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t-h-i-n-g · 2 years

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jacob black x reader fluff ?? i need to be saved from this drought ..

Wet Clothes

(gif not mine credits to owner (the chokehold this gif has on me is just... AHHHHHHIENFKSNZK))

a/n: fr though there's not enough content for him SO TY FOR REQUESTING

word count: 1.2k

summary: getting soaked in the rain wasn't really what you thought would happen when waiting for jacob.

warnings: storms, uhhh if reader getting kinda walked in on when changing is one then that?? Jacobs kinda ooc but not rlly. Always trust the elbows. always

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The wind continued to pick up the longer you waited outside on the porch. The pages of your book flapped and resistant against the breeze. Instead of retreating into the safe space of Jacobs home you persisted to suffer through the relentless air current.

Sunny sky slowly withered away as the clouds rolled in. You grumbled to yourself when the sun's rays were blocked from your use. Staring up into the sky you watched as the gray passed overhead.

Billy had at first joined you out on the deck but retreated when the first signs of a storm showed. And with the talk earlier of it being a heavier one he wanted to make sure dinner was made before the chance of the power cutting off.

Yeah, you all had learned that mistake back when you and Jacob were just kids and had to eat cold beans for a meal.

The kitchen window was open and you could smell the delicious aroma from your spot, curled up on a cushioned chair. You took a moment to embrace it before a harsh breeze blew into your face. Causing it to scrunch up as well as your book flying out of your grasp. Resulting in losing your page.

Sighing you stood to retrieve the fallen item and settling into your seat once more. Jacob would be back from his patrol soon. You could sit out the wait…

Well you thought you could until a raindrop fell onto the black ink filled page. Followed by another… then another, until it was close to pouring.

Rushing inside you were now practically soaked. You may have also taken damage in the process of entering (you sliped and scraped your knee, trying to protect your book from following your fate) but at least the real precious cargo was fine.

You stood disheaved in the door way as Billy rolled around the corner. He tried to suppress his laughter at the sight. Going back behind the wall, he grabbed a towel and tossed it to you.

"I told you there was a storm coming," Billy stated, watching as you patted yourself down.

"Yeah, I just thought maybe your achy elbows wouldnt be right this time." Billy shook his head disapprovingly.

"Always trust my elbows." He steered himself to go back into the kitchen. "Laundry has just been done, so if you want to change into some of Jake's clean stuff go right ahead. I'm sure he won't mind." Billy called from around the corner. You thanked him before rushing to Jacob's room where you tossed your book onto his bed and began fishing throughout the laundry basket.

Pushing through the mound of clothes you looked for something that would suit you. There must be something of yours you left behind at some point, not?

Sighing in defeat you got up and went to the dresser. Pulling open the drawer and peeking inside.

So that's where your favorite T-shirt went…

And that blue hoodie…

Was that your underwear?

Your pants that had Taylor Swift on the back of them were also tucked away neatly…

And your bunny socks… as well as a handful of other things.

Why the hell is all of this stuff here? When did you even leave it? The more you thought the more the realization of the fact Jacobs own oversized sweatshirts of his own began to grow in your closet recently every visit you made here.

Taking out the T-Swift pants and a shirt you set them aside momentarily. Discarding the current wet attire, you tossed the outfit into a laundry bin. Just as you pulled your clean shirt over your head the door opened.

"Holy shit-" just as the door was wide enough to step through, it closed as soon as it opened. You stood for a moment confused. Then you stepped up to the wood and peaked it open a crack. From there shown the sight of Jacob himself. His back facing the door.

"Do you not know how to knock?" You teased. He looked over his shoulder, noting that you were indeed fully clothed and turned to face you.

"It's my own room. I don't usually have to knock to go in," he shrugged. You let out a snort, your eyes fully taking in his figure. Jake was soaked. Water droplets dribbled onto the floorboards beneath him from his clothing.

"How was it?" You questioned, pulling the door fully open and stepping inside. He shrugged in response, eyeing the item that were previously set on his bed.

"Nothing much out there. Thought I could beat the storm, but…" he looked down at himself and you did the same. Both of you grew into a fit of giggles.

"I did too, I just changed. As you noticed." Jacob shook his head, laughing. Causing droplets to fly in every direction. You held up your hands to defend yourself. "Stop, you really are a dog. My god."

"What'd you just call me?" he asked. His eyes were wide as he fawned an offended expression, but the side of his mouth upturned lightly proving he felt otherwise.

"Nothing, I said nothing."

He grumbled, stepping closer.

"Oh, yeah, sure," he joked, coming toe to toe with you. A hand came up to your mouth to hide your laughter.

"Sorry, it just slipped out."

Jacob rolled his eyes playfully, stepping aside to go through the clean laundry basket while you sat on his bed. He took out a towel and a pair of clothes. His eyes caught sight of his dresser. One of the drawers opened. Not how he left. Looking back at you, he took in your outfit. A smile growing on his features.

"I see you've found my stash." Your face scrunched up.

"I wouldn't call it that."

"Well what is it then? Just an ass load of your clothes, hiding away in my room. It sounds like a stash."

"Well it's not like you were hiding them. A stash if like cocaine.It sounds weird when you call it a that," you murmured.

"You're weird," Jacob mumbled back.

"What was that?"

"Nothing," he stated, tossing a random piece of cloth at you. You threw it back, smacking him in the face. "You are literally so mean to me, Y/n." You scoffed.

"You threw it first."

"I don't know what your talking about."

"We need to stop with this ' I don't know' game."

"I don't know what you're talking about," he repeated before another shirt flew your way. Followed by a body falling onto you.

"Get off of me," you practically squealed, shoving at his shoulder.

"I've been hard at work for hours and here I come home to you treating me like some verbal and physical punching bag."

"Jake, you're still wet. I just changed. You'll get your blanket dirth. Move-"

"All I wanted was to finish my shift and maybe receive some love and affection, but no. I get kicked out of my room-"

"You were not kicked out."

"Get called a dog."

" I told you it just slipped out-"

"And get made fun of for my wording."

"It's not my fault you're bad at talking," you grumbled, settling into your fate as the body mass on top of you didn't move an inch. Jacob hummed in content, tucking his chin onto the crook of your neck. The feeling of the water from him soaking into your clothes was uncomfortable. Once again your face scrunched up from the sensation.

"Seriously, you need to get up. I don't want to change again."

"You're gonna have to anyways," his voice was muffled by the material of your shirt. "It's not like it's going to dry instantly, dummy."

"You're a dummy."

"There you go again. Being mean "

"You started it-" your words were cut short as the light throughout the room disappeared. The sound of wind howling, taking up it's space.

"I told you my elbows!" Billy's voice called from the other side of the house.

#twilight x reader #jacob black x you #jacob black x reader #jacob black x y/n #jacob black x female reader #jacob black x yn

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howifeltabouthim · 6 months

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Saltburn: Bonkers, Balls-to-the-Wall Brilliance

It would be no exaggeration to say that Saltburn is the craziest film of the year. I've never seen anything quite like it; it's distinctive in the best possible way, even while being rich with references to other iconic works. Emerald Fennell's sophomore feature is an exploration of class differences and a comedy of wickedly bad manners. It also morphs into a surprising, devilish thriller. It's the kind of film where you can’t look away, even when (perhaps especially when) you can’t believe what you’re seeing onscreen.

Saltburn begins with Oliver Quick newly arrived at Oxford. He's a fish out of water on campus as a scholarship student. He comes from the wrong background, he doesn't wear the right clothes, and he doesn't possess the right affect to fit in with the posh students that surround him. When he does a kind turn for Felix Catton, the popular student he's admired from afar, things start looking up and he's ushered into a world of partying and camaraderie. That summer, Felix invites Oliver back to his family estate, Saltburn, and things escalate amid decadence, debauchery, and class tensions.

Saltburn is a lush cinematic experience, composed of fresh, original, shocking images. So many shots feel like discrete works of art, the kind that wouldn't seem out of place in a gilt frame on some illustrious wall, reminiscent of the artistry of Kubrick's Barry Lyndon. At the same time, they all meld together to comprise a masterpiece. The startlingly potent sensuality practically drips from the screen, catching one up in a fever dream of desire and deviancy.

Barry Keoghan plays Oliver, and really proves himself as a leading man. I’ve been following Keoghan’s career with intense interest since his one-two punch of Dunkirk and The Killing of a Sacred Deer in 2017. And boy, is he realizing his potential. He blew me away with his heartrending performance in last year’s The Banshees of Inisherin. He excels at the humorous and the harrowing, sometimes in the same scene. He’s the kind of actor who can genuinely make you laugh and break your heart. He goes all in. You feel his pain, and I know I find myself rooting for his characters even when I probably shouldn’t.

My favorite kind of performance is an unhinged performance, and Keoghan delivers an all-timer in that category. His Oliver is comparable to Mia Goth’s turn in last year’s Pearl, for sheer emotional and eccentric abandon. The extreme emotion and behavior Keoghan exhibits as Oliver is thrilling to watch. Saltburn is such a great star vehicle star for this highly unique, unusual performer who has really been given his time to shine. He commands attention and the camera captures him perfectly here: his intensity and subtlety and those arresting blue eyes. Keoghan is a truly fearless performer. If there's any justice, he'll be nominated for an Oscar for this incredible performance.

This is a great ensemble cast, which includes Jacob Elordi as Felix and Alison Oliver as Venetia, Felix's sister. Carey Mulligan provides a disarmingly sweet and funny turn in a small role. Paul Rhys is chilling as Saltburn's imperious butler. Archie Madekwe is deliciously vicious as Felix's snobby cousin, Farleigh. Richard E. Grant is on point and hilarious as the Catton patriarch. Besides Keoghan, I felt Rosamund Pike was the standout and that this was her best role to date. The part of Elspeth Catton, lady of the manor, seemed tailor-made for her. Saltburn definitely deserves to be nominated for a SAG for Outstanding Performance by a Cast in a Motion Picture. The actors all play off each other beautifully.

I’m in awe of writer/director Emerald Fennell’s artistry and uncompromising vision. I love how she lets scenes go on uncomfortably long sometimes (like in the infamous climax of Promising Young Woman) to get her point across. She’s not hemmed in by conventions of how long a disquieting scene “should” go on. She doesn’t compromise for anyone or adhere to conventional tastes.

Saltburn is told through a great framing device of Oliver recounting the events of his pivotal year at Oxford and Saltburn to an unknown listener. It keeps you guessing as to who he's relaying this tale to. There are echoes of Wuthering Heights, Brideshead Revisited, The Go-Between, and Call Me by Your Name. In other words, timeless stories that will always resonate in the culture for good reason: they’re primal and get to the heart of the human experience. Yet Fennell's narrative veers in wholly unexpected directions. To watch her pull off the trick of this narrative is a privilege indeed.

Saltburn is a sterling example of bold, unapologetic filmmaking. Emerald Fennell is a cinematic visionary and a canny provocateur. And in case all this rhapsodizing wasn't enough, just know that this movie is HOT. It's fierce and feral and it demands to be seen. Viewers are in for a sick and sexy thrill ride. It's disturbing, deliciously demented, devious, nasty, and wonderfully messed up. Please go see it in theaters: let’s help wild, invigorating, conversation-starting cinema continue to get made and theatrically released.

#saltburn #barry keoghan #movie review #emerald fennell #jacob elordi #rosamund pike #alison oliver #archie madekwe #richard e. grant #recommendation #film #movie #oscars #oscar buzz #review #writing #my writing #recommended

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direwombat · 7 months

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once again i am bringing you some werewolf au, first a bit of syb just trying so hard to do her job, and another snippet from jacob's pov of him continuing to be a violent and possessive creep <3 (also just for context, at the start of the first snippet, they're talking about renovations being done to st francis.

“Quite the project you’ve got goin’ here,” she remarks. “How long’ve’ya been workin’ on the place?”

“Couple months,” he answers, but doesn’t offer anything further.

Jesus, this is gonna be like pullin’ teeth, ain’t it? So, she tries again. “Y’all’ve worked fast,” she hums, pointedly admiring the work done and emphasizing her awe -- give his ego a little stroke. “Good craftsmanship too, by the look of it. Think you’ll finish it all before winter?”

He tilts his chin up, puffing his chest out -- preening ever so slightly at her words. Yeah, that’s what I thought, she thinks.

“That’s the goal,” he nods.

But, once again, he doesn’t volunteer any more information. So, she presses once more. “What’re ya gonna do with it once it’s done?”

He pulls to an abrupt stop outside a set of french doors and gives her a stern look and folds his arms over his chest. “Is this pertinent to your investigation, Deputy?”

She blinks, taken a bit back. “Well, no --”

“Then I’m not obligated to answer that.” He grasps the door’s handle, pushes it open, and steps inside.

Sybille narrows her eyes, focusing on the point on his back where his shoulder blades meet. “You realize that makes you sound suspicious,” she says evenly, and she follows him into a large office. The walls are covered in renovation plans -- blueprints, schematics, and various paint swatches cover every last inch. Even more documents and plans lay scattered across the desk, and tucked away in the corner is a small cot. The bed has been made, the corners of the worn green blanket are tucked neatly at the corners. Army regulation.

Wonder if he slept here last night?

“And you realize you can’t do a damn thing about it,” he says shortly. “Private property is private property, Deputy. What we do here is our business.” He strides over to the desk and fishes a ring of keys out from one of the top drawers. “Now, if you have any questions that are actually relevant to your investigation, I’d be happy to answer them. You and I both have more important things to do than engage in chit-chat.”Giving the bulk of the keys a little flip around where his finger is hooked through the ring, he walks back over to her and gestures to the door. “After you.”

Were she a smaller or less hardened woman, she might have been cowed by how he towers over her. There are some people who intimidate as easily as they breathe, and it’s become clear to her that Jacob Seed is just That Kind of man. Even his “after you,” a phrase and gesture that’s so becoming of a Southern Gentleman from Georgia, hides within it a direct order. A command she is expected to obey, lest she break the social parlance.

It’s not a fight worth having, so she nods and shuffles out of the office. The door clicks shut behind the two of them, and they begin walking back towards the courtyard.

“So,” she tries again, once again falling in step beside him, “how late were you here last night?”

“All night,” he grunts.

So, he did sleep here last night. “Anyone else with you?” To confirm your alibi? She doesn’t say.

“No.”

“You hear anything strange last night?”

“No,” he repeats.

She frowns. “What about any wolves howlin’?”

He glances down at her from the corner of his eye and snorts. “This is wolf country, Deputy. I hear wolves around here nightly. It’d be strange if I didn’t hear them howling.”

“How about screamin’? Or gunshots goin’ off?”

“Do you know what a mountain lion sounds like, Deputy?” Jacob asks.

“Pardon?”

“If you don’t know what you’re hearing, the call of a mountain lion sounds a lot like a human scream. Most accounts of people claiming a forest is haunted because they heard shrieking, are just people hearing mountain lions,” he explains dismissively.

“Fascinating,” she answers flatly. “Doesn’t answer my question, though.”

He sighs heavily, as if frustrated that his half-assed question for an answer wasn’t satisfactory to her. “No, Deputy. I didn’t hear any screaming or gunshots last night.”

and a bonus jakey pov of him continuing to be creepy <;e3

As tempted as he is to give the Deputy the run around -- to see just how fast and far she’d run to catch him -- she doesn’t give him the option to. Her cruiser’s front bumper never strays more than a few feet of his own back one, making it explicitly clear that she isn’t just going to let him take off with the beast currently held on the bed of his truck.

Besides, after smelling the shift in her scent when he picked the Feral up and carried it to his truck, he decided that playing nice, at least for the time being, would give him what he wants. The quickening of her pulse and the sweet, albeit suppressed smell of her arousal at his display of strength told him everything he needed to know. She’ll deny it -- loyal women like her always will -- but there’s a part of her that’s drawn to him.

She likes that he’s strong.

Picking up a dead body is nothing, his Wolf salivates. Let her see what we could do to Eli. Show her how strong we really are.

His grip around the steering wheel tightens until his knuckles turn white and he glances at his rear-view mirror. She’s driving with one hand on the wheel while her other arm is draped through her open window, a cigarette dangling from her fingers. Do it, the Wolf urges. We know where he lives. We can end this little problem right now. His fingers move of their own accord and he barely catches himself before subconsciously flipping his signal to turn back north.

No, he barks back. She’s human and has human sensibilities. She wouldn’t react to the normal mating rituals the same way a fellow werewolf would. He needs to be patient. Careful. If he’s going to pursue her, he has to treat it more akin to a hunt, rather than a courtship. He needs to lure her out; get her to trust him so that when she gets injured or frightened she comes running to him rather than Eli -- he needs to prove to her that he can protect and provide for her.

It isn’t enough to force her to be his. He needs her to choose him over Eli. Her submission to him needs to be voluntary. That way, when he finally does destroy the Hunter, he’ll do it in every way conceivable. He’ll break his spirit first, then his body. Maybe he’ll claim her in front of him. Just to see the betrayed look in his eyes when Jacob kills the love he thought he had. Just to make him hear how his dear, sweet Deputy howls like a bitch in heat, begging him to bury his knot inside her cunt and fill her with his pups.

Eli Palmer will die a humiliated and broken man.

His Wolf makes a low, pleased growl and is placated by the thought. Fine. The sheep suit can stay on, for now.

#wip wednesday #jakey's internal monologue is so funny #syb gets a little flustered watching him hoist a large animal over his shoulders like it's nothing #and jakey goes 'oh yeah. she wants me :)'#wip: the horror and the wild #still aiming for a halloween post for ch 1 but that's the optimistic goal #i've got like...four and a half scenes left to write.#which i might be able to accomplish if i hustle #but anyway. wip be upon ye

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bullieving-in-amour · 7 months

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I will never, ever leave you side; I'll stay here through the darkest night.

MIND THE TAGS. CONTENT WARNING AHEAD.

Fandom : Boku No Hero Academia / My Hero Academia Rating : Mature, SFW Pairing : Takami Keigo & Reader Dynamic : Friendship Tags : Suicide Attempt, Gender Neutral Reader, No Pronouns, Reader is rescued by Keigo, Hurt/Comfort, No Dialogue, Dissociation, Borderline Personality Disorder (BPD), Depression, Song Lyrics, It'll be okay

Summary :

You're okay You're alright I'll never, ever leave your side I will stay and I will fight With you

You're okay You're alright I'll stay here through the darkest night All the way, I will fight With you (Rider's Lullaby, Centaurworld, 2021)

Written listening to the cover of "Rider's Lullaby" by Jacob Sutherland.

The city looked minuscule under you.

Soft humming lost in the wind found so high up, where you stood, balanced on the edge of the skyscraper, this tower standing tall next to the others surrounding it. Balanced, as if on a rope, walking along the thin small meant to keep people from falling, arms spread. You'd gotten up on it near a corner, following the path to the opposite end of it, slowly. Slowly, mind a million miles away. Soft humming lulling you.

The building was big, along being tall. As slow as you were going, and with the small pauses you took without thinking, it would be a bit before you reached the end, the tight corner and turn of the security ledge.

Everything felt fuzzy, in an almost peaceful way. The sounds of the city, so far up, soothing. The wind felt nice against you; it was a calm night, and it only felt like brushing against you, like a passing caress. A passing thought. The melody you hummed, one you knew intimately, a song painted on your heart, engraved behind your eyelids with ink, making everything else sound so much more muffled, like listening to your neighbor play a gentle tune from the next room, through relatively better sound-proof walls than paper and thin plaster. Like listening through a little wooden treasure box.

It was like your hands danced along waves of air; soft short fur on flying long dragons and fish, invisible but to the stars, moon and clouds - undulating against your fingers to brush back, to feel the gentle caress of your skin against them.

The corner, end, close now.

One step.

Two

Three...

‘You're okay.’

Gloved hand grazing yours, as you slowly took your fourth step, foot hovering over the air, the illuminated ant city, blurry and muffled.

‘You're alright.’

Holding it tightly, secure, surely never to let go; its paired one, brushing along your side, your back, settling on your hip just as securely. Arm strong, a comforting weight bringing you against a warm body. So very strong, surely never to drop you.

‘I'll never, ever leave your side.’

It had felt so slow, to you; bringing you so gently to him, in the air for what felt an eternity. The wind carried the soft lullaby to you, flying dragons and fish coiling around, bringing him to your little wooden, treasure box. His wings were apart of the neighbor's music, with the city's noise. Maybe you hadn't been able to see like the night sky's inhabitants could, everything so blurry to you. You couldn't see his face, not really; but you could see his love, even from so far away from him in your mind.

‘I will stay, and I will fight,’

He smelled like home. You'd always thought so. His feet landed on the ledge, slowing him down, to bring the both of you onto the safe floor of the roof of the tower. You'd barely registered the movements that got you back there. Ethereal. That was what everything felt like.

His hands tightened, pressing you closer.

‘With you.’

Home. His wings surrounding you both. Muffling everything but his voice, lulling you more than anything could ever. The concrete roof's cold barely seeped through your pants, like wet grass in the morning than ice.

‘You're okay.’

Warm breaths passed his lips onto your skin, his hair tickling as well, the bridge of his nose sliding against yours and the tip nuzzling, his forehead bumping yours; his hand turned yours in its hold, palm and fingers brushing yours.

‘You're alright.’

He pressed his forehead to yours fully while you saw his eyes close tightly through the fog in your vision, breathing out the line out quieter than he had so far; an almost pained murmur enveloping you, mirroring the hand on your hip that moved slowly up the back of your ribs.

‘I'll stay here through the darkest night.’

Lullaby kissed along your cheek, lips only slightly wet, a little chapped, brushing the shell of your ear, the gloved hand on your back reaching your shoulder blade, pushing you closer against his chest, his wings tightening the little feathery, loving home the two of you were in; bringing your hand to his chest, pressing it flat against him, as you could feel the tremble in his fingers.

‘All the way, I will fight,’

Sounding so certain, a promise shakily, softly sang into your neck; the hand on your back clenching your clothing, the one that held yours now on the back of your head, hiding you against his shoulder, hiding you away from the shifting wind that kept the two of you company, away from the night sky's sight. He was curled around you, surrounding you in nothing but his voice, his touch, his scent.

His tears - Keigo's shoulders were wracked into soft sobbing, as he kept singing through it, even as his voice broke, following the way his heart had been, not stopping for anything, not even for the incessant buzzing in his jacket's interior pocket, burying his face against your skin, staining with salty tasting despair and relief;

Rocking the both of you with broken cries following you murmuring the last promised notes, even miles away in your mind.

‘With you.’

«i wish; there was something i wanted; as badly as he wanted to fry himself.»

#my writing #hawks x reader #bnha x reader #mha x reader #keigo x reader #keigo takami x reader #boku no hero academia x reader #my hero academia x reader #hurt/comfort #friendship #platonic #gender neutral reader

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mysteryideasgroup · 9 months

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MSA X Pop AU Crossover: Survival

Chapter/Episode 5: Escape!

Sarah (Me) with two Pets Dogs/Kitsunes, Sapphire (Dog/Kitsune), and Samantha (Polter Dog/Kitsune). She is with her best friend and her pet, Sardonyx (Polter Cat), Five Mystery Teams/Groups/Gangs; MS (Mystery Skulls), TSM (The Sector Mystery), MI (Mystery Ideas), MH (Mystery Hunters), and MS (Mystery Slayers) has escaped from Myron and Jacob from the same last Ch/Ep pt 4, Two Hunters to hunting them! They are fleeing goals: Survive!

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After they are escaping from Myron and Jacob from the same last Ch/Ep pt 4. They are fleeing from Myron and Jacob.

They are fleeing to run the forest woods.

Myron: Excellent! Run fast, my good lad! A hunt is only as good as the chase it gives!

Jacob: Good! We are running to chase them!

They are jumping over the puddles and shrubs, and rolling under the trees.

Myron: Winston, my dear man. If they would be so kind as to release the hounds, I do believe we can get started.

Myron: Tally-Ho!

Jacob: Terrence, my servant. Need to Hunter Dogs out to them!

They keep running used jumping over the puddles and shrubs, and rolling under the trees. After they have end to fall in leaves covered in the ground. Myron and Jacob with their butlers and dogs have lost them.

Myron: Looks like we’ve lost the trail.

Jacob: Have lost them...

Myron: No matter, we’ll set up camp here and resume the hunt presently!

Jacob: Will look for them and hunt, back to camp.

Myron and Jacob with their butlers and dogs are walking away from lost them.

Later in the underground Survivors

They are unconscious in the underground

???: Got you now, you swine!

???: Gotten you!

They are waking up and they see two mysterious survivors who have survived. Two mysterious survivors quickly realized they are not hunters.

???: Wait - you’re not Van Buren.

???: Wait, not Carmen. They have escaped from Van Buren and Carmen?

Sarah (Me): Who are they?

Max: Max McGullicatty, at your service.

Milo: Milo Sherwood, I’m a survivor.

Ellie: Wait... Milo and Max are meeting them?

Milo: Elli, you meet them. She has helped us escape from Myron and Jacob.

Ellie: Right, my name is Ellie. I'm the former Chef Cook of Jacob.

Laura (You): They’re the ones who left all those clues for us!

Max: That’s right. We’ve been on the run from Van Buren and Carmen for over a year now, waiting for someone like us to show up.

Milo: They were hunters, we had escaped.

Max: We’ve been able to survive underground even with their gammy leg and gammy arm - but with your help, we can turn the tables on Van Buren and Carmen!

Matilda: We'd like nothing more, what do we do?

Max: The old sawmill is the perfect place for us to spring a trap. We'll need a rope, gear, and a whistle. Get those, and then we’ll capture Van Buren and Carmen!

Milo: Right, going. Watch out for Van Buren and Carmen have to search for them. Need to hide and sneak.

Ellie: True, goals are to stop Myron and Jacob for all.

Sarah (Me): Right, we got it.

Molly got a fishing pole and got them. They go underground over the surface and sneak away from Van Buren and Carmen can be noticed by us with their hunter Dogs. They are noticing that sticks on the ground will be soundly and Woodpeckers will be alarmed. Maxy uses the fishing pole to get the whistle from Camp Bases.

Maxy: I got it.

They are back to the underground and way to the underground. Vera pushed the large rock to reach before hunter dogs noticed that they had alerted them to their owners. Vera hides behind tall large bushes hunting dogs and keeps pushing rocks. Success rock on rock. She reached the top of the tall ground. She noticed that the plane was destroyed.

Vera: Oh my God... our plane is destroyed... need another thing.

Vera reached the tree trunk and pushed the tree down. She climbed to the wall to go to the tree to see the bear had a trap with rope. She untied the rope from the free bear. She is down and has got a rope. She goes to the underground tunnel going to Dam. She carefully traps. She goes to free the beaver in a trap. She got a gear. They are back to Max and Milo.

Max: Perfect! Take that equipment to the sawmill and set up a trap for Van Buren and Carmen!

Milo: Soon ready to trap going to capture them!

They are back to the underground and way left to the sawmill. They are waiting for Myron and Jacob is searching for them and away. They got the sawmill. Vera put the gear with gears. Vicki goes to the top of the trap and ropes. She pushed the trap to get perfect. She puts ropes to knots to up a trap. Vicki going to teams. Maxy use the whistle to call. They are noticing Myron and Jacob are not here. Myron and Jacob are behind them and are surprised they are getting traps.

Myron: Got them know!

Jacob: They are know!

Sarah and her Friends: Yikes!

Myron: Very clever! They nearly had me. But no one outfoxes Myron Van Buren and Carmen.

Jacob: They are fleeing from us! We are great Hunters!

Sarah (Me): Why are they doing this?

Myron: The thrill of the hunt, my dear! All for the thrill of the hunt.

Jacob: Yes, am I.

Myron: Now... Time for us to add another trophy to our collection.

Jacob: Right got us!

Max and Milo ride on the Bear to save them from Myron and Jacob. Ellie going to save them from Hunters.

Max: Tally-Ho!

Bear used to free them from traps. Myron and Jacob are scared and shocked that the Survivors are alive.

Myron and Jacob: AHH!

Myron: No matter - my aim's just as good from here!

Jacob: True, got them!

Laura (You): Not if I can help it!

They jump to Hunters to step backward to trap the sawmill. Two Beavers used their tails to slap them in the faces. They walked and watched to trap Myron and Jacob.

Maxy: Have a taste of your own medicines!

Max: They’ve made your last hunt. Van Buren and Carmen.

Milo: No more hunt for us again.

Ellie: I’m no longer chef cook for us. I’m free, I'll have help with them. Bye.

Later, Max and Milo take Myron's Helicopter and Jacob's Helicopter to get Ellie going to get them and the Teams are going back to the home of civilization. They have survived the woods.

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For @laurasanchez36

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i-didnt-do-1t · 10 months

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Oscar thought he made it obvious that he didn’t want to talk when he left the room to go out for a smoke. His knuckles hurt as he fished for the rolled cigarette in his pocket but the ache didn’t come anywhere near the satisfaction he got out of laying into Kelly like he had.

Now he’d done his part, had money in his pockets, he wasn’t exactly keen on sticking around with Pulitzer and friends, cuz Christ why did old people talk?

He almost sighed in relief when he heard footsteps on gravel behind him because the idea that Morris actually wanted to sit in and listen was ridiculous, and Oscar had been on his self inflicted best behaviour all day around Weasel and Pulitzer and god did he need to say what he was thinking.

“You see Kelly’s face when he found out Katherine is Pulitzers?” He said without turning, striking a match against the rough wall behind him.

“Can’t say I’m shocked.”

Except that voice was not Morris.

“The boy’s too arrogant and too stupid to pay attention to anything outside of himself.”

Oscar didn’t answer, didn’t turn around to look at him, let his hand close into a fist in his pocket and swallowed smoke.

“You look older Delancey.”

Oscar didn’t look at him when he felt a body settle against the wall next to him, felt eyes roaming the side of his face. Didn’t look at him when he answered. He knew Snyder was here, but that didn’t mean he hadn’t been avoiding him. That didn’t mean he expected the guy to follow him out for a smoke.

“Tends to happen when you don’t see someone for a couple of years Snyder.”

“No need to get smart with me. I’m just making conversation.”

“Course you are.”

He fixed his gaze on the curl of cigarette smoke as it wafted in front of him. It didn’t come from Oscar’s cigarette.

“We have a common enemy now though, don’t we.”

Oscar tapped his cigarette against the wall, still refused to look at him, watched the ash fall. “We don’t have a common anything.”

“Not even Jack Kelly? You seemed as delighted to drag him away as I felt watching it.”

He scoffed. “Kicking Kelly’s ass is a perk.”

“I just wanted to say thank you. For helping to bring him home.”

Something churned in his stomach.

Not on Kelly’s behalf, frankly he couldn’t give a shit but he knew what the refuge was like, knew what he would pick had he been given the choice Jack had.

The choice between going ‘home’ and getting the hell out.

Hell, he had already picked. A long time ago.

See he wasn’t a coward like Kelly was, and sometimes violence was easier.

More satisfying, too. (His knuckles burned)

“I miss you and your brother at the refuge you know.” Snyder paused, as if he was expecting the sentiments to be returned, Oscar didn’t fill the silence, hoped that maybe if he gave nothing Snyder would get bored and leave.

Oscar had never been that lucky.

“You were both like dogs. Always baring your teeth. Practically doing my job for me with how you kept people in line.”

“Yeah, thank me by putting 20 dollars in my pockets.”

“Maybe if you come and visit Kelly’s friends once he inevitably makes the wrong choice.

Oscar thought about Jacobs, thought about the way he seemed to stumble over his words and whispered in Kelly’s ear and had his little brother brag about family. “Maybe.”

He stubbed out his cigarette. If Snyder wasn’t going to leave he would.

But Snyder seemed to do the same, and sure Oscar tried to step around him but suddenly Snyder’s hand was on his upper arm squeezing in a way that was meant to be friendly but was just a little too tight to achieve it.

Oscar exhaled through his nose, had no choice but to look at him finally.

His face was as sharp as he remembered, eyes cold and fixed on Oscar’s, a stare Oscar could never remember Snyder breaking first.

He gave him a hint of a smile, something practised and cruel in the way it curled up at the edges, like they were sharing a joke but no else knew the punchline but Snyder.

“I was surprised your brother didn’t join you out here. Pulitzers is boring don’t you think? Old folk are so opposed to progression.”

Oscar looked away first.

All he could do was agree.

#newsies #oscar delancey #Snyder newsies #the delancey brothers #Alex Christian Snyder #god Snyder thoughts have never occurred to me before yet here I am #also applicable for Owen Snyder

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stardustbarbarians · 1 year

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Too Pretty For War

Chapter 5 (ch. 1 | ch. 2 | ch. 3 | ch. 4 | ch. 6 |ch. 7 | ch. 8 | ch. 9)

A Samuel Kiszka / fem!reader fic

Summary: The only way for Prince Sam to end a war is by marrying the enemy.

Tags: Prince!Sam, war, arranged marriage, enemies to lovers, angst

Trigger Warnings: blood, death, nightmares, grief

A/N: I apologize in advance for this one. You'll see what I mean when you start reading. As always, this series is dedicated to @safety-sam and this chapter is dedicated to @safarisammy (you know why <3). I'd say "please enjoy", but uh.... heed the warnings.

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As it was in line with the traditions of matrimony, Samuel was forced to share living quarters with his new wife for the next few days with no interruptions. Typically, this time was reserved for the- well… The production of heirs, to put it bluntly. The two of them had been sequestered into a private sector of the palace where the only people that would see them were the servants that would appear occasionally in order to bring them food as well as eavesdrop on them.

They barely spoke to one another.

The only time the newlyweds communicated was through shouting matches. The prince was filled with an unfettered rage each time he so much as glanced at his bride. He was reminded of all the things he had to sacrifice for this war and all the people he lost. Old wounds were reopened every time they shared the same air, her very presence a constant irritant on his nerves. It was any wonder that he did not descend into a fit of wrath every single day. However, he knew that his patience was wearing very, very thin. It was only a matter of time before he would lose his temper.

On the third night of his forced isolation, he finally snapped.

His meltdown did not occur until the evening, but the events leading up to that moment all culminated and led him to his extreme reaction. It all began with the nightmare he had. As he slept, he was treated to the vision of all those he loved perishing before his very eyes.

He roamed the halls of his palace as carefree as he had been in over a decade. He listened to the waves of his beloved ocean crash into the shore, watching the clouds pass in the sky as he sat on the ledge of one of the windows. His calm would not last. All of the sudden, he heard a crash to his right and whipped his head around to see his oldest brother collapsed on the floor. Wasting no time, Sam rushed to his side, nearly slipping in the spilled wine the eldest had spilled upon his fall.

“Joshua! JOSHUA!!” The youngest screamed, shaking his brother by the shoulders to attempt to rouse him from his convulsions. Sam watched in horror as the crowned prince’s eyes rolled into the back of his head, his limbs and body flailing and thrashing as his mouth gaped like a fish out of water. Samuel continued to scream out for his brother as tears fell down his face, feeling helpless as Joshua finally went limp.

Samuel had no time to mourn or even fully process what he had just witnessed before someone came crashing through the door. It was his other brother, Jacob, staggering in as he clutched at his side. He was pale, wincing as he struggled to remain upright and held onto the wall for support. Blood dripped down from the hand he held his side with, splattering onto the floor right before Jacob joined it.

“Samuel,” he weakly gasped, reaching out his hand to try and reach his baby brother. Sam scrambled to his side, taking his brother’s head into his lap.

“Jake, what happened?!” Sam desperately asked his remaining brother, his eyes rapidly scanning his brother’s face. Sweat stuck to his skin, loose strands of hair adhering to his cheeks and forehead.

All the younger twin did was remove his arm from his side, blood pouring steadily out of a gaping sword wound the size of Sam’s forearm. The youngest let out a horrified yelp at the sight, a fresh set of tears falling down his cheeks. He had never seen so much blood in his entire life. He did not know humans contained so much. Acting on instinct alone, Sam pressed his hands into the wound to attempt to keep all that blood inside his big brother.

“Look after them,” Jacob whispered with his dying breath, his eyes glazing over as he ceased all movement. It was almost a perfect mirror to how Josh looked as he died right before Sam’s eyes moments earlier.

Samuel gagged on his own sobs, the scent of Jacob’s blood filling his nose and making him sick. He wanted to scream out, but someone else beat him to it.

“Veronica!!” Sam cried, gently setting down his brother’s head before running off to the direction of his sister’s scream. He was absolutely horrified to find that Spartan soldiers had somehow managed to enter her room, her corpse in two pieces. Slumped onto the floor was her body, blood pooling out from the spot where her beautiful head used to sit. That gorgeous and brilliant head that he adored so much was being hoisted into the air by one of the soldiers as if it were some trophy.

The prince’s blood ran cold at the sight, his stomach churning as he was unable to take his eyes off his sister’s severed head. He felt petrified with both anger and sorrow, frozen in his place. It was all too much, witnessing all of his siblings die violently before his eyes, but it seemed he had not been put through enough.

“SAMUEL!!”

It was his mother.

Without thinking, Sam rushed to where his mother’s scream originated to find her and his father tied to posts atop pyres. They were in the square, angry peasants surrounding them with torches hoisted above their heads.

“Stop this madness at once!” the prince ordered, hoping to gain any control of the situation. He was not heard. His scream merely mixed in with the rest of the mob's clamor. He was helpless as he watched his parents catch fire, screaming out hauntingly as they attempted to fight their fates.

Sam stumbled back, his eyes never leaving his dying parent’s visage as they were engulfed in flames. Finally, he fell to his knees, not even feeling the impact of the marble on his skin. Looking down at his hands still coated in his brother’s blood, he drew the conclusion that it was all his fault. All of his family’s blood was on his hands and no one else was to blame.

“The prince finally falls,” a voice behind him spoke. Sam recognized it. Getting to his feet, he turned around only to be faced with his wife pressing a sword into his best friend’s throat.

“No…” was all that Samuel could manage. He could not lose Daniel as well.

“Athens falls with you, Prince Samuel. It was always destined to crumble by your hand,” the princess sneered, her grip on the scholar’s hair yanking his head back to expose his throat.

“You… this was all your doing!” Sam took a step forward, his anger boiling within his chest. As he did so, the princess pressed her sword closer to Daniel’s throat. The message was clear: he could move no closer lest he lose Daniel as well.

“Only by your aid. If we had not become betrothed, Sparta would have been defeated.”

It was all too much for Samuel to process. All he wanted was to collapse under the weight of his despair. His mind was an unhelpful storm of thousands of thoughts all attempting to free his best friend from his peril. The prince’s eyes honed in on what little he could see of Daniel’s face, the fear palpable in his eyes as he feared for his life.

“Swan, please,” the advisor pleaded, a tear slipping from his eye. Samuel’s chest ached, his heart bursting into millions of shards at the terrified tone in Daniel’s words.

“Athens is yours, I care not about it now. Please, just spare Daniel,” the prince begged, his voice cracking as a tear of his own slipped down his cheek.

A moment passed as Sam held his breath, waiting for what the princess would decide. It seemed that the gods had deemed Samuel unworthy of love as he was forced to watch his wife slash her blade across his best friend’s throat. Right before she did so, he called out his name like a prayer.

“DANIEL!!!” The princess dropped the scholar as if he was worthless, his body crumpling to the floor. Samuel sprinted to his side, cradling the man in his arms as he watched blood pour out of his open wound. This was the second time that Samuel watched on helplessly as someone he loved bled out in his arms.

“No. Not you as well,” Sam sobbed, clutching Daniel close to his chest. The best friend tried his best to speak something to Samuel, the hole in his throat preventing him. In lieu of this, Daniel settled for drawing a heart on Sam’s cheek. It was simple, but the message came through: I love you.

The prince sobbed into his dead best friend’s chest, all of the death finally catching up to him. He was inconsolable, wailing for all of the family he had just lost.

He heard footsteps approach before he felt cold metal pierce through his body. She had killed him too.

“YOUR HIGHNESS!!”

Samuel woke up screaming, frantically searching his surroundings. When his eyes landed upon Princess Y/N, he began screaming again.

“Prince Samuel, please, calm yourself! It was only a night terror!” she attempted to explain, her hands held out like one would when approaching a startled animal.

After a moment, the prince processed what she had said to him. It was only a nightmare. Looking around, he found that he was in his temporary chambers with no blood or death to be seen. He forced himself to even out his breathing, reminding himself that it was all in his mind.

“What caused you to scream in such a way?” the princess asked. If Samuel had not been so blinded by his rage, he would have been able to register the concern in her voice. But the image of her slaying his best friend was too fresh in his mind.

“Ask not about what does not concern you,” Sam spat, ripping the sheet off of himself and storming out of his chambers onto the beach. Well away from his wretched wife, Sam collapsed to his knees in the sand and sobbed.

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The rest of the prince’s day went horribly. After such nightmares, Samuel was usually able to confer with Daniel and talk through his terrors but that was not an option this time. The rules were clear: no one was to disturb the newlyweds and no exceptions were to be made.

Due to that, Sam was plagued by the visions of his loved ones violently falling before his very eyes the entirety of the day. His nerves were frayed. It was the perfect storm.

The thing to finally set him off was when the princess let out a sigh that Samuel deemed to be one out of annoyance. Slamming his hands down onto the table, Sam spun around to face his betrothed.

“Alright, what is your quarrel, princess?!”

She slowly cast her gaze up from her book, the annoyance very clear in her eyes. “My quarrel??”

The princess slowly stood to her feet, setting her book off to the side. Sam did not need his years of battle training to understand that she was sizing him up. She was not afraid of the prince and she was making that very clear through her body language.

“I am not the one treating you as if you are horse dung stuck to my sandal,” she evenly retorted, now a few feet away from him.

“That is a bold-faced LIE! You harbor nothing but resentment towards me!”

“If resentment is what you wish to discuss, how about we begin with your sudden shift towards being nothing but cold and distant towards me, your highness!” the princess yelled back, finally matching Sam’s level.

Samuel leaned in towards her face, a devious grin across his face as he knew his next statement would win the argument. “And now you comprehend what I have experienced from you since the start.”

The princess balled her hands into fists at her sides, clearly refraining from striking him. She remained silent as a sneer curled her lips. She could say nothing against that.

“Gods, all that they say about is true,” she finally spoke. This hardly affected the prince, he knew there was talk about him that was far from favorable.

“What, that I am arrogant and nothing but unpleasant to be in company with? Attempt again, princess. I have heard it all before.”

The princess growled, visibly struggling to keep from striking him once again. He wanted her to do so. He wanted her to so that he had a viable reason to remove her from his presence and into the dungeons. However, she would give him no such satisfaction.

“You wish to know why I am so cold towards you?!” Princess Y/N shouted, now in the prince’s personal space and backing him against the table behind him.

“Pray, do tell. And spare me no details,” Sam sneered, standing to his full height and causing the princess to have to crane her neck to look him in the eye.

“I had to distance myself so that I would ot allow myself to be swayed by that ridiculously beautiful face of yours!! You have eyes like an aphrodisiac!!”

At the admission, the room went silent. Fury burned in the princess’s eyes as her chest heaved with anger. Samuel was processing what she had just screamed in desperation, the words sinking into his skin and seeping into his bloodstream. They maintained eye contact, the sound of the crashing waves the only indicator that time was passing.

Princess Y/N broke first. She grabbed the prince but his face and pulled him into a kiss. In the throes of his passion, Sam reciprocated.

Perhaps the tradition of producing heirs would not be skipped by these newlyweds.

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nighmares-art-and-stories · 1 year

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Not Always Invincible - Chapter 3: Savagery

The streets are dark. Lights flickered, casting their weak glow onto the walls, barely chasing away the darkness. Shadows danced on the walls like lopsided ghouls, hungrily reaching towards the dim ring of light on the unbroken windows. The winds weaved through the tall claustrophobic walls, whistling its warning for anyone who’s willing to listen.

Jacob sat on his couch. His arms dangled off the armrests while his legs rested carelessly on the backrest. A remote control is clutched between two fingers while it is being swung around with a sort of apathetic abandon. Plastic wrappers are thrown around haphazardly like crusty confetti. Jacob’s face is illuminated by the mechanical glow of the TV screen as a bored and dull droning voice narrated the carnage displayed there.

“… There is another case of a savage human tonight. I’m here in the epicenter of this case…”

Click.

“… Here’s more news about …”

Click.

“… The Council of Galactical Relations stands today with a warning to …”

Crash. Clank.

Jacob threw the remote harshly against the screen. It cracked the screen and filled with the electrostatic, stopping the steady progression of doom and decay.

He drooped his way to the fridge to grab something to eat.

It hummed and sputtered when its door opened. A strong draft of cold moist air hit him full in the face, filling the air with the musky scent of hunger. Nothing. Nothing is in the fridge save for an old spiderweb that he forgotten to clean out.

He sighed. The growl in his stomach intencified followed by a deep stabbing pain. It rode on a wave of nausea that brought him to his knees. Damn it! This is day seven. I have to venture out.

A scraping sound came from his window and Jacob walked towards it, pealing back a small piece of cloth to see .... Nothing. He shivered. The dark black expanse stared back at him, draining what remaining resolve that he had. He sighed and grabbed a small strip of paper and slipped on his shoes and jacket. Jacob limped to the door in a manner not dissimilar to an injured wolf. The wide black maw that leads to the world outside the relative safety of his yawned, the iron studs on it gleamed like a row of small teeth. He grabbed a small strip of paper and slipped on his shoes and jacket. He slipped out of it like an emaciated shadow barely remembering to take his flashlight-turned-taser with him. The door closed with a quiet finality. He stepped out into the blackness, letting the night swallow him.

It’s cold and wet, sleet bounced off the walls and rode the icy, blade-like wind. It’s the type of weather that would make even a fish feel depressed. Jacob pulled his hood on his head and continued to walk against the wind, one hand against the slimy wall for support.

He didn’t notice the pair of shadows following him.

Jacob walked in the store, the wide expanse of food and supplies giving him a sort of temporary comfort, something to lose himself to despite the dark dreary atmosphere outside. He grabbed a dozen packets of ramen, chips, eggs, water, and some vegetables, dragging them to his cart.

That should be enough to last a few more weeks. Man! I hate the whole savagery darts thing.

The alien behind the register gave him a sympathetic eye when it … she, saw the giant lump of food in the cart.

“Tough going?”, it asked.

“Yeah.”

The alien gurgled, its equivalent to a chuckle. “Good luck.”

Jacob nodded before gathering the bags from the alien cashier and walked out of the store.

The winds and rain have died down a bit, enough where he didn’t have to make several trips to gather his things. Jacob walked briskly down the street like the rapid staccato of a tap dance, his shoes tapping an alert, fearful rhythm on the pavement. Eyes bored into his back. The hairs on the back of his head have slowly raised up like little black needles. A hand wandered to the taser-flashlight.

The shadows moved closer.

He turned a corner and looked up. His heart jumped to his throat while the blood slowly drained from his face like the slow draining of blood in a freshly caught hare. The bags dropped from his hand and landed on the floor in a dull wet plop.

Jacob turned around to run but stopped when a cold cruel blade is pressed to his throat. A set of arms pulled his arms behind his back, and another covered his mouth. He started to squirm against the thickly scaled hands.

Hot rancid breath whispered in his ear, “Don’t struggle, Human.” Jacob continued to squirm anyway, ignoring how the knife is cutting up his collarbone and shoulder. He knew the chances of survival once being moved to a different location is pathetically low. When a stray finger wandered into his mouth, he bit down, hard. Warm coppery liquid filled his mouth. The alien holding him hostage reeled his hand back and shook it.

CRACK!

The bleeding hand slammed into the side of his head, digging a painful V into his cheek. The hunger pains from his stomach rose again. Stars swam in his vision while the edges danced. His knees buckled, nearly binging the buff scaly alien down with him. Dizziness swam in his stomach like a pack of snakes, Jacob found that he can’t bring himself to care.

“Do you want a fur-cut below your chin?”

Jacob shook his head, no.

“Good.” The alien sounds pleased and amused, “Now sleep.”

A large object slammed into the base of his head. Darkness grabbed at him, and he fought it for a few moments before it has laid its claim.

When Jacob came to, he was in some sort of cage. Chains adorned his wrists like heavy silver bracelets, holding his arms in a strange half twist position that turned painful the moment he moved.

Another alien stood in front of the cage. Its appearance could honestly be described as a mad scientist. Its white robe is stained with red. The alien had dull claws and missing scales that revealed it’s pink, diseased looking flesh. It’s topped off by the crazed sheen in its eyes.

Jacob cleared his throat, “What do you want?”

The question came out like a hoarse croak. The alien didn’t answer, instead, it grinned showing a row of sharp broken teeth and bleeding gums, something full of malice. It turned around and grabbed a syringe from the counter.

With a low husky voice, the alien said, “I have found that humans still have a lot of the primitive instincts. Suppressed via logic, and other emotion.” Jacob leaned away from it as far as he could. It stopped and gave a laugh that sounds like a hacking cough. “They don’t deserve to become civilized.” The needle brushed his neck at the cardioid artery, a small welling of blood came out of the wound and dripped onto his clothes. “All the other humans I tested on turned animalistic. The others don’t understand how dangerous you are, so I’ll make them see!”

The alien waved the syringe around everywhere scattering the blue fluid inside everywhere.

Jacob pressed his emotions down, swallowing his spit and fear, “No, you’re wrong, our strongest instinct is to protect. You simply got the wrong people.”

In the distance, a pack of cars, both human and alien rounded the corner. Their lights and sirens bouncing off the walls. The crazy scientist shook himself out of its imagination and plunged the needle into his neck.

The liquid stung, like putting Hydrochloric Acid into his veins. His muscles shook and spasmed, trying to get the noxious liquid out of his system. The last thing he saw was the cackling scientist and the squad of Galactical Foundation agents stormed into the lab.

Somewhere, a butterfly took wing and started to fly against the hail.

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october media recap ✩°｡ ⋆⸜ 🎧✮

i love music, movies, tv, podcasts, games, books, and more. here's a recap of things i watched in october 2023!!

music ♫⋆｡♪ ₊˚

i've been really into more indie blues type music as autumn comes to a head, my playlist autumn girls this is for you has a bit more songs that i really associate with this season. anyway heres the list!

mitski - my love mine all mine

mitski - i'm your man

these two songs are phenomenal, as is mitski's album "the land is inhospitable and so are we" i actually wrote a brief analysis on my love mine all mine as a love song and breakup song. the feeling it invokes in me is second to none, what a beautiful song.

olivia rodrigo - lacy

sixpence none the richer - kiss me

jane remover - search party

searows - used to be friends

phoebe briders - moon song

iron & wine - flightless bird, american mouth

mazzy star - fade into you

sting - shape of my heart

yeule - software update

yeule - sulky baby

taylor swift - "slut!"

rachel chinouriri - maybe i'm lonely

emile mosseri - jacob and the stone

i actually listen to this song to fall asleep, but i can assure you that i also cry every time i watch those videos on the internet with this song playing in the background. it perfectly encapsulates a feeling of hope and loss. beautifully done. minari was a phenomenal as a (real) movie lover, i love when movies have tracks like this that so clearly stand out from the soundtrack and score.

movies 🎞️✮⋆˙

i haven't watched as many movies as i'd have liked in october, it has been an emotional month to say the least. but, now im on anti-depressants so our regularly scheduled slaying is back. movies will be rated a 1-5 star based on how much i enjoyed it! and NO NOT EVERY MOVIE IS FROM THIS YEAR OR EVEN THIS DECADE <3

talk to me (2022) ★★★★

pearl (2022) ★★★★

the invisible man (2020) ★★★★

child's play (1988) ★★★★

doctor sleep (2019) (fucking insanely good) ★★★★★

bodies bodies bodies (2022) (so camp??) ★★★

call me by your name (2017) ★★★★

silence of the lambs (1991) (this is a perfectly made film. argue with the wall!) ★★★★★

and thats about it, i genuinely have been too busy with school to watch as many films, still have not seen barbie or the fnaf movie because im so busy and too broke to go to the movies constantly LOL. however, i will say what my favorite youtube video topics are currently in my honorable mentions section!!

honorable mentions ˙˖°📷 ༘ ⋆｡˚

my current fave youtubers or streamers :3

dead meat (james and chelsea constantly demonstrate a genuine love for horror and have recently been branching out to video games amidst the SAG strike! love them and their work so much, they have definitely made me into more of a horror movie buff)

wendigoon (i will listen to this man talk about anything, but he constantly raises the bar with how informed he is on topics. he just likes to talk abt weird shit and thats really neat idk)

supertf (ive been watching this guy for over 5 years he is still the funniest ow streamer out there sorry)

kyedae (she is rlly funny and even though valorant is boring to watch i watch her play mostly, however i LOVE when she does variety or horror its so funny how scared she gets)

jacksepticeye (watching him play spiderman 2 bc i don't own a ps5, BUT ALSO sean just has the best playthroughs of games like this. love his takes on the game!!)

mike's mic (olivia wilde nodding gif like if you get it you get it!)

games im playing right now :3

the sims 4 (do i need to explain this rlly... i have 2000 hours on sims... currently building a tiny town for the new expansion pack :3 pics here)

sun haven (started playing with my bf, feels like stardew valley with a bigger world and more things to do! i HATE the fishing mechanic. it is not for me babes)

valorant (playing occasionally as i am not very good, but i have alot of skins so yipee)

overwatch (i have 1600 hours in the game unfortunately. addiction is real guys)

fall guys (just recently started playing with my friends again, idk why anyone wouldnt want to play this its free and fun. theres a hatsune miku skin in the game like CMON)

genshin impact (im actually really invested in fontaine's story, if i had multiple hours a day to game i would do all the story quests and things but again, im so b u s y. still farming for arataki itto, pls come home)

bloons td6 (i've somehow racked up 60 hours on this game...its so fun...i love it...)

lastly, my october hyperfixation was...

horror movies and true crime!! i watched over 100 hours of movies, video essays, podcasts, and documentaries relating to horror and true crime. i'm officially burnt out of it though, so i will be back next month to once again happily share my interests!! byeee

- jane ⋆｡° ✮

#media review #movies #music #gaming #october recap

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nessiesspeakeasy · 6 months

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Kinktober Day 30: Ritual

Adelaide and Jacob, the avatar guardians for Cthulhu, must get in contact with their god, but Adelaide has a favorite way of contacting "The Big Guy."

Rated Mature. Rituals, Ritual Sex, Tentacles, Tentacle Sex, Mild Blood, Threesome - F/M/M, Established Relationship.

You can read this on my AO3.

Adelaide had woken up first, leaving her husband to sleep in a little longer. She got the coffee going and went out to chop wood. The physical activity always woke her up and shook off any extra grumpiness she had. When she’d finished, she went inside and found Jacob watching her through the window. She smirked and took the coffee he handed her. She sipped the hot liquid, black with a shot of whiskey and a dash of cream.

They walked together to the beach, drinking their coffee and sitting in the cold, morning sand. When it was finished, they stripped their clothes and waded into the ocean. Adelaide jumped into Jacob’s arms so he could toss her out into the ocean. As she hit the water, she transformed into her large, eldritch form. Tentacles and sharp teeth and claws. She swam back to him, circling his much larger, eel-like eldritch form.

The two, Hydra and Dagon, swam and played and ate fish for breakfast. When they were full, they returned to Innsmouth, the home Jacob had opened to Adelaide. Dressed, she jumped on his back, broad and rippling with muscle. She wrapped her legs around his waist and bit his ear. He kept her secure, walking them back to the house while she held their mugs.

He kicked the front door shut and easily pulled her around to his front to pin her against the wall. She kissed him as he felt her up, squeezing her ass and biting her breasts. She ground on him, loving how it made him bite her harder.

A knock on the door stopped them and she bit his lip, a promise to continue after he’d tended to his mayoral duties. She moved out of sight as he greeted the first of many to enter their home and go to his office.

She kept busy, fixing the house, the yard, and getting lunch ready. When Jacob broke away for lunch, she straddled his lap on the kitchen table and fed him. He sucked on her fingers.

“We need to get in touch with Cthulhu,” he said. It was the first words they’d said to each other all day.

She frowned. “Why?”

“There’s reports of creatures showing up and there’s concern they’re hostile.”

She smirked, popping a piece of food in his mouth. “It’s been too long since I’ve had a good fight.”

He hummed, biting her finger. Her eyes filled with lust as his tongue wrapped around it.

“I take it we’re going to do a ritual?”

He nodded, not releasing her finger.

She had everything ready by the time Jacob was off. She waited in their bedroom, naked, in the middle of a huge circle full of Cthulhu’s symbols. Jacob found her, smirked and began to undress.

They did not need to have sex to call upon their god. It was Adelaide’s preference. She was always a flirt and it had gotten them closer to the Eldritch god in a day than Jacob had in over two hundred years. He always admired how much of a cannonball she was.

He stripped and sat down across from her. She scooted onto his lap and kissed him. She cut her finger and handed him the knife, dropping her blood onto the symbols next to them. She kissed and licked his neck as he did the same, her thick, bouncing curls catching in his beard. They’d flirted all day and she wanted him. She ground her hips on his cock as Jacob said the summoning spell. She bit him, feeling him harden against her pussy. She slipped onto him easily, riding him and kissing him as he tried not to falter with his words.

“You’ve been a tease all day,” she said once he was done.

He laughed.

All around them, the air turned heavy and their limbs felt light. Cold, thick tentacles wrapped around them. Adelaide grinned wickedly. “Hey, Big Guy.” A tentacle pressed against her cheek. She kissed it, biting it gently as it rubbed her chest fondly.

The tentacles tightened around them, reaching for Jacob and pressed a tentacle into his ass, fucking it. He kissed her harder, moaning. Two more reached for Ada, filling her ass and pussy, making her ride both it and Jacob’s cock. The tentacles fucked the two of them, leaving them moaning and desperately kissing each other. In their minds, the question of the creatures.

A resounding ‘kill’ echoed.

Adelaide smiled wide, excited, the thrill of the hunt finally hers again. She moaned loudly as the tentacles went faster. Jacob’s tongue danced around hers, moans hot on her mouth, hands roaming her body as hers rubbed all those tentacles around them.

This was always her preference and he couldn’t deny it was his as well.

#kinktober 2023 #kinktober #monsters #rated mature #tentacles #ritual #ritual sex #little-bit-o-blood #F eldritch shapeshifter/ M eldritch shapeshifter/ Cthulhu

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haleysapphicorner · 1 month

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Remembering

Remembering getting a crush on a girl in second grade and not knowing how to ask if she even likes girls so I said I heard a rumor she was a lesbian (to test the waters) and she was so disgusted and upset I said I was sorry maybe it was another ashley

Remembering how my heart skipped a beat for Estefany and her parents found out from a teacher and she wasn't allowed to play with me anymore at recess

Remembering crushing on Taylor and her cool braces in 3rd grade and being told I couldn't possibly like her, it must be because I secretly like Taylor Lautner (Jacob from twilight which I've never seen) I was given twilight gifts and a huge poster of him that year

Remembering my neighbor coming over to tell my dad i was a lesbian. My mother crying "I raised a daughter" my dad yelling at me for not being "normal"

Remembering Rachel, the girl with short hair who confused me. The one who i wasn't sure if she was a girl or boy. The one who made me sigh with relief when I found out her name. When i found out she was a she.

Remembering Rachel, a different one, one of the only butch adults I ever met. One who took t as a kid. One who was happily married to her wife. One who took some of my shame. Even if just for a moment. Even if it broke my heart to hear my dad fetishize them behind their backs.

Remembering the naked women lining my fathers walls

The lesbian ,basically porn, always playing on the TV (the l word for example)

The screen savers of women kissing

The sports illustrates swimsuit magazines kept in the bathroom

Remembering how I got sent to detention for kissing a girl in the hallway and being told I didn't have to go if I went to the schools Christian club, I went to the Christian club to avoid a mark on my record, I was prayed for

Remembering how I went fishing with Chloe and held her hand and was called gross and told that maybe I shouldn't hang out with her anymore so kids at school don't bully her too by her parents. She's with a Tif now.

Remembering how my first real girlfriend required my mom meeting her mom to make sure it wasn't "one of those pranks going around" where gay kids were asked out and beaten half to death

Remembering my aunts asking if my periods stopped when I decided to start liking girls. If my body had somehow masculinized itself to not be a defect, to be a man loving a woman. It hadn't. But not to worry, I was put on birth control and testosterone from a young age and never had to bother with periods until adulthood anyway.

Remembering feeling out of place and averting my eyes while passing the VS at the mall. Like people would look at me and know I'm a freak. A pervert for even liking a woman.

Remembering all the shame. All the forced dates with men. The sex to replicate the rapes. The coping.

Remembering the shame

the shame

Of being a woman unavailable to a man

Of being a woman who loves women

Of being a woman

Of being

remembering the shame of being

#vent #radfem #terf safe #idk gyns #remembering alot recently #cw #tw rape

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assassins-and-hidden-blades · 2 years

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Hello queen! Is there anyway i can ask for 4 and 52 with Jacob?

09/07/2022: Hey there! Hope you're doing well! I honestly have shot myself in the foot with these prompts because I have no idea which ones you're talking about, so I'm going to take as much of an educated guess as I can -- I hope you like it anyway! Also no beta we die like men Feedback is greatly appreciated!!

GN!Reader x Jacob Frye

#4: "Don't look at them, look at me. You're okay, just stay in this moment with me."

#52: "Wait there a second, did you just kiss me?"

Jacob had never wanted you to get involved in this business.

In a relationship as complicated as yours, the affection had gone unvoiced in everything except your actions. For him, he had gifted you a knife, and vowed that he would ensure you would never have to use it. In return, you promised to keep yourself safe and out of the prying eyes of his enemies.

On all days except this one, you had kept that promise.

The misty London morning bit your cheeks as you did your morning errands around the city, fetching groceries for the day. Your obscured vision made it difficult to analyse your surroundings properly, leaving an uneasy feeling to settle in your stomach. You were set to meet Jacob in a pub not far from here. You had felt like there were eyes on you for the past two days. Part of you berated yourself for not telling him as soon as these feelings arouse, but at the time you thought you were being paranoid.

You proved yourself right when a hand grabbed your clothes and pulled you into an alleyway. The force sent you to the floor, skin grazing over the wet cobblestones. Surrounding you were a group of four, very large men. One of them crouched, leaning into your face. "Got you now."

"Stay away from me." Your hand reached for your concealed knife, hands gripping the handle tightly, waiting for the right moment.

He grabbed your face tightly. "I don't think you realise how valuable you are right now. Your partner is head of our rival gang, and is a high ranking member of the Assassin Brotherhood." He moved your head, inspecting you. "No, you'll do just fine."

You struck with your knife.

The man laughed, free hand squeezing your wrist. "Pathetic. Wouldn't you agree, boys?"

They did agree, laughing amongst themselves.

"Get the cargo in the carriage."

"Hey, what--" The man wrenched the knife out of your grip and the others came to grab your arms. "Get off of me! No!" You struggled against their hold, wriggling like a fish out of water. "Help! Someone help!" You dug your heels into the ground.

The first man groaned, turned around, and threw his fist at your face. "Please, for the love of God, shut--"

A smoke bomb went off, mixing with the fog between the bricks.

You scrambled back until you hit the wall. There were sounds of a fight, but your vision was completely obscured. It was not until it began to diffuse when you saw the swinging of a kukri and the dance of a leather coat.

However, you also saw the swathes of blood coating the pavement. Never had you been so close to death, both first and secondhand. The shock left you paralysed, frozen to the spot even when Jacob slid to your side. "Y/n, are you hurt? Did they hurt you?" You could barely hear him over the pounding of your heart, scouring the bloody scene before you.

Jacob grasped your cheeks gently, eyes lingering on the unusual heat arising from one of them. "Don't look at them, look at me. You're okay, just stay in this moment with me. Breathe." He tried to catch your gaze, and waited until it lifted to reach his face, your eyebrow crease slowly relaxing as air finally filled your lungs. "You must answer me; are you alright?"

"Um... yeah." Jacob's thumbs stroked across your cheekbones, causing you to wince.

"What? What's wrong?"

"I, uh, one of them hit me. I think a bruise is forming, that's all."

"Let me see." You allowed Jacob to get a better look at your injury. Wordlessly, he leaned to your cheek, his lips pressing a feathered touch to the swollen skin. He sighed against your skin, as if exhausted, and pulled you close. "Thank God you're alright."

"Wait there a second," you said, snapped out of your daze. "Did you just kiss me?"

He scoffed in amusement. "One of us had to get the ball rolling."

"Come here." You pulled away only to bring Jacob to your lips, returning his care with a passion of your own. The swell of your chest brought a smile to your face, and the only thing you could focus on was Jacob. The gentle but firm press of his lips against yours, the scratch of his stubble against your hand, the smell of gunpowder and pine.

He pulled away at the sound of police whistles. "Let's get somewhere safer, hm?" Helping you up, he began to lead the way back to the train or your house.

You honestly didn't mind which.

#assassin's creed #assassin's creed x reader #jacob frye x reader #x reader #jacob frye x gn!reader #assassin's creed x gn!reader #1.2k follower celebration #assassin's creed drabble #jacob frye drabble #i'm really forgetting how to tag here lol

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ereardon · 1 year

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At Sea, With You

A/N: This is a snippet of an original work that I started that was inspired by TGM but where the MC is a Naval aviator who falls in love with the ship surgeon on a mission. Little does he know that she got engaged three weeks before they set out to sea. Jacob (the surgeon) is Lewis Pullman in my mind and I weirdly have Sadie Sink in mind for Meredith the MC. Not a TGM fic, technically OC x OC. Just thought it might be fun to post this!

“Sorry to keep you waiting.”

“It’s OK. I’m just lucky you showed up tonight.”

He sounds relieved, like he really thought I wouldn’t show. Guilt clouds my mind. I tap my bare left ring finger against the coffee cup. The good part of me, the part that volunteers at the food shelter and cuts up six-pack plastic rings so fish don’t get stuck and the part of me that wore a white confirmation dress under the scorching Louisiana sun screams at the rest of me to tell him. In the deep recesses of my mind she tells me that I owe him that.

“Are you alright?” Jacob leans toward me and props an elbow up on the wall behind us. I lay my head back until it is touching the wall, and his arm is only inches from me. His bicep when I had touched it was muscular. He’s carting around a really excellent body underneath his uniform, I am positive of it. The quiet, unassuming exterior is hiding something beneath it.

“I’m fine. Why?”

“You seem a bit off.”

“Do you really know me well enough to say something is off?”

Immediately I can tell he’s taken aback, and guilt starts to seep to every corner of my body. Kindness is not always a great strength of mine. I’ve had to bite my tongue more than once growing up in the South with the alphabet of the Navy always ready on my lips. Honesty is a philosophy I lean too hard into at times, to my detriment. And one I ignore all too often as well.

“I’m sorry,” I add, quickly. “That was rude of me.”

Jacob drops his arm and straightens up. “It’s alright. I overstepped.”

“I just mean, we’re strangers, right? Or kind of? And saying something like that makes me think you see this as more than it is.” I squeeze my eyes shut, hate myself the moment the words leave my lips. I’m not sure why I say it. It’s sour as it exits my mouth.

“Trust me, I am very aware of the situation, Meredith.” His voice is bone chillingly calm. I give him a side eye and see he’s looking at me, lips pulled in a frown.

“What is that supposed to mean?”

My heart begins to jog in my chest. He knew. He had spotted the ring that first day and has been pretending otherwise ever since. If anything I’m pissed at myself. An anxious blush creeps across my face, combating the cold of the ocean wind.

“The mission is only a few weeks,” Jacob says and my pulse instantly starts to even out. “You’re young and smart and absolutely beautiful. I know that if we were anywhere else, this wouldn’t be happening.” He waves his hand between us. “If I had met you at a bar in New York you wouldn’t have given me a second look. But here, on the ship, it’s a limited dating pool. Everything out here is limited. I’m your default.”

Dating pool. The elephant in the room. The whale on the ship. He’s laying it out there for the world to see. I’m not imagining the electric current I feel running between us.

I breathe out a sigh of relief, not even realizing I had been holding my breath, and lay my left hand gently on his thigh. He looks up at me and the vulnerability across his button nose and pink cheeks makes me flush.

“Stop it,” I whisper lightly. I want to tell him the truth. That I noticed him the very first day in the mess. That talking to him feels like talking to an old friend, but also stimulates a nerve I didn’t even know I had. That touching him feels natural. That I waited all day, rushed my duties, to make sure I made it up here, just hoping he would still be here.

He glances down at my hand. I start to feel insecure and go to lift it, but then change my mind.

“Meredith.” That’s it. Just my name rolling off his lips in a quiet whisper that gets picked up and sailed away by the wind. I still don’t lift my hand from his leg. Instead, I rub my thumb slowly back and forth a few times. A reassurance. So without saying it, he knows. Through the silence, I hope he reads me.

I look over at him. “It’s not like that OK?”

He nods.

“I need you to know you’re a choice, not a default. I’m here because I want to be. Simple as that.”

The words hang in the hair, dense like a thick fog rolling in. Jacob glances over at me, his gentle face slowly relaxing.

We sit there in the darkness and in silence, my hand on his leg, until the coffee in our cups goes cold. Until the wind picks up so high it feels like I have tinnitus from the constant ringing. Until we both realize how late it is, and how tired we will be the next day. Until we both know, deep down, that tomorrow will be different.

#oc x oc #tgm inspired #naval aviator

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britishcupoftea · 5 months

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Summer in the lighthouse part 2

y’all I fished the second part out from my notes app 🤡 let’s make a fool of myself again. I wanted to also say yea no I realise I didn’t write part 3 and idk how long this part is so 😤 you get what your given. Try not to die of cringe please 🙏🙏🙏

Chapter 2- simple things

I woke about 9am, properly this time, as in I couldn’t go back to sleep. The sun shine through my thin curtains and illuminated my room, all of a sudden the shock a sheer sunlight had put things into perspective. So far, I had caught feelings for a girl… maybe, actually thought about reading a book, landed extremely awkwardly on top of the girl, shared a bed with a girl and barely got any sleep. Wow this was gonna be one crazy summer if it carries on like this. That morning I was drunk with exhaustion, the night had really taken a toll on my head. At about 10:30, i wobbly walked down the stairs for breakfast. I shoved a couple slices of bread into the toaster and slumped into a chair at the table: when I sat down I noticed a sticky note stuck to the patterned table cloth. ‘Gone out for fishing back at 4 the girls are at home -Maddie xx’

Thank god, I was too tired to do anything today. After a few minutes my toast popped and I rummaged through the cupboards till I found some butter. I am one of those strange people that oddly like 1 spread, jam or peanut butter, marmite, Nutella it just doesn’t do it for me. I like plain and simple things… ha if only Leah was plain and simple. There I go again, linking everyone to Leah like an utter idiot, what was wrong with me. The toast gave me the strength to make the huge climb back up the stairs. From there I changed into new clothes, a pair of sweatpants and a lose black shirt. Then I noticed the book that sat in the centre of my desk ‘the man who hunted gods’, uhh was this meant to be here? Had Leah left it from me? Curiosity lead my hands forwards and I took the book, it black cover was smooth against my palms, not creased or crinkled. Sitting back down onto my bed and leading against the wall, I opened the book and flicked froward to the first page… ‘3 weeks, 3 weeks, was that enough time to prepare? What if I lost him forever? What if I couldn’t make it? No my brother would fight till the very end. I remember him as clear as daylight…’ I read my eyes darting from word to word. I must have lost my self in that book for a damn long time because when I looked up to my desktop alarm clock, it said 2:34. Wow that passed fast, I was about 2 chapters from the end of the book and I was nearly screaming with frustration and excitement. I had never know a book could be so good, I’m sort of glad I gave into my stupid emotions or I wouldn’t have read this. Reading, that’s something I must add to my list of things I enjoy. Mostly I enjoyed the simple things like just sitting there or eating but now I could add reading to my small list of things I enjoyed. Searching through my mind, I found my mental list of things I enjoyed and added reading onto the bottom. Just above reading was cricket , I remember adding it last summer when I was sent off to a cricket camp and I found that I actually quite liked the sport. I had even made some friends there, Archie and Jacob were my favourite of the bunch. It was still an hour and 20 minutes till Janes and Maddie were meant to be back at the house, and apparently Leah and Darcy were supposed to be home so I went to check on them.

First I checked on Darcy, I still have no idea why, perhaps because she was younger and less responsible so she might well have died in the night or something, when I came down the stairs into her room, she had looked up from the floor where she was braiding her long brown hair. “Hey George, ur finally up, want to help me with something?” Uhh help with what I wondered… “uh I’ll help but it depends on what I’m helping with” I said casually. Walking a couple steps into her room, it was quite like Leah’s but inside of many bookshelves, the walls were lined with posters and trash and clothes were plied in most corners. “Braiding my hair obviously, come and sit down.” Darcy beaconed me over to where she sat on the floor and trying to to seem impolite, I came and kneeled behind her. I can’t remember where I learnt to plate hair from but it was hell of a lot useful right now; i picked her hair up that was laying on her shoulders and split it into three clumps. “You do know how to braid hair right? Or you’re gonna make my hair look like a mess.” Darcy said, trying to keep her head still as she talked. “Yea I do, and I don’t think it’s gonna look too bad.” I responded back as I exaggerated on the bad part. Darcy huffed and sat still as I began to braid her hair. About half way down, pulled forward and looked up at me, almost tugging the hair from my hands. “Your quite cute you know.” She said it in a matter of fact way that made me a bit uncomfortable.

I didn’t know what to say.. I’m sure nothing bad would happen because it’s not like I had to stay here for 3 months over summer break or anything. “umm thanks I guess but stop staring at me or it will ruin the plate.” Then she straightened up and let me carry on plating her hair in peace, once I had finished I held out my hand for a hair band and she popped on into my hand that had a note attached to it. It read ‘your very cute ;) can’t believe your staying for 3 months’. I furrowed my eyebrows together and ripped the note off and crinkled it up. Then before I tied the end of the braid, I threw the paper towards the bin and funnily enough it landed right in. “Good at throwing things too” muttered Darcy. I was quite annoyed at this point and i tugged her hair back and tied the ends. “There done” I was grumpy and didn’t care to hide it, she was 13 for gods sake.

By the time I was done with Darcy, it was 3 and I made my way back up the stairs and into Leah’s room. I looked round for her, and saw her standing next to the cupboard, a pair of denim shorts in her hands… uh oh… she had the shorts in her hands.. no on her… “GEORGE!” She shouted, and turned away from me tugging her shorts on and pulling her shirt out from where it had tucked into the shorts. I span away from her and looked straight at the wall, a pink flush filling my checks. Oh my god.. I am so dumb! STUPID! I almost wanted to shout it. From behind me I heard the cupboard slam shut, at least I was only looking at her face and hands and well basically all her top half. “Sorry, sorry I’m so sorry” I mumbled, still facing the wall. “Could have knocked! And you can turn around now for your information” said Leah a bit angrily. I slowly turned around, relief washing over my blush, she was wearing a oversized white button down shirt and a shirt pair of denim shorts. Her hair tied back into a messy bun, the good kind of bun, not the hungry hobo person, the cute curious girl. Wow she was gorgeous. Damn it George, snap out of it.

“I came to check on you..” I muttered, fumbling over my words in my flusteredness. (I don’t care what y’all think that’s a word now) Leah gave me a disapproving glare that I almost shrank back from, and I was almost tempted to throw one back at her. “I don’t need you to check on me”. I narrowed my eyes at her as she said it, as if I was inspecting her for some unseen injuring that I knew she was hiding. My concern was greeted with a roll of her eyes and a vague gesture. Lead said, “Well I haven’t died yet unfortunately.” The words laced in sarcasm. I was so ready to go home. “I finished your book”

EW WHAT IS THIS UNFATHOMABLE CRINGE! That is enough. Also this is all I wrote up too 😭 I’ll write some more if y’all want to curl up and die from cringe again. Sorry if I killed you💀🙏 goodbye

#creative writing #writers on tumblr #fanfic #books #short story #lighthouse

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