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𝐓𝐎𝐗𝐈𝐂//𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐋𝐘 Jugram x Arrancar! F! Reader x Virgin! Adult! Uryu. [+18]

⋆ au: some years after the war, where the Quincy have won. Uryu is +20 y/o ⋆ tw: mdni. threesome. virgin Uryu gets a lesson from Jugram. oral. cum swallowing. humilliation. cream pie. fingering. ⋆ taglist: @hohoooowhy @cyberdazetragedy @stygianoir @tsuukichan

“Haschwalt, Uryuu… when will you two cooperate to make me a little bit happier?” “ Your majesty, I am always open to do so”

White capes blowing against the sordid winds of the Silbern. Purest black strands and blonde ones, imitating the motions. Your image reflected on those glasses, and the shine of a sword that seems to balance the weight of the world on its edge.

The hollow in your chest, so dark as the void you feel in what once represented your heart. Who are these people? Why are they here? Why did they do the things they do to your people? What do they want from such arid lands, where the sun is never up and a moon shines eternally on a dry sky?

“What is this woman doing here?” the glasses wearing man asks. Your muffled gasp still audible gets to his ears.

That young adult has eyes as blue as a deep sea, and the finest face expressions you ever seen.

“Your Majesty has brought her to you as a gift, appreciate it. A true King needs to have fun sometimes too” the blonde one says, his face is barely visible underneath the Sternritter hat and the long strands popping.

“Is not just for Uryu, Haschwalt. Share her, get along. I need you two cooperating for the greater good of the new world” the man that has brought only pain and destruction to your endless lands of sand says. And those words make you shiver, the way the blonde man gasps and how he takes off his hat… showing underneath a beautiful masculine depiction of perfection.

It won’t be admitted, until that king looking man leaves, that none of the guys standing in front of you wanna hurt you. However, you can see it in their eyes.

But your work there was, in order to have your fracciones and your life forgiven, to please the Quincy…

And just about two or three seconds after the maroon caped old man flew out of the place, both men came closer to you.

“Don’t worry, we don’t need you to do anything” the one, apparently named Uryuu, says. He assures you, in all honesty that nothing will happen to you as long as you keep it quiet.

However, the blonde one, refuses to follow Uryuu’s sayings.

“Your Majesty said we have to use her” he categorically says, so impassively it’s almost scary.

“Use her? What do you think she is, Jugram?” the dark-haired youngster says, almost bumping heads with the blonde one.

Jugram’s turquoise eyes fix on the deep blue ones that so morally are judging him, and sighs.

“You are gonna be the king, aren’t you? Why are you afraid, Ishida Uryu? Do you regret taking our Majesty’s blood? Are you sure you are on this side?”

The hate in between both men grows stronger every second it passes, and it feels like your knees will collapse soon. You need to stop them, but most importantly, make sure you will do your work… if not, there is a lot involved that you might lose.

“Jugram-sama! Uryu-sama! I’m here, willingly offering my body for you both to take as many bites as you desire from it!”

Silence takes over, their noses almost touching and their frowning so very serious now takes a glimpse of your subduing posture on the ground.

On your knees, covered by white clothes that you slowly unzip to reveal the purest form of your Arrancar body.

“Please, use me. I wanna please you both” you purr, in hopes of luring them into your trap of honey and lust.

Uryu swallows; pale cheeks blushed, sprinkled with reddish shame. Jugram tilts his head, slowly to the right. His blonde bangs softly caress the bridge of his straight nose, and an almost visible smirk garnishes his lips.

“Go ahead, future King… dig in” he murmurs, pushing Uryuu to be the one to take the first taste. Out of pure courtesy, perhaps. Or who knows why.

You nod, fixing into the deep blue eyes of the future ruler of the Quincies. “Come… sir, please” you whisper, stretching your right hand to him.

Wary steps are taken towards your submissive persona; is not that Uryuu isn’t interested in the bouncing motion of your breasts, or the fresh flesh displayed for his only enjoyment, but right now? This way? He is already an adult, but he has never… not after winning the war.

“May I ask, future King… you wish to be guided?” Jugram asks, as keen as always, when noticing Uryuu’s doubts come from inexperience.

The dark-haired man isn’t able to look you nor him in the eyes, but rather to the side. His lips semi open, the accelerated breathing, the warmth on his lips and in between his legs… a body so desperate, a mind so confused, a soul so naïve.

“Yes…” he sighs.

“Very well, then. Should I show you how to please a woman?” Jugram asks, lifting you in one swift swing up from your hand.

Uryuu fixes his glasses, using his left index to move the frame upwards. “Hnn…” he nods, this time adopting a position of a younger brother. What it takes for him to finally be taught something so basic, instead of being required to rule a new world with the blood of his friends still dripping all around.

Jugram takes a good look at your body proportions with squinting eyes. He is probably calculating where and how to touch for his motions to be the most effective. He still needs to show the future king the perfect way this is done.

When he finally positions himself behind you, a shiver runs through your back. You were there because of different reasons, but you couldn’t blame yourself for experiencing real desire for those two men. The experienced teacher, and the virginal pupil, both about to enjoy a new lesson based in your body…

When the cold hand of the blonde comes from behind, and places it over your breast, you squirm a little.

“Stay still, we are here to show our future king how to please a piece of meat like you” he murmurs, right in your ear. It makes you bite your lip; it makes you moan when he finally pulls from your hardened nipple.

Jugram shows his pupil how rock and erect your pleasure points are in between his slender delicate fingers. You look to the side, but still, you are able to see how Uryuu fixes his eyes into the turgor of your chest. “I’m sure you know about erogenous zones; you’ve been studying the human body. This is one of them. You need to pull, touch, and if you feel fancy enough… use your mouth to do it. In fact, you could use your mouth all over… even your teeth”

The blonde, turns you to the side with no mercy. And with no mercy he also sits you over the huge white table in the centre of that cerulean lights room.

“Never, ever you should kneel. Is the woman who should be lifted if it’s small enough for your lips not to reach her breasts” Jugram sentences; he takes it very seriously; he is raising a true king.

He cups your chest with one of his hands as his pale lips reaches for your nipple. First, the tip of his tongue. Then, the wet sensation of it, dampening your hardness. And ultimately, the sharp surface of his teeth, nibbling on them, making your head to be thrown back in total pleasure.

“See? She likes it. Now, if you want it to be faster so that you can use her insides you need to prep her” Jugram says, as if you were non-existent, like a piece of meat, like a doll to use…

And you couldn’t care less; as Jugram’s fingers open its way inside your sex. He didn’t take much to undress you, the white skirt wouldn’t cover much either way.

The pumping motions start slowly and from there the rhythm increases. Reflected on Uryuu’s glasses is the image of your body reaction to such blissful movements, going in and out, always hitting up so that you feel like you are about to burst.

“See how she retorts? It is exactly because she wants more… right, you slut? As a Quincy we should kill you, but first this hole should be useful” the blonde spits, so indecently fingering you while he does nothing but degrade you.

Uryu, who fights a moral battle inside himself, focuses on the way his white pants are now tightly crushing his erection. Why is he hard to such humiliation… when did he become the way he did? Why he is moving on his own, right now?

You whine louder as the glasses boy is also all over you in a blink of an eye. His delicate hand grab you by your cheeks, pressing hard with violence he never knew he had.

He swallows, letting his cape fall to the ground while cracking his neck. Your pleading eyes, and your opened lips are like a beautiful trap in which he had fallen.

Jugram has now added uncountable number of fingers inside you while pulls from your hair back to show your neck to his friend. Like the Devil presenting temptation to the young apprentice, he invites him to carve his teeth on your body.

And that’s exactly what Uryu does. He bites, as if he was trying to retrieve blood from your carotid, leaving marks in your skin. He takes the time, next, to smell the scent of your sweating sex flesh.

His soft lips travel up and down, the tip of his tongue too.

Jugram finds it fascinating; it doesn’t matter how much of a virgin Uryu could be, a man’s instinct can lead the way perfectly fine. And he notices, also, the way his pupil slowly kisses down your belly towards your already about to burst sex.

The blonde stops the masturbating pumps and allows Uryu to reach your folds as he can see his avid need to drink from it.

“Guess I don’t have to explain how to do that, huh?” he kinda laughs, something weird coming from the balanced man. And while Uryu gets lost in the perfume of your dripping core, he makes sure you spread your legs as it is proper.

And after slapping your inner thighs Jugram enjoys the way your eyes turn white when the tip of his next king’s tongue reaches for your salty taste.

Your belly spasms, your back arches but even if you wish you could lay on it over the table, Jugram won’t let you. His hand hasn’t stop pulling from your hair, and it’s both painful and pleasant.

“Do you think we are here just to please you? Open your mouth” he commands, moving your head towards him while he lets his zipper down.

You swallow, knowing that saliva will be the last thing you will have before his hardness hits your throat. And indeed, he lifts one of his legs over the table so that his crotch could reach your mouth, and guiding his sex inside your mouth, he makes you gag.

The frame of Uryu’s glasses carve into your thighs, as you involuntarily close your legs. He is not worried; he is actually enjoying the warmth of your skin against his blushed cheeks.

Your juices drip from the lips that once were tinted in blood, to his chin as if he was devouring a fruit. Uryu eats you out desperately; his senses have been overly stimulated and he swears he could cum by just this.

His eyes sometimes scan the way his blonde teacher makes you gag, with all of his length buried in your throat. He can only think of doing the same next. The tears running through your cheeks, the way you run out of oxygen, the protrusion of Jugram’s dick showing on your throat… why is he enjoying this? why the more you plead for mercy the more he gets harder, and harder?

In any case, the sudden explosion of your breathless climax amazes him. Uryu can feel your inner walls clenching to his fingers, and your orgasm invading his tongue.

Drop by drop, he feeds well off you. While Jugram grunts, because your mouth tries to close on its own as you come.

“Don’t bite, you bitch!” he protests, slapping your cheek hard enough to feel it but still soft enough not to hurt you. He might speak that way, but he is indeed very delicate on its own. He won’t go deeper for an inch more; he knows how not to cause you damage.

Uryu stands up, watching Jugram about to reach his own orgasm with the wetness of your mouth around his dick. He looks at his glasses wearing “little brother” with a smirk.

“I know you wanna fuck her, go ahead. Fill her cunt, I will stuff his stomach with my cum” he says, in between breathy pants. Words that surprise Uryu to no extent, where is the sophisticated Jugram he knows?

You give him a look, with blurry vision and a needy broken sight. You wanna tell him to do it, you want Uryu to fuck you and fill you up as Jugram said. You hope that your looks will be enough for him to understand, because you can’t use your mouth as it begins to get flooded with warm, sticky, white release.

He gets the message, clearly. But he is still inexpert; he thinks he knows what to do, but he doesn’t really.

Haschwalt sticks his dick out, pumping with his hands the last drops of his orgasm onto your lips. His seed drips from your lips to your neck and into your breasts, and it’s ok.

“Come on, fuck her… or should I show you that too?” he mocks his dark-haired companion while coming closer to him.

Jugram stands behind Uryu, grabbing a fistful of his straight hair. In other situation he could have been killed for doing so to the future king, but Uryu didn’t mind; he was too lost in pleasure to even think about it.

The blonde Quincy whispers on his ear, pushing him against you slowly and dominantly. “remember what our majesty told us… use her, now”

Reddish cheeks and warm breathe kissing Uryu’s lips, his eyelids sloppily falling down as he fixes his eyes in yours. His white pants fall to the ground, and the wet spot on his underwear grows bigger as his hardness does to.

You can only wait for his intrusion, eagerly to be penetrated, panting, and cleaning the still rests of Jugram’s cum off your lips and chin.

Uryu’s pale hand pump his never used sex, getting him ready to slide right in as Jugram spreads your legs surrounding Uryu from behind, leaving him in between you and him.

“Go…” he murmurs, ordering so sweetly. “Ye-yes” Uryu stutters, getting ready to fix all the time lost.

He is delicate, but it feels amazingly well. He slides in, resting, as Jugram grab him by his hip for a moment, right by your entrance. “Calm down, do it slower at first”

It’s so perverse to see Jugram believe he is the right of taking the lead, but it’s even more depraved that Uryu seems to be enjoying it even more than both you and Jugram.

“Now, begin moving… fuck her rough” the blonde finally says, while smiling so corruptly towards you as if he wanted to warn you of something. Perhaps, he was happy to find the perfect hollow to use on and on.

Like a total slave of desire, with no humanity left whatsoever, his glasses get foggy, and you take them off his beautiful face. Jugram allows you to close your legs, trapping Uryu with them around the waist.

You lift your hips up, allowing for him to go even deeper in that steady rhythm he has so easily learned to maintain. Carving nails like claws into his soft back, allowing for him to moan into your mouth, as you do the same.

Sometimes you take a look at the man who taught him; Jugram is sitting on one of the couches, ready to continue once his pupil is over.

But the one who is almost over, is you. And the grunts and moans become louder and faster. Your insides clench, milk your lover desperately. Uryu can feel it, he shakes, he bites your lip pulling with no mercy from them. You fix your eyes into his deep blue ones, mumbling something similar to an “I’m coming” and “please don’t stop”.

Of course he won’t stop, he can’t even if he wanted to. And soon after you carve your heel into the small of his back as you climax, he does to.

Uryu slams the table right next to you, as he is sweating and filling you up. What a beautiful façade of pure extasy and delicious desire…

More, I want more. From the regret to the need. Hollows might be toxic to Quincy, but Quincy aren’t toxic to Hollows… only deadly.

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kwanisms · 1 year

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[02:14], Jihoon, requested by anon

╰┈➤ F4 "I didn't get soaked wet through walking to your house for you to say no to pizza. I have beer, too. I know you're sad, so let me in."

summary: you walk through the rainy city to bring your boyfriend pizza and beer to cheer him up

wc: 952

warnings: adult dialogue, suggestive material, reader gets super wet but not like that. alcohol consumption

a/n: I hope you like this one! I changed the prompt just slightly. A couple words to make it fit a little better. Anyway, I'd probably walk through hell and back for Woozi lol

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“The things I do for love.”

You grumbled and moaned about your situation as you reached into your coat pocket and pulled out the keycard to hold up to the card reader, unlocking the sliding door, allowing you into the building.

Normally, the Pledis building was closed this time of the night but with idols and producers working all hours of the night and day, entry was granted with a keycard which you happened to have.

You nodded at the security guard who looked over you, an amused smirk crossing their face as you passed but thankfully they said nothing as you stopped at the elevator, pushing the up button and waiting for the door to open.

Had you been smarter, you wouldn’t be standing there, dripping wet, waiting for the lift to take you up to the floor where your boyfriend’s studio was. Had you been smarter, you would have just ordered delivery and sent it to him rather than taking it yourself, but you didn’t pride yourself on your intelligence.

The ride up to the fourth floor was quick thankfully but you were still freezing, the combination of your wet clothes and the air conditioned building proving to be your undoing as you shivered, walking down the hall to Jihoon’s studio.

He was supposed to join you and the rest of Seventeen to celebrate a successful comeback but he never showed up to the restaurant and when you overheard one of the managers talk about Jihoon seeming a little on the sad side, you were up before anyone could stop you.

You stopped by one of your favorite pizza places and grabbed Jihoon’s favorite pie before stopping at a convenience store and grabbing some beer and making the walk to the Pledis building. Of course, you didn’t expect the sky to open up when you were a couple blocks away.

Now you looked like a drowned cat as you stopped outside the door to Jihoon’s studio. Woozi’s room.

You tried the handle, not at all surprised that it was locked. You knocked on the door and called out to your boyfriend.

You expected he might have his headphones on but you were determined. You knocked again, a little louder this time before pressing the button for the bell next to the door. A neat little feature Jihoon had installed. It was a buzzer but it was also attached to a light that flashed to let him know someone was there.

It worked like a charm, a smile spreading across your face when you heard him.

“Who is it?” Jihoon called through the closed door. “It’s me!” You called back.

A brief silence followed before Jihoon spoke again. “Babe, I’m not gonna be done here for a while, you should probably just go home.”

Your smile fell into a frown. “Uh, it’s raining outside,” you countered.

“Then call a cab?”

Your frown turned into a scowl. Oh no he didn’t.

“Look” you started hotly. “I didn’t get soaking wet walking to your studio for you to say no to pizza,” you explained, shouting through the door. When you heard no sound on the other side, you continued.

“I have beer, too. I know you’re sad, so let me in.”

The door opened moments later and Jihoon appeared, looking you over, an amused smile forming on his lips.

“Wow you weren’t kidding,” he said as he stood back to let you in. “Careful,” he added. “You’re dripping everywhere.”

You threw him an annoyed look before setting the pizza box and six pack on the coffee table in the small nook of his studio. You removed your coat and looked around for somewhere to hang it up.

“Here,” Jihoon said softly, holding out a towel and taking your soaked coat. You thanked him and started to dry yourself with the towel. Jihoon returned moments later and shook his head, moving to sit on the couch in the small nook.

You sat next to him, placing the towel under you as he grabbed one of the beers and opened it. “Who said I was sad?” He asked, looking up at you as you opened your own beer. “One of the managers,” you replied, reaching out to grab the pizza box and open it.

Jihoon shook his head. “I’m not sad,” he answered. “I just didn’t feel like going out with everyone,” he continued, raising the bottle to his lips and taking another sip.

“But this,” he added, nodding towards the pizza and beer. “I don’t mind this.”

“Well that,” you replied, pointing at his smile. “Makes getting soaked worth it.”

“Oh shit,” Jihoon said, setting his beer down and getting up quickly. He walked over to the closet and opened it, kneeling down for a moment before standing back up and shutting the door. He returned with some dry clothes for you.

“You want me to just change right here?” You asked, setting your bottle down and looking at him with a raised eyebrow. He smirked, trying and failing miserably to hide it.

“Not like I haven’t seen it all before, babe,” he muttered, picking up his beer and grabbing a slice of pizza. You rolled your eyes, lightly slapping his leg. “Pervert.”

He chuckled lightly as you quickly tore off your wet clothes and pulled on the dry ones, thanking him silently as you wrapped your wet clothes in the towel.

“Thank you,” he replied. “For the pizza and beer,” he added when you turned to glare at him. Your glare softened and you smiled, leaning in to kiss his cheek.

“And for the show,” he added with a mischievous grin, causing you to slap his leg again and whine.

“Yah, Lee Jihoon!”

#seventeen scenarios #seventeen imagines #seventeen timestamps #seventeen fluff #seventeen x reader #woozi scenarios #woozi imagines #woozi timestamps #woozi fluff #woozi x reader #kwanisms timestamp event

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ensn4r3d-d0ve · 1 year

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Hey Hey Bl1ss! I have a request in mind if you'd like to hear it.!

RE4 Leon taking reader on a boat ride in the middle of the river, thinking it would be a romantic date, tossing each other into the river and having fun, ending up in a steamy session in the boat after having their fun 😏

OMFG YESS!!!

This is gonna sound weird but like what if this actually happened… I can’t stop think abt it omg!

— Lakeside Romance

Pairings: R4r Leon x Fem! Reader

— (Boyfriend & Girlfriend) or (Husband & Wife)

Summary: Leon taking the reader out on a romantic yacht date (more of a honeymoon) and end up in a steamy session (Basically what the request said)

Cw: Fluff to Smut, honeymoon/romantic date w leon, soft leon and him just being the best ever, kissing, dom! Leon x sub! Reader dynamic, p in v, unprotected sex, slight praise, cream pie, and just fucking on a yacht with leon. PLEASE LMK IF I MISSED ANYTHING AND NOT PROOF READ!

Character count: 10.5k

Today was the day, the day you spend time with Leon.

It was a sunny morning on a easy afternoon you and Leon had just got off work, starting to pack backs for a couple days just to get a breather once in a while. Leon had planned the perfect date for you on his yacht and taking you to the middle of the river for a romantic evening together.

The sun was setting, and the sky was painted with shades of pink and orange. As they arrived at the yacht, Leon helped you aboard and showed you all around. The boat was equipped with two cozy bedrooms, a big kitchen, and two bathrooms. Having brought some food and drinks for the two of you to enjoy while cruising down the river.

Everything was going as planned until Leon suggested to jump into the water and cool off due to how hot it was. You were a little hesitant at first, but Leon convinced you pretty well, and jumped into the refreshing water. Splashing around, laughing and enjoying each other's company. He playfully tossed you into the water, and you reacted by doing the same to him. The fun both of you were having would be described as the best time of your life, so much fun that you guys didn't even notice the sun had set, and it was getting dark.

Climbing back onto the yacht, as wet clothes clung to your bodies, and not being able to deny the tension between the both likes of you. Heading towards into the bedroom, but things quickly escalated into a heated argument after you’d stripped yourself off from your wet clothes in front of him. You knew that he wanted something, had heard it from his tone when you suggested that you could just take care of it yourself.

Of course that was one thing that would never happen. You weren’t exactly an amateur with what you did, nor were you one of those women who didn’t know their own business. In fact, there were quite a few occasions where your relationship with him was so much different than that of most people around.

His hands roamed roughly all over you as he tried to find some way of relieving himself of the lustful desire that consumed him. He wanted this, you knew that for sure. But he was trying to act like he wasn’t, and it seemed that nothing you said ever made a difference with him. It always came to this, you knew. The need.

The frustration. And yet, you couldn’t help it.

His touch on you made your skin tingle, and if it weren’t for how angry he was at you for ruining such good mood, you might have kissed him or done anything else that he asked of you to satisfy his needs. As it was, you just stood by as he got what he desired, letting out little moans, and whimpers as he pleasured you. And eventually, he stopped, breathing hard, his face flushed red.

Leon still held you tightly to his chest until finally he broke away, heading out into the lounge to get dressed. A small smile played across your lips as you watched him disappear behind the closed door of the bedroom. Your body shook slightly, and you took another deep breath. It was going to be alright. Things were bound to turn around soon enough. After all, you were in the right here.

All you’d really taken advantage of was the fact that he thought you were a virgin. That wouldn’t last forever though, would it?

No, no, there was plenty more time for you to do this with him. It wasn’t like you had to wait forever for something like that anyway. You would have plenty more opportunities. And after this, things would be alright again, once the two of you worked your relationship through. There was no reason to rush into it. You had lots of time left now. Plenty of opportunities to take full advantage of his sexual needs.

You sat down onto the bed, your legs dangling down onto the mattress below. Your body was igniting in a flame where you needed him the most, and it wasn’t long before you heard the click of the lock as he turned it off. He came walking slowly into the room, taking in the sight before him as he approached the side of the bed where you lay, still clothed in the soaked fabric of the dress. Taking a seat beside you, his hand brushed yours gently, his thumb stroking your wrist while his other rested comfortably on your thigh.

Smiling softly up at you, he leaned forward, pressing his forehead against yours. Then Leon pressed closer to you, kissing you on the mouth. His tongue entered your mouth, exploring your mouth hungrily, as he moved his hand lower between your legs, his thumb finding its spot within moments. You gasped lightly, unable to stop the moan that slipped past your lips at his ministrations. He chuckled, his fingers brushing across your panties before he pulled them down completely, leaving you naked as he moved to unzip his pants.

Leon looked down at you again with a smirk, “This is gonna take some getting used to, huh? Now let me show you how much of a gentleman I am. We’ll emd with this as finishing our date tonight, yeah?” You nodded eagerly in response to his words. You were desperate for his attention. So eager that you didn’t even notice the look of disgust that crossed his features as he stared at you. You were too busy focusing on the pleasure that he was giving you.

You were too focused on the feeling of his fingers inside you, pushing deeper and deeper, making you feel like you were about to explode. You needed more. Needed him closer, needed everything that he was, right there next to you, in front of you… “Ahah… I think you like it here…” He muttered as he felt the knot begin to tighten and contract, his fingers dancing in between your folds as you writhed beneath him in need and moaning continuously.

He chuckled softly again. His eyes were hooded and filled with lust as he lowered his head, pressing kisses down your throat, your chest, down further along your stomach. He trailed his tongue along the top of your underwear as he continued downward, moving lower and lower still as you squirmed underneath him.

You whimpered quietly, your entire body tensing as the orgasm began to roll through your nerves. Soon, you were shaking, panting harshly as tears welled up in your eyes. Everything felt incredible. Like nothing you had ever experienced before. He reached out, removing his jeans, sliding them slowly down his hips, until they landed with a light thud against the floor.

Leon stood there for a moment longer, looking down at you as you shivered beneath him, biting his lip seductively. He grinned as he bent down, kissing you passionately, his tongue licking your bottom lip, his teeth grazing your upper one. “Don’t worry. This ain’t over just yet~” With that he picked you up, carrying you over to the bed, tossing you down onto the fluffy sheets without warning.

He quickly followed, pinning you to the bed as his hand removed your underwear all the way off of ypu throwing it onto the floor , running along your inner thigh before stopping to trace circles against the center of your sex. You arched your back, moaning into his ear as your hands clenched at the sheets. He is now in control of everything around him, and the inability to get what it mattered the most, you. His lack of restraint, and his refusal to let go. That’s why he hadn’t been able to sleep for the past couple nights he had work.

The desire had gotten the best of him, and you could only imagine what his body must have felt like, how hot he had felt as he touched your sensitive flesh. You were ready to be ridden as often as you wished. Your body begged to be taken. Wanted it badly. And it made sense that you were so needy after spending months with him. You were his. You belonged to him. And he was going to make sure that you knew it.

Leon pushed himself up, hovering above you, his eyes darkening as he gazed down at you. He smiled, leaning down to kiss you deeply, his tongue slipping into your mouth as he ran his hands down your sides, resting them on your hips and pulling you upwards. Reaching for his cock as he pulled away, he started to thrust downwards, his erect cock pushing in deeper, then being pulling it out and pressing his face into your neck as his hips moved faster, rutting hard and fast into you.

You wrapped your arm behind his neck, tugging his head towards you as you moaned loudly, wanting him closer and closer to completion. You needed the feeling he brought to your life, your body throbbed with need and you could barely hold on any longer. You wanted release.

Your body shook uncontrollably. Waves of pleasure rocked through your body as he buried himself deeper inside of you, his movements becoming harder and rougher with each thrust. He gripped your ass, keeping you pressed tightly against him as he continued to ram his cock into you. Your nails dug into his shoulders as he did this, drawing blood with each stroke of your nails across his skin, sending sharp, jolts of ecstasy throughout his body as he drove himself into you, almost to the point of breaking apart with each thrust.

Nearing each of your climaxes, he could feel it in the tightening of your pussy around him and in the way his thighs trembled as he pounded into you hard. His diamond blue eyes were staring intently at your flushed face. “Shit~ I’m so close…” He groaned , gripping your cheeks with both hands, his thumb running along your bottom lip as he spoke. “Are you close my sweetgirl?” You responded with a quick nod, your arms wrapping around his shoulders tightly, holding on tightly to him, begging him “Don’t stop….please don’t s-stop.” But he couldn’t help himself anymore. He had to have you now. The noises of skin slapping filled the room, although it was nothing to worry about since it's just the two of you.

“Come for me, baby.. Come for me!” he whispered with a low groan, while his face buried deep into your neck as his hips pistoned forward, his muscles flexing powerfully. You cried out, intense pleasure taking over your nerves causing you to shake violently, It was so strong, so intense that it caused his cock to jerk inside of you, shooting his load straight inside your tight walls, spilling his cum deep inside you.

His grip loosened around your waist as his body collapsing next to you, his breathing heavy as he panted into your neck. Leon pulled away from you then, his head resting upon your shoulder, his fingers tracing patterns across your back. You looked up at him, smiling lovingly at him as your heart raced. You were absolutely breathless from the experience. You could hardly believe that you hadn't had any prior experiences to compare to this with.

Then suddenly you remembered something. He kissed you, the first time in forever since you kissed him…

Was that when that night changed? Was that when he realized?

Had the passion and want for you been enough to break through whatever was standing in his way?

It seemed so. It had broken down the wall you'd spent a good portion of the last six weeks putting together, and you wondered if there could possibly be more. He wouldn't tell you though. He was content having you like this - with your breasts exposed, your nipples hardened by his kisses, and a look of complete bliss written all over your face eyes rolled back and everything. He would never allow himself to ruin such perfect girl.

He loved you too much.

And he would keep loving you forever.

You sighed contently, nuzzling your head against his shoulder, snuggling into his side, your hand stroking his hair. “I love you” you whispered, your heart racing as you felt him shift against you, his weight shifting on top of you. “I love you too, baby. So damn much” he chuckled against your neck, pressing another soft kiss against your skin before rolling away from you, laying down beside you as he wrapped an arm around your torso. He pressed kisses to the tops of your heads, whispering “goodnight love.” to both of you before closing his eyes.

A/N: I may have went a little overboard get it, but anyways hope you like it and this took me a awful while to complete. Thank you for requesting! <3

#resident evil #leon kennedy x fem! reader #leon kennedy x reader #bl1ss posts #leon kennedy #Requests to Bl1ss #leon scott kennedy x reader #leon kennedy smut #resident evil 🚔#resident evil smut #resident evil fluff

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iluvshinytwink · 1 year

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Let you break my heart again by laufey w/ Jude pls 🤞🙏

Let You Break My Heart Again - Jude Bellingham

"Until then, I'll drink my coffee, eat my pie, pretend that we are more than friends. Then of course, I'll let you break my heart again."

a/n: from the lyrics and everything i think u alr know what's gonna go down (tots not because i just don't know how to write a synopsis.)

also it took me so long to decide which lyric to pick 😧

Now Playing . . . Let You Break My Heart Again by Laufey

His eyes were the color of coffee. Soft and brood. Bitter yet sweet. Aromatic and bright. Something that you can't help but crave for.

His words were like a pie. Sweet and loving. Creamy and smooth.

Addictive.

That was one of the many words you could use to describe Jude.

Bitter like coffee and sweet like the pie you always ate for breakfast. That was Jude.

Developing feelings for Jude was something you should've tried to stop a long time ago.

You should've known that you liked him from the very beginning. The way your heart would skip a beat the moment he called your name. The way you felt like the entire world had frozen every time his eyes met yours.

Yet you didn't. The feelings continued to bloom badly. Your feelings grew into a rose with a thousand thorns which wrapped your body. You couldn't escape.

The many times where you wanted to look away from Jude, to prevent your heart from aching never came.

It was like he had you in his fingertips and he didn't even notice.

The many times you tried to stop the blush that kept creeping into your cheeks every time he held your hand in a friendly manner.

But that was sadly all you would ever be to Jude. A friend.

It was a cold winter night. The dark blue sky was powdered with stars. You were sat at a bench, staring at the blue abyss above you mindlessly.

"Are you cold?" a familiar voice joked. You looked beside you and saw your friend, Jude standing before you with his hands dug deep in his pockets. "I didn't know it would be this cold." you said softly.

You heard a scruffle in Jude's jacket. You looked back at him and his hand was out for you to take.

"It's warm, I promise." Jude said with a soft smile.

Your mouth gaped open as you tried to find the exact words to say. You could feel your entire face being hot as the snow came dripping down the sky.

Without a choice, you took Jude's hand.

It was indeed warm. Soft and warm. Lovely and comforting.

You wanted to hold onto it for the rest of time. May the weather be hot or cold, you didn't want to let go.

If you were to let go, your feelings would never go. You would think of this moment for the rest of your life, reliving it time and time again and realize that moment would never happen again.

Jude continued walking and without thinking straight, your hand clenches on his harshly.

Jude stops. He looks behind him and to his arm. Your hand tensed into his.

"Are you okay?" Jude asked softly. The realization hit you and your hand had stopped tensing. "Is it that cold?" Jude joked, going closer to you.

You stood there, frozen. Like the harsh weather had finally dawned on you.

But that wasn't it. What had dawned on you was the realization that you had fallen for Jude.

And the most painful thing about that realization was, you knew he would never like you back.

"Let's get you home, okay?" Jude whispered worriedly, tugging on your arm softly.

The night was a blur. You remember the silent yet comforting walk you had on the way home. His hand grew warmer by the minute and you remembered adoring every single second of it.

As the two of you approached your house, you found yourself wishing it would never end.

You wished, deep inside, the walk would go on and on. Who cares where you would end up in?

You woke up, covered in blankets which was Jude's doing.

As your eyes opened slowly, a feeling of sadness washed over you. The warmth of the blankets would never match to Jude's warmth.

You got up and headed to your kitchen.

As you approached the counter, you could see two indistinctive objects.

Pie and coffee and in the middle was a small note.

You felt tears well your eyes, though you weren't entirely sure why.

Some day, one day; I will stop falling in love with you. Until I do, I'll be thinking of you.

this is kinda half assed ill by honest but nevertheless, i hope you enjoy it :)!!!

also ill post again tomorrow so dont worry!!

TAGLIST !!! :)

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- @f1lover55

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heavencasteel420 · 2 months

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I was never gonna be on board with St4ncy, but one of my main objections is that I really feel like the show has actually done a really solid job of communicating “Steve is adrift and lands on getting back together with Nancy as a solution to his problems despite not really knowing who she is or what she wants.” There’s the fact that he did the same thing with Robin in S3 (not picking up that she was a lesbian). There’s the implication that they haven’t spent much time together in the 18 or so months since they broke up (so he has no idea how she’s changed since then). There’s the fact that so much of the ship-teasing is cheerleading from other people (the timing of which suggests that Steve is driven in part by the encouragement of his friends). There’s his focus on what role Nancy played in his personal journey three years previously (not on who she is or what’s happening now). There’s his statement at the beginning of the season that he doesn’t know what he wants. There’s the pie-in-the-sky nature of his love confession to Nancy (talking about a scenario that she has stated she doesn’t want that could only take place in the distant future and involves no consideration of practicalities).

I don’t think he’s wrong to shoot his shot, per se, but he is absolutely living in la la land and he does not know that girl. The only thing that makes me think that they’d ever end up together is that, sometimes, shows are poorly written.

(If they were meant to end up together, I also think there were better ways to set that up. Lloyd/Diane from Say Anything and Nick/Lindsay from Freaks and Geeks are decent models.)

#anti stancy #I’m also a little leery of the fandom’s obsession with the older teens parenting the younger ones #so while I don’t think Steve is wrong to want kids #the fact that he is focused on that at 19-20 when he is otherwise aimless #kind of just makes it seem like he’s lonely #I think if he were a girl people would be like oh honey no

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inkstainedhandswithrings · 1 year

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S2 Ep14 of TBB Thoughts!!

oh frick, oh darn, oh heck

HOWZER HOWZER HOWZER HOWZER HOWZER HOWZER HOWZER HOWZER

I need to stop eating breakfast while I watch these eps, eventually im gonna gasp so hard I'll choke on some food (this is based on me almost choking on my food when HOWZER showed up)

So I knew Echo'd be in this one, but I was actually also a 100% Rex would be there too, so I was a little bummed about that? like why would they release Rex's poster now if he isn't gonna be in the ep? and like ik this is a show about the batch, so they wanna show off Echo and I love that for him bc I love Echo but like,,, Rex🥺 yanno?

that being said, Echo and his team infiltrating that ship, fcking GREGOR?? amazing, loving that shit, eating it up

another suicide? this is getting intense. like this season has given us deeply seeded political issues about clone rights, depictions of blood, brainwashing and two suicides?? like??? things are heating up, the writers are getting more real and I actually kinda,,, love that even though its intense

CROSS MY BOY🥺🥺🥺🥺

clone sipping coffee :)

ye :)

me @ howzer:

he knows someone, eh? THAT'LL BE MY MANS TECH :DDDD

ofc he snatched the gun, you rlly coulda seen that one coming dipstick

it struck me as really odd that Crosshair didn't shoot the female doctor. like the rest of the batch and most of the clones use stun guns ALL THE TIME whereas Crosshair has always shot to kill. again, "severe and unyielding", meaning he takes intense action, committing all the way all the while being so stubborn he hardly ever backs down. honestly, him sparing her is some serious character development. he recognised she was being kind to him and he decided that that was enough reason not to hurt her. either that, or he wanted to abuse her kindness later on

he never wanted to get out, he just wanted to warn his brothers, which is AGAIN SO DIFFERENT from the Cross we've gotten to know in these last two seasons. I actually don't think that's growth anymore. that's Crosshair standing by a choice that he knew was bad for far too long (SEVERE. AND. UNYIELDING.) and now finally admitting he was wrong and going back to what he always wanted and always knew to be right.

ALSO I JUST WITNESSED CROSSHAIR MISS A SHOT TWICE LIKE WTH??? THAT'S NEVER HAPPENED BEFORE

partially rebuilt Pabu :)))

Hunter being questioned abt being more than just a soldier lol

like sir, the answer is "I am dad, actually."

TECH AND OMEGA FLYING TOGETHER

CACKLING

HE ADJUSTED HIS GOGGLES TWICE IN LIKE 3 MINUTES

HE LOOKED LIKE HE WAS FEARING FOR HIS LIVE I AM DYING WITH LAUGHTER FCK

"Up. Up! Up, Omega, pull up!" <- im sorry but Tech's always been just,,, so cool in stressful situations, like almost dying, no biggie. falling out of the sky in a storage box and having a heavy object crush your leg, naaahh we got this. fcking staring a Zillo Beast dead in the eye as it growls at you, easy as pie. omega's flying? panic

"The Tech-Turn? really?" "Now that is not what it is called, but I rather like it. I suggest you proceed before I come to my sen-- AAAAAHHHH."

D Y I N G

did Echo only race Omega to torture Tech? yes, why do you ask?

okay listen I love him, but without his kama Echo looks half naked

TECH FCKING STUMBLING OUT THE SHIP I CAN'T

HUGGIES!!!! ECHO AND OMEGA HUGGIES!! :DDDDD

hmmm the summit huh??? interesting

Tech sounded so worried when he called Hunter over??? waaaaaahhh

Hemlock? more like Hemcock (yes I've been waiting a while to make that joke leave me alone)

YES CROSS IS WARNING YOU. NO HUNTER YOU CAN TRUST HIM GO AFTER HIM GO FIND YOUR BROTHER HE NEEDS YOUR HELP GODDAMN WAAAAAAAAAAAHGGH

Crosshair being offered his freedom and just stubbornly staring back? Severe and unyielding hero edition. I love him, Hunter go get him pls he needs you.

help why did this one feel so short

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bi-bard · 2 years

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Lizzy McAlpine Songs that Would Describe a Relationship with Gar Logan - Gar Logan Imagine [Titans (HBO)]

Title: Lizzy McAlpine Songs that Would Describe a Relationship with Gar Logan

Pairing: Gar Logan X Reader

Word Count: 2,243 words

Warning(s): social anxiety, beginning of an anxiety attack

Author's Note: Just here to show that I care about more than just Jason Todd and Dick Grayson

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Apple Pie

I found you under an April sky And you feel like City life, apple pie baked just right Home is wherever you are tonight

I never expected to see the world outside of the Caulder house.

I thought that was all my life would be. A band of misfits and anomalies left to hide in a house. Like toys forgotten in a doll house.

Gar Logan disrupted all of that.

I was suddenly less lonely. Less isolated. No longer forgotten.

To put it simply, he saved me. I was loved.

When he left to join Rachel and her friends, he brought me with him.

And then, we ended up in the Titans tower.

The first night was the weirdest. The idea of being in some new home. A new long-term situation had made me uneasy.

Gar helped.

When I first woke up, I had a few moments of panic, trying to figure out where I was. I sat up quickly, ready to run for it. And then, I saw Gar. He was still curled into the pillow, fast asleep.

I relaxed into the headboard.

That was right.

We were in the tower. This was home now. A real home. Not a living museum. A place for us to just exist.

I slowly laid back down where I had been. I didn't go back to sleep though. I just moved forward and curled into Gar's side as much as I could without disturbing him.

I intertwined our hands, my cheek resting on his shoulder.

Gar woke up a little while later. I only knew because he pressed a kiss to my forehead. I grinned a bit and leaned back to look at him. He was already smiling at me.

"Good morning," he mumbled to me.

"Morning," I replied.

"How'd you sleep," he asked. He knew about my nervousness surrounding the new place.

"Okay," I shrugged. "I... I forgot where I was this morning, but besides that, it was fine."

He nodded.

"What about you?"

"Nice. Really nice."

"Good," I muttered.

Gar pulled his hand from mine so he could wrap his arm around my shoulders and hold me closer to him. I wrapped my arms around his torso.

"We should get some posters to put up," Gar commented. "On that wall."

I looked at where he was pointing. When my attention turned back to him, he had a wide smile on his face that made my heart melt.

"And some Christmas lights," I added, half-joking. "Hang them around the edge of the ceiling."

"That would be nice," he agreed. "We could try to get a shelf or something. Get some new CDs so you can start your collection again."

"Put them right next to all your video games," I suggested.

"Perfect."

I chuckled.

I felt his hand running up and down my spine. It felt like every nerve in my body simultaneously relaxed.

"You've got this whole thing planned out, huh," I teased.

"Just ideas," he shrugged. "If this is gonna be home, then I want us to both have a say."

I never knew that it could've been possible for one word to almost bring me to tears.

Home.

I definitely could get used to this being home.

all my ghosts

All my ghosts are with me I know you feel them too Ridin' shotgun next to your free Slurpee They know all of my habits, but they don't know about you I hope that's true

It wasn't a secret that out of all of the Caulder house residents, Gar was the one that could best pass for "normal".

It was a hard fact to ignore when the other residents in the house included a huge robot, a woman that sometimes turns into goo, and a man that had to spend forever dressed as the old-school invisible man.

And then, there was me.

After an... "accidental" drowning experience, I should have died, but Chief found me before that could happen. Whatever treatment he gave me forced the cold to almost mix with my DNA.

Now, I couldn't experience any intense emotion without frost growing on my skin... or ignore the physical effects that were always there. That was the extent to which I had explored those abilities. I didn't want to know the extent of those abilities.

I don't know how Gar convinced me to leave the house with him. I just had a tendency to trust him all the time. Probably a consequence of my feelings for him.

I was okay at first.

Getting out of the house was easy enough and I trusted Gar to lead me to... wherever we were going. He had told me it was a surprise.

I paused when I saw where he was pulling me.

"What's wrong," he asked when he noticed that I stopped walking.

"There's... There's a lot of people here, Gar," I said. "Maybe we should just go home. I... I'm not supposed to be in public anyways."

"(Y/n)," his hand touched my upper arm. "It's alright. It looks like a lot, but it's okay. Just try? Please?"

I looked at him for a moment before sighing and pulling my hood over my head. He grinned and grabbed my hand again.

Walking into the roller rink was okay at first. I kind of clung to Gar's side. My eyes jumped from one person to another, making sure that no one was staring.

Gar started playing a game in the arcade while I stood next to him, quietly watching him.

I felt something crawling up my spine. An uneasiness.

I looked around quickly, trying to find the source.

My brain couldn't sort it out. It just felt like I was being watched. Like all of the eyes in the room had turned to me instead of their games. I took a deep breath, trying to calm down and convince myself that it was just my mind playing a trick on me.

But I couldn't shake it.

I was convinced that everyone there was convinced that I was some freak. A monster.

I felt the ice and cold crawling along my muscles, pushing their way to the surface.

"G-Gar," I mumbled, pulling on his sleeve.

"One second."

"Gar," I said more firmly.

He looked at me. I saw his eyes widen.

"Hey, hey, it's alright," he promised. "Come on."

He grabbed my hand and tried to calmly lead me away from the center of the room. We ended up tucked away in a dark, empty corner of the arcade.

I could still feel eyes on me. It was only getting worse as the frost formed on my face.

"Hey," Gar took both of my hands in his. "I'm here. It's just me. No one else is here. No one else is watching. You are safe. I'll keep you safe."

I was trying to even out my breathing, my eyes squeezed shut. Gar continued mumbling soft words to me in the hopes of helping. They were, but not enough for it all to just disappear.

I pulled my eyes open as my breathing calmed. As I did, I got to watch Gar pull my frozen hands up a bit before he opened his mouth and blew out a huff of warm air.

"D-Did you just blow hot air on my hands," I asked quietly.

"Did it work?" Gar replied after a small pause.

I let out a small laugh at the idea. The image of him trying to warm me up like the ice hadn't intertwined itself with my DNA was funny. It was... adorable.

I felt the frost on my face melting away as we stood there. Gar kept my hands in his. I felt myself returning to normal before I looked up from our hands to look at his face. He grinned at me.

I grinned back.

"How are you feeling," he asked. I didn't respond. I was distracted. He was distracting. "We can go back to the house if you want. I don't want you to be uncomfortable. We can go play video games in my room and try this again some other time. Or not at all if that's what you-"

"Gar," I stopped him.

"Yeah?"

I leaned in and awkwardly pressed my lips to his. It was light. A kiss that was barely there.

I leaned back quickly, watching his expression for any hint of what he was thinking.

A smile slowly broke out on his face. I smiled back.

He leaned in and kissed me again. It lasted a little longer this time.

That one kiss had done more to comfort me than most people in my life had cared to try. I was still scared. Hell, I was terrified.

But having Gar there made it feel easier to deal with. Like I had to power to deal with it all.

He had become my safe space.

My person.

hate to be lame

Hate to admit but it might be true Hate to admit but I think you knew Hate to be lame but I might love you

There was this strange period in Gar and I's relationship.

I had distinct memories of these awkward moments.

I had figured out that I loved him. A lot. But saying that was too scary. Too real.

I didn't want to scare him away. I finally had someone that made me feel completely, entirely safe. I had no desire to potentially fuck that up.

And then... he was given the chance to leave.

Rachel stumbled into our lives, quickly followed by Dick Grayson and Kory Anders. The three were leaving almost as fast as they showed up.

I couldn't say that I was entirely shocked when Cliff told Gar to go with them.

He was easily the most normal of us. He had a real chance at a real life. Something beyond the doll house.

I took a deep breath and let him kiss me goodbye. I felt Rita touch my arm as we watched them start to climb into the car.

Gar stopped, just staring at me.

I forced a smile and waved

I loved him. I had to be willing to let him be happy. Even if that meant that he was going to leave me.

He put the bag that Rita gave him down before running back over. The other three tried to get his attention, but he ignored them.

"Come with me," he said, grabbing my hands. I stammered for a moment, ready to come up with some argument. "Please, please."

"Gar," I replied. "You... You have a chance at something other than this. I... I am meant to be here. I'm supposed to be hidden. I'm not going to hold you back from that opportunity."

"I don't want it if you're not going with me."

I shook my head. I tried to pull my hands away when I felt the frost forming over my skin. Gar held my hands tighter.

"(Y/n)... I... I love you."

It felt like everyone froze for a moment. And not because of me.

"Really," I asked.

He smiled and nodded. His hands moved to cup the sides of my face.

My skin was thawing out as he did. It was like he was swiping away the frost that had formed on my face.

"I love you too," I mumbled, almost distracted by the soft look on his face.

"Then, come with me," he urged.

I paused for a moment, my mind going a thousand miles per hour. He tried to speak up again, but I stopped him by leaning in and pressing my lips to his.

It only lasted a few moments before I leaned back again.

"Okay," I whispered.

Gar's eyes went wide. "Really?"

I nodded. "I'll go with you."

I heard cheering behind me as I hugged Gar and hid my face in his shoulder.

"Okay, okay, come on," he pulled on my arm.

"I don't have anything, Gar."

"Good point," he turned to the car. The other three were standing next to it, waiting. "Give them a minute? Really quick, I promise!"

"Go," Rachel spoke up before the other two had a chance, waving for us to go inside.

Gar dragged me back inside and up to my room.

I was frantically putting a backpack of essentials together when I saw Gar just watching me.

"What," I asked as I closed the main pocket.

"I'm just... I'm really happy," he explained.

I pulled my bag over my shoulders before walking over and kissing his cheek. "So am I."

"I love you," he muttered, looking almost relieved that can say that now.

"I love you too," I replied. I sighed. "How much time did I waste avoiding saying that to you?"

"Doesn't matter," he shook his head. "We can say it whenever we want now."

I bit my lip and nodded. He was right.

"Come on," he grabbed my hand and started excitedly pulling me back outside.

I frantically yelled goodbyes and waved at the other members of the Caulder house.

"I love you guys," I shouted before ducking into the backseat of the car with Gar and Rachel.

"Love you too," I heard Larry above everyone else just before the door shut.

I was getting out. Truly getting out. Not just for a few hours or for a night, but properly.

And I was doing it with Gar... which was easily the best part of finally running away.

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idmakeitbehave · 4 months

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Something Wonderful and Strange {S.R.} - a Playlist

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Jackie and Wilson ~ Hozier

No other version of me I would rather be tonight; and, Lord, she found me just in time

Heavy ~ Birdtalker

And did you lose that love? Or have you never had it? Are you feeling sad 'cause you did a bad thing?

Vincent ~ Don McLean

Starry, starry night, paint your palette blue and gray; look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul

Honeybee ~ The Head And The Heart

Look around, we made a garden of the love we found

To Noise Making (Sing) ~ Hozier

You put your emptiness to melody, your awful heart to song

The Louvre ~ Lorde

But we're the greatest, they'll hang us in the Louvre; down the back, but who cares—still the Louvre

Like Real People Do ~ Hozier

What did you bury before those hands pulled me from the earth?

Burning ~ Maggie Rogers

And you said, "Let me help you wake you up. Let me help you break you up. Let me help you open up."

Angels ~ The xx

You move through the room like breathing was easy; if someone believed me, they would be as in love with you as I am

No Reason ~ Toth

And I wanna love, I wanna be touched, but softly at first

Love You For A Long Time ~ Maggie Rogers

I saw your face and I knew it was a sign; and I still think about that moment all of the time

Happy Accidents ~ Saint Motel

Ever think what if we never met? You love me, but you don't know it yet

Somewhere Only We Know ~ Keane

Is this the place we used to love? Is this the place that I've been dreaming of?

Meet Me Here ~ Amy Stroup

Find some space between your fears and doubt; it's a give and take, don't let it get you down

Someone I Know ~ Margo Guryan

Then I saw someone who happened to remind me of bein' in love a long time ago

Something Tells Me ~ BAILEN

Something tells me I could fall in love with you

Bloom ~ The Paper Kites

You fill my lungs with sweetness, and you fill my head with you

You’ve Got Me ~ The Greeting Committee

You got a hold on me; built my life around sound to keep you dancing

Slow Dancing ~ Aly & AJ

The battle outside is blazing, and all I’m thinking about is you

Nightminds ~ Missy Higgins

But I will learn to breathe this ugliness you see, so we can both be there and we can both share the dark

An Art Gallery Could Never Be As Unique As You ~ mrld

'Cause I wanna look at you when we are apart; 'cause you're not just a human being, you are art

Dust to Dust ~ The Civil Wars

Let me in the walls you've built around; we can light a match and burn them down

Apple Pie ~ Lizzy McAlpine

I found you under an April sky, and you feel like city life, apple pie baked just right; home is wherever you are tonight

First Light ~ Hozier

But after this I'm never gonna be the same, and I am never going back again

#spencer reid x reader #swas #this has been in my drafts for literal years lol

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mermaidsirennikita · 10 months

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also now that rwarb was such a successful adaptation, which queer romances would you like to see them tackle next?

Weeeeelll if there were zero budgetary and casting restrictions in place, if I could just wave a magic wand and make great adaptations--

Heated Rivalry by Rachel Reid--SEEMS like one of the easiest options, comes built in with a sequel, and it's like. Along the same lines as RWARB, while being.... a lot more sexual and a good bit angstier because the stakes are arguably HIGHER (mostly I'm thinking of Ilya being a world-famous Russian athlete who's also like. Bi.). I feel like it's funny and swooningly romantic in a manner similar to RWARB, but it's the next level up in a sense re: maturity. I also think, again, they could actually do this... albeit with a lot of obstacles re: both sexual content and like, casting dudes who could be fake hockey players lol. And one of them has to either be Russian or miraculously do a bang-up Russian accent. Both of these things are challenges.

The Queer Principles of Kit Webb by Cat Sebastian--would be SUCH a good mini? A historical romcom with the soft bisexual former highwayman and the flashiest motherfucker who's ever walked into the tavern or whatever like "HELP ME ROB MY DAD... and I will consider letting you look at my ankles". And then he SWORDFIGHTS LMAO? Perfect perfect perfect. then you could have the Marian book as a sequel.

Something Fabulous/Something Spectacular by Alexis Hall--you begin with a mini on the ultimate m/m romcom roadtrip romance, then you transition to the equally funny but also deeply emotionally stirring book about two nonbinary characters falling in love? and one of them is BASICALLY a rockstar?

A Long Time Dead by Samara Breger--the sapphic Interview with the Vampire, incredibly good and wry and dark and funny and ROMANTIC

A Lady for a Duke by Alexis Hall--would be an amazing sweeping four part period drama; I just love the premise so much, with the heroine transitioning by faking her death at Waterloo and her best friend never emotionally getting over it and then meeting her again after her transition and not recognizing her until he realizes she has THE SAME FRECKLES??? JESUS. A full-stop ROMANCE romance.

The Secret Lives of Country Gentlemen by KJ Charles--JOSS DOOMSDAY and his gay exploits in the marsh! Blackmailing his old hookup to continue his smuggling operation and then following that old hookup home and going "so like... you down to fuck or....?"

This is completely impossible but I'm gonna pie in the sky and say Tiffany Reisz's Original Sinners would make the most demented borderline-impossible explicit TV series ever. Imagine the ongoing antics of a bisexual dominatrix, her ex-boyfriend except actually not except the love of her life who is a Catholic priest that gets sexual pleasure out of inflicting pain, a totally straight man (according to himself) who has nonetheless been in a 20+year off/on thing with a bisexual French guy who runs the kink underworld of New York City or something. And they all fuck together sometimes. Like at Christmas. Complete with a snowball moment! Because Christmas!

New Camelot Trilogy--will never happen, but in my wiiiiiiildest dreeeeeeams this would be like, a 10-episode miniseries (or more??? Like a full outlander-style 13 episode series..... or a three season deal with 8 episodes per season...). It's just one of my favorite romance series of all time, it does such a good job of melting from the simple love triangle to this complex menage a trois of possessive wounded messy people? And somehow two of them are the president and the vice president lmao??? Of course, in the same sense... I'd love a Thornchapel miniseries. Like, you'd get a m/m/f throuple, a f/f couple, and this one bi priest guy they all fuck with at points? But nobody wants me to have the Gothic polyamorous friend group romance I want.

#romance novel blogging #once i started listing i just went 'actually all my favorite queer romances deserve adaptations'#original sinners is ... debatable on the romance thing. it's definitely a LOVE STORY lol

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nightmyst14-blog · 8 months

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The Lost Legendary Pt 1

Part one to the October/ Halloween Arc. I'm probably gonna keep this going for the whole month of October. Hope you enjoy!!

Setting: A Class sleepover was being held at the Natural History Museum, hosted by Eclair along with the help of Tea Knight. The old knight was telling an old scary story to the kids.

Tea Knight: *speaks* The fight led on, crumpled bodies of cookies littered the battlefield, drained of jam. The sorcerer looked ahead, facing what caused such a massacre.

In the middle of the field, a large great beast stood over them as it drained another cookie. Its body stretched up to the sky, its fur as dark as the coldest night. Its fangs as big as longswords gleamed in the darkness, snarling at the sorcerer. Its many eyes glared at them, hissing.

Sorcerer: *summons a magic spell* *Back into the dark depths you go, Beast!!”

Tea Knight: *speaks* The large dark furred monster let out a piercing screech, as chains were wrapped around its furred body. It goes to fight off its magic, breathing blasts of darkness everywhere. Its wings knocked the trees around them, making the sky a piercing red.

It struggles, howling as it was dragged down, its body twisting and turning onto a cloud of darkness in order to escape, but to no avail. It soon locked into a large coffin, a large lock placed in order to keep the beast inside.

Then-

Straw. Crepe: *interrupts* Borrrringgg!!

Gingerbrave: Hush!!

*Tea Knight looked up his book, seeing the child.*

Tea Knight: *raises an eyebrow* Yes?

Straw. Crepe: That’s a bad story.

Strawberry: *hugging a plushie* I-It is kinda scary…

Walnut: nah!! I heard way more scary stories from my uncle’s partner.

Cream Puff: Y-Yeah! *She says as she sits in her sleeping bag.*

Eclair: *walks in holding a tray of apple cider* Well, its just a story based on a myth.

Tea Knight: *nods* According to myth, the beast that the sorcerer fought was said to be as old as the Sugar Swan, being its sworn enemy to fight against for all eternity. A creature made of the first drops of darkness and the oldest fermented sour grapes. The great Scuppernong beast, it was called.

Gingerbrave: Woah!! That’s gotta be.. Like, a million years!!

Wizard: W-well, based on what we know of the Sugar Swan, it must be older than that.

Cream Puff: *nervous* I-Is it real?

Tea Knight: No dear. I doubt it. No such thing has ever been found. People think that it was probably a made-up tale made to scare children. The Natural History Museum had made it into a exhibit though, even with a replica of the same coffin that contained the beast.

Eclair: *hands out the mugs of cider* Yes, though..

Strawberry: What is it, Mr. Eclair?

Eclair: *scratches his forehead.* Well.. Vampire is not really a fan of that story when I told it.

Wizard: *confused* Vampire Cookie, Papa?

Eclair: *nods* Oui. Well, I once told the story at a fall festival, and he made an outburst, saying that “That’s not what happened!!” or “You got it all wrong!!”

Straw. Crepe: What a weirdo.

Eclair: Well, he is the town drunk… But never mind that. Its almost 11:30. Time for bed.

*the kids whine and groan a bit, not feeling tired at all.*

Walnut: But Mr. Eclair..

Tea Knight: Now now, you heard the museum instructor. Its time for you young ones to sleep.

Eclair: *nods* Yes, I have work to finish with Blueberry Pie and your parents will be coming to pick you up in the morning. I will need you all up by 9:30 then.

*The kids reluctantly agree, soon climbing into their sleeping bags.*

Wizard: Night Papa. *He said, taking off his hat.*

Walnut, Cream Puff, Gingerbrave, Strawberry, and Straw. Crepe: Goodnight, Mr. Eclair!!

Eclair: *smiles* Goodnight young ones. See you all in the morning. *He dims the lights before shutting the door behind him.*

*the kids nestle up in their sleeping bags, looking around the room, reading a book or playing a game. After 20 minutes, Strawberry. Crepe sits up.*

Straw. Crepe: I wanna go check out that exhibit!

Gingerbrave: *sits up* Me too!!

Wizard: *Looks up from his book* But Papa said we need to go to bed.*

Walnut: *giggles* C’mon Wizard!! Have some adventure!!

Cream Puff: well… I guess it wouldn’t hurt to look..

Strawberry: *nervous* W-what if we get caught??

Straw. Crepe: Its just a quick look. What are you scared that the Scuppernong Beast will get you?? *They teased*

Strawberry: *whines* S-stop…

Walnut: Guys, Mister Tea Knight only said it was a myth. It's not like it's an actual creature.

Gingerbrave: C’mon guys!! One quick look.

Wizard: *sighs angrily.* Fine. But after this, we’re going straight to bed!

Walnut: Yay! Let’s go!!

*The group of children head out of the room, going to find the Scuppernong Beast Exhibit.*

#cookie run kingdom #cookie run ovenbreak #cookie run #eclair cookie #tea knight cookie #gingerbrave #strawberry cookie #strawberry crepe cookie #walnut cookie #wizard cookie #cream puff cookie

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rainbowbarnacle · 10 months

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We took a trip to the North Shore!

On Monday Luka and I went to Duluth to go look for agates and visit the rock shop and eat mindblowingly good pie. The drive up was really nice--very long, but we listened to Stephen King's Fairy Tale on the way and it is very good so far--a kid named Charlie is isekai'd to another world where he plans to take this absolute SWEETHEART of an elderly dog to this magic sundial so she can be young and not arthritic anymore. That's all I know so far but it's been really good so far.

The only hitch in the whole trip was when we were looking for a place to look for rocks, and this crazy dog with no leash and no collar goes zooming into the road, and Luka slammed on the brakes, and the person behind us just barely slammed their breaks, and we ended up accidentally clipping the poor dog--there was a big wet splat of water and a bit of hair on the front, but no damage, and the dog just kept running without a thought in its dear little head and disappeared into some forestry that happened before the beach

So we went looking for the poor dog so we could tell its owners that we bumped it, and we never found the dog or its owner, but we thiiiink the dog is probably hopefully okay x_x

And while we were looking for dogs and people, we found out the area we were in was a perfect swimming spot, so we went down to the beach and luka got out his snorkeler and a really nice drunk lady gave us a heart shaped rock Luka found a bunch of really cool stuff! Sea glass and some kind of really lovely piece of terra cotta with a honeycomb pattern on it, and a big laker agate and a bunch of really interesting hunks of things with fascinating crystals and pretty streaks of things running through it--he can tell you much more. I found one that looks like a kitty!

And the lake was just lovely. There was a cute family of loons and people kayaking (including one woman who had her golden retriever sitting on the boat while she rowed) and one guy flew by on a motorized parachute and threw us the horns. 8)

Then we went home and wolfed down food and fell the heck over at the Motel 6, where in the morning we discovered Ellie had tried to make a nest on the floor:

We went to the culinary miracle that is Betty's Pies, where I had pancakes and luka had biscuits and gravy and we had phenomenal pie.

Then we got to go to the ROCK SHOP. :D

The folks running the store were INCREDIBLY nice and helped identify some of what Luka found in the lake the day before. I was fortunate enough to be able to nab some pretties at very reasonable prices (seriously these were like a few bucks each)

If I am remembering the labels correctly, I nabbed: a tiny slab of coral, then a lake superior agate, carnelian, citrine, green jasper, malachite, labradorite, dumortierite, sodalite, petrified wood, crazy lace agate, and amethyst. The neat little platform it's on came from a nearby goodwill and has a bunch of fossilized snails in it? IT WAS A BUCK FIFTY, HOW

But yes it feels nice to have pretties finally. <3 I also nabbed a fossilized clam and an opalized ammonite.

Aaand after that we were gonna visit the Temperance River, but then the sky opened up and munched on roadtrip snacks and listened to more audiobook while the rain pounded down, and when it cleared up we took pictures of the forest.

And Ellie had an awesome time:

The highlight of our trip back was finding this billboard. Luka got off the southbound freeway, back on the northbound freeway, and back onto the southbound freeway, over a span of several miles, just to get this picture:

WORTH IT. 8D

and now I'm hoooome and I've cuddled my kitty and I'm going to be a zombie for a little while

What an awesome time, though. I hadn't been on a roadtrip since we went with @kurloz38 and @misa-chu in June of 2018. @_@ (we gotta get you guys back up here!!) It was indescribably nice to get to swim and splurge on pretty things and enjoy a really good book.

#domestic blifs #north shore #ROAD TRIP

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invisibleraven · 1 year

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Ooh ooh peterpatterlina firsts + stargazing (+sneaking glances if you want)

When Reggie wants to be alone, he almost always heads to the beach right outside his front door. There's a little secluded part that no one seems to know about, a place he can sit and watch the waves roll in with nothing but his thoughts.

Tonight that has failed him, as when he rounds the corner to his spot, he can see the faint glow of a bonfire, hear the tinkling giggles and clinking of beer bottles. Reggie scowls, he hates it when people drink on the beach, he's always finding their empties days later.

Worse yet because now where is he supposed to go?

Home? Yeah right.

Instead he decides to hoof it to the studio. It's late enough no one will be there, he can curl up on the bean bag in the loft, wallow a bit, and head back home before dawn.

Only there's a light shining in the garage when he approaches, and by the soft sounds of guitar, that means Luke is there. Normally Reggie would be gung ho to spend time with Luke, he's one of Reggie's favourite people. But he really just wants to be alone, so he's about to turn around when he sees it.

There's a ladder sitting against the garage, perched against the low roof. Testing it, it seems sold enough, so Reggie scales the rungs until; he's sat on the roof, nothing but sky and a lone sycamore in his view.

He looks up at the inky blackness, and sighs. He can make out a few faint pinpricks of light, but most of the stars have been swallowed by pollution. He can see Polaris though, which is all he really needs.

"Star light, star bright. First star I see tonight..." he says softly.

"Whatcha wishing for?"

Reggie turns his head so fast he swears he hears a crack in his neck let go. There's Luke, peering over the edge of the roof, cheeky smile beaming in the moonlight.

"Maybe for a new heart since you just gave mine an attack," Reggie says, sticking out his tongue.

Luke has the decency to look a tad sheepish as he crawls over, lying down next to Reggie and gazing upwards. "Man you can't see shit out here. Stupid LA."

Reggie grunts in agreement. "I miss the stars. You can see them far and wide in Georgia."

"Well you'll just have to take me there one day now won't you?" Luke jokes.

But Reggie glances at him and bites his lip. Not wanting to betray how much he wants that to happen, to bring Luke home to meet his MeeMaw. To break out Pop-Pop's old banjo and serenade him until the bright sky of constellations.

"What are you two doing up here?"

The both of them sit up, and there's Julie, standing at the edge of the roof, looking a little confused.

"Stargazing," Luke offers. "Wanna join us boss?"

Julie looks at them, then at the sky, shrugs and sits on Reggie's other side. "Pretty poor view," she comments after a moment.

"Reg was just saying how he's gonna take us to Georgia, so we can see a real night sky," Luke says.

"Oh yeah?" Julie replies, knocking her head against Reggie's shoulder. "I'd like that."

And god, so would Reggie. Because in every fantasy he's had of bringing Luke back to MeeMaw, Julie's right there too. Crooning along with him, maybe on her fiddle (she's been learning, and she's actually pretty good), enjoying MeeMaw's peach pie, all their fingers tangled together as they listen to the crickets chirp under the swathe of stars.

That's the real reason Reggie wanted to be alone tonight, because he could no longer deny what his heart wanted but could never have. Not if he wanted to keep his friendships and their band intact. He had just wanted one evening to mourn his heartache and then push the feelings down, drown them until they couldn't resurface.

Kind of hard to do when Julie has her head leaning on his shoulder and Luke is almost plastered to his other side.

"Y-yeah?" he manages to stutter out. "One day, when we're touring the country, maybe we can schedule a stop there." He glances down, and Julie is looking up at him, eyes sparkling more than the dim stars.

"I mean, why wait? We could go the summer honestly," she replies.

"Yeah, right after graduation," Luke pipes up. "Before we start booking gigs, might be a nice vacation. As long as MeeMaw doesn't mind."

"I'm sure she'd love to have you," Reggie says quietly.

He can feel Julie's grin against his shoulder, can spy Luke's out of the corner of his eye, and looks up at the sky once more. Focuses on Polaris. "I wish I may, I wish I might. Have the wish I wish tonight."

He squeezes his eyes closed, wishing silently. Feels two pairs of hands intertwined with his own. The three of them making their own silent wishes, none of them realizing they all are wishing for the same thing.

They stay up there until it gets too cold, finally climbing down and snuggling on the couch in the studio. Don't remark that Julie could go back to her nice warm bed, that either of the boys could go home to theirs. Instead they throw a blanket over themselves and cuddle, talking until their mouths are dry and the sun is peeking over the horizon as they succumb to slumber.

Later, when they finally get over themselves and get together... they admit that night was just about as perfect a first date as they could hope for.

And that summer when the Georgia night calls? They sit out in MeeMaw's yard, gazing upwards, making another wish, to always stay together, happy and in love.

They have no way of knowing it yet, but their wish will definitely come true. For now, they're happy enough to kiss under the stars, thankful for that first wish that brought them all together.

#filled prompts #ficlet #rukebox #peterpatterlina #julie and the phantoms

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lorata · 2 years

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Petra & Emory - grief

I have absolutely no memory of writing this AND I EVEN wrote little notes to help me finish it but I don't even remember ("finding the book" - what book????) so I don't think it's ever gonna happen

for @amusedmuralist, have some Petra thinking about Emory

warnings: fresh grief, I think originally I was going to take Petra all the way through to healing but I don't remember how I was going to get here there. my notes say it ends with "making the pie" so ........... ?

Petra pokes the potted soil with one finger. It gives a little beneath the pressure, cool and crumbly, not quite damp. Bits come away on her fingertip when she pulls back. She looks at it dubiously. She pinches a long, pointed leaf between her fingers, testing, trying to remember what it looked like years ago. It’s not plump and fat like the healthy plant Emory showed her back then, but it’s not thin and brittle like the first day she opened the door to the house either. Back then the ends were brown and pinched, nearly folded in half, and Petra had clipped off the dead bits and changed the soil and dripped in water, terrified of drowning it. She’d broken off a piece below the dead ends to see a trickle of the thick, clear slime that’s supposed to cure anything from mosquito bites to sunburn to minor knife wounds.

“You’re not going to die,” Petra tells the plant. “You’re not allowed.”

She can’t remember its name. She does remember walking into the kitchen, her boots tracking footprints in the grime on a floor that was never allowed to see so much as a speck of dust, and facing the curled, crumbled carnage of the dried-up herb garden on the windowsill. The soil had long dried out, the leaves little more than dust under Petra’s fingers when she touched them. She’d lifted one by its base and the entire plant came loose from the pot, its roots a shallow husk. She tried soaking them in water to see if anything took but they were gone now: the basil, the thyme, the chervil with its sweet scent and saw-toothed leaves, the long-fingered rosemary that Petra had dumped, without chopping, into a pot of soup the first time she’d helped with cooking because how should she know? — all the delicate little baby herbs that had been so carefully tended and nurtured that waited for the broad, scarred hands to return and water them, check their leaves for bugs, drain the soil, had eventually given up.

But one hadn’t. Petra almost didn’t believe it when she saw it, had cradled the terracotta pot in both hands and clutched it to her chest, breaths coming a little harsher as she checked the tall, spiky plant. And so she brought it home, found a sunny windowsill and set it up, and now she checks it daily with adherence to ritual that’s probably a little unhealthy, but who cares.

People aren’t reborn in plants. That’s ridiculous. But Emory (she can say it — Emory) loved those plants, and now she’s gone, and if Petra can save one, even one, and make it useful, then maybe the awful, hollow feeling that filled her when she walked into Emory’s empty house will finally lift.

(The looters didn’t touch the house. All those jars, all the preserves, the jams, the sauces, the cupboards stocked with homemade goods, nobody took a thing. The dust on the floors and counters was unbroken until Petra crossed the threshold. Petra never believed in magic or beauty or goodness, but if she did, she thinks it might look a little like a tall, unassuming woman with a warrior’s physique who spent her days taking care of other people.)

She didn’t expect to feel so empty.

Petra’s rage is a firestorm, her resentment a hurricane. Her defiant scream in the face of death shocked millions of viewers and stunned the commentators into silence for a full minute afterward. She has howled and flung her feelings at the moon like a feral creature since the day she first drew breath. If anyone’s grief should tear apart the sky, it should be the girl who snarled before she ever thought to smile.

And yet.

She sits in Emory’s kitchen and stares at the dead plants in their tiny planters, the cooking pots and pans lined up in neat rows gathering dust. She lets herself in to Odin’s conservatory, scuffs away the broken glass with the toe of her boot, and sits on the floor below the trailing roses, their dropped leaves crunching underneath her.

“Emory’s dead,” she says in the kitchen.

“Odin’s dead,” she says in the greenhouse.

“They’re never coming back.”

No one answers. The wind whistles outside. A bird flutters by the window, a dark shape with inquisitive eyes. She stares up at the ceiling, unblinking, and pushes, trying to find the hidden well inside her. Petra has never had trouble with tears. In Residential the trainers had to help her stop crying every time her feelings got too strong: a tribute who burst into furious sobs because she got too angry might make for amusing television, but she’d never take the crown home for District 2.

(“I’m not crying because I’m sad,” Petra shouted at Selene once, around age ten or so, her face flaming scarlet, fists flying. “I just hate you so much and it has to go somewhere!” The trainers soon pulled them apart for brawling in the middle of dodgeball.)

She did cry once before, she remembers. Her hip aching from walking all the way to the Presidential mansion and back across the wartorn streets. Brutus hauling her up into his arms, his stubble scratching against her cheek. The smell of sweat and blood on their unwashed clothes stinging her nostrils. Exhaustion pressing behind her eyelids. The sheer relief that had unlocked something inside her and let the tears release. But they’d been tears for herself, curled up for days and wondering when Brutus would notice her, feeling useless and broken and alone, wishing the explosion had driven her skull into her brain and left Emory standing instead. She hadn’t cried for them.

She still hasn’t. She tries until she feels stupid and powerless and angry, then gives up and heads home.

“I saw them die,” she says, accusing and frustrated all at once. “I was there. Odin bled out in my lap. We all watched Emory go. I close my eyes and I can see everything. It’s not like I’m having trouble processing because the last time I saw them they were alive and my brain can’t put the two together. I have trouble remembering what Odin looks like without a giant gunshot wound leaking out onto the floor. So how come? Why is this happening to me?”

“Uh.” Claudius runs a hand over his hair. “Is there anyone else you can talk to about this? Like. Literally anyone.”

“No,” Petra snaps. “Everyone else lost someone. It would be insensitive. You only care about Lyme so you’re the only one who’s safe.”

“I care about more than — you know what, fine, whatever.” Claudius sighs. “You know that feeling nothing is a legitimate form of grief, right? Sometimes everything is too much to handle so you just —” he mimes a flatline gesture with one hand. “It’ll come, eventually.”

Petra’s lip curls. “And you’re the expert because…”

“You asked me —”

He’s right, she did, and they might not be friends but it’s not Claudius’ fault that Petra is a nightmare. At least she felt something other than rainy-day greyness for a second, even if it’s not what she wanted to feel. She exhales hard through her nose. “So, what, I’ll just wake up and — feel something, one day, out of nowhere?”

“It’s more like … the thing that makes the feelings come won’t be the thing you think it is,” Claudius says. “So if you’re going to their houses trying to trigger yourself on purpose it’s probably not going to work. Just be patient.”

#we must be killers: tales from district 2 #my writing #oc: petra #oc: emory

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devourerofcheesecake · 1 year

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June of Doom Day 2 -

“Get In”, | Sobbing | Survivor's Guilt |

Our Own Lil Bubble - Chapter One

Tw. Implied Apocalypse, Implied Radiation, Slight mention of eye gore, no escape for whumpee

Cutie stood at edge of the fence staring into the field. It was all hopeless. They couldn’t even spare a tear. They just felt empty.

Their limbs were cold. Their eyes focused on nothing. Cutie didn’t even know if they were standing up or splayed on the ground.

It’s not like it mattered.

“Ohhh there ya are!!” came from behind them.

Cutie jolted. Even now that they knew the truth of the situation, that they couldn’t truly run away, Cutie was still scared of returning. Turning back towards the house, Cutie saw Serena walkover in a flannel blanket with two mugs in hand. The pitter patter of sandals finally reached the dirty bare feet of the captive.

“Cmon my Cutielini, I ain’t gonna punish ya fer being curious,” Serena sighed while handing them a mug of hot chocolate.

Relieved, they took the mug and nodded in gratitude. But they still couldn’t tear their eyes off the sunset.

“I’m stuck here,” they whispered desolately.

Exasperated, the woman huffed out her nose and stared out into the field.

“I mean yea. Yer stuck here for sure. But it’s certainly better than being out there.”

The two stood along the fence that was blanketed around with fields of straw colored hay. They sipped their drinks as the sun washed over the horizon. The last flickerings of light crested the hill, creating a beautiful watercolor of sky. Fluffy pink clouds harkened the end of the day, and the coming of darkness.

Breathing in, Cutie braced themselves. Looking over, Serena noticed their discomfort and pulled them into the blanket with her. Into the woman’s chest,

“What… happened.”

“…Well I’m guessing you saw the barrier correct?”

“Yes.”

“And ya know how I didn’t let ya turn on the radio for the longest time, and when I did it was…. static?”

They nodded.

Serena gestured with her shoulders, her left hand splaying towards the setting sun.

“That’s why.”

Before them, the sun had just set. Behind them, light crested the hill. If you only knew a little bit about how time worked, you would know that was simply impossible. The sun can’t rise twice a day, and yet it did. It was a never ending day, and the sun always shone no matter the time.

That’s how Cutie knew there was a dome around the field.

“So. It was the war?”

“Yup. Everybody… blew eachother up.”

“…Everyone?” Cutie asked in solemn horror.

Serena nodded, “We’re the only survivors to my knowledge. Besides the city in this bubble here, of course. And considering that I run this whole thing and saved them from assured death…”

She stared at the small figure next to her.

“….They won't help ya. Yer stuck with me.”

They hopelessly looked into her eyes, and knew everything she said to be true. They had after all walked miles and miles to the edge. They had been met with the barbed wires. They had gone forward and saw where the screen met the window to the real world.

And they had seen the black billowing smoke. The trees on fire. The… ‘person’ banging on the window. It’s mangled face. The melted eyes. The punching of the hands.

The screams.

Where they had tried to get out, the thing had been trying to get in.

“I ain’t gonna pretend what you saw didn’t scare ya. I don’t know what ya saw and I don’t want to. Just know that no matter what happens,” her hands snaked their way onto Cuties shoulders.

“…That I’ll protect you.”

Cutie sobbed. They had survived where the world had not, and they relied on this one woman. They had no autonomy. They had no freedom. They only had this cursed house and the bubble around them.

And that was somehow better than being outside.

“C’mon hun, you had a long day. Let’s get ya a warm bed.”

She led the sobbing person towards the house, the smell of apple pie in the oven and dim lights decorating every nook and cranny of the house.

Serena held cutie so they wouldn’t stumble and fall.

“Cmon... let’s get in.”

Event: @juneofdoom

Taglist: @dismemberment-on-a-tuesday-night

#whump #june of doom #tw implied kidnapping #tw implied apocalypse #tw apocalypse #Serena is terrified of the dark but instead of having a cool light show like I do she decided to have a never ending day she is literally op #Cutie is dealing with the survivors guilt of living while the world dies and the whole entire time Serena just wants to drink her hot choc #Serena is actually pushing Cutie in because she realized she left the pie in to oven and she wants that fucking apple pie god damn it #athena screams into the void #Cutie having a crisis: Serena: ily and I will comfort you but I need my pie first

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