut. mentions of marriage and children. a lot of time skips.

darling, you’re the one i want in paper rings, in picture frames, in all my dreams

Dustin was right. Eddie did become his brother-in-law.

Three years after Eddie asked Y/N on a date, the two finally decided to get hitched and give Dustin the satisfaction that he was right all along.

“You didn’t even want to set me up with her!” Eddie exclaimed when Dustin boasted that he knew Eddie was going to marry her sister someday.

“She’s my sister! Also it’s weird to ask a child,” he said pointing to himself before continuing, “to set you up with somebody older! You could have asked Robin to do the same!”

“Whatever Henderson.”

Though married life had some of it’s challenges, it was also full of surprises. And one was on it’s way to Y/N and Eddie.

♡ ♡ ♡

Y/N stood inside the bathroom with shock written across her face.

Two lines on the stick. Fuck.

“How can I be pregnant, we were always--”

Y/N stopped her rambling when she realized that about a few weeks ago, Eddie decided to forgo the protection, just to see what it was like. They both enjoyed it, so much that Eddie did it again. And again. And again.

Y/N breathed in and out, trying to calm herself. They will be fine. They’ve talked about children before. Eddie loves Dustin so he must like kids, right?

She just sighed before grabbing a bunch of toilet paper and wrapping the test before tossing it to the trash.

As she was going out of the bathroom, she thought of a way to say to Eddie about the baby on the way.

♡ ♡ ♡

“I think something’s wrong,” Eddie said to Steve and Robin as he rented a movie.

“What did you do?” Robin accused immediately.

“I did not do anything!” Eddie defended himself, “I don’t know, Y/N seems quite at the moment. Very unlike her, to be honest.”

“Is she sick? Maybe you really did something stupid,” Steve interjected.

“She’s not sick! I would know if she is! But I think she is keeping something from me.”

Then the three of them had the brilliant idea to call Dustin over to help Eddie with his predicament.

Ten minutes later, Dustin (along with Mike, Lucas, and Will), entered Family Video.

“What did you do to my sister?” Dustin said as he walked toward Eddie.

“I did not do anything!” he replied, raising his hands up in defense.

“Maybe that’s why she’s upset? Because you’re not doing anything?” Robin suddenly asked.

“I help around the house, alright! Stop accusing me of doing something or nothing!”

The four of them were stuck, until something dawned on Dustin, “You know, when we were younger and she got mad at me, I would make her paper rings in order to cheer her up when she’s mad at me. You could try that?”

Eddie and Dustin rushed to the store and grabbed some colorful paper and roses (in case the paper rings plan was a bust).

The two rushed back to Family Video. Steve took over the counter as Robin also wanted to make some origami.

Dustin was getting increasingly frustrated as the minutes went by. Eddie was getting everything wrong and it was getting really hard to try and not shout at him.

When they finished, Eddie had 5 rings, Dustin was cleaning up the pieces of paper, and Robin was showing Steve the swan she made.

Eddie rushed home with the rings and roses at hand, praying that Y/N will not be mad at him anymore.

♡ ♡ ♡

Y/N was pacing around the living room when she heard Eddie’s van pull up. She looked at the window and saw him with roses at hand and something else on his other hand.

Eddie entered the door and was greeted by Y/N with a small smiled on her face.

“Hey babe. These are for you,” Eddie said, giving her the roses.

“Oh, these are lovely. But what is the occasion?”

“Nothing, I just thought you were being really quiet and I thought these would cheer you up! Also, I have these as well,” Eddie said, pulling out a pink paper ring from his pocket placing the ring right beside her wedding ring, “Dustin said that he would cheer you up with these when you were growing up. And I thought I should do the same,” Eddie smiled.

“Oh, Eddie!” Y/N exclaimed as she hugged him. When the two let go, Y/N had something to say, “I have a surprise for you as well,” Y/N told him as she grabbed a box, giving it to Eddie.

Eddie looked confused when he opened the box, “Babe, I know you were bad at doing the laundry, but I didn’t think you were this bad,” he said to her as he pulled a Hellfire shirt, similar to his, but only smaller, much much smaller.

“It’s brand new, silly!”

“Then why would you--” Eddie stopped his tracks when he realized to whom this shirt might fit, “Are you? Are you pregnant?” he questioned, eyes wide.

Y/N just nodded as Eddie hugged her once more, “This is why I’ve been quiet. I did not know how you’ll take it.”

“Of course I would love to have family, especially with you. Oh my god, I’m gonna buy that baby a little guitar and a little jean jacket, and we can match,” Eddie rambled as he kissed Y/N all over face.

“I love you, you know that?” Y/N asked when he finally stopped.

“I know. I’m sure you’ll not marry me if you didn’t. I love you too as well.” Eddie replied, placing his hands on her non-existent baby bump.

♡ ♡ ♡

After months of cravings, swelling in different places, and as well as hours of Y/N swearing to Eddie that she’ll never do this again, baby Ophelia, or Lia as her parents call her was born.

The gang was supposed to join them for the day to celebrate Lia’s six months in to this world, but when Y/N woke up, Eddie was nowhere to be found.

She walked to their living room and to find Eddie and Lia. Eddie lifting little Lia up and down as she looked at her dad with fondness in her eyes, giggling every time she was raised up in the air.

Lia had Eddie wrapped around her little finger from the moment she was born.

“There you two are,” Y/N said, walking further into the room as Lia held her arms up to be carried by her mother, “Good morning to you, my little princess,” she said kissing her cheeks in the process.

“How about me?” Eddie said, getting up to hug his wife.

“Good morning to you too, Mister,” she said, laughing at him.

The two finally found the love and happily ever after that they deserved along with a child that was the light of their worlds. Perfectly content with the life they are building. But now, Y/N has to figure out a way to tell Eddie that they have another surprise on the way, one to top the last one she did.

♡ ♡ ♡

A/N: i was screaming when I wrote this, i kinda want this now. also i think eddie will be a great girl dad :((

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[whumpacabra]

6. Clean

Angst, anticipated violence, cold temperatures, nonsexual nudity, referenced dislocation [shoulder], referenced torture, implied starvation, implied past noncon

AU Masterpost / Previous / Next

The Wolf relished in the numbing water. He could hardly feel his torn skin, even where the stream trickled over still weeping cuts. Soap would have stung a lot worse, but that didn’t stop him from wanting to scrub himself clean.

Maybe H would bring some back from the supply closet? (Now that was wistful thinking…)

Shivering, the Wolf started to rinse the floor, chasing the blood and filth from his skin into the drain. He switched off the water, hands shaking from the cold as he limped toward the door. Using the wall for leverage, he snapped his left shoulder back into place. The staticky ache faded quickly - he was well practiced enough to shake the remaining pins and needles from his hand.

He would just grab his clothes from his room - he wouldn’t look, he wouldn’t breathe that air, he just needed to be covered and protected and -

H startled him away; the Wolf tripped over his own feet as the volunteer cursed in surprise. His left hip hit the ground hard, drawing a keening whimper from his throat as bruised bone impacted the concrete.

He braced, eyes open and ready for the hands that would follow - only for his own clothes and shoes to be dropped unceremoniously in a pile next to him.

“Got your clothes.” H looked better in some ways and worse in others. His chapped lips had a flush of color, but his eyes were distant, pointedly avoiding the Wolf.

The Wolf followed orders, secretly relieved to finally have some shell to hide in - however fragile.

(He remembered stripping these clothes off - slowly, for his handler’s pleasure. Piece by piece as his handler and the overseers stood patiently in front of the door - not that he would have tried to run if the exit was open. His handler trained him better than that.)

As he zipped up his jacket, gloved hands finally gathering enough warmth to be felt again, H shrugged toward the door next to the Wolf’s own.

“Don’t supposed you know if they keep any food in there?”

The Wolf shook his head.

“I’m not allowed in the White Room.” He had only caught glimpses in passing, his handler and other project members crowded around the screens and speakers. The Wolf had no need to know what data they were collecting; it was his job to help them collect it - however they saw fit.

“And the other one?” H nodded to the door across the way. The Wolf shook his head again.

“Tools and firearms. I’m not allowed access without supervision.” He had only been inside the Black Room a few times. The firearms locked behind a cage but the tools on open display. His handler had him clean his own blood off a few before ordering him to turn them on the volunteers.

“Supervision from who?”

Right. The script.

“I work alone.”

“You just said you need supervision to access the weapons locker.”

“I work alone.”

“That’s not - ” H groaned in frustration, scrubbing a hand over his face. “Jesus fuck I need food.” His face was contorted in disgust as he glanced between the Wolf’s door and the Red Room.

“There are rations in the supply closet.”

“I looked there already - looks like they cleared out all perishables.”

Like they weren’t planning on coming back. The Wolf let his eyes drift to his own door. His handler wasn’t coming back.

Maybe.

And if his handler was coming back…well, the Wolf would be punished for leaving the Box. In for a penny, in for a pound.

“I have food.”

He turned on his heel, vision tunneling as he forced himself to only see what he needed to see. Desk. Bottom right drawer. Behind the false back he had made - a first aid kit and a handful of rations. A bit stale, but edible.

He kept his back to the rest of the room as he exited, blindly closing the door behind himself. H was watching him with those eyes again - pity and hate and something sour.

The Wolf held out the rations, and H took them with gentle urgency before collapsing to the ground and tearing into the packaged food.

AU Masterpost / Previous / Next

(An AU of my Freelancers series)

#whump #angst #anticipated violence #nonsexual nudity #dislocated shoulder #cold temperatures #hunger #referenced torture #implied noncon #past noncon #the wolf: i can excuse beating the shit out of me but i draw the line at pitying me #harrison: i can excuse you repeatedly lying to my face but im not gonna be happy about it #the wolf and the hare au

[strawbrygashez]

hii :)) do you have any hcs for tyler and/or the narrator pre meeting each other?

Yes :3!

Narrator

•I feel like he never actually had been seriously with a dude before. He’s thought men were attractive but probably just never acted on it. That or maybe he did sleep with a guy or two but it just never went anywhere. (When Tyler finds out he’s the first guy the narrator has seriously been with, his ego is even more thru the roof than usual)

•Tbh I think if he had to stay somewhere as bad as Tylers house before they met, he’d just refuse and go somewhere else (like if he ended up in a very bad hotel or something like that). He gets over his fear or whatever bc Tyler is hot and it’s worth staying in that death trap lol

•I think he used to act more goofy in private. Like I can see him deciding to clean up around his apartment like dusting or whatever and he has the radio going and is dancing or singing along a bit. Sometimes earlier on when they first started to live together, he forgets he’s not living alone anymore and slips back into doing goofy shit only to be scared and jump when Tyler finally says something or comes out of nowhere.

•He forced himself to go on dates with women a couple times. A lot of the time it just ended up with the lady not coming over after, not because he’s terrible or whatever but just because they could tell he’s not really into whatever was going on. He was nice enough and ur normal ‘gentleman’ on dates but it was probably not fun enough for most of the ladies to want repeats lol.

•He’d go around thru out the day & just zone out and stare at his furniture sometimes. He was either thinking about something completely unrelated to the furniture, how he should move it just slightly until it looks perfect, the color of it, or just the piece in general. He still does that probably at Tylers place but is snapped out of it quickly since Tyler will say something that pulls him out of it.

Tyler

•Traveled around a bunch until he met the narrator. Once he set his sights on him, he decided to follow him back and get things set up to where he could live in whatever state the narrator does. He misses traveling around but he won’t say much about it or seriously consider going anywhere once they start building a life together.

•He didn’t even constantly sleep with the same person as much as he did with Marla. He was more used to hook ups with random people he’d never have to meet again or know the name of. (I’m a firm believer in the idea he only constantly slept with Marla to mess with the narrators psyche.)

•He never really even wanted a big house like the one they have together. It was just surprisingly cheap and close to the narrator enough where he just said fuck it and got it. He’d prefer van or trailer park life for sure. Maybe he’d enjoy getting a small house if it was on a farm though.

•I think the narrator really brings out the best of him in someways. He’s been confident in himself probably since his later teen years but the way the narrator constantly looks at him all love sick and full of admiration makes Tyler feel really like he can do anything.

•I don’t think he’s let anyone live with him before the narrator. He knew people wouldn’t stay very long with him once they get to know him more or see how manic he can get. His looks and charm can only take him so far surprisingly I think lol

I think that’s one of the reasons why he’s obsessed with the narrator. He’s seen the side that usually scares people off but he keeps crawling back for more & doesn’t leave.

•He’s been in a mental institution before for like 2 or so years when he was a troubled teen. He didn’t have a good at home life so he probably lost it in public or something and got sent there. He has mixed feelings about that time. He hated the workers there and other things about it but he met some interesting people who gave him more insight into how life treats people and etc.

I think he’s also just attracted to people who have something ‘wrong with them’ 😭 I can’t see him with someone who has no mental issues at all. He’d probably be bored out of his mind after a certain point.

•He was more involved in the alternative music scene before the stuff with the narrator started. When he starts things with the narrator he’s more focused on that and other things than to go to concerts or meet up with people who are alt. He probably still has one of those cd book binder things where u keep loose cds in and it’s just full of metal and punk (and secretly some pop)

Ok sorry this part has to deal with them being together BUT… I wanna add he will toss a cd into a cd player and make the narrator listen to metal or punk with him. Tbh I can’t decide if the narrator would like the music or not but Tyler is gonna be like “REALLY listen to the lyrics man..They are saying so much about society if you really listen.”

•He used to dress more grunge before being with the narrator. Everything started becoming cropped or low cut a lot more once he began to pursue the narrator. Not saying he never wore stuff like that at all beforehand but it just ramped up a lot more when he was decided he loved how the narrator looks him over all the time.

•He’s worked odd jobs his whole life. Some jobs better than others & some he stayed at longer than others. I think his ‘favorite’ would have been working at a record store tho.

#asks #I hope these r good!! sorry I knew I could write more hcs where I don’t mention the other more 😭

[writingsofhubris]

Hello 💛

I have a request for a hooten imagine or oneshot or whatever you want it to be, but I totally understand if the theme is too much or if you feel uncomfortable writing it. Please don’t feel pressured or anything <3

TW self harm

A piece where the reader struggles with self harm and Harding finds them after a relapse. Could include him cleaning their wounds or something perhaps?

Personally I SH a lot and he just seems so soft and loving, it would be rather soothing I think.

Thank you, and please feel no pressure to write this 💛

Ahhh hello Anon! Thank you for the request!

[AO3!]

Each heartbeat was pounding in your head. Each second was longer than the last, and your breathing was too fast. The panic was well settled in, deep in your gut. Thirty. Again,  thirty. Once more, thirty. 

The red didn't register to you, even still. Looking down at the glass, slicken with a rose tint. A flash of rose colored glasses flicked through your mind; vision of a world made happy by the blood loss, the cold flooding your body. A rush of deep endorphins, counteracting the pain that laced through you.

Addictive. 

Thirty. 

The door opening didn't register to you. Nothing could be heard over the sound of your heartbeat in your ears. Nothing felt more real than the pounding, the pain, the delicious tightness around your wrists. 

Two. Quickly. 

Then a silence in your mind as you realized; Your wrists never felt tight when you were like this. After the pain sliced through your reality and panic, that's when you could find security in your life. 

Harding's hands were tight around your wrists. That's what you were focused on. His hands, tight around your wrists, not painful, but unyielding. 

He filtered into your psyche. Everything about Harding, every element, made its way into your brain, found itself dug deep into your vision. He was too vivid; stark white undershirt contrasted deliciously against thick black hair. Deep brown eyes, a deep fear in them, sharp against the whites of his clear eyes. Your body tipped into his, that undershirt coming quickly up to your eyes. 

His hands didn't move from your wrists, taking deep breaths in, allowing you something, anything to cling to. Counting his breathing evened out the pounding of your own heart. Harding's voice filtered in once your heart was quieted. 

"Breathe with me, you're safe now. We're young to get you patched up, just trust me. I've got you, you're safe." 

"H…Hardy? Aren't you supposed… work?" Your words were weak, and you were sure you haven't lost enough  blood for that. 

"I've got you, don't worry about that. Can you sit down for me?"

"Where?" Harding guided you to the edge of the tub, allowing you to take the pressure off your shaking knees. The pressure was removed from your wrists, only for the cuts to be swaddled in a soft towel. The blood had slowed greatly, now sluggish and at the starting of clotting. One towel was tightened around your wrist, allowing the blood to collect in the absorptive surface. Then the second, and you allowed the rush of breath to fall from your lips. 

Your head fell down, almost too weak to keep it up.

“I fucked up. Again.” Your voice was soft under the sound of running water, the click of the first aid container opening under Harding’s thumbs. 

“No, my dear, you didn’t.” You felt his lips press against your forehead; the supplies must have been set out. Strong hands once again returned to one of your wrists, pulling off just one of the rags. “Would you like to talk about what happened?” 

“I… got overwhelmed. I don’t know what happened, I just, I just needed a release.” Tears once again pricked your eyes, and Harding’s voice poked into your ears. 

“Shh, my dear. How could I possibly be mad at you?” 

“I’m weak. I can’t be strong for you.” 

“Being weak in front of me isn’t something to find shame in. You know I wouldn’t shame you for that.” His fingers swabbed a sterilizing solution onto the cuts on your arms. Static swallowed your mind again, hearing that. Harding was allowing you to be weak. 

Another swab, and your arm started to lose feeling, a topical numbing agent. He didn't have anything stronger, but his fingers were nimble, and each pull of thread through your skin was only an irritation. Each stitch was easily placed, even, just the right tension. His perfect fingers were efficient, knowing just how to help your mind and body return 

You didn’t pay attention to the second arm, trying only to stay steady for him. You were tired, you were numb. 

And finally, Harding gathered you into his arms. Gauze was wrapped around your wrists, covering the stitches. Harding was careful to situate your arms into your chest, forcing a pressure against your cuts again. 

You were brought to your room, and by the time your consciousness filtered back into your body, Harding was humming a soft song, his fingers soothing over your hair. The pressure was bringing you back, allowing your mind to pull from the dissociation it had fled to from the pain of the cuts. 

“You’re always here for me,” you whispered, a small shake in your arms now. The reality of what had happened at last crested, at last filtered through. “Why do you always pick me up? Why won’t you let me go?” Your face pressed into his shoulder, trying to cut your breathing off once more, trying to prevent the sobs that wanted to fall at last. 

“I can’t, even if I wished to.” His hand slid to your waist, pulling your torso against his. “And I’ll never wish to leave you. I couldn’t imagine spending a moment without your light in my life.” Deep brown eyes looked down into yours, rich and caring. “Relapses can happen, my dear. I won’t pull away from you if you do.” His lips pressed against your forehead once more, before he guided your face into the crook of his neck, allowing you room to breathe easily. Your muscles still shook, and Harding didn’t stop gently petting over your skin. “You can’t scare me away with a little bit of blood.” 

“But… I’m…’ Your head shook, unable to even figure out just what it was your mind was trying to claim. 

“You’re making work against the demons in your head. The pain that someone laid, the injuries someone created. You are trying to fix what has been broken. A small break right now is not what will fully break you.” His hand slipped onto the back of your neck, gently rubbing the skin. “I’ll help you when you stumble; it is all I can offer, but I offer it to you fully. You will persist; I’ll be proud when you do succeed ” 

#harding hooten #i used to cut and i just. think he'd be a good person to help with a relapse #the whole suicide episode #harding hooten x reader #x reader #.w #anon #ask

[leiawritesstories]

City boy Rowan and cowgirl Aelin where he gets bucked off a horse and falls right into the mud

SPLAT!

word count: 763

warnings: language, city idiots

enjoy!

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It had barely been a week since Rowan arrived at the ranch, alone, before he showed up to one of Aelin’s horseback riding sessions. Dressed in jeans and a t-shirt that had absolutely no right to look so damn good on him, he stood at the back of the gathered group and listened to her introduction. 

“Alrighty, y’all can come find a horse that suits your fancy now,” she concluded, gesturing down the line of stalls. 

“Got any recommendations?” Rowan asked, rocking back on his heels. 

She swept a quick look at the barn. “Well, I’d advise ya to go a li’l farther down the line if y’want to find a horse that someone else hasn’t claimed.” 

He nodded. “Okay.” 

“Just be careful, ’cause--” She cut off her sentence, shaking her head. He’d already headed away. 

“That one.” A few minutes later, Rowan pointed to the end of the row of stalls, to the one with the name Erawan scripted above it.

Aelin arched a golden brow skeptically. “Mr. Whitethorn, ya quite sure?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” Challenge in the city slicker’s eyes.

She shrugged. “All right, I’ll saddle him up for ya.”

Shortly later, she led the saddled horse out into the corral, helped guide Rowan up into the saddle, placed the reins in his hand, and let him attempt to walk the cantankerous old stallion in a circle around the post to which he was hitched. Rowan actually managed a few rocking strides before Erawan dug in his back heels and screeched to a stop.

And bucked the city boy right off into the dirt. 

“SHIT!” Rowan yelled, tumbling gracelessly across the ground. 

Right into a mud puddle. 

“Motherfucker,” he grunted, pushing himself up to his feet and wiping his hands on his jeans. Which only succeeded in rubbing more mud on the denim. “Fuck!” he cried, launching into a colorful string of expletives, most of them directed at the horse. 

“You okay there, Mr. Whitethorn?” Aelin asked cautiously, approaching him with a hand out like she was coming close to a skittish horse. 

“Not injured,” he grunted. “Don’t think so, at least.” 

“That’s a relief.” She gave him a quick once-over. “How ’bout you head back to the guest house, yeah?” 

“Not until I give this horse a piece of my mind,” he all but snarled. 

Said horse just whickered, showing his teeth as if he were laughing. 

Aelin raised a brow. “Mr. Whitethorn, I was just about t’warn ya that Erawan here is the crankiest old nag on the ranch when you so kindly insisted that you wanted to try ridin’ him.” 

“Oh.” 

“Yeah.” She stepped around him and caught Erawan’s reins. “He ain’t been willin’ to have anyone ridin’ him for years.” 

“Oh,” Rowan mumbled again, a flush staining his cheeks. 

“Don’cha worry ’bout it,” she said kindly. “Just head on down to the guesthouse so you can change, and if ya leave your clothes outside the door, Philippa can pick ‘em up and wash out the mud.” 

“Okay,” he sighed, deflating. “Thanks, Ms. Galathynius.” 

“It’s Aelin, please. I can’t stand formality.” 

“Thanks, Aelin.” 

God, the way he spoke her name. 

She clicked her tongue at Erawan, leading the cantankerous horse back to the barn and unsaddling him. “You just can’t be nice, can you?” she sighed. 

Erawan snorted as if he was agreeing that no, he could not be nice. 

About half an hour later, Rowan came back out to the barn, showered and wearing clean clothes, and leaned against one of the stalls. “So...” 

She raised her brows. “Yeah?” 

“Can I still try horseback riding?” 

She chuckled. “One condition, city slicker. You gotta let me pick the horse.” 

“Fine,” he grumbled. “I’ll trust your judgment.” 

“Good call.” She flashed him a grin and strolled over to saddle another horse, a much gentler dapped mare. “All right, city slicker, follow me.” 

“You keep calling me that, is it a bad thing?” 

“Nope!” She helped him step up into the saddle and placed the reins in his hands. “City slicker is just how we call all y’all from the big cities who come out here to get away from all that.” 

“Huh.” Rowan considered. “I guess it’s not a bad thing, then.” 

“Not unless yer the kind of city slicker that insists he knows what he’s doin’ and gets bucked off a horse for it,” Aelin snickered, unable to resist a little teasing. 

He sighed dramatically. “Goddammit, I’m never hearing the end of that, am I?” 

“Never, Mr. Whitethorn,” she grinned. “You’re a ranch legend now.” 

“Fucking hell.”

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Fever {6}

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A/N: Hello! I’m back! I’ve been struggling with piecing this story together and I just finished my Masters which took a lot of my time, but now I’ve got time to spend writing for fun again! Abandoned stories I’m coming back for you! Also after writing this I’m realizing how much A/B/O I have been reading and yup, that’s apparently become an influence. 

Tags: @plainjaniedee

Warnings:  PANIC ATTACK MENTIONED IN THIS CHAPTER, Depression, Anxiety, Abandonment, Therapy Sessions, Language

Summary: Mike’s bug makes its way through the friend group, because, you know sharing is caring. 

Rating: M

Word Count: 4,656

On Monday, Ben was sick, Tuesday, Jess. There was no doubt that whatever Mike had was making its way through the entire friend group. There was something daunting about each of your friends leaving you behind and you waiting for the inevitable moment when you lose your breakfast.Wednesday, I got sick, I woke up and ran to the bathroom, emptying the contents of my stomach. 

Dad cautiously entered, keeping his distance. “I think it’s best you stay home today.” 

I nodded, groaning as my stomach continued to do flips. “Jake’s supposed to come today.” 

Dad chuckled, “I don’t think you need him seeing you like this.” 

“Definitely not.” I snarked back, getting off the floor of the bathroom. 

“I’ll let Billy know that you’ve caught the bug, Jake’s probably not too far behind you. This things going through you guys like a wildfire.” Dad backed away from the door. “Do you need anything before I head for work?” 

“I’m good, just going to go back to bed.” I murmured, pulling the covers up to my chin as I crawled into bed. I woke up to the sound of the phone ringing and plodded downstairs to answer it. “Hello?” 

“Oh, you do sound awful.” Jake’s voice stated, a hint of worry in it. 

“You sure know how to make a girl feel special, Jake.” I teased weakly. 

“Do you need anything?” He asked.

“I think so, I’m sorry we can’t hang out today.” I murmured, leaning against the wall. 

“Who said we can’t hang out?” Jake asked. 

“My date with the bathroom floor.” I answered. 

Jake chuckled, “I’m probably going to get this since I was close to Mike when he was spewing his guts out, besides, we need to get your college applications rolling, they wait for no illness.” 

“Jake, you really don't want this.” I stated. 

“I’ll be over in an hour, Charlie’s going to be late tonight, he called dad, and I’m not going to chicken out just because you’re sick. So, what color gatorade do you want?” 

“Blue?” I murmured, glancing around the house, it wasn’t as much of a disaster as it had been in a while and honestly I don’t know that I have the strength to clean it. 

“Bells, it’s gonna be fine, don’t stress. You need to lay back down, go to bed, I’ll be over, I don’t need special treatment.”

“What, are you some kind of mind reader?” I asked before thinking and felt my chest contract. Fuck. 

“Just for you.” He answered. “Now go back to bed. I’ll be there soon.” 

“Bye.” I whispered, hanging up the phone and sliding down the wall. My heartbeat thrumming in my ears as it became hard to breathe. I knew it was a panic attack, Dr. Gilbert had spent a lot of time this week helping with identifying triggers and what to do if I was triggered. I just hadn’t expected to need to use her methods just yet. I started breathing slowly and deeply, wiling the shaking to go away as I pulled my legs up to my chest. I wrapped my arms around my knees, I had to hold myself together, just had to. Mind reader, my own voice was taunting me. Golden eyes flashed in my mind, no concern, just indifference. Then the tears started, could you drown from your own tears? That was my final coherent thought before I faded from reality and was pitched into darkness. 

“Bells?” Jake’s voice called from the door, and I opened my eyes, he rounded the corner and the bags in his arms fell to the ground and he closed the distance between us. Stopping mere inches from me before he was on his knees. “Bells, Bella…Can I touch you?” He murmured gently. 

I nodded and he took up the space next to me and pulled me into his chest. His arms wrapped around me as he pulled me close. “Breathe with me, match my breathing, c’mon baby.” He murmured in my ear. I realized the wheezing sound was coming from me. I started to match the rise and fall of his chest. “That’s it, that’s so good.” 

I looked up at him and met his dark eyes. “Jake, I’m sorry.” 

“Nothing to be sorry about.” He murmured.

“It’s….I just….I…” I kept trying to start a sentence but he shook his head. 

“I don’t need to know until you’re ready. And you don’t have to be ready today.” He started drawing slow circles on my back. “We can stay here as long as you need.” 

I pulled myself up and he loosened his hold around me. “I’m still sorry.” I whispered.

He shook his head, but considered me for a moment. “So, I’m thinking maybe college applications aren’t the best plan for tonight, but I do have gatorade, some chicken noodle soup, and no where to be for the rest of the night.” 

“I’m already really behind though.” I murmured. 

“Well, let’s do gatorade, I’ll get the soup going, then we’ll see how you’re doing and evaluate what’s next after that.” He answered. “Think you can sit in the kitchen, keep me company?” 

I nodded and he gave me the gentlest smile before pulling away and standing up. He offered me a hand and pulled me from the ground and made sure I was settled into a chair at the kitchen table before he retrieved the hallway. He set them down and opened one of the gatorades and set it in front of me. I stared at it for a moment, wondering if the color blue that it was could actually be healthy for human consumption. But with the look that he was giving me, I knew I needed to start drinking it. 

He turned and started to cook after I took the first sip. It was odd, watching how comfortable he was in my kitchen. 

“Dad and Charlie have a lot of game nights and there’s only so much eating chips and dip a kid can take.” Jake joked, making me realize that I had said that aloud. 

“And here I thought that they were only capable of ordering shitty pizza.” I joked. 

“Pizza is a rare occurrence, only reserved for times when they lose a bet with each other.” Jake responded, giving a small smile to me as he turned away from the pot and let it begin to heat up. “So…do you want to talk about it? It’s cool if you don’t, I just…I can’t help but feel a little guilty.” 

I raised my eyebrow, “What do you have to be guilty about?” 

He chuckled, “I feel like I inadvertently caused your panic attack, and I want….I want to make sure I don’t do it again.” 

“You didn’t, trigger it, I did. It’s not a big deal.” I answered. 

“Bella, you were on the floor for an hour.” He chided.

“I was on the floor all morning with my toilet.” I answered. 

“Not the same.” He urged then sighed. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to pry.” 

I chewed on my bottom lip for a moment. “It was the joke, I made. About mind readers, it was a running joke with him, and I didn’t realize that it would affect me.” I should be worried about how easy that lie was. 

Jake’s eyes softened and he nodded. “Thank you for telling me.” He turned back to the stove and glanced at the pot before turning back to me. “Is there anything I should avoid saying, or doing?” 

Leaving. My mind supplied, but I pushed that down, remembering how Dr. Gilbert had said that it was important for you to share triggers with people you were around, but that one didn’t feel like it needed to be shared right now, but you should also be open. “I’m still working on knowing them, but blood, um, I don’t know. We talked about potential ones this week.” I started tapping my fingers on my leg. “Dr. Gilbert thinks that after everything, abandonment, someone leaving without any contact, that might be a trigger.” 

The full force of Jake’s gaze was locked on me now, for a moment I willed the stove to start boiling over, no luck, now that would be a power. “I’m not planning on going anywhere, Bells.” He murmured. “Not for a long time.” 

A warm feeling blossomed in my chest at that, at the sincerity in his tone. I just nodded and he turned back to the stove. It felt odd, that warm feeling in my chest, I wasn’t sure that I would ever be able to feel it again. Was it too soon for that feeling to be there? I was pulled from my thoughts by Jake setting a bowl of steaming soup in front of my face. 

“Dinner’s served.” He stated, a grin on his face as he pulled up a chair across from me with his own bowl.

I took a tentative sip from my spoon, my stomach remained settled so I tried a bit more. “It’s good.” I murmured. 

“I’ll be sure to pass the review onto Lipton.” Jake replied, smile still in his eyes. 

We ate the rest in silence, Jake checking to see if I needed anything else, checking to make sure that I was still feeling alright. “You know, you’re probably going to be in my seat soon enough, maybe you should be worried about yourself.” 

“I guess you’ll just have to return the favor.” Jake said with a wink as he cleaned up the table, putting the remaining soup in the fridge. “Maybe Charlie will need something. Alright, lets start on your application.”

We settled on the couch, Jake took my laptop from my hands and settled in, opening Peninsula’s website. “So, you’re thinking education, right? Or do we want to go with undecided?” 

I paused for a moment, mulling over the daunting fact that the choice of my future was going to be left up to the little blank boxes on the application. “Education, undecided feels too open for me.” 

Jake nodded and continued typing away. “So there’s some questions, I can hand you the laptop, or you can dictate to me, whichever works for you.” 

“You can type, that way I can ensure that it’s made into something intelligent.” I answered. 

“Are you calling me smart, Bella Swan?” Jake teased. 

“I’d definitely call you a smart ass.” I answered, without missing a beat, laughing at Jake’s mock hurt face. 

“Alright, tell me about an influential person in your life.” 

I started to ramble about Dad, about how much he meant to me, how much it meant that he wanted to help people. The questions continued in the same manner, me rambling an answer, Jake editing it down and giving it more of an academic feel. I hadn’t noticed how much time had passed until I heard the door open. 

“Bella?” Dad’s voice called from the doorway. 

“In the living room!” I called back, hearing his footsteps shuffle into the house. 

“Ah, Jake, how are you?” 

“I’m good, Charlie. There’s extra soup in the fridge, we’re working on Bella’s application to Peninsula.” 

“Peninsula’s a good school. Are you feeling better?” Dad’s focus was turned back to me. 

“I kept down a bowl of soup and some Gatorade.” I answered. “Seems like it’s calming down.” 

“Good to know.” Dad responded. “I’m going to eat then head up to bed, Jake, make sure that you let Billy know if you’re running late. If you need, just sleep on the couch.” He shuffled into the kitchen, but his eyes were tired, his walk unsteady. 

“They’re really trying to figure out what’s going on in the forest aren’t they?” Jake asked once he was out of earshot. 

“Yeah, it’s been a rough week.” 

“We’re almost done, just need you to fill out all your information, social security number and all that.” Jake said, passing the laptop to me. His eyes wandered to the kitchen as Dad wandered upstairs with a small wave. 

I typed in the final blank spaces, glancing over the application, then the cursor hovered over the submit button. It seemed so real, and somehow, not quite real. Jake’s hand bumped mine. “C’mon, it’s not so scary once you send it away.” 

I nodded and clicked the button, the screen turned to a spinning wheel before a large congratulations filled the screen. “All done.” I murmured. 

“Not so bad, was it?” Jake gave me a small bump with his shoulder. 

“Definitely had worse.” I responded, closing the laptop and setting it aside. “Thank you, for everything.” 

“Anytime, like I said, I’m not going anywhere.” Jake murmured, his hand reaching out for mine, linking our fingers together. 

There was something easy about physical contact with Jake, there was a weight to it, but it didn’t have to carry that weight, it was easy. It was just Jake, it was an anchor in a storm. Regardless how heavy the winds blew, I knew that I wasn’t going to go anywhere, and I wasn’t going to lose him. 

“I should head home, let Billy know that you’ve got at least one application out there, and that you’re feeling better.” 

I gave his hand a gentle squeeze. “I really do appreciate it, not sure how to repay it, aside from having chicken soup and gatorade ready when you get this.” 

“You don’t need to worry about paying me back, Bells.” Jake replied giving my hand a squeeze before he stood up. “I’ll see you soon. Good night.” 

“Night, Jake.” I murmured, getting up to walk him out the door. I stood at the door while I watched his tail lights fade in the distance. As I settled into bed, I gave a silent prayer that the butterflies in my stomach were exactly that, butterflies. 

A few days passed and the phone started ringing, Dad sighed and answered it before handing it to me over the kitchen table. “For you.” There was a glint in his eye that I was starting to associate with Jake. 

“Hey, Jake.” I quipped as I took the phone from him. 

“Hey, Bells.” Jake’s voice came through the line, gravely and distorted. 

“You’re not sounding so good, I warned you that you were going to get this. What time do you want the soup and gatorade?” I asked. 

“As much as I would appreciate it, I don’t think this is the stomach bug you had.” His voice sounded so weak. “I don’t want to get you sick, you just got better. I’m going to need to take a raincheck on that soup and gatorade for now.” 

“Are you sure, I’m not afraid of a cold.” 

“Bells, please, don’t come. I’ll call you when I’m feeling better, promise.” 

“Okay, I hope you feel better.” I murmured. 

“Thanks Bells, I’ll talk to you soon.” He replied, then the line went dead. 

“You going to play nurse to Jake?” Dad asked, a smirk under his mustache. 

“He said that he didn’t want me around, thinks it’s something different from what I had.” I answered. 

Dad raised an eyebrow. “Sure.” 

I tilted my head at him, a small smile on my lips. “You sound like you disagree.” 

“I know that if I had a pretty girl willing to play nurse to me, I’d want her there, but I also might not want her to see me as less than macho.” He answered, raising his eyebrows as he took a sip of coffee. “Probably just wants to be a tough guy to you.” 

I rolled my eyes, “Whatever you say, Dad.” I grabbed my truck keys. “I’ll see you after school?” 

“Barring anymore attacks, you’ll see me.” 

School was relatively normal, Jess and Ben commiserated with me over the stomach bug, somehow Ange had managed to make it out unscathed. Jess immediately tuned into the knowledge that Jake had taken care of me. Then she tried to make a plan for me to play nurse that I knew Dad and Billy would not approve of, although, given how hard the two of them seemed to be trying to push Jake and I together, I’m not too sure of how opposed to it they would be….

I settled in at home with some homework, Dad had thrown together a meal and tossed it in the oven. He was watching it as it cooked. “A watched pot may never boil, but a watched meal won’t burn.” He muttered as his eyes remained locked on the oven. 

Once I was done with my homework I grabbed the phone and called Jake. The phone line was busy. I sighed, but put it back on the hook. I called after dinner, same busy signal. I tried to hide my disappointment from Dad, but he caught it as he watched me climb up the stairs.

“Billy’s probably got the lines all tied up.” He murmured reassuringly. 

“Yeah, probably.” I murmured. 

I hunkered down in my bed that night, with an uneasy feeling as I tried to find sleep. The days continued, calling Jake, either getting a busy signal, or Billy. Billy’s comments were always the same. “Sorry, Bella, Jake’s asleep. He’s currently in the bathroom and I think he would kill me if you heard him vomiting. Hell of a bug you guys are passing around.” 

“Just give him some time, Bella.” Dad responded. “Talked to Harry today, says he thinks he’s got mono. You definitely don’t need to be wrapped up in that.” 

“Don’t you get mono through kissing?” I asked. 

“Exactly why you’re not going down there.” Dad answered. 

“Dad!” I yelped. 

“Just calling it as I see it. You don’t take care of someone who’s sick if you don’t care about them.” Dad said with finality. “Give him a week, see if he calls you back. If not, then you can call him non-stop, hell, knock down Billy’s door for all I care.” 

One week, I can do that. I thought to myself. What I didn’t tell myself was, a week can seem really long. Everyone warns you that healing is not a linear process, there isn’t a delusion that you will suddenly become perfect. But, the thing they don’t always tell you about spiraling is that you never know when it will hit you. They tell you to be mindful of triggers, things that might send you over the edge. But what are you supposed to do when they hit you out of nowhere? And how are you supposed to know all of them when you haven’t experienced them? So I called, maybe a day short of a week, but it was close enough. 

“He’s feeling better Bella, but he’s not around, he’s out with the boys.” Billy answered. 

“Thanks for letting me know, Billy.” I murmured, hanging up the phone. He was out with the boys and didn’t have the decency to let me know he was okay, after everything. You’re not worth caring about. My mind supplied and I shook my head. I matter to the people who I care about, who care about me. I argued. 

You’re not worth it. Echoed in my mind. I stormed out of the house and into the forest. The image of the meadow flooded my mind. I tried to shake it, but I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Today, I would find it. On my own. Hiking entailed a level of grace and coordination, that by this point, I should have known I didn’t have, but I was determined. I was going to find that damn meadow. What I was going to do when I found it, maybe I would finally be happy to know that it was real. Maybe I would just set it on fire. Who knew? After a few hours I finally found it. The blue flowers still dotting the grass. 

It was real, a giggle escaped my lips. I had found it. I pushed away the memories of what had happened the last time I was here and just breathed in the scent of the flowers as the wind blew through, causing them to bend and sway. It wasn’t a dream, it wasn’t me imagining a better place. It was real. 

“Hello, Bella.” I heard a familiar voice behind me. 

I turned quickly, losing my footing and falling as my eyes settled on Laurent. His eyes were a bright red, from what I could remember he was supposed to be with vegetarians, that seemed unlikely now. “Laurent, what a surprise.” I said as he offered a hand to me and pulled me up. 

“Yes, well, I was in the area. I stopped by the Cullen’s, but they weren’t in.” 

I let out a chuckle. “Well, you know how it goes. They like to travel.” I tried to keep myself calm, he would sense any shift in my heartbeat, hopefully he took the pace for startling me. 

“It almost seemed like they had moved on.” 

“They did, they visit from time to time, though.” 

He studied me for a moment. “I am surprised that Edward would go anywhere without you.” 

I shrugged, “It is harder when you’re just a human. I’ll have to let them know that you were around though, they’ll be sad to have missed you.” 

Laurent gazed around the meadow, inhaling deeply. “I am sure. It has been…enjoyable spending time with their cousins.” Something flashed in his eyes before he let out a wry chuckle. “But the diet is hell on someone who is not used to it. I have to admit, sometimes, I cheat.” His gaze turned directly to me. 

“Jasper struggles too. He has to be so careful at home.” I wrapped my arm around my middle.

Laurent smiled. “As do I.” He took a step closer to me. 

“Did Victoria find you?” I asked, realizing it sounded more desperate than I had intended. 

He faltered, “Yes, she did. I actually came here for her.”

“Oh, is she around?” I asked. 

“She’s… around.” He murmured. “She is going to be put out I fear.”

“Because she missed you?” 

Laurent rolled his eyes, like one does with a child who has asked one too many questions. “Because, dear Bella, I’m going to kill you.” 

My heart beat thrummed in my ears. 

“She wanted the honor.” Laurent stated, taking another step towards me. “Edward killed her mate, it’s only fair that she kills his. A mate for a mate.” 

I was going to die, in this meadow. This fucking meadow that I had to find, fuck this place for being real. “It’s such a shame, to find you, while I’m hunting. I imagine she will be angry, but she’ll be angry for a millennia over James.” Laurent shrugged, taking a deep inhale through his nose.  “And you, are so…mouthwatering. It’s amazing that Edward never took a taste.” He stepped closer, reaching out for a strand of my hair, but froze. “It can’t be.” His eyes were staring behind me. 

I turned my neck to see hulking figures emerge from the tree line. Bears? He was afraid of bears? I turned further and saw them, wolves. But they weren’t normal wolves, they were giant, what was in the water around here? A snarl ripped from the black wolf’s maw as he walked towards Laurent, ignoring me. I froze as more followed behind it. Laurent was backing away, eyes wide. A growl sounded from my right, I glanced over to see a russet colored wolf stop ten feet from me. I made eye contact with the wolf, and it froze, a huff of air burst from its mouth. I felt warmth in my chest as it stared at me for a beat longer before turning towards Laurent, lip raising to show its impressive teeth. The black wolf let out a bark and Laurent ran, closely followed by the wolves. The one that had met my eyes glanced back for a second before racing after the others. One final howl and the forest fell silent. 

“What the hell are you doing, Bella?” I asked myself, looking around the meadow. I could have died here, was that what I wanted? No, it’s not. I turned trying to remember what direction I came from, and the direction the wolves and Laurent went. It must have been a few hours before I finally found my way out of the forest. There were no signs of the wolves or Laurent, I raced into my truck and felt the tears begin to flow. Sobs fell from my lips. I calmed myself and let the growl of the engine soothe me. 

I finally reached the house, the sun was starting to fade behind the treetops. “Bella?” I heard Dad’s voice call the second I entered the door. 

I tried to make my voice even. “Yeah, it’s me.” 

“Where were you? I was worried sick…” His tirade was cut short when he saw me. “What happened?” 

“I went hiking and I… I saw the wolves, it’s not bears dad.” 

Dad’s eyes went wide as he started looking over me. “Are you okay?” 

“Yeah, a few scratches, I fell.” 

“What were you doing in the forest, we’ve talked about this. And now that I know there are wolves and it’s not bears…” 

“I just, needed to do something, and I didn’t realize I was so deep into the woods and then…” I trailed off as the tears started again. 

“Bells.” Dad murmured, pulling me into his chest. “No more hiking, not until we get this wolf situation figured out.” 

“I promise. I’m sorry, Dad.” His arms tightened around me. 

“You hungry?” 

I shook my head, “I just want to head up to bed.” 

“Okay, kiddo.” He murmured, I could feel his eyes on my back as I walked up the stairs. I got into my room and heard a rapping on my window. I felt the panic rise in my chest, she was here. I looked and saw Jake, hanging onto the tree and gesturing at the window. I sighed and pulled it open. “What do you want?” 

He raised a hand at me. “I just want to talk.” 

“You want to talk, now?” I asked, gesturing at the sky. 

He sighed, “Please, Bells.” His eyes met mine. 

“Fine.” I stepped aside and he launched himself through the window, landing on light feet. 

His gaze moved back to mine. “I’m sorry.” 

“About what? Ditching me for Sam’s gang?” I started in on him. 

“I didn’t…” He started. 

“You did.” I snapped. “You left me, just like he did.”

Jake winced visibly at that statement. “Bella, I didn’t have a choice. I couldn’t….”

“Save it, Jake.” I glared up at him. “I’m glad you have new friends. I hope they are better company that I was. And you can fuck off.” 

He stared at me, shock evident in his face. “Bella, please, give me a chance to explain. I didn’t…” 

I cut him off, “There is always a choice and you made yours.” 

He glanced back at me, his eyes looked like they were filling with tears. “Alright, do you want me to leave?” 

“I think that would be best.” I answered, trying to ignore the pain I saw in his face. 

“Okay. I’ll go.” He murmured, giving me one final glance before jumping out the window. I saw him run off and glance back one more time before he disappeared into the tree line. In the distance I heard a single wolf’s howl. 

The anger that had come to the surface died down and I felt tears start in my eyes. I threw myself onto my bed and sobbed into my pillow. I was alone again and it felt like someone was clawing at my chest. When sleep finally overtook me, I dreamed of the wolf, and his eyes. Those eyes, they were so familiar…

#fever #bella x jacob #jacob black x bella swan

[xgoldxnhour]

26 days. The wind feels far too quiet for the storm that resides within her lungs. Meetings and investigations fall silent as all they carry are their condolences. Everything is being worked in the background—she’s told. Roan le Roux is missing.

Her phone lights again, either another pity party or it’s the detective with another update of misguided optimism ultimately stating that an investigation of running in circles. At first she came to clean up the mess after law enforcement returned what couldn’t be seen as evidence. Apparently the job description never heard of the rule of leave it how you left it. Also seems like no one has followed that rule since preschool. It’s a full day of organizing as El sits on the floor surrounded by papers and things left and unused. If they knew anything, they’d know that her father was rarely home to call it such. Work. Travel. Hotels. Hell, sometimes he’d crash on her couch because it’s closer to the airport as he has eight hours before his next flight.

And here, she sits amidst pieces of a puzzle she can’t quite see the picture clearly. He lived modestly, a sweet house that also stood as her home of two years before college. The house was a museum, filled with photos on the wall of milestones and old whims of the past. His platoon that far more like family that his own left back home. Her mother, whom she’s a ringer of apparently. An image she never saw past the eyes of an eight year old. He ran away to be with her and they nestled their lives all over the continent. As someone who claimed he would never settle down, Gwendolyn was the greatest opportunity and choice in his lifetime. Even with such little time.

Her gaze falls on one that she hadn’t seen in years. Her mother sits on the beach in a color that could only fit her with and those small oval sunglasses. In her arms sits two identical toddlers—El and her brother, Jesse, when they’re not even two years old. The blonde children dawn bucket hats and strips of sun screen. Jesse is giggling at the seams and El sits with her tongue out and heart shaped sunglasses.

Her phone lights up again, revealing another photo on her screen. It’s uncannily the same boy from the photos on the wall, just taller and managed to grow some hair on his face. His face is a silly one with sun rays cascading down the corner, almost obscuring his face. Jesse’s calling.

“Hey, I have a question for you?” She asks the moment she accepts the call.

“Yeah?”

“Would we still be considered orphans even if we’re well past the age where they can throw us into a home.”

He’s quiet for a second, understanding that this is just her version of coping. She never was one who dealt with loss easily. Even gave their childhood dead fish a funeral.

“Don’t think there’s an age limit on that one, kid. Even if you exceed the bar, you’re still tall enough to ride.”

She smirks—weak and barely air piercing through her nose but present nonetheless. Tossing a straggling chess piece back on the floor, El silently nods.

“Where are you?”

“Where do you think I am?”

“You’re not gonna find anything that they haven’t already found.”

“Yeah, well someone’s gotta clean up their fucking messes.”

“Look—“ Jesse pauses. “—I was thinking…maybe you should come out here for awhile. Get your mind off the whole thing. I’ll buy the ticket, I won’t let that be your excuse…and we can take a vacation. Head to the beach and camp out for a few days. Think…think it would be good for you. Getchu outta that rain.” It’s not just the London weather he’s referring to.

“Uh, lemme…lemme think about it—okay? Maybe.”

He’s quiet. Suppose that’s all he can ask for.

“Okay. Lemme know and I’ll buy the ticket. Any day of the week. Month. Whatever. You pick.”

“Okay—thanks…J—uh, I—I gotta go. Love you.”

She cleans for a few more hours, making quite the dent. A few things seemed untouched like the safe he keeps hidden. Though El has tired herself for the night and decided that finishing up will be tomorrow El’s problem.

The bedroom hasn’t changed much since she moved out all those years ago. Suppose you don’t need a guest room with no guests. Though she passes her old abode and goes straight into his room. Somehow this was one they barely touched. Slowly, El drags herself onto the bed and lays on top of the covers. There, she curls and the tears she’s been holding all day begin to well.

@postscriptumafortiori

#postscriptumafortiori #v: tbd

[themermaidsdragon]

Love to Hate You

Warnings: Mildly Dubious Consent,Underage Sex,Oral Sex,,Rough Sex,Blindfolds,Marking,sex in a broom closet,Slytherins Being Slytherins

Summary:

After spending a week looking for his jacket, with no luck at all, Adelia found herself having to finally tell him at a quidditch tournament. How was she ever going to repay him ;)

Notes:

In this chapter of Adelia and Laurel, will Adelia eventually get her revenge or will Laurel keep getting his way till she breaks? Thanks for reading!

Chapter 3: What Not to Do at a Quidditch Game

Adelia all week is a wreck with no one being able to recognize her, not even her best friend. One of the days Daisy finally had to ask what was going on. "Hey Adelia, do you need help with something. " Daisy said, watching Adelia check under her bed for the tenth time that day. "No, I'm fine, I just misplaced something important. " "Well how important? I'm a little worried, your hair is a mess, and I don't think you have been, showering nor wearing the bright clothes you always do. Did you lose your candy?" "Yaaaaaaaa, candy that’s it." Daisy narrowed her eyes on her. "You just lied to me." "Okkkkaaay fine, I didn’t lose my candy. I lost Laurel’s jacket the other night and I don’t know what I did with i-" "Wait! Why would you have his jacket? Unless!" Adelia quickly stuck a piece of candy in her mouth. "No one can know! It was a one-time thing…okay two-time thing. That's it though, and that’s all it is going to be too! I just have to find that jacket." she says before storming out of the room. Daisy thought for a second to herself, Wait, didn’t I see a jacket under the couch the other day.

---------------One week Later------------------------------------

Adelia got out of the bath and wrapped a towel around her before going back to her room. After a whole week of looking for the jacket Adelia had admitted defeat. Now she had to figure out when and how she was going to tell him.

“Hey, Adelia, you gotta get ready for the game! We don’t wanna miss Freddie and Calenhad’s quidditch match. Freddie will be very mad if we do, and the whole crew is probably already there waiting for us!” Daisy shouts from downstairs in their common room. “....................................” “Adelia!!” “I know! I’m coming! I just need a few minutes! I’ll meet you down at the field soon!” Adelia shouts back to her. “Okay, don’t be late! “Okaaaaaay!”

Adelia slammed herself on the bed face down. Fuck! Fuck! Fuuuuuck! Now I have to tell him today because he is going to be there. Noooooooo. I really don’t want to look at his stupid face and tell him. He’s going to try and make me feel really bad about it, and then he will say I still have to make it up to him if I haven't found it yet. Adelia’s face turns red and starts to feel warm. NO! I refuse to do that again. Two times was too much already. It won’t happen again. I will figure out another way. I will buy him a new one or make him a new one. Perfect, that is what I will do.

Adelia got up and dressed in her bright colored attire. Now clean and dressed like usual she was ready to face him. She couldn’t show him how distressed she was by all this. Adelia made her way down to the quidditch field. It was Gryffindor versus Slytherin today, so it was going to be intense, since Freddie would be going up against some of our friends. Adelia was always confused who to cheer for when that happened.

Adelia tried to walk slowly down the path to see if the game would start before, she got there. That way she could sit down, and Laurel couldn’t talk to her if the game had started. Then when it was over, she would just run before anybody got up and get back to her room before he could catch up with her. She didn’t do it though…..

As she got to one of the entrances for the field, she saw people still walking in to watch the game. Fuck, it still hasn’t started yet. Okay. Okay. That’s fine I will just run to find the crew and sit down with them. He wouldn’t say anything in front of them…..Shit he totally would….Well that’s all I got! Adelia picked up her pace a bit and started to head up the stands. Before she could get even close though she heard his voice from behind.

“Well fancy seeing you here, Darling. It sure is cold out, don't you think?” Laurel says with his usually cocky tone. Fucking Slytherins. Adelia turned around on her heels and stopped to look at him. “Well maybe you should have more than one jacket.” “Well, I never thought someone would steal it from me.” Laurel says. “....I didn’t steal it! We have gone over this!” Adelia yells at him. “Hmm, is that your shirt inside out? Are you in your own head lately? Still thinking about our times together.? Adelia looked down at her shirt that was indeed, inside out. “Ew, no, of course not. It’s just…the new style….ya, the new style thank you very much…….ughh shut up.” “So, you were thinking about me?” Laurel said with a smirk. “NO!” Adelia screamed at him.

Laurel got even closer to her now, and she could now feel the heat from his body. “Shhhh, we don’t want anyone to think there is something wrong, now do we.” he says softly into her ear. He grabs her chin and grazes her lips with his. Adelia closes her eyes thinking about him touching her like last time, and how it felt. Snapping out of it she slaps his hand away. “Listen, I don’t like you. In fact, I hate you, but I did lose your jacket. So, I can buy you a new one or my mom taught me how to make clothes when I was younger, so I can try to make you a new one. Whichever option you want.” Adelia says, staring into his eyes.

Laurel places a hand over her head and rests it against the wooden beam behind her. “That would be a great idea, but one problem.” he says. “That problem being what? “ Adelia says in a sassy tone. “It was a family heirloom. Ya know, my father’s father wore it and passed it down to my father. Then my father wore it and passed it down to me. Which now it meant more to me than ever, ya know because he is dead now.” Laurel says with a look of sadness Adelia never saw before. “....Laurel I-” Adelia says, in a concerned voice before he kisses her on the lips. The kiss was passionate. After a few moments their lips parted. “Well, you could warm me up right now to help me feel better.” Laurel said, taking her by the hand and leading her under the stands.

Adelia glared at Laurel and tried to pretend not to be excited… she didn’t want to admit that she enjoyed it… doing this with Laurel. Laurel took off her cloak, he laid it out on the ground and had her lay down on it. “Don’t want to get grass stains on your cute outfit now, do we?” he smirked, and Adelia blushed “Don’t pretend to be thoughtful” she huffed and looked away. Laurel let out a dramatic sigh “You lost a precious family heirloom and now you refuse to accept the fact that I can be a little thoughtful” he pouted, and Adelia groaned “I said I was going to buy you a new one!” she exclaimed, and Laurel covered her mouth “hush love, we certainly don’t want to be caught by someone” he smirked. Laurel removed his hand from her mouth and began to unbutton her top enough to expose her breast, and then swiftly pulled her pants and panties down to her knees. Adelia's nipples hardened as soon as the cold air hit them. Laurel smiled and gently tugged her nipples “We may have to be quick love… it’s a little cold out today” he purred. Laurel crawled up to straddle her just below her chest “In fact… I may need you to warm my cock up a bit before I fuck you” he smirked and unzipped his pants and placed his cock between her breasts “Not as big as Daisy’s, but I think yours are very cute and perky” he said. Adelia glared at him “I’m gonna bite the tip off” she warned, and he laughed squishing her breasts against his cock and began to fuck her tits “Don’t worry love, I prefer yours.” Adelia blushed dark as Laurel thrusted his cock between her tits, it frustrated her that she was actually getting wet from it! Laurel’s face when he blushes… and pants hard, his brow furrowed in concentration… he looks so handsome… Adelia’s eyes widened and she shoved him off, she rather not look at his face right now... his stupid handsome face… “Alright! Enough of this!” she said and turned around and got on her hands and knees, so she didn’t have to look at him. Laurel smiled and teased her wet entrance “What a naughty position you’ve chosen today…” he whispered in her ear and pushed inside her. Adelia gasped, his was a much different angle… it felt like he was even deeper inside than usual “L-Laurel… fuck…” her pussy tightening around him. Laurel grunted and squeezed her ass going faster “Shit love… your pussy is getting so much tighter… you like it when I fuck you like a bitch in heat?” he asked and slapped her ass. “S-shut up…” Adelia groaned and bit her lip… fuck it felt so good. “Laurel… I… I’m close…” she warned him, her pussy dripping as she came on his cock. Laurel made sure to pull out as usual and cum on her ass “Damn… that was good…” he panted and sat back and watched Adelia get up and put her clothes on properly. Laurel got up and opened his book bag and put his jacket on and smirked when he saw Adelia staring at him with her mouth wide open “You…y-you…” Adelia was at a loss for words. Laurel snickered “What? It’s cold out… I need a jacket” he said, and Adelia’s face turned bright red with anger “I thought your family jacket was still lost! How long have you had it!?” she asked angrily, and Laurel laughed “Adelia this is just a regular house jacket, who in the world would keep a jacket as a family heirloom? Honestly Adelia you are so naïve it’s cute” he said and gently pinched her cheek “Thanks for the good time love, I'll see you later” he winked and exited the stands leaving Adelia standing under the stands stunned for a moment before bursting in anger “I HATE THAT GUY SO MUCH!” she exclaimed and stormed out from under the bleachers, only to see Daisy outside waiting for her with a blank face holding up three fingers at her and then snickering a little bit.

#d&d oc #dungeons and dragons #harry potter #fanfic #d&d #harry potter smut #hogwarts legacy #fanfiction

[animalcrackersinmyhead]

3.31.23

I grab onto the mundane and hold it like I coddle my mouse for my keyboard. Perhaps it is by the mundane that I interface with the human processor I’ve been given. Maybe I find a will to live hidden underneath the piece of mail from a credit card company that sits on my table because my trash is too full to fit anything inside. Maybe It is hiding behind the string of colored paper lanterns folded into a small box that sits on my kitchen countertop unpacked. Or is it twisted in the orange tank top that fell behind my green couch that I’ve been too lazy to grab.

I can hope. I can hope something as insignificant as a clean floor could clean my thoughts up for a while longer.

My plants are dying. I feel remorse and shame. I keep replaying that scene in you’ve got mail where Kathleen Kelly writes an email to NY152 talking about how it felt her mother had died all over when her shop closed. Watching my plants die in slow motion because I have stared at them so much lately that I think I am starting to observe the dying process. It’s gradual then suddenly it’s there and doesn’t feel gradual at all. I find myself staring at their wilted green remnants flopped from their stems. It’s like they are acting out the word “sorry” and seeing if I will bite. I bite I bite. I watered them two days ago. I keep telling myself that maybe that one watering will be enough for them to last forever. Silly.

 I’ve been flirting with more thoughts of dying.  It’s like sliced summer sausage on ritz crackers. It entices me like a dirty spoon. I’ve been allowing more thoughts in just to see, What am I really made of? What do I really want? Do I want to die? Really, do I?

Today I called a woman and unbeknownst to me, she had just tried to kill herself. She said she swallowed two pieces of glass but then it hurt so bad she had to call the ambulance. She was waiting for them to arrive and she followed the wave of panicked, hysterical, crying, then silence, then quick talking and brief laughter where I even forgot there was glass somewhere in her anatomy.  It seemed to come in waves. Struck by the timing of the event I found an ease in navigating the situation because of my curiosity towards this woman and event in time and because I sorta envied her. Except waiting for the ambulance part- now that part I don’t envy. I was curious, really curious what the sensation of glass tearing her throat apart felt like. We ended up talking about her love of makeup, hair, and fashion instead. Ten minutes later we said our goodbyes and I told her I am sending positive thoughts that I hope materialize themselves into matter and improve her life in some cosmic way this weekend. I wonder where she is at while I write this. Maybe lying in a hospital bed with the sound of a tv playing in the background as she struggles to sleep, Maybe she died. I plan to call her Monday but so curious what she is up to. Carolan, what an odd way to spell a name. What an odd way to choose to die. What an odd human. I liked her. I liked that she swallowed glass. Can I say that? Sure! But really, why glass? Did she read about it somewhere? Was it some poetic symbolism like to reflect her fragility? I wonder.

Earlier I went to the kitchen and grabbed a fortune cookie and whispered to it that whatever the fortune is will be if I kill myself or not. The fortune said I would be sitting on top of the world. I laughed.

I met with a therapist yesterday. Interesting. I enjoyed it and was surprised by that. So I said fuck it and purchased 6 sessions. Many things I need to work through. She looks, sounds, acts JUST like Madison which makes me feel safe. Madison is a human that allows me to stretch out my limbs and not pretend to be a modern day sapien. If mindfulness ever wanted to take human form it would be Madison. She’s been my anchor throughout these years. I’ve seen her in her trenches and triumphs. All of this to say, I feel comfortable with this therapist. We laughed a lot. She is a delightful creature.

Earlier today I saw a former coworker from my last job. Last time I saw her, I was sitting across from her in my office giving her a performance review. I saw areas of improvement but she was only 5 ish months in and I was delighted by her progress. Then, my supervisors canned her the next day without any justifiable reason and without seeking my opinion. I am still outraged about that to this day. She was the only black person there and I can’t help if racism I others led to that decision because as someone who was actively checking her work and evaluating it, I saw a hardworking woman that maybe was slower to learn things initially, once she grasped them, she was diligent in her execution… then the next day, without a justifiable reason, they let her go. So here she was in front of me at my new work place. We both lit up and yelped when we saw each other. I was able to speak my opinion on it and she seemed like her shoulder knocked off rocks of weight from their caps when she realized she had done a great job and that I felt no reason to fire her. Genuinely. I don’t get it. Another woman who was white and didn’t work and had little to no computer productivity stayed a year longer, others years. Anyways, she found a better place to work at and that made me very hapy for her. I was so thrilled to see her.

Earlier in the day, I spoke to a man crying on the phone who had just left the hospital for a suicide attempt and was recounting to me how 5 friends and family members have killed themselves in front of him on different occasions. After that I talked to a mother who was mustering all the strength in the world to not cry on the phone with me while she told me how her daughter wants to kill herself. This life isn’t easy. I wonder how electrons are feeling about it all.

[black-rose-writings]

Fate Season 2, Episode 1

Let’s get to the garbage fire

I say, before starting the episode a what looks like a literal garbage fire. Or at least a very trashy-looking party in the woods. Classy. Better than dead sheep, though.

Okay, a boy who looks and sounds like Philosopher’s stone era Neville is telling a couple to get a room.

And a sex scene. I did not need to see that. And a bitch is watching them.

The bitch is a bloodbender.

Some monster that eats the horny boy’s face.

Intro sequence.

Afea as ugly as ever, the music is barely passable.

Bloom is wearing very ugly clothes.

You’d expect a totalitarian regime would preffer their soldiers are like... disciplined?

Conspiracy time!

“You don’t know what you’re facing!” Then fucking tell her!

Bloom is a conservative, I guess. Not like... evil conservative. But definitelly a lot more in line with the rules than her OG counterpart.

Everyone looks worse than they did in season 1. Except maybe Musa. She wears something I could imagine OG!Musa wearing. Not a fan of short-hair!Stella.

Also... is Stella really wearing beige sweatpants and crocs? She looks like she’s going to take the trash out, not to school.

“Don’t fuck in the suite” seems like a reasonable rule, tbh.

Aisha boyfriend introduction? Okay I guess.

“Are you checking me out?” “No [insert practical reason]” is a trope I kinda don’t like.

The new Specialist uniforms are... still garbage. Just because it’s for adults doesn’t mean colors are banned.

Bad-ass music to show you how badass specialists are.

Sky’s dad is a cunt. Also, these guys can’t hold a candle to the OG specialists.

And Riven is a teacher’s pet, because he sucks up to the evil dictators.

Shitty bisexual and polyamorous representation incoming. And Riven is still gross.

And another unnecessary make-out session.

Beatrix can go fuck herself. She’s not evne funny this time.

Polaris AKA discount Omega, I assume.

Bloom’s planning a prison break. Because that’s not going to end horribly.

You didn’t even like the guy before he got arrested.

Why is Bloom so fucking focused on “how things used to be”? Bitch, I get that you’re coping, but this aint the way.

Maybe father your son instead of shitting on the man who actually did? My dude? I get that you’re evil, but like... jesus fuck.

For someone who’s been standing in the rain for a while, Stella’s surprisingly dry.

Why does Aisha even like this guy? Get some fucking standarts, man.

Well, you know, took you long enough to not absolutely hate each other. Shame all that bonding happened off-screen.

Secret evil lab time.

Sorry, Bea, I don’t think you’re in a position to demand shit from the Bitch in charge. This is going to end badly for you.

Okay, why don’t you clean it with magic? Oh, yeah, because Fate’s magic is fucking useless.

And Sky’s drinking alone in his room. And his dad is a piece of shit. He’s not even fucking sorry.

No, really, why is Bloom such a... conservative? Fucking disgrace

And, the plan is going to shit

“Keep up the pace and keep your mouth shut.” what a lovely advice.

Some kind of magic supressor, I assume. And that’s an oof.

And, Bloom is gonna find a body, I assume.

Fate doesn’t have creativity so they settle for shock value, I guess.

Time to meet discount Valtor.

Fuck that guy.

Like, hopefully, this is just a persona, but man... flanel?

So, she’s conservative because she blames herself. Got it.

Sky’s an artist, now? Oh, that’s a target.

That’s, what, third almost sex in this one episode? Jesus christ.

What’s Bloom doing?

Rosalind is torturing students for science. Okay.

#fate winx saga #winx #winx fate salt