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oh-sofarfromhome · 1 year

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Simplicity*

Warnings: smut, thigh riding, pregnancy sex, dirty talk, unprotected sex

Summary: Something as simple as Harry scrolling on his phone can send a pregnant Yn into a frenzy

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Yn steps out of the shower carefully, wrapping a fluffy towel around her as she makes her way to her bathroom sink and mirror, drying off and wrapping her bathrobe around her before she begins her after shower routine.

She smiles softly at her round belly, applying some cream to the forming stretch marks and just appreciating the growth. There were only three months left in her pregnancy, the time flying by and only making her and Harry unbelievably excited for their first child to come into the world.

When she’s all finished in there, she heads out to their bedroom to get dressed and sees Harry away and checking his phone. She takes in the sight of him just scrolling on his phone with barely any clothing, just some boxers. His hair is a bit messy from sleep and the stubble on his face is evident because of the early hours of the morning.

Yn gets a bit lost in thought, thinking about how he buried himself between her thighs when they got home last night, that same stubble leaving a delicious burn on her inner thighs. She clenches her thighs together unknowingly, and they’re getting a bit damp as she daydreams until she’s interrupted by the sound of a throat clearing.

She quickly snaps out of it, relaxing her legs as she looks to Harry who is now sitting up, his feet flat on the floor. Her heart speeds up when she sees the knowing smirk on his face, a glint in his eye as she gets a bit embarrassed that she’s been caught.

He’s just staring her down from his spot before reaching toward her. She steps closer so he can reach her and he pulls her to stand between his legs, leaning his neck up a bit to press a kiss to her lips. He moves her so she’s in his lap, her belly pressing against his a bit. His lips immediately trail down her jaw and to her neck, pressing chaste kisses to her collarbone.

Her lack of clothing beneath her robe becomes obvious the more he kisses her, a small wet patch starting to form at the spot she’s sitting. He chuckles when he feels the warmth, pulling away from her neck for a brief moment.

“Woke up needy f’me, hm?” he teases, softly nipping at a sensitive part of her neck. She hums at his question, reaching between them to his semi hard cock and palming it through his thin boxers.

“Seems like I’m not the only one needy,” she replies, quick to tease him the same way he did her.

“Guess you’re right,” he chuckles lightly, but his mood quickly shifts as he maneuvers her until she’s straddling his leg, “But we’re gonna get you taken care of first, how’s that sound?” he finishes, pulling away to look at her and make sure she wants this.

“Yes, please that’s okay,” she immediately replies, and he laughs softly at her excitement, making her pout and open her mouth to reply.

He beats her to it, rolling his eyes playfully. “Oh, shush. Just teasin’ you, baby,” he tsks, reaching to untie her robe and slip it down her shoulders and letting it fall to the floor carelessly. He wastes no more time, gripping her hips and helping her to move along his leg, right on his tiger tattoo.

The feeling shocks her for a moment, a small whine falling from her lips at the feeling of the muscle against her swollen clit. Her body bows a bit at the unexpected pleasure and her hand fly up to his shoulders to keep herself stable.

Harry just watches her intently, using her reactions to gauge whether or not he’s doing the right thing. His worries are gone within seconds, though, and he smiles in relief when she starts to work herself along his thigh, not leaving him to work as much while she chases her orgasm.

He knows she’s about to cum when her breath catches and her hips stutter, so he keeps his grip firm to not knock off her pace, knowing that her orgasm will go away if he doesn’t do the exact same thing he’s doing now. He goes the extra mile and starts to encourage her softly, praising her and the way she’s taking hold of her pleasure and showing him what she needs.

That sends her over the edge immediately, a loud and long moan leaving her lips as she cums hard on his thigh, her cum making the tiger glisten. “Just like that,” he praises, helping her come down. His lips are pressing soft kisses all over her to help ground her, sweet nothings falling from her lips. When she’s all recovered she sits up and presses her lips to his, shocking him with the intensity. He thought she’d be tapping out for the night but she has other plans, reaching into his boxers and taking his leaking cock into her hand.

He chokes on a surprised moan, bucking his hips into her hand as she starts to slowly stroke him, teasing him. She pulls away from his lips slowly, her chest heaving from the lack of air.

“Can I ride you?” she asks almost innocently, making Harry’s eyebrows shoot up. She hasn’t requested this position in quite a while, and understandably so. He takes one look at her and realizes just how much she wants this, but he always double checks to give her some time to back out.

“Yeah? Wanna be on top tonight?” he questions, his thumb rubbing circles on her hip. She nods enthusiastically, and he’s happy to meet her request, lifting his hips slightly to slip his boxers down enough to free his cock entirely. “Well, hop on then. Show me what y’got,” he teases, but he’s shutting up when she sinks down onto him, her swollen walls so tight around him he’s rendered speechless.

She sits with their hips pressed together until she gets used to the slight stretch, wasting no time in placing her hands on his hips and using them as leverage to move herself up and down along his throbbing cock. Each lift leaves his cock coated in her juices from her orgasm and arousal, some of the cream leaving a ring at the base of his cock.

“Fuck, feels s’good,” he whines placing his hands on her hips once more to keep her steady. His head is thrown back as she works herself on him, his mouth falling open in pleasure.

She goes on like this for about five minutes or so before she’s stopping her hips with an annoyed groan, making his head shoot up so he can see what’s wrong. Before he can ask, though, she’s explaining the reason for ceasing her actions.

“Hurts,” she whines, making him stop immediately and lift her up slightly to pull out of her carefully. He goes to speak up to ask what’s wrong but she speaks up first. “Gave me a cramp in my legs, can you try and spoon me, give it to me that way?” she questions, and he’s instantly obliging, helping her get into position.

“Course, mama,” he nods firmly. Slipping behind her and rubbing on her belly for a brief moment. “However you need it. Ready f’me again?” he questions once they’re all settled and he’s lined up at her entrance, her puffy folds snug around him.

As soon as he has her verbal consent he is slipping back into her in one smooth thrust, the angle pressing him against her g spot immediately. She moans out loud at the pressure, her hand reaching down to grip the sheet below her.

“Ah, that’s the spot, hm?” he grunts, starting to push himself in and out of her at a steady pace. She nods absentmindedly with a deep groan as she realizes she’s already close and this won’t last if she holds it.

It’s like Harry can read her mind, reaching forward and lifting her leg up at an angle, making him get impossibiy deeper. “Don’t y’dare fuckin’ hold back. Don’t have t’wait for me,” he grunts his words pushing her closer and closer combined with the angle. “You can let it go,” he coos, keeping his pace even so he doesn’t ruin this for her. “Cum for me, cum all over your husband’s cock,” he finishes, and that’s all it takes for her upper body to give out, her head falling against the pillow while her hips buck against his, her hole clenching so tight around him that he cums as well, thick ropes of cum coating her twitching walls.

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ignoremyworld · 3 months

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Mute!eddie and interpreter!steve

Eddie finally got off his shift at the mechanic and went to this little bakery next to his shop. Walking in he could smell the fresh bread and pastries. Looking behind the counter he saw the absolute drop dead gorgeous man he’s ever laid his eyes on. Walking up to the counter the man saw him and walked over.

“Welcome in! What can I get for you?” Reading his name tag, Steve, said.

Eddie brings his phone out and typed something into his notes app

‘Can I get a loaf of sourdough and a few croissants?’

Steve looks at the phone and then back up at Eddie and signs

‘I know sign so there’s no need to type. I’ll get that out for you’

Eddie smiles, pays and walks to a table to sit and relax.

“Robin, robin, look. He’s the guy I was telling you about” Steve calls.

Curious Eddie looks over to see Steve talking to what he assumes is a coworker of his. Robin.

“He doesn’t seem that attractive to me.” Robin says, eyeing Eddie up and down.

“That’s because you’re a lesbian rob. I however appreciate men in their beauty. Especially ones that beautiful” steve looks over and waves.

Putting his hair over his face to try to hide his blush he waves back.

“Im gonna put my number in the bag so maybe he’ll call me” steve giggles.

A few minutes later steve comes up to Eddie to tell him his order is all packed up and ready to go.

‘Hi! Your order is ready and it’s right over there’ he signs smiling.

Eddie smiles back and walks up to get the bag. Before he leaves he turns to steve and signs ‘I heard what you said cutie, I’m mute, not deaf. I’ll definitely call you later handsome’

Steve, wide eyed, freezes. His face is red as he watches Eddie leave the store and get in his car.

“Nice job steve-o, finally got yourself a date” Robin says, elbowing steve in the side.

Steve smiles and says “yeah. A date.”

Sorry if this is a bit shit I’m still learning to write. If anyone has any advice I’m all ears! :3

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borderlandsresearcher · 3 months

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MK1 Girlies x Reader:

What She Smells Like 🪷

WOMEN LOVERS COME GET Y'ALL FOOD!!!

CW: suggestive, mentions of polyamory, gn reader, not proofread.

(A/N @ the bottom)

Kitana

-lotus flower, cherry blossom, rose

* Kitana's fragrance is a comforting mixture of various native Edenian plants, as she spends most of her free time frolicking in the palace gardens. Every night she is greeted with a warm, steaming bath, littered with petals from her favourite flower. She loves nothing more than soaking in the essences of her homeland, feeling connected to both herself and nature.

* When she's on duty serving her sister, the leather from her armour overwhelmingly distracts from her natural scent. She found a way to kombat this by leaving small flowers in her pockets and spritzing on the perfume she made between each break.

* When you're not around, she misses your scent more than anything. She'll steal one of your shirts and cuddle with it until she falls asleep. She has gotten too used to you being around, and it devastates her everytime you leave.

* Because of this, you leave behind a bottle of your perfume for Kitana each time you know you will be gone for a long period of time. She is slightly embarrassed when she finds out you know about her habits, but is grateful for your thoughtfulness.

Mileena

-dark cherry

* Smells like you/Tanya let's be honest

* She tries her best to maintain a consistent scent by using various products, ranging from perfumes to body creams to lip gloss!

* Her scent may be a little overwhelming at times, but with the amount of running around she does it tends to wear off throughout the day.

* She sweats quite often, especially during training. Neither you or Tanya seem to mind, expressing that you both love her no matter how smelly she is after training 😆

Sindel

-lavender, sage

* She bathes in various flowers, similar to Kitana.

* During the mourning period of her late husband, she would burn many plants in his honour. She did this so often that the smoke would rub off on her, following her throughout the day.

* When she's feeling down, she allows her daughters to braid flowers into her hair, the aroma complimenting her feminine aura.

* Just like Kitana , she craves your scent whenever you aren't around.

* When Jerrod returns as Ermac, she is overjoyed. She now gets to revel in the warmth of her lovers, appreciating each of your unique scents.

Li Mei

-lavender

* Li Mei learned all of her beauty tips from Sindel, including proper perfume application.

* Sindel gifted her with a vial of lavender perfume from her personal collection for her to sneak into the Umgadi inner sanctum, although she never used it ...

* That was until she was disgraced, and she deeply missed the smell of her empress. She wore it as frequently as possible, and as she climbed her way up the ranks to First Constable, she was able to afford as many bottles of liquid lavender as she desired.

* To you, it was simply the scent she enjoyed. But to her, it was a reminder to whom she serves, and the memories she had lost along the way.

Tanya

-Almond, vanilla, coconut

*The Umgadi are strict on cleanliness, but not so much on luxuries such as perfumes or scented creams. It borders on the line of vanity, which they frown upon. Fortunately, Edenian women tend to value their hair above any other beauty aspect, a trend indirectly started by Empress Sindel.

*The Umgadi embrace this tradition, and allow for the sisters to indulge in frequent haircare, as long as it does not distract from their duties.

*Tanya takes advantage of this. She not only wants to look, but to smell good for both you and Mileena. She works scented oils into her hair, perhaps a bit more than what she actually needs, but anything to make an impression on her lovers. And if you're lucky enough to get some alone time together, she'll let you do it for her, as well as returning the favour.

*Begins to smell like you/Mileena if she's around you long enough.

Ashrah

-dragons blood, rose

* Demons emit a strong musk depending on their mood.

* When she's happy, she'll smell of dragons blood and roses, which is the one you are most accustomed to, seeing as your presence brings her joy.

* When sad, she smells of rain and moss. It is your least favourite scent for this reason...

* When she's lustful, she'll smell of cinnamon and other spices. You and Syzoth are the only ones to have witnessed such a scent.

Nitara

-blood orange, amber

* Despite what you may think, Vaternians care quite a bit about the way they smell, as they are always seeking a potential mate.

* Although, these scents will usually consist of things that attract their own kind, such as human blood.

* But for you? She goes the extra mile. Bathing herself with citrus, spending the few coins she has on exotic Sun Do spices to rub into her clothes, and even changing her diet to animal blood as to not attract others. You are the only mate she desires.

Khameleon

-Tea tree, peppermint, coconut

* Like Tanya, she takes advantage of this loophole. Before she met you, she never really paid attention to how she smelled. The only requirement was that she was clean and presentable in the eyes of the royal family.

* When the two of you started seeing each other, she started to notice little things she normally wouldn't in other people. Your scent, the way you breathe, the way your heart beats fast when she lay on your chest during those rare private moments-- she noticed it all.

* All she wanted was for you to see her the way she sees you, so she goes to Tanya for advice. Now, the girls pamper their hair together, giving each other knowing looks as they do so.

🪷🪷🪷🪷🪷🪷🪷🪷🪷🪷🪷🪷🪷🪷🪷🪷

A/N: Hope this was alright, lemme know your thoughts and whether you agree with my choices or not!!! I am open to constructive criticism :)

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s1riuslyy · 6 months

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Hey darling! Can I request wrong a fic with Ben wherein he's in a very lowkey relationship with the reader and the reader attended one of his shows and Ben just couldn't take his eyes off of her and some fans noticed the way Ben looked at her and they all made their theory on TikTok and Ben and Reader just laughed when they saw the theories?

A Love Song to You

A/N: Hello Love, thank you for this request! I am so happy to write this after seeing him life, so enjoy!! I hope you like it! pls keep in mind my first language isn't English! pairing: Ben Barnes x reader warnings: not proofread (if I should add any, hit me up) word count: 441 words (its a short one, but I still have to find my way into writing again)

(picture does not belong to me)

Ben fidgets with his necklace. A sign of nervousness. But how could he not be? Today is his first show in London which also means that his European Tour starts. He already had two shows in the US, but being here in his home country, with family and friends there, is different.

But that's not the only thing why's he excited. Today is also the first time you, his wonderful girlfriend, finally sees him in concert, not being able to come to the first two.

You were at least equally as excited. You have always adored your boyfriend's voice and finally being able to hear him play live and see him happy means so much to you.

"Ben, stop it! You're making me nervous, too!", you said to Ben from your place of the couch, while he is pacing through the room in the backstage area.

"I am sorry, love. I just cannot believe I am finally doing it. I always thought my Rockstar career lasted for just three minutes!", he turns around and looks at you.

You stand up from your place on the couch and make your way to stand in front of him. Ben immediately takes you into his arms and you can feel how he relaxes.

"You can do it, darling! I am incredibly proud of you!", you tell him. Ben squeezes you harder in his arms and you just enjoy his company before the big moment.

Ben was exhausted. The concert was amazing, but he's happy to just be home with you. Tomorrow would already be night two in London, so he takes any rest he can.

The couple of you lays on the couch with Ben just enjoying his cuddles and you scrolling through your social media and viewing some videos of Ben's performance the fans have already posted.

"You really couldn't keep your eyes off of me", you joked and showed Ben some of the videos where his gaze stayed on you the whole time.

Ben always tried to keep as much of his life private and safe for the private life, so no one really knew much of his relationships. For that reason you find all of the things the fans have to say hilarious.

"Look what some of the people write! 'Is that this mysterious Lady who stole our man's heart?' or 'Ben Barnes being a lovesick puppy for his girlfriend' oh my god I love this"

"Oh no, was I really that obvious?", Ben asked while laughing because you showed him some videos on TikTok.

"You were, my love. But I loved it." you said and gave him a little kiss.

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queenie-the-court-jester · 12 days

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Random ideas I have for when I come out of my hiatus

this is totally not a distractive ploy because I don't want to follow through with my promise of writing for cotton for the next 2 days

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spitefulbull · 2 months

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Writeblr Intro

Well, guess there's a first time for everything. Had no idea folks did this until recently.

Hi ^-^ My name is Sy, I'm 29 years old, queer and a cis-female. I've been writing fictions on and off since my late teens, and I just recently began writing with serious intent. English is my second language, so I apologize if I mess up the spelling or grammar on something. I'm currently in school for computer programming and living with my grandparents, whom I take care of as well. I hope to meet some kind mutuals and share ideas with them ^-^

My hobbies are simple, mostly just video games, reading, writing, annoying my cat, and just vibing. I'm a homebody now, so I don't get into too many crazy shenanigans anymore (if my liver could talk, it'd have stories for days).

I like to write in high fantasy settings, but I tend to experiment with modern AUs from time to time. I have dabbled in Star Wars universe fictions, thanks to a gaming club I've been a part of for nearly three years.

Current WIPs

Ravens of Fate

Star Wars in-universe story of espionage, sabotage, and questioned loyalties. Post Episode VI Imperial POV.

Unnamed WIP

My serious attempt at writing my own story. High-fantasy military team charged with the protection of their sovereign's only daughter. An adventure with lots of action, some angst, and plenty of queer shenanigans. Doesn't have a title yet, but working on it!

If you're also a fellow writer, please interact with this post! I'd love to follow more writeblr blogs and meet new folks.

Well, that's all I got for now. My inbox is always open, so feel free to drop in there. Hope to meet some of y'all soon ^-^

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writingmargo · 9 months

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introducing my writeblr! ✒️

about me

My name is Margo and I've been writing for recreation ever since I could remember. My problem has always been one of committing long enough to finish something. I hope that creating a writeblr will help me with my motivation and self-esteem issues.

I do not plan on ever publishing professionally, as it is not feasible in my country. Nevertheless, I like to write and share my ideas. In a way, my friends are my publishing market. I’ve felt that my past ideas and WIPs were severely undercooked/immature, and it’s my hope that entering this community will help me grow as a writer.

I mostly read and write works withing the broader genre of fantasy. If magic or a secondary world is involved count me in!

Most of my writing involves fantasy in some way or another, and I try to create characters who are messy and who contradict themselves. I have also found I put a lot of focus on female and queer characters, though I do not like to write romance as a focus. I used to love to worldbuild, but recently I've rooted myself in personal experience and my own academic knowledge.

my current wips

the ninth gate – three unlikely friends uncover secrets in the tiny village they’re stuck in

Stranded in the ridiculously small and isolated village of Briande, Maya, Julian, and Evie try to avert the Apocalypse that the wider world pretends isn’t coming. Involves a lot of magic, a little bit of mystery, and plenty of small village shenanigans.

discordant blades – a girl must navigate the complicated world of politics, magic, and bloody feuds after being sent to live in the capital of a sprawling and decaying empire

Started as What if Romeo and Juliet involved magic? and evolved into a whirlwind of forbidden love, magic duels, and bureaucracy. This WIP is not my current focus, though I like to come back to it every now and again.

i'm eager to talk to other writers and make friends. feel free to drop a message! 💫

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noarose18 · 13 days

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SOON YOU'LL GET BETTER -- PART ONE

Here it is! Thanks to all the sweet people that let me know they were excited <3 Love you all. For those who don't know, this is a Peeta POV extension of the cave scenes with Everlark. It'll be very long and very fluffy and romantic but also sad. This is my first time writing so I'm really excited to share it.

Also, part two is out now! It’s pinned on my profile!

“Peeta,” I hear a whisper. It’s morning. It’s our first day in the arena together since she found me by the river with a cut on my leg down to the bone. I’m weak, and I haven’t eaten in two days.

I open my eyes slowly, groggily, and feel a hand on my cheek. A shiver runs through my body. “Katniss…” I whisper.

“You’re burning. You need some food and water,” I hear her say. Nausea clenches my throat at the thought of eating. I sit up a little, resting on my elbows.

“I can try,” I agree.

“I got you some berries,” Katniss tells me, holding out her trembling hand, stained with purple juice.

I stare at the berries as if it will make them disappear. Eating is the last thing I want to do right now. Everything I’ve eaten in the last few days has come right back up no more than 30 minutes later.

I slowly take a berry from Katniss’s hand and put it in my mouth. The flavor bursts in my mouth. I inhale cold air before chewing and swallowing.

“A little more?” Katniss begs, biting her lip. I glance at her face. Pretty, I think. I smile weakly and nod, taking a couple more berries from her and eating them as quickly as I can manage.

“We should wash your wound, Peeta,” Katniss says. I shake my head. The pain is barely even bearable now.

I turn to look up at Katniss again. I can’t read her face. “I….”

“We’ll use fresh water. Drinking water from my bottle.” I nod. “Can we get your pants off?” I nod again.

Katniss reaches for the waistband of my pants and pulls gently. I lift my bottom up slightly so she can get my pants off. She pulls gently, but I still cry out in pain as the fabric goes over the wound. When my pants are around my ankles, she places a kiss on my forehead. It feels almost chaste, but it’s also a sort of reward. Katniss takes off the cap of her water bottle and moves it toward my leg. I grit my teeth in anticipation. Slowly, I watch her shaking hands turn the bottle sideways. I can’t look away as the water hits my leg. I squeeze my eyes shut and tilt my head back, making quiet sounds of pain. The hot throbbing on my cut radiates to the rest of my thigh, and the searing pain in the center makes my vision white. My eyes sting with tears. I open them again to see Katniss’s pained look. I look down at my cut and see Katniss’s fingers moving towards it. I shake my head and wince. Her pointer finger lightly touches a speck of dirt just outside the wound and I cry out.

“Stop!” I almost yell.

Katniss clamps her hand over my mouth.

“You need to be quiet.” Her eyes burn into mine with an intensity that almost feels like anger. A tear rolls down my cheek and I nod silently. She takes her hand away. I gasp and blow a breath out. Katniss uses her hand to brush my hair out of my face. She keeps pouring the cold water on my cut.

“Katniss–”

“--I know.” Katniss uses her thumb to wipe the tear off my cheek, but when I blink another comes. “Stay still for a little longer. It’ll be over soon.”

I shut my eyes. My chest feels tight and I’m starting to feel really nauseous. I try to think of something nice, like my father. But all that does is make me think of my mother. She’d beat me if she saw me like this. Anytime I cried or showed weakness, it was an opportunity for her to hit me. I was always too soft compared to my brothers. Now, if she saw me letting a girl take care of me…I can’t even think about it.

I open my eyes and focus on Katniss’s face again, wiping tears from my eyes.

I try to calm down but my stomach is rolling. Katniss is still pouring a thin stream of water on my leg. I’m shaking as I turn over and vomit onto the dirt.

“Peeta–” Katniss sets down the water bottle and puts a hand on my back.

“Sorry–” I mutter, not looking her in the eyes.

“It’s fine, Peeta,” Katniss whispers. “We’re done washing the wound.” Katniss puts a hand on my cheek. “Can you try to have some water?”

I shake my head. “I still feel sick.”

Katniss presses her lips together. “When was the last time you drank something?”

“Yesterday. I can drink. Just not now,” I say. Water will stay in my stomach, as long as there’s no food. I’ve given up eating for now, but I can’t get dehydrated.

Katniss nods. “We’ll try to get some water in you in a bit. Why don’t we move you to the left a little bit? I can clean up.” I nod. Katniss comes behind me and puts her arms under my armpits.

“On three.” I nod. “One, two, three-” Katniss pulls me and I move to the left as best I can, but it sends a jolt of pain through my thigh and I gasp. We’re still in the cave, but closer to the side now.

“Good. Good, Peeta,” Katniss encourages me and pulls a little further. “Lay down. I’m just gonna clean this up,” Katniss says.

I straighten out my neck until my head is on the rock and shut my eyes. “I’m sorry,” I say softly.

“It’s ok. Try to get some rest. I want you to try and eat again tonight.” I groan quietly. I don’t want to eat. I haven’t felt hungry in days. I shut my eyes. I don’t know how long they’re shut, but I know when I open them Katniss is above me and her hand is on my forehead.

“Peeta, you’re burning to death. You need to be cooled down.”

I don’t feel like I’m burning to death. I feel like I’m freezing to death, actually. I look up at Katniss.

“Cool down?”

“Mm-hmm. I think we should put you in the river.” My heart drops. I can’t swim. Most people in twelve can’t, but I still feel embarrassed to tell Katniss.

“I, uh…I don’t think so,” is what I manage to get out.

“I think so.” Katniss’s bluntness is attractive at times, but right now, it makes me feel like a wounded animal.

“I….I…”

“What?”

“I can’t….swim, Katniss,” I say quietly, looking down in shame.

“I know. I was just gonna have you sit at the edge with your feet in the water and get some water on your face.”

Suddenly I feel completely stupid for thinking she was going to have me swim.

“Oh. Yeah, of course,” I say quietly.” Maybe the fever is getting to my brain.

Katniss smiles at me. “I’ll pull you down, but you have to work a little too. This’ll really help your fever.” I nod. Katniss comes behind me and puts her arms under my armpits like last time. My breath picks up, louder, faster, with the pain that comes with moving, but I’m able to keep it together until we go over a particular bump and I make a sound between a whine and a cry. Katniss stops for a second.

“You’re ok. Just a little farther.” I open my eyes and see that the river is about twenty feet away now. I inhale, my breath catching before I can breathe out again. Katniss continues to drag me down the rocks towards the river. It’s taking an unbearable amount of time.

The pain is only increasing the longer this goes on. I can barely take it anymore. I try to breathe slowly, measured, but I’m quivering and starting to panic. I squeeze my eyes shut and clench my fist tight trying to forget the pain until I feel my feet in freezing water and open my eyes. I hear Katniss sigh in relief. “Good job, Peeta.” I turn to look at her.

She’s splashing cold water on her face. Then she cups some in her hand.

“Let me rinse your face off. You’re still covered in dirt.” I nod. She gently pours the water on my face. A shudder wracks my body. Now I’m really freezing. Katniss can see that I’m shaking.

“I’m sorry, Peeta, but we need to get your fever down.” She puts more water on my face, then a little on my hair. “I know you probably feel cold right now, but I want to get your shirt off. It’s soaked with mud and it’s not healthy to sit around in it,” she explains.

My shaky hands reach for the hem of my shirt, but I can’t grip it. “Just put your arms up. I’ll do it,” Katniss instructs, and I follow her order, lifting my arms straight up as Katniss gently takes my shirt off. She sighs. “Your whole chest, your stomach…it’s all covered in dirt,” she says. I look up at her. She’s already grabbing water and splashing it on my body. The shivers that come to my body are violent and blur my vision. It’s so damn cold. I need a blanket, or my shirt back, or anything. I look up at the sky and grit my teeth. The sun is right above me. It’s the middle of the day now. My body tenses when I suddenly hear Katniss gasp loudly.

“Peeta–”

“---huh???”

I look down to see what Katniss is looking at. My leg had been in so much pain that I’d completely forgotten about it. There’s a shallow cut near my left nipple, but that—

“Oh.”

I’d forgotten about that too. The large, purple-and-green bruise that stretches from my belly button almost to my right collarbone.

“Peeta, what happened?”

“After…no, before Cato cut me, he beat me.”

“With what? This is…”

“A rock.”

Katniss presses her lips together.

“Is it bad?”

“I just can’t believe you didn’t tell me. You could have internal bleeding in your stomach, Peeta. That can kill you.” Her tone is so serious that I’m suddenly humbled.

“I…I didn’t even think about it, honestly,” I run a hand through my hair. “It doesn’t hurt that bad–”

“--if I press, will it hurt? My mother used to do something…something with her fingers to check for internal bleeding…”

“Ah…I don’t know, Katniss,” I say honestly, shaking my head. Now that I think about it, it does hurt. But it’s nothing compared to the searing and throbbing in my thigh.

“Ok. I’m gonna press, gently–”

“Where?”

“Right here.” Katniss points to a spot just below my ribcage. I nod and draw in a breath. “This is how I’m going to see if you’re bleeding on the inside.” I nod again.

Katniss’s trembling hand moves towards the spot and she touches her fingers to my skin, pushing gently. The pain pulsates through my chest and stomach, through my whole body. I’m not even able to tell her to stop before my vision goes black and my head hits the rock.

Thanks for reading! Let me know what y'all think!

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Love is for children.

Pairing: ? 😊 Warnings: none, than it being my first fic and maybe not the best! Word count: 2.5k

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Peace. The assassin didn’t quite expect to feel peace in this situation. Yet she felt calmness and warmth spread through her whole being, filling every fiber of her body and every piece of her soul and mind. Where once were racing cruel thoughts, now settled silence. Her green eyes fell back on the other redhead of the team, currently occupied with her face only inches away from the humanoid toaster. Vision had his hands on her hips. There was a time where Natasha wished that those were her hands… but it's not her place anymore to think like that. So now, as she watches Wanda’s arms snake themselves around his neck, a shallow smile spreads across her lips and she simply turns around and leaves the kitchen again, not wanting to intrude… at least that is what she tells herself.

So apparently a broken heart isn’t as bad as people make it seem all the time. Cause after all… Love is for children. It's this thought that brought a solemn calmness into the russian. But Clint's voice suddenly cuts through the silence within her mind. “Natasha? Are you okay? What happened?” A frown forms on Natasha’s forehead as though she didn’t quite understand why his blueish-green eyes watched her with sorrow and concern. He reached out and took something of her cheek. Confusion made its way onto Natasha’s expression. But as she turned away from his strange gesture and threw a quick glance back over her shoulder her confusion vanished: as she watched Wanda now smile at Vision, whatever she was trying to tell herself made no sense anymore. Love is for children. It wasn’t the thought that calmed her, it was the wishful thinking that everybody had that thought.

No. They didn’t think like that. Wanda clearly didn’t think like that. Wanda, who smiled softly at Vision with teary eyes as if he held all the stars. Wanda clearly didn’t believe that love is for children. Wanda clearly was in love. But not with her… not with Natasha… not with me. And now all the calmness and silence in her exploded into chaos. Her heart pounded against her ribcage as if it tried to punch some sense into her. She heard her blood rush through her ears and her mouth suddenly became dry. Swallowing around a huge lump in her throat, she faced away again and fixed her eyes on one of her closest friends again. Clint reached out again and this time the former spy knew what he was getting off her cheek: tears.

She tried to tell him that she was fine and that there was nothing wrong, but her body didn’t cooperate anymore. The emotions that suddenly broke through were absolutely unfamiliar to the Widow, who grew up suppressing nearly every emotion in her body. The flood of her own feelings began to drown her: her breathing became erratic and shallow at the same time. Her chest tightened and it felt like someone poured melted steel into her insides. She felt like her blood froze in her veins and her lungs were filled with cotton, leaving no room to breathe properly. Panic filled the redhead at her own state, that now was completely out of her control. A situation completely unfamiliar and strange to the disciplined and usually put together spy.

Luckily Clint seemed to understand what was going on and grabbed her. He laid her arm across his shoulders and supported her weight at her hip, to get her quickly out of there. His heart broke for Natasha. Of course he understood what was going on even without Natasha voicing it. Any person with eyes would catch on to the situation… and he wasn’t surprised. The archer had suspected for a while that his former target was madly in love with the younger witch. Love is for children… yeah sure. He had seen the way she looked at her… the way she made sure the younger woman was safe in their missions… the way her eyes stayed on Wanda just that few seconds too long.

Clint rushed the now sobbing woman into her own room. He knew that the spy would feel safer in her secured, well known, own safe space. With efficient and precise steps the pair made it over to the bed on one of the walls. As soon as they hit the mattress to sit down, everything inside Natasha broke. Every pent up emotion. Every feeling she pushed down. Every thought she didn’t acknowledge. One of her hands shot out of reflex up to her mouth, but to no avail: heavy sobs wracked her frame and echoed through the silence. Heaving deep breaths, she tried to regulate her stuttering breathing and regain some control. But her chest felt tight and her throat closed up on itself. She looked up at Clint with a pleading look on her face. The worry was clearly etched on his face, although to Natasha it looked unfocused as her vision got blurry by her own tears, which kept flowing down her cheeks.

Without a second thought Clint gathered one of his best friends in his arms. Even his own body started to shake with the force of the redheads’ sobs and his heart broke for Natasha all over again. Carefully he guided Natasha’s head onto his shoulder and leant his cheek on the top of her head. “We will get you through this Nat.” He murmured quietly. But that just seemed impossible to Natasha right now. She was flooded with so many conflicting emotions at once, it made her head spin and she felt dizzy and sick to her stomach. Actually, she felt her stomach turning and bile rising up her throat. Too fast for Clint to follow, the widow bolted into her own bathroom and next thing he knew, he heard her retch her guts out. But before he could sprint into action, a voice by the door made him freeze on the spot. “Natasha..?”

Unbeknownst to Clint and Natasha their abrupt exit alerted Wanda and Vision. The young sokovian must’ve grown curious to know what was wrong, cause right now she is standing in Natasha’s doorway with a worried and slightly confused look on her soft features. Clint almost gave himself whiplash with how fast his head snapped from the bathroom door to the young witch. “Wanda!” he proclaimed a bit too loud as his body jolted off the mattress and towards the young woman. His only concern right now to protect Natasha… and Wanda seeing her like this was probably the opposite of what was good for Natasha.

Green, concerned eyes searched the room, before landing on the bathroom and then fixing themselves back on the archer. “Clint, what is going on? Is Nat okay?” she asked and tried to wriggle past him into the room. But the older man gently grabbed her shoulders and threw a quick glance in the direction of the bathroom as Natasha seemed to throw up again, oblivious to what was going on in her room. “uhm… uh… yes, she just went a bit too hard on training today. You know how she can be!” He tried to brush the witches' concerns off with a half hearted chuckle. But to his misfortune Wanda wasn’t having any of it and her eyebrows scrunched in worry and a bit of confusion. Yes, Natasha was known to train really hard. But she would never risk any more harm to her body, since she is dead set on the fact that it was her strongest weapon… which might be true, but that’s beside the point!

“Oh, come on… she wouldn’t risk that. Is she sick? What’s wrong?” she inquired and pressed further. Clint actually had to apply some force now to hold her back and decided to try a different approach. “Wanda, come on. You know she wouldn’t want anyone to see her like this. She would hate that!” It seemed to do the trick, cause Wanda actually faltered in her movement and looked back at him. A fleeting look of understanding ghosted over her face but - to Clint's misery – she brushed it off and her concern for Natasha won over. “Clint please… I just want to know if she’s okay.” Wanda cringed at that… obviously Natasha was not okay, but her brain was riddled with worry and this was the only sentence she came up with.

“Is my help required?” came a voice from the hallway. Clint couldn’t help the groan that broke free as his eyes landed on the humanoid robot who definitely was not helping Natasha right now. “NO!” his voice boomed and surprised everyone… including himself. He was usually not known for outbursts, but could you blame him right now? But what really perplexed him, was the reaction of the young auburn haired woman in front of him. Wanda calmly looked back at Vision, muttering a “No, thank you.” and dismissed him with a rather cold expression. But what really threw Clint off, was the fact that Vision just nodded without a visible reaction, turned and went back the way he came from. Could this be any more confusing and chaotic?

“Wha… Wanda?” Of course! A big sigh, followed by a deep inhale came from the archer as he turned around to see that Natasha had apparently finished throwing up and was now standing there with red, puffy eyes and a horrified expression on her face. He immediately let go of Wanda and positioned himself between the two women, his back facing the witch. Natasha just looked past him, mouth agape and eyes wide in embarrassment. “Do you feel better now? Man, that chicken sandwich must’ve gone really bad!” he tried his best to offer an explanation and an excuse to Natasha. “I… uhm… yea…” she stuttered out between irregular breaths and quickly averted her eyes from Wanda back to Clint, after new tears threatened to spill upon seeing the young witch she fell so deeply for.

But leave it to Wanda to stay worried and not budging a single second. She was by Clint's side in an instance and fixed the russian with a determined, piercing glance. Natasha couldn’t help but gulp at her sudden closeness. “Don’t make me read your thoughts. I’m so worried Nat! That was the third excuse he came up with… Please..?” The young witch pleaded and laid a tender hand on Natasha’s still shaking shoulder. Clint just gave up and accepted the fact that his attempts on fixing this chaos just wouldn’t help. He stood upright and offered a small smile to Natasha. “I’ll leave you some space. I’ll be in the living room if you need anything.” The Archer turned and left the room, quietly shutting the door behind him to at least offer some privacy for his best friend.

Natasha on the other hand was very tempted to just bolt after him and get the hell out of here. But the more logical part of her brain knew damn well that she couldn’t run now anymore. Wanda wouldn’t let go of this that easily and she had to face her eventually. That still didn’t help the anxiety rising inside her like a storm. Her hands grew sweaty and began to shake as she gestured towards her bed as a signal for Wanda to take a seat. The younger witch followed that immediately and sat down gently. Natasha used the second to close her eyes shut for a second and fight down the nauseous feeling that made a comeback in her stomach. Here goes nothing.

She took a deep breath and turned to sit next to the sokovian. “Wanda…” she gritted out, but didn’t get much further as her nerves took over and her voice broke on that one word. The witch reacted on instinct and grabbed a hold of Natasha’s still shaking hand. That one point of contact set up a variety of reactions inside Natasha: she felt a tingling sensation radiating from her hand and warmth spread into her whole body. A calmness settled back in her mind, but it had a bittersweet feeling to it and Natasha had to swallow a lump in her throat back down. She took a shuddering breath and angled her body, so she could face Wanda and she saw nothing but empathy and concern in her eyes.

Natasha actually felt her cheeks heat up, probably for the first time in her life and for a second she sits dumbfounded. Worry etched itself on Wanda’s face and she mistook Natasha’s silence for unease. “Nat… it's going to be okay. Just take your time. Do you need me to leave?” the witch spoke quietly and averted her eyes again. That seemed to pull the russian out of her trance and she physically shook off her thoughts. “No!” came the abrupt reply and Wanda’s eyes snapped back up to meet green ones again. “I… I mean, no. Please don’t leave. I need… I mean… I need to talk to you about something.” She rambled on, before she took a deep breath. “говно, why is this so hard…” Natasha murmured to herself.

“Okay, here goes nothing…” Natasha fixed her gaze on Wanda’s. If she is going to do this, she is going to do it right. Wanda deserves that. “I didn’t eat something bad…” “Yeah, figured that.” The witch cut in. “Sorry… keep going.” She added a bit sheepish and Natasha couldn’t help the fleeting smile that passed her lips, but it got swallowed by her anxiety rather quickly. “I… I saw you with Vision in the kitchen earlier..” she admitted with a defeated, shallow and broken tone in her quivering voice. The younger sokovian looked genuinely confused about that statement. “Okay… so?” Wanda wasn’t sure at all how to react to that statement.

Natasha suddenly stood up frustrated at herself and paced the room in front of the witch, feeling the need to move her anxiety ridden muscles. “I was told love is for children! My whole life I believed in that!” Wanda decided to stay quiet at that and just let Natasha get whatever it was off her chest first. “Love would make me weak! Love would give others the chance to break me! But Wanda…” Natasha seemed to wrestle with herself and a deep sigh left her mouth. “Wanda… pushing it down and losing it is what truly broke me…” The younger woman watched her intently and something inside her grew curious at that. Natasha took a few seconds to gather her next words carefully. But every rational thought had left her body and she decided to just go through with it. “Wanda… I fell for you. Love is not for children…” Suddenly a flood of emotions mixed on the witches’ face: curiosity, nerves, anxiety, empathy… but… hope? … happiness?

~A/N: I really hope it wasn't too bad!! I'd love to hear from you how you liked it! 😊

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local-critter · 2 months

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I have a couple ideas for you! Obviously you don't have to do them but here are the ideas

- how m6 react to MC giving them a very expensive gift

- m6 when MC accidentally gets hurt (minor injuries)

- m6 when MC is cute and tired/sleepy or if MC gets very hyper before bed

- insomniac mc

- m6 reaction to MC ranting abt their hyperfixations

-m6 after MC worked themselves to exhaustion/overworked,

Just a couple ideas off the top of my head, would love to give more though :]

MC who rants about their hyperfixations

(I will get to the rest eventually I swear)

Asra

He encourages it 100%

They love hearing you talk, it’s one of their favorite sounds

He may fall asleep tho

If you’re already cuddling, they’re gonna clonk out in minutes

They never mean too but your voice is so soothing to them (after going so long without it)

They look at you with the most adoring gaze the whole time, hanging off your every word (they’re daydreaming your wedding)

They find passion super attractive, they love that you have things that excite you so much

They try to prompt you into a rant often, either when you're both doing things together in the same room or at night as basically a lullaby for them

Faust lays on your shoulders and lays on you as you rant, she squeezes you a little tighter if you're very animated and talk with your hands too

She doesn't mind, she just doesn't want to fall

Julian

You are his type of person

He is the exact same way

You two basically share hyperfixations, like if one rants about one thing for too long then the other gets into it too and you just bounce ideas off each other

Whenever you're both free, at almost all hours can your neighbors hear you ranting

He's a pacer, he's loud, he's dramatic; hell be throwing his arms around everywhere and running his hands through his hair until he's just a ginger blur of motion

You take turns typically, but sometimes you two rant together and feed off each other

Malak gets startled if voices get raised

Sometimes he gets home too tired and he just wants to hear your voice, so you'll take a seat on the couch and he'll rest his head on your lap so you can rant all you want

If you play with his hair absentmindedly, he melts into a puddle

He loves letting your voice wash over him and wash away the day’s exhaustion

Nadia

Loves it

She finds intelligence attractive, and especially if it's something she doesn't know much about

She gets a little flustered

Sometimes if she's in a rush she shuts you up with a kiss and tells you that you'll continue later before going off to her next meeting or event

She doesn't really care what you're ranting about typically, just that you're talking

As in, she'll listen regardless and she'll ask questions to prompt you to keep going

But sometimes she'll just be looking at you with hearts in her eyes after a long day

She rants to you too, occasionally

If you listen to her with the same attentiveness, she practically swoons

Be still her beating heart

If you give her the same treatment, like hanging off her every word and asking questions to prove you were paying attention, she falls in love all over again

Originally, she saw rants as…not very polite I guess

Unstructured, and she wasn’t the biggest fan of them

She felt like they were really emotional, and if she was too emotional she feared she wouldn't be taken seriously

But you take her so seriously no matter what she's doing and she loves you all the more for it

Muriel

Loves them so long as you're not yelling

It takes pressure off of him to talk, so he's content to let your voice fill in the silence as you both go about your days

It takes him a while to feel comfortable enough to ask questions but he gets there eventually

He's very attentive

He doesn't rant very often, but rarely, you can get him talking about something like a rare flower or his favorite type of tree

And if you tell him you just like his voice, his face is on fire

He may have to take a few minutes to reboot

Inanna finds it funny

He loves learning new things, while he preferred his life of isolation compared to living in the city, he didn't always like it

And you ranting to him is an easy way for him to learn too

Portia

She's a lot like Julian

You both take turns

Typically you share a hyperfixation and the Palace library barely survives as you two tear it apart in search for more content

Nadia finds it greatly amusing, not that she’d ever say so

More than once has she gotten up in the middle of the night because she had a new point to rant about

She gets cranky in the morning when that happens tho, she needs her full eight hours so you’ll have to gently judge her back into bed and hope she actually falls asleep

She, like her brother, is also a big blur of movement, pacing and throwing her arms around and hair flying everywhere as if it'll get her point across better

She's just as passionate as you are if not more so; as a servant she feels her words are worth less than others, so it means the world to her that you’re willing to listen to her and she’ll give you the same treatment

She probably hangs off your every word

Lucio

He found it a little weird at first but he got used to it eventually

He tries to listen but finds it hard sometimes

He does prompt you to keep talking though, it’s good practice for him to get used to hearing what others have to say

He mostly just rants when he’s annoyed, but he likes that you do it when you’re excited

After a while together he finds himself actually listening to you and remembering what you say

Like he’d be out and see something that reminds him of our current hyperfixation and he’d buy it for you without a thought

Just because he listens to you doenst mean he always knows what your’re talking about but he does try

#the arcana hc #the arcana headcanons #gender neutral reader #gender neutral y/n #new writer #asra alnazar #julian devorak #nadia satrinava #muriel of the kokhuri #portia devorak #lucio morgasson #the arcana game

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eywaseclipse · 16 hours

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RIPJake: you would’ve loved Cabelas, crocs, Fox News, 7 eleven slushies, super size me’s, share my location, and “I love my wife” t-shirts

RIP Neytiri: you would’ve loved açaí bowls, soulcycle, Vogue beauty videos, real housewives of Beverly Hills, being first in the school pick up line, and an extra dirty martini

RIP Neteyam: you would’ve loved Tame Impala, conspiracy theory TikTok, wearing socks with clog mules, gauges, crocheting, cold brews, and crossword puzzles

RIP Kiri: you would’ve loved patchouli oil, crystals, stick poke tattoos, boycotting big corporations, a septum ring, tumblr, and Mitski

RIP Lo’ak: you would’ve loved mango juul pods, hot Cheetos, Air Jordan’s, black nail polish, hoodies, and club basketball

RIP Tuk: you would’ve loved trolling people on club penguin, ding dong ditch, hubba bubba, eating polly pockets, Dip n Dots, and winx club

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dietmountaindreww · 11 months

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Brooklyn Baby

warnings: none! just a basic and fluffy start to the series.

A series in which Drew Starkey is Y/N’s co- star in season four of Outer Banks, their feelings growing increasingly.

A/N: first post of this series and of me on tumblr so please leave any useful feedback and tips for navigating this app! :)

“Hey, are you almost ready?”

Drew Starkey leaned against your doorway, an apartment in the streets of Brooklyn. The two of you were about to leave for an interview for the premiere of Outer Banks, season four. Y/N was Drew Starkey’s new co- star in the season as a new character. She tied her silver bracelet around your wrist before nodding to yourself. “Mhm, one second Drew.” He watched her as she prepared herself. “Okay, okay. Do you want me to give you a hand or anything?” He asked her sweetly, leaning against the wall behind her, smiling in the mirror opposite them as she looked up. Y/N and Drew were just friends.. well friends with occasional benefits. They strictly agreed on friendship terms, each of them scared to confess any true feelings for commitment. What stays in the bedroom, stayed in the bedroom. They both needed each-other as friends, they couldn’t ruin what they had over unknown emotions. Especially after playing love interests in this new season.

“Uh.. if it’s not too much could you help me with the blouse buttons? .. they’re at the back and i can’t quite reach.” Y/N shyly asked.. unsure if this was overstepping. “Sure.” Drew said, grinning at her as he came behind her and started to gently doing up her blouse buttons, not wanting to break them with his masculine hands.. she was so fragile. “Is that Okay?” He asks, still smiling at her in a friendly manner, he is careful with how his eyes fall down upon her, checking her out quickly.

Y/N blushes, heart racing as his hands slowly and carefully button her blouse behind her, before quickly nodding.

“That’s .. that’s all thank you.” She smiles before fixing her hair quickly in the mirror. Drew smiles down at her, moving out of the way. “You look beautiful.” He sweetly complimented, he takes in how breathtaking she looks.

Quickly composing herself from blushing ridiculously, Y/N realises he probably just meant it to be nice, since they were just friends- correcting her racing thoughts. “Thank you, you look great too. We should get going we only have an hour to get there.”

Drew smiles, picking his phone up of the dresser behind them, “Great, after you Ms Brooklyn.” He teased, opening the door so he can follow behind her.

#drew starkey #rafe imagine #rafe x you #drew x y/n #drew x reader #rafe obx #actor!au #starkey #drew starkey x reader #dad! drew #outer banks #drew starkey smut #drew starkey imagine #foryou #obx #new writer

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kenz-world-of-love · 2 months

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Bad Guy?

always. [Pt 1 of wanderer x reader story]

Always.

Always is forever and never.

Always is the word that haunted me, always.

It's an ironic word; an overused word.

A word than can be good, bad, everything, nothing.

A word that's used until it doesn't feel like a real word anymore.

A word that will never truly mean what it's defined as.

You can't always watch something

But

I always watch from afar.

But it's not going to be always.

Just a current always.

See?

Confusing, contradicting; it means what defines it the same way it also does not.

He's always a bad guy.

But he's not always going to be like that.

I always hope not, anyway…

pls do not copy or use this in any other work

check it out on my wattpad too! @luvkenzxo

#genshin impact #x reader #fanfic #wanderer #wanderer x reader #wandererxreader #scaramouche #scaramouche x reader #scaramouchexreader #new fanfic #new writer #genshin x reader #xreader #scara x reader #scaraxreader #scara #genshin fanfic

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borderlandsresearcher · 3 months

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Ashrah x insecure reader x Syzoth

❤️💚❤️💚❤️💚❤️💚❤️💚❤️💚❤️💚❤️💚

💚❤️💚❤️💚❤️💚❤️💚❤️💚❤️💚❤️💚❤️💚

CW/TW: Reader is insecure about their body, gn reader, poly relationship. Not proofread, I am not a writer!!

(a/n @ the bottom)

* When you finally open up to both of them about your insecurities, Ashrah is slow to understand. But she knows you're suffering, and will do anything to ensure nothing less than your happiness.

* On the other hand, Syzoth understands right away. He offers up words of affirmation, reassuring you just how much they love you.

* "You are perfection my sweet. If only you could see yourself the way Ashrah and I see you ...". But he knew too much about what it was like, and that you needed more than just words. Unfortunately, he too was stuck in the same bottomless hell pit that was insecurity, just as you were.

* He takes it upon himself to explain to Ashrah just how debilitating living with such thoughts can be. Hoping she would understand and help him find a way to make their lover feel comfortable in their own body. Although he tries to hide his own insecurities, Ashrah connects the dots and sees right through him.

* Ashrah sees your and Syzoth's insecurities as sins that need to be eradicated. This leads her down a rabbit hole of studying the mortal condition and human psychology.

* Some time later, she sits the three of you down on your shared bed. Laid out on the mattress were various arts and craft tools. You and Syzoth stare curiously at the assortment of colourful strings, ribbon and paper.

* "What is all this about?" You ask, fiddling with a pair of scissors.

* "Therapy." Ashrah responded bluntly. "You both need a distraction from those terrible thoughts eating away at your conscious. I will not allow such rare beauty to tear itself down. Liu Kang did not create this timeline for the both of you to spend it hating the body he so graciously gifted you." Ashrah is stern, clearly serious about making the both of you feel better.

* Only the tiniest bit intimidated, you and Syzoth nod a long at each and every one of her orders.

* After an hour of crafting, chatting and enjoying each other's company (as well as avoiding disappointing Ashrah with your self deprecation), the three of you end up with your own handcrafted personalised journals.

* Ashrah reaches for the both of you. Holding hands, she maintains her strict yet loving tone: "Use these journals the moment those wicked thoughts return. Write them down, be in touch with your true self. Do not isolate yourselves. Acknowledge your emotions and try to work through them using these journals. And know, that no matter what, we will always have each other."

* From then on, you all worked through your feelings together, offering up a listening ear and uplifting each other whenever possible. Your insecurities never truly went away, but they were quiet and less frequent now, allowing you to focus on what-- or rather who- was more important to you ... your lovers.

❤️💚❤️💚❤️💚❤️💚❤️💚❤️💚❤️💚❤️💚

A/N: Hope u all enjoyed :) I am new to the fanfic/hc scene. I will ONLY be taking CONSTRUCTIVE criticism, please and thank you!

P.s. Remember that you are loved!

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van1llam1lkk · 7 months

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Bitter Cravings

[ sfw | TW ; Manipulation, Feederism, Implied Sexual Content, Dubcon, Mentions of Terrorism and Homicide, Coercion As well as some General Yandere content but it's very subtle, Smoking, There's a scene where smoke is blown into your mouth]

Female Yandere x GN Reader

Mei hums a oddly familiar tune to herself, her gentle smile never wavering from her face as you hesitantly ate the dessert she had prepared for you.

"Do you have to watch me eat?" You ask, ending the silence that was only punctuated by the clinking of your silverware and Mei's humming.

"But of course, I have to make sure my Darling eats their fill." She remarks, propping her chin up with her hand. "And you are entertaining me, no? In turn I..." She trails off, clearly already forgetting what the original deal was.

"You give me information about this place in return," You remind her, irritated at her short-term forgetfulness.

"Oh yeah! Yeah, so hurry up and eat- you want that information don't ya'?" She pauses before adding "Pretty please?"

You stare at her for a moment before turning back to your plate of chocolate cake. Gingerly, you cut the rich velvet cake with your fork, somewhat embarrassed that Mei is watching your every move. When you take the first bite, it is an explosion of flavor - dark chocolate, ganache and vanilla cake melting together in your mouth. And with each little bite of yours her gaze bears down on you harder.

The dessert was delicious, but the fact that you were being watched so intently made the experience rather off-putting and Intimate in a uncomfortable way.

"This is way better than what they have around here," you say, in an attempt to avoid an awkward silence.

"Yes, there are several farms in my faction. So, unlike the subpar products we sell to you, we just keep the high-quality items for ourselves or outside vendors." She waved her hand nonchalantly before continuing. "It's really nothing complicated."

You hummed in acknowledgment as you tried to think of your next question. "So... Whole water incident." She let out a loud groan and threw her head back in annoyance as she mumbled a colorful vocabulary or curses. Digging through her pockets, she pulled out a pack of cigarettes and removed one small one from it—odd since she said she could make any product she wanted— and put it into a golden cigarette holder.

"It happened before I was born, so truth be told I can't give you many details. But in short, a large number of members bought large amounts of highly concentrated forms of Soman and released it in the subway stations The leaders behind the act were executed and the followers were probably just sentenced to life in prison." She hesitates for a second, trying to recall any other crucial details.

"There were several homicides that followed, targeting anyone in positions of power or people who leaked information about the incident afterwards. Their bodies were dismembered and strewn about. And after those two events, the government kept us under surveillance for a while— seventy decades if I'm right." It was strange how nonchalantly she spoke of such a heinous act of terrorism.

"We still are, now that I think about it, but they're less strict now; just have to get their permission when purchasing certain drugs."

"That's a little fucked up... You're talking as if it was no big deal and like there weren't hundreds of people that might have been killed because of it," you say, a hint of irritation creeping into your voice.

Mei scoffs in response, throwing an arm around your waist and pulling you close. She takes a deep drag from her cigarette Cabriole before blowing the smoke right in your face. As you blink away the cloud, she finally responds.

"Honey, this place is probably less corrupt than your own government, and that's saying a lot. Just because we had a couple of accidents doesn't make us all bad." Her hand tightens around your mid-drift as she continues speaking. "Besides, I'm more interesting than any of this rusty old place's history. And I can give you so much more than anyone else ever could."

She lays her head on your shoulder briefly before sitting on your lap and wrapping her arm around your neck.

"I don't get why you can't join up here; I give you so much already and all you do for me is come by a few times a week." An annoyed scowl appears on her features. "You'd be able to get so much out of being a member here."

“Would you ever want to try smoking?” Her eyes shifted, obviously interested in the topic. “Just inhale, alright?” Before you could ask for further detail, she leaned closer and blew smoke directly into your mouth, catching you off guard. You reflexively swallowed, triggering a coughing fit that made her laugh softly. “Ahh, so I take it you have no experience with this.” She twirled the golden Cabriole around her fingers as she examined your reaction. She paused for a few seconds, studying your face before leaning closer and pushing you back against the pillows.

"You're a pretty little thing aren't cha'? And such a willing participant, letting me use you for my own amusement" She teases, her voice clearly mocking you're willingness to do in exchange for a little information.

"But, I'm not done using you." She adds on in a whisper, those words being the only warning you get before her lips soft and warm pressed against yours, the taste of Tobacco lingering on her tongue.

her hand lightly tracing your chest as her hand wanders downwards. Stopping just above your waist where she lingered for a moment longer before giving you a light squeeze.

Mei pulled away from the kiss, her breath coming out in hot puffs against your neck. "You know," she began, "there is more to be gained by joining us than just access to high-quality goods." Her fingers traced circles on your waist, lightly messing with the waistband of your pants. "And I'm sure you know where I'm getting at, don't you?"

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