#my journeys as an overpowered jelly

[henrys-wee-hen]

No-One Fucks with the Lobos

Chapter two!

Thanks again to Jessefandomunited for the prompt!

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48070186/chapters/121376905#workskin

Enjoy!

I was in Teddy’s apartment. The specific room was like an annex, minimally-furnished with a table to the side, against one wall, and my chair in the middle of the room. There was a gentle slope to beneath me, which I prayed didn’t hide a drain. Everything raced through my mind. I’d heard the horror stories of torture rooms, and how they were usually very easy to clean, usually metal or tile, with a drain in the middle for... well, blood. But those rooms usually also had places to chain people up, hooks on the walls or the ceilings... this one didn’t. I looked around, trying to figure out a good way to get out if Teddy gave me an opening. My best bet, it seemed, was to try to overpower him. But the pain in my shoulders from being held behind my back made that potentially difficult. And I didn’t know if I’d been hit anywhere, by bullets or blunt force or otherwise.

Hell, I didn’t even know what time it was. I had to just be. Be here, be present, and take each second, each moment, as it came. In literally any other circumstance, that would have been a motivational speech. But here, it was more ‘how can I keep myself alive for as long as possible’.

What felt like hours passed, and at some point I’d fallen asleep, because I jerked awake when Teddy slapped me hard. As I sat up straighter, recovering, a dull pain shot through my abs. I winced, and the corner of Teddy’s mouth pulled up into a slight smirk.

“Good morning, Officer,” he grinned, eyes sparkling as he sat in front of me. Morning?! Shit. I’d been there overnight. Overpowering him wouldn’t be possible. If he untied me now, I’d be like jelly. “Sleep well?”

“What do you think?” I spat back half-heartedly. Every joint in my body cracked as I shifted. I wanted to cry. Teddy snatched my jaw, squeezing hard enough that my mouth stayed open. I couldn’t even bite closed. I’d hurt myself more than I’d hurt him.

“Oooh, the little Officer has claws, I see,” he murmured, inspecting my face. “That pretty little face of yours is a real work of art... my guys did some good work.” I couldn’t speak. My lip split open as Teddy tugged my face this way and that. I was obviously bruised up. “I’m just glad they left some space for me...” his thumb traced my cheekbone. I couldn’t stop the tremble that ran through me. Teddy looked at me, mirthful glee in his eyes. “Did that turn you on?” he whispered, taking hold of my throat. “Are you a freaky little Officer? Hmm?”

“N-no -” I started, but Teddy cut me off.

“Hey, I’m not judging. Everyone has their thing,” Teddy purred. He stroked my jugular, his eyes soft. The sensation sent another tremor through me. I was terrified. I had no feeling in my shoulders. No feeling in my hands, no way to stop him. Nothing was under my control right now. “I just never thought the righteous little bitch friend of Officer Quincy would have been into that... because I don’t want you to fucking enjoy this... I want this to scar you so badly, you never leave your fucking house again.” He adjusted his grip on my throat, his finger and thumb gripping that little gap just behind my lower jawbone. He grinned when I swallowed and he felt it.

“This is insane,” I murmured, keeping my eyes on him. “This is absolutely insane…” Teddy gripped a little tighter.

“Insane? If this is insane, I can’t wait to hear what you’re gonna think in an hour… three hours… a day…” his face was so close to mine, I could smell the mint on his breath. It had never occurred to me that Teddy Lobo would do such normal things like brush his teeth. It always, for some reason, stunned me that these criminals were people too. An odd thing to think about, considering I was about to embark on a journey that might just destroy everyone I am.

But, at the same time… Teddy Lobo! Not known for his ability to actually fill the shoes left by Ritchie Lobo, and absolutely not on the same wavelength as his mother when it came to torturing people! A huge part of me was holding onto the glaring red flag that yelled it was all an act… but there was a louder part telling me he couldn’t do more than break a few bones. And even then, that might be too much for him.

“I’m terrified,” I muttered. The sarcasm made Teddy let go. He regarded me for a second, then gave me a backhanded slap so blindingly hard, I thought I’d actually died. It was only Teddy’s grip returning to my jaw that reassured me of two things: first, my face wasn’t broken, and second, I hadn’t departed. I couldn’t actually see him, though. Only stars.

“Rule number fucking one,” he breathed, his breath hot on my already-hot face. “Sarcasm gets you hurt real fucking bad. Alright?”

“Y-yeah –“ I choked out.

“Good.” He threw my head to the side. “Because I’m fucking done with the likes of you, (Y/N), fucking around with the order of things.” He moved to the table, where a number of different items lay. Knives of varying lengths, a strap of leather, a short whip, a long whip, and a fair few zip-ties. Then, I think it was some kind of fabric bag, and a few ties. “There’s an order in this city. Civilians are at the bottom of the food chain. They keep everything working. Then, there are the cops. Then, there’s us. The Lobos.” Teddy selected a knife, a fairly small blade, and checked the sharpness against his thumb. He smiled, turning back to me. “And if you start thinking that you’re on top? Then we have a problem.” He stood behind me, and I shivered. I really was powerless against him. “And there’s three of you who think you’re on top.”

The image of Katie’s dead form lying on the floor made a sob rise in my throat. Teddy came around front. He looked down at me, my eyes welling up with tears. I couldn’t see him properly, but I knew he was smirking.

“Oh, yeah,” he murmured. “There’s only two of you, now.”  

Before I could speak, Teddy plunged the small knife into the meat of my thigh, and for a brief second, the world moved in slow motion. There was no pain. No agony. No blood. Only the shock of the blade going in, and the glee of Teddy’s face, registered for a brief pause. Then, the agony hit me like a train, pain radiating out from the wound in my thigh and consuming every thought. It wasn’t as painful as being shot with a taster (we had to go through that at police school), and being shot in a bulletproof vest was a little more painful… but understand this. When you’re tired, hungry, and emotionally-raw, and you’ve been chilling in the mouth of a fucking bayou alligator, even a papercut would feel overwhelmingly painful. So imagine getting a knife in your thigh on top of all that. It’s no wonder a scream left my throat.

And, for the record, the room was fully soundproofed because Teddy let me scream.

“Please – please stop this, Teddy!” I gasped, when I could finally take a breath in. “Please!” Teddy picked up another knife from his little array.

“Does it hurt really bad?” he asked, almost like he was asking a friend if a burger was tasty. I looked up at him. My throat felt raw.

“Please, Teddy… please… this – there’s no need for this –“

“Are you gonna join us, or no?” he pushed some hair back from my forehead. I hesitated. “See, that’s why there’s every need for this.” His movement was so fast, I barely registered it. Another knife, the same size, in my other thigh. Another wave of pain hit me, and Teddy leaned on the first knife just to make sure I was really sick with it. I screamed again. Teddy laughed gleefully. “God, you’re gorgeous when you scream. Throw that head back, baby!” His jeers were lost on me for the moment.

He picked up a third knife. Despite the blinding, head-bending situation, I understood that today’s torture would be to turn me into a human knife block. That meant either he knew where he was putting them, so that when he eventually pulled them out of me, I wouldn’t bleed fatally… or he didn’t care if I lived or died. And, as I said before, things happen in threes. Hopefully I could just have a death of ego and join his fucking family. That would count, right?

Endless streams of encouragement and insult flowed from Teddy’s mouth as he went about his torture of me. Five knives in my body, and a gentle drip of a non-fatal amount of blood on the floor, and he finally stopped. He looked at me from across the room. There wasn’t a single drop of my blood on him. He looked fresh, clean still, his shirt unbuttoned to reveal those tattoos that clearly spanned the breadth of his chest. I wanted to push each one of these knives through them, just to see if I could decorate them a little better. I had so much I wanted to say to him. So much I wanted to spit at him. But my throat was bloody and raw from screaming, and I doubted I’d manage much more than a vague rasp. Very threatening.

Teddy licked his lip, his eyes gleaming as he folded his arms.

“You’re so beautiful like this, (Y/N),” he said softly. The way he caressed my name like that… “See, this can be very painful. But if you were on our side, and you went with the natural order of things, this could be good. We could do this in a special way.” He crept towards me, and I braced myself pathetically for another blow.

For anything other than a fucking soft caress to the head. I sagged into his touch.

“You’ve done so well, (Y/N),” he said gently. He pulled my head up to look at him. “But you still haven’t given me anything in return. What do you say, huh? You gonna join us, or no?” I looked him in those rich, hazel eyes. If he wasn’t a criminal, wasn’t a complete fucked-in-the-head arsehole, he could be devastatingly handsome.

“N-n… no…” I managed. Teddy tutted. He placed a long finger on the first knife in my thigh, since numbed by the hours it had been in there for. “P-please –“

“All this, and you still think you can beg?” he whispered, crouching down a little. I eyed him, waiting for the blow. Instead, he pulled the knife slowly out of my thigh and pressed a wad of gauze to it. “I’m disappointed, (Y/N). Really.” He went through the same motion with each knife, removing, pressing gauze, bandaging.

“I need a doctor,” I choked out at one point, when he pulled the tiny paring knife from my arm. Teddy shook his head.

“Not for this, you don’t.”

“It – infection –“ I couldn’t breathe. Teddy pressed the wound a little tighter than he maybe needed to. He gave me a cold glare.

“Do you really think I’d go to all this trouble just to let fucking infection take you?” he murmured, licking his lip. “No. I’m killing you, if you gotta die.” He waited until the blood flow had stopped to untie my hands. I was absolutely, utterly useless. Neither leg would work, and any movement sent a fresh little trickle of blood down the front of my police uniform trousers. I didn’t dare look at my arms, or the blood soaked into the sleeves. But he was gentle with me as he lifted me up and helped me to the back of the room, where there was a door, I obviously hadn’t seen since it was behind me.

My head rolled. I was losing consciousness. The pain wasn’t a bother now; I’d gone past the point of registering anything further in that regard. But the blood loss was getting to me for sure. Teddy’s grip was sure, though, and he supported almost all of my weight.

“Ted-dy,” I whimpered, but I couldn’t lift my arm up to cling to him. He seemed to understand what I needed, though, and adjusted his grip to get me into the bathroom.

“You’re doing great, (Y/N), just a little farther,” he murmured, encouraging me to the low bathtub. It was set into the floor, thankfully. “Can you step down by yourself, or no?” I shook my head with the little strength I had. My head rested on his shoulder. “Alright. Come on, you can do it.”

With careful manoeuvring on his part, Teddy managed to lay me down gentle into the bathtub. The cold ceramic was bliss against my hot skin. He pulled out a pair of scissors, and panic rose.

“N-no – no, no more for today, please T-Teddy –“

“Hush, (Y/N). These aren’t for you. They’re for your clothes.” The relief that washed over me as he started to cut my clothes off was enough that I didn’t care to feel embarrassed being eventually completely naked in front of him. And he didn’t seem to care either, as he ran some warm water and started cleaning the blood off me. It was methodical, his touch featherlight and gentle around each wound, which he carefully cleaned. He wasn’t joking. Infection wasn’t going to take me when he could. He wasn’t going to let it happen. I watched him for a little bit, his shirt sleeves rolled up revealing tattoo sleeves that were like a druglord’s fever dream. Wolf heads fighting each other, double dice, eight balls, various parts of the city, different letters and numbers that mean something to him… And a tally system that had two more marks on it, both covered by a tiny square of clingfilm. Despite being fairly skinny, he had muscular forearms. Perhaps there was a sleeper build beneath those shirts…

“Are you going to do this every time?” I asked quietly. I wasn’t entirely sure my voice had left my throat.

“Every time you’re bleeding, yeah,” he said softly. “But there are so many ways to cause you pain, baby. I don’t need to cut up that pretty little face of yours to make you eventually take the knee.” He rinsed his hands off, taking a clean cloth and wetting it. “I’ll do whatever it fucking takes to get you to submit to the hierarchy. And then you’re gonna get your other friend, the one I didn’t kill yesterday, to do the same.” He pushed the hair back from my face and started cleaning whatever traces remained from the blood, sweat and tears that had coated me for far too long. “I know you feel guilty for your friend. Consider this your repayment. You take this, you join us… and I’ll let Quincy live.”

I realised exactly what this was without needed a prompt. He was giving me an out. He was giving me information that I could use to stop him. And he was doing so willingly.

Mercy.

“B-but you’re criminals,” I whispered. “I c-can’t – there’s – it’s…” I fought for a word. Apparently, the side of my brain that created anything was a bit slow.

“Shhh,” Teddy murmured. “I don’t want you to speak unless you’re gonna tell me what I wanna fucking here, alright?” He squeezed some of the water through my hair. The cool trickle on my scalp was heaven. “Will you join me, baby? Or are you gonna keep fighting me?” I couldn’t reply. I was losing myself in the gentleness of it all. Even the dull throbbing thud in each thigh and bicep was oddly therapeutic. A reminder that I was still alive. Still fighting. And I guess that meant still fighting Teddy fucking Lobo.

He didn’t press me for a reply. He drained the tub, lifted me carefully out with a towel like one does a baby, and wrapped me up. He carried me bridal-style through to an antechamber, a small room that looked more like a prison cell, a low bed in the corner. He put me down and, rather efficiently for someone who didn’t have children or any other reason to be able to dress another human, he had me in a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt and hoodie that must have been his. They had to be. They were too nice to have been randomly-bought for a prisoner, and my capture hadn’t seemed planned. He lay me down on the bed and stood up fully.

“Think about it. Really think about it, alright?” He turned to leave.

“Teddy?” I asked, before he could reach the door. Teddy turned back.

“Mm?”

“Will you kill me eventually? Or are you going to enjoy it too much?”

“I’ll enjoy it regardless,” he smiled. “But if you’re looking like a lost cause, I might put you out of your fucking misery.”

#Teddy Lobo #Tedward Lobo #Renfield #Teddy Lobo x Reader #Dracula

[lapinmiel]

Mirror, Mirror

Felix and OC (Female), 1,8K. (Part 1)

Phoebe’s life was never one of an adventure, even as a vampire — after being discovered by the Volturi for her talent, she finds herself running away from the world’s most powerful organization, and soon she finds herself in a complete lie and truth situation, with the anchor of her lover leading her to his side.

Part 1, Part 2

None of the nights were calm anymore, it was always a chaser behind, and there was always an obstacle to be faced ahead. Days were filled with blood and dread, and she wished she could close her eyes for a night and never wake up again.

He called it “teenage dread” which made her very sad and furious, because she had been alive for fifty years now, how the hell could she have a teenage dread now? She had never heard it before anyway, she was past her teens — more like early twenties, but she didn’t remember her birthday. Her thoughts were like water droplets in a bucket of water swaying left to right, purely disordered.

And now, she was dealing with another threat: the damn Volturi were after her.

The night they realized there was a vampire out there who could mirror any talent was the night her life as a free vampire had ended. She had never seen the Volturi before, but she’d heard about them from Saladin’s stories, and all those were horrible. From executing clans to poaching lone vampires, they gained form as soulless monsters in her imagination, and she was not ready to face them.

And when the night of her planned poaching had come, she was surprised, because even Jane, the little one was a monster in her mind but, she was barely half of her height, which made things complicated for her. She knew she could kill Jane in a heartbeat, it was one of her skills after all, but would she feel comfortable killing a child? She didn’t know, but she realized she would have to do it one day rather quickly.

“Phoebe.” Jane’s dead, stone-cold voice had traveled the air and reached her. “I propose you join us, and we will let your creator be free.”

It wasn’t an easy choice. It wasn’t a choice. Saladin had told her before, the Volturi does not forgive. The Volturi does not tell the truth. If she joined them, Saladin would be dead by dawn, and she would have to spend her whole life serving for three marble like (but much uglier) creatures to death. Her aspirations didn’t fit theirs, and her sense of freedom definitely wasn’t a thing that they could inspire. It wasn’t the right band of people to be sent to offer a union anyway, a little agony machine, a man with eyes of mischief and another one with a door like figure that looked like it would take him a single wrong lettering of a name to crush your skull to a jelly. Besides, the men looked slightly attractive, and it wasn’t for the easy lover like Phoebe to resist men like that easily.

She refused. No hesitation was found in her noise, no twitching of hands — and in a second of leaves falling from the trees, she felt thousands of needles trying to penetrate through her skin. Her mind took action in an instant and the three vampires fell on the ground. She used the chance to turn around and tell Saladin to run away, but he had already, and when she tried running, she felt something around her neck.

The arm, or whatever it was that choked her, felt like a tight rope, much like when she was drowning in her human life. She tried putting her hand around it, but the force was far too powerful for her to slip her hand.

Then she acted out on her instinct, and kicked the figure behind her. The arm around her neck loosened, and she used the moment to run away.

It had been five days since the night happened, and they hadn’t stopped for more than two hours. “If we stop, they will find us.” Saladin had said to her earlier, he told her that the shorter man was called Dimitri, and he could find anyone, anywhere. He couldn’t risk staying in a place more than a couple of hours because he knew the Volturi would bring a whole army to poach Phoebe, and it wouldn’t matter whether his shield would be working or not. They had penetrators anyway, and he wasn’t looking to die in at least three hundred years from that moment on. They were running for hours, hunting, and running again. Saladin knew the Volturi were tracking their footsteps, and Demetri was on their necks like a crow.

It had been three hours since they’d stopped on a mountain in north Asia, and soon, it was going to be the time to move.

Phoebe had been thinking to say something for days, and the mountain range, which she didn’t know the name at, gave her the feeling of what would happen if I said, it doesn’t matter, and she wanted to go for it.

“You know what, Saladin.” She said in a breath. Saladin was busy with finishing his food. “I’m gonna say it.”

He looked up with curious eyes.

Phoebe poked the hand of her victim on the ground to fend off nervousness.

“You are the reason that we are running away now.” She looked up at Saladin. His eyes showed no emotion other than curiosity. “If you hadn’t put your shield down on the forest, we wouldn’t be here. We would be looking for Zareen like you wished.”

Saladin, licking the blood on his lips, got up and stood on the place like a mannequin. Phoebe was relieved now, because her thoughts had reached the belonging place, and now she could deal with his bickering for a couple of days. Better than keeping thoughts in a locked up place.

“Well, I am.” Much to her surprise, Saladin wasn’t angry. “But you must accept that it wasn’t intentional. I was distracted by the human. If I wasn’t, nothing would have happened.”

“Yeah, that’s the point.” She said. “If you weren’t. You should keep your guard up all times. You hadn’t one time, and we are being hunted down by the Volturi and you are probably going to get burned like a witch at a stake as if it was the Middle Ages!”

“I’m not you, Phoebe! My talent doesn’t work on its own, I have to focus on it.”

“I know.” She was feeling guilty for telling him what she thought now. It felt ungrateful.

“It doesn’t matter. We will survive this.” Saladin took a step towards her and put his hand on her shoulder. “We are going to find Zareen, and we are going to erase our existence from our world.”

He smiled, and embraced her tightly.

She knew it wasn’t completely his fault. She knew that it was a distraction that caused this all, yet, she couldn’t forgive him completely. No, it wasn’t a matter of forgiveness — it just felt wrong. It felt wrong that after living fifty years in peace, she now had to run away, and if they couldn’t find Zareen, they had to do it for their whole life. God knew how long would that be.

She was already getting bored with her life. Living in the shadows, hunting people, overpowering every being on the planet, being indestructible. A weakness was lacking, and her talent didn’t help at all. She was presumably the luckiest person in existence, and perfection was boring after spending decades being it.

After Saladin released her from his hug, they started running again. Hours and minutes were as light as a bird’s feathers, and later, they found themselves in the southern regions of the continent.

After hours of running, they stopped again, another mountain by a big city. Saladin felt like the place was quiet enough for him to catch any sound that sounded peculiar, and Phoebe thought that the trail around the mountain was the perfect place to hunt humans. They quickly ran around the mountain for a possible prey, and they fed on him to his last drop of blood once they found him. Within seconds, they felt powerful again.

In that little euphoria of feeding, Phoebe caught the glimpse of a plane flying right above their head. Her eyes glimmered. She turned and looked at Saladin to see whether he was thinking the same thing, but no, he definitely was thinking about his meal.

“Saladin.” Her voice brought surprise to Saladin again.

When he looked at her, she pointed upwards to the plane, but still, Saladin’s eyes were oblivious as ever. Maybe it is his old age, she thought.

“We can use planes.”

Saladin furrowed his brows.

“We can use planes to stop the Volturi from finding us. We’ll sneak into the cargo compartments during take off, and you’ll use your shield throughout the journey. When we land, we feed and look for Zareen. Then the Volturi will be confused.”

Saladin finally understood. Phoebe often felt like following him was a mistake, because despite his brilliant plans, he was often too slow at understanding her plans.

“They won’t be able to track us without thinking that something is wrong.”

“Yes!” Phoebe’s excitement was flowing through her veins. “No vampire uses technology. And I wasn’t born a thousand years ago.”

Saladin gave a quick smile. They agreed on the plan, and they quickly finished their meals. They arrived at the airport soon after. Phoebe offered playing a little game to choose which plane to sneak in, but Saladin, being his no-bullshit self, refused it, and choose the biggest plane. The logic behind it wasn’t clear to Phoebe, because he had never traveled by plane before, how could he know which plane flew where? Phoebe didn’t know it either, but judging from the size, it was likely going to America.

The plane they chose came to the runway about an hour later. They were waiting by the airport fences. When he felt ready, Saladin told Phoebe to run and lead him. She did as he wanted — just when the plane was about to start its engines, she run and entered the plane from the back tires.

The space was enormous, and Saladin look terrified. He knew he wouldn’t die even if something happened, and he knew that planes were completely safe after what Phoebe told him about them, but being in such a foreign object was giving him an extremely uneasy feeling, as if he was a human again and was sick with nausea. Taking off part felt like he was flying, not the machine, and after spending long hours, lading felt like falling.

The terror in his eyes when Phoebe told him to hold on to somewhere on the top of the compartment was remarkable, and Phoebe couldn’t contain her laughter when he saw him looking like a little scared puppy. While they were holding to the cables and parts of the plane, the tires got lowered, and for once Saladin felt thankful for his vampirism. At least I won’t be crushed by this thing, he thought.

Just as when the plane was getting out of the runway, Phoebe and Saladin jumped off the plane and run to the nearest fences. They jumped through them, and started running again.

It took a couple of seconds for Phoebe to realize it wasn’t morning and that they didn’t have to run away. She slowed down and told Saladin to do the same too. He came close to her to get her in his shield.

But it didn’t take long. The feelings that settled in Phoebe was not relaxation, but fear.

Because the signs on the streets didn’t read any English words. The people around them were not speaking English either. It was melodic, much more than her own language. And it was terrific too, because they were trying to run away from their hunters, not land in their homeland.

From the Writer: Just a heads up, my first language is not English and I struggle with choosing tenses when writing. If you see “had been” mixed with “was” or thing like that, please inform me. I can’t really differentiate them. By the way, Phoebe is not read the regular “Phee-bee” way, it’s more like “Pho-ee-bee”, because that’s how I pronounce it lol.

#twilight #volturi #felix #aro #fanfiction #imagine #bella swan #edward cullen #renesmee #vampire #new moon #eclipse #breaking dawn #midnight sun #alice cullen #jasper hale #rosalie hale #emmett cullen #esme cullen #carlisle cullen #charlie swan #jacob black #billy black #mirror mirror

[jjyusmile]

full moon | eric sohn

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ meltingjukyu’s spooky season ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

pairing: shifter!eric x {gender neutral} reader!

words: 2.7k

notes: this was requested by @dinosvvrs​ ♥ as the final instalment of my spooky season prompt list!

notes: i need to stop myself from falling in love with this boy ,,, fluffy and energetic, just like our maknae!

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾  ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

you checked your phone and nothing had changed. the swirls of paint that had been brushed against your canvas were beginning to dry under the harsh light of the art room. getting impatient, you took one of your favourite strawberry jellies from your pocket and popped it into your mouth; the obnoxious ticking that came from the clock by the door drew you to count the seconds that went past: 11:48pm.

his baseball practice was going on longer than usual.

when your best friend was practicing baseball, late-night hideaways in your safe space weren’t uncommon, especially coming up to exam season. you found yourself drawn out of the library and into the art room when times got too stressful for you to handle; your frustration made for colourfully beautiful strokes on a page.

as you wandered down the corridor with your rucksack slung over your shoulder, you hummed along to the music playing through your headphones. the opaque white hue that lit the corridors was almost blinding that the moment you stepped out of the building, a wave of relaxation hit you -- as did the droplets of rain that fell from the sky. checking your phone again, you huffed and tucked it back into your pocket. the walk from the arts building to your apartment wasn’t too long because you walked across the baseball field, something your best friend taught you in your first year, cutting off around five minutes of your journey. flooded with lights, the path along the field led close to the fan stands that lined the diamond; mixed in with the dampening air, the smell of fresh paint overwhelmed your senses as you noticed the outline of white around the playing field. the overwhelming sense of pride filled you as you wandered along the path, catching a look at home base through the rain that threatened to fall quicker. the moment triggered a memory of the way your best friend slid in with three seconds to go -- he won the season that day.

the sound of clattering brought you out of your daze as you stopped in your tracks. taking out one headphone, your eyes flickered around every part of the field to assess your surroundings -- I definitely I heard something? 

stepping your foot closer in the direction of the noise you heard, another loud crash sounded in the same direction. a shadow of an animal on all fours darted out from behind the seating stand at the speed of light and into the trees that lurked around the back of the field.

you sped up slightly to see what had happened -- most likely a stray dog has gotten into the rubbish they kept behind the stands. poor thing, you thought.

the area behind the stands of seats was hidden away from the outfield lights as the bins were cast away in the shadows. as you approached, you noticed the subtle glimmer of moonlight as droplets fell from the sky and into the puddles that formed on the ground.

a low rumbling sounded from the direction you were headed in that caused you to stop in your tracks once more. perhaps the animal left behind its family?

sneaking up to the edge of the wall, you peered around the back of the stand, careful not to startle any animal that was left behind. was it a deer? a raccoon? you attempted to quieten your breathing as your heart quickened its pace in your chest.

a shadow, flickering slightly, told you there was something back there, and your mind screamed at you to turn back… what would eric do in this situation? … where even was eric…

the moment your mind wandered to your best friend, the shadows head flicked in your direction, two piercing eyes broke the darkness with a yellow glow. in a flash, you slapped your hand across your mouth to stop any unnecessary noise from attracting the creature. your back hit the wall as you squeezed your eyes shut. the vivid memory of piercing yellow eyes floated in your mind -- that creature wasn’t on all fours… was it a human?

you heard a quiet rustling once more and focused your attention to your hearing, eyes squeezed shut in the hopes that you wouldn’t get caught. your chest heaved up and down in a panic -- if you moved now, it might hear you. moments had passed and the rustling sound had ceased; it had become eerily quiet but you were too afraid to open your eyes just yet.

droplets of rain that once ran down your face had stopped too and warmth ran over your body. opening your eyes, you were met with bright blue ones only inches from your own; they held their training jacket over your head to block you from the rain.

eric.

“what are you doing out here? do you know what time it is?” he scolded -- the furrow in his brow ever prominent. that was much like your best friend, a day wouldn’t go by without him worrying about you constantly.

“I- ... be quiet,” you rushed, more afraid that the creature might come to get eric more than yourself.

“what are you talking about? come on, let’s get you home…” he started.

you pulled your hand away as he went to grab your wrist in an attempt to pull you toward your apartment. “stop. listen to me, please. you need to be quiet, eric. please.”

the shadow lurked in your mind for a moment and a chill ran down your spine despite the odd warmth that radiated from eric. his eyes flicked between your own in concern as he scanned over your face. as he pulled away to see what you were talking about, you grabbed at the fabric of his shirt, pulling his chest closer to you so you had his attention.

“I think there’s something over there by the rubbish…” you began, a wave of worry washing over you once more as you voiced your concern about what you saw moments ago.

at that moment, something you thought was a figment of your imagination became reality. it only took a second for you to look into your best friend’s eyes and notice a flicker of the yellow hue that haunted your mind…

as you began to pull away, his palm, warmer than before, held onto your wrist. his irises, now fading back to blue, were prominent in the moonlight. his gaze was warm, nothing like how it was moments before in the shadows.

“it was you…” you began, realisation washing over you like the shower coming from the sky.

he looked up for a moment. the dusty light of the midnight moon washed over his face in beautiful streams, his sharp features accentuated in the subtle shadows. he was still dressed in his baseball training kit as small beads of sweat stuck to his temples and tufts of his slightly damp blonde hair fell into his eyes.

he inhaled slowly and turned his gaze away from his maker to flicker between your own -- would you hate him if you knew?

bravely, he grabbed your hands from their steel grip in his shirt and held them against his chest. this is what he did when you were thinking irrationally -- but this time he knew, you had every right to think irrationally.

you took in a breath for what felt like the first time in minutes and relaxed your shoulders.

“you have some explaining to do.”

that was how you both ended up sitting on the top step of the stands under the cover, hidden from the moon and raindrops.

eric had draped his jacket over your shoulders in an attempt to warm you up as you found it difficult to be too close to him at this time.

you tapped your fingers against the denim on your knees in anticipation. you had so many questions whirling around your mind and didn’t know what to ask next.

“so, the blue contacts?”

he turned his head to the left to gaze at you with curiosity. he was expecting the usual questions about his other half but you were more curious about the little things.

“the blue contacts hide the yellow that overpowers my irises in the change. I can control it really well most of the time but sometimes a minor mishap can make them glow. most of the time, they turn from blue to a subtle green… the blue from the contacts mixes with my true eyes to make green… science.”

you huffed. smart ass.

“so what about just now? you’re wearing the contacts and I could still see the yellow shining through them…” you played with the fray of string that hung from the hole you had made in your jeans -- a habit you had when in a difficult situation.

“on full moons, it’s difficult to hide my true self. the strength is too powerful for something like a contact lens to hide.” a subtle smirk played on his lips and your chest felt more at ease -- this was the eric you knew.

suddenly, he was no longer eric sohn, star pitcher and college heartthrob… he became the best part about him… eric sohn, your best friend and all-round charmer. his smile could ease any anxiety that arose in any situation.

a sudden shiver stormed through your body and the visible action caused eric to move closer to you. you hadn’t noticed the warmth that radiated from his body before.

“the animal that ran away before… were they also a shifter?” you quizzed, turning your head to gaze out at the field ahead.

“that was my cousin. she’s is still going through transition -- it takes around three months... so three full moons after you turn eighteen for a shifter to complete their transition. I was trying to help her gain control over it, but she began to lash out and I think she was afraid she’d hurt me as I was still in this wonderful form you know and love.” he nudged your shoulder affectionately to lighten the mood. “so she ran away… I texted her to let me know how she gets on. but she’s got this, we all did it.”

you nodded your head, unable to say much as you processed the information. many questions were at the tip of your tongue waiting for eric’s answer. he squeezed your shoulder supportively.

“and how did you know it was me?” you pondered after a while, something you had thought about the moment your eyes opened and melted into his own.

he took his hand from around your shoulder and began to rummage in the pocket of his coat. within seconds, he pulled out the small blue packaging you had placed in there when you first sat down on the steps.

a look of confusion washed over your face and eric’s eyes crinkled as a grin formed on his face.

“strawberry jellies. your number one favourite snack… and the smell that lingers on you the most.”

he had the sudden urge to smooth out the furrow that made its way onto your brow more prominently. he lifted the hand unoccupied by the best snack in the world and grazed his thumb between your eyebrows, almost absentmindedly, as he began to explain.

“as shifters, we have heightened senses. especially wolves like me. it’s not what you’re thinking -- we aren’t like those wolves in twilight or anything, we just have an excellent sense of smell and recognise where the scent comes from quicker than your average human.”

his hand had made its way along your collarbone, distracted. eric wasn’t afraid to show his affection to you anymore; he didn’t have anything more to hide from you. it was no secret that he had loved you since you were kids -- the mere fact that he was a shifter inhibiting him from ever pursuing anything. but that hindrance vanished the moment you opened your eyes back there.

he dragged his hand down your back and reached to grab your hand; it still shook slightly but as his fingers intertwined with your own, your shaking hand stopped.

the silence wasn’t deafening. he knew you were trying to process everything he had just told you. yet, your mind, whirling a mile an hour, was conflicted between processing the information and registering the touching moments eric has shared with you in the last few minutes. an overwhelming love for him washed over you the moment you realised he was still eric -- perhaps it was a love that was always there, it just needed a nudge to rise to the surface.

“thank you,” he snapped you out of your trace, his gaze locked and memorising all of your features. “thank you for understanding all of this… I know it’s a lot.”

you went to open your mouth but he interrupted you --

“and I’m sorry.” he looked down at your intertwined fingers for a moment, wondering how to phrase his next sentence. “I should have told you a long time ago but I was just scared that you’d look at me like I had grown two heads every time you saw me.”

your fingers squeezed his in an attempt to make him look back up at you. and when he did, any words you were about to say got stuck in your throat. he looked so vulnerable, almost puppy-like… but you’d never tell him that because he’d claim you were being stereotypical in a snarky but charming way.

you shook the thought from your mind as you looked down at your hands too, a small smile graced your lips.

“thank you for trusting me.”

a smile reached his lips to match your own. the temperature of his body automatically warming as if his temperature depended on his mood -- maybe it did, and you had all the time in the world to find out.

as your thoughts ran absentmindedly, you were drawn out of it by eric’s next move.

he brought your intertwined fingers up to his face as he rested his chin against the back of your hand. his eyes fixed on your own in a loving gaze; they locked longer than usual. any apprehension that clouded eric’s mind washed away the moment a smile beamed against your lips just for him. he drew his chin away from your hand and replaced it with a brush of his lips, causing goosebumps to trail up your forearm.

but in typical eric fashion, the whisper of a kiss turned into his teeth jokingly grazing around your wrist. you pulled away with a high pitch squeal, his jacket dropping from your shoulders in your attempt to get away.

startled by your amused reaction, he reached down to grab the fallen piece of clothing and darted up onto his feet in an attempt to catch you.

“hey! I wasn’t really going to bite you.” it took at least a lap around the field for you to grow tired, hair drenched by the sudden opening of the heavens. your giggle echoed across the diamond as eric chased you, a foot in toe the whole time as he jokingly failed to catch you.

as you came to a halt, eric’s beaming smile swept your attention from any game you were playing. he strode toward you with childlike glee and pulled you into his side as he wandered toward your apartment and out of the field.

as you passed through the gate, his hands held your shoulders from behind; the small gap in the entranceway attempting to make him lose contact… not on his watch.

“did you really think I was going to bite you?” amusement laced his voice as he smirked in your direction.

“uhh- no…” your voice cracked a little as the 0.08% of you that really believed he was going to bite you seeped through.

he chuckled loudly, throwing his head back as his arm reached around your shoulders once more. as his laughter died down, he leant in to whisper to you -- the proximity of his lips grazing your ear sending shivers along your back.

“I promise, I wasn’t going to bite you… yet.”

and with that, he darted away from you and his laughter echoed through the air as you chased him the whole way home.

#deobiwritersnet #tbznetwork #the boyz eric #tbz eric #eric sohn #eric #eric fluff #tbz eric fluff #tbz one shot #tbz fluff #i'm in myfeels #don't touch me

[safefromsin]

the path.

                                              sara was not forced to walk the path. 

as promised, joseph sent sara with his sister faith where she was brought further into the bliss. there, she was safe. she was home. she didn’t have to worry about her friends anymore and she could finally be at peace... however, her peace had to be earned. in order to prove herself, to show her commitment to the project, sara had to walk the path and complete the pilgrimage. faith prepared her, sharing the father’s words and teachings with the newest member of their flock. sara listened, but there was always a part of her that had questions, but the bliss took care of that, silencing her curiosity and her concerns with that achingly sweet green haze. 

once faith believed sara was ready they made the trip to the father’s statue. out of the thick fog of the bliss sara could see more clearly, but the drug still hollowed her vision, eased her into an unnatural state of calm. she marveled at the statue for only a moment before she was guided down the beaten trail towards the cabins. faith instructed her to wait in the cabin on the right and when she heard a knock on the door her journey would begin and someone would be there to help guide her. sara complied. what struck her as she entered the cabin was the overpowering stench of old piss and excrement. there were used bed pans on the floor, the kind found at hospitals, and sara gagged from the smell. bunk beds contained stained sheets and smears she wouldn’t question. and beneath the ungodly smells was also the musty smell of decay, of worn out clothing and bodies spent too long in the heat. 

she wanted to cry. it was all too much and she was left wondering why --- why would they put her here? she made her choice and yet she was being tested... out of the corner of her eye sara spotted a note near the back of the cabin. her curiosity dragged her towards it and her name was in the note’s heading: 

my dearest sara, 

you felt ignored by your country, abandoned by your so-called friends, you were drowning in loneliness. and god sent you to me.  i offer my hand in friendship, to you who is willing, to you who embrace my family and bring me into your heart, let it be known that you are now one of us. walk the path. read the stones laid upon it to learn of my message and my love. and in this way, we will be united. 

yours faithfully,  joseph 

sara read the note over three more times, assuring herself the words were real and not hallucination from the bliss. how willing the father was to accept her into his flock left her with a creeping feeling of dread, like she’d be left out in the cold, a chill seeping deep into her bones. on some level she knew this was wrong. she’d seen how people were forced to take the bliss, her and her friends included. they were forced to comply, and yet... was what the father offered so wrong...? he spoke of the way the world was turning on itself and he offered a chance at peace, at salvation. he was saving them. faith had taught her that. faith showed her the way. but her doubts continued, buzzing in her head like a mosquito she couldn’t seem to kill. 

a sharp knock echoed in the cabin. 

“we’re ready for you,” said a voice on the other side of the door. sara placed the note back on the ground where she found it and she moved towards the door. only then did she notice a body curled up in the corner of the cabin. the person, their face covered by an oversized hood, groaned quietly, seemingly unaware of her presence. she wanted to help them, to see if they were alright, but the knocking continued. the door opened and before she could get a word in, her arm was grabbed, dragging her back into the sunlight. a man she didn’t recognize gripped her arm in his gloved hand, a rifle clutched in the other. for a moment she thought he might use it on her, but he released her, pushing her towards the gravel path. 

“start walking,” he said gruffly. sara didn’t argue, moving as instructed and pausing only when she spotted the first stone. 

i. the call  joseph seed hears the voice. it calls on him to become a leader to give hope to wayward souls. 

sara read the words, but did not linger on them. not yet. not when the man and his rifle were so close. she started on the path, walking carefully as not to trip on any loose gravel or lose her footing on the stepping edges of the walkway. she wasn’t use to the bliss and it was of no help for her balance, but she pressed on. 

it soon became apparent the man and his rifle weren’t there to force her down the path, but rather to protect her from its dangers. wild animals, animals she’d only ever seen on tv or online, threatened her. the first she came across was a wolf. the creature must’ve finished a meal as its muzzle was red and dripping was blood. it snarled at the approaching pair, defending what was left of the meat at it hind legs. sara only had to look once to see the wolf was guarding the body of a person. she froze, but the guard stepped forward, sending a warning shot at the wolf’s feet. the creature yelped and fled, not risking its life without the help of its pack. 

the other animals weren’t so lucky. as sara continued on the path, reading each stone in turn, the guard shot down any creature that came too close. the air reeked of blood and sara drew further within herself, trying to process the carnage. the ache in her legs was not helping. the sun was beginning to dip into the horizon and she had only stopped once to take a drink of water offered by the guard. her entire body ached now and she begged the guard for rest. he would not allow it. the path must be walked in full. the pain would help her see, it would show her what it was like to suffer, and only then would she find her faith in the father, would she finally see. 

the longer she walked the more delirious she became. at one point during the night she thought she heard faith. the siren’s song seeped into her mind, echoing there, giving her the peace she so desperately wanted. not long after that she saw a flicker of green, of a lace dress in the corner of her eye. faith giggled and disappeared. she was hallucinating. she was going crazy. some part of sara knew it was from the bliss or the dehydration or the lack of food or all three, but the image of sister faith still haunted because she felt so... real. like faith was there at her side, guiding her down the path. 

sara staggered after the ninth stone. she collapsed to the ground and the guard behind her only scoffed. 

“if you can’t carry on, i’ll leave you for the wolves,” he said. 

her limbs had gone numb, the bones in her legs turning to jelly, and she sat on the ground where she fell, breathing harshly. if she stayed here she would die. if she stayed here she would not find a place in joseph’s family. if she stayed here she would not be welcomed home. sara bit down and forced herself to a stand, pushing forward, dragging herself down that never ending path. she was a fighter. she was a survivor. and if this was what it took to bring her to her new home then she would fight through it, no matter how her body begged for her to stop. 

the hallucinations worsened. she no longer saw faith, but first alex... and then hannah. alex was walking alongside her, silent for some time. when sara reached out to him, her hand went through his shoulder. he looked to her then. 

you needed to move on, sara. did you think we’d stick around forever? 

grow up, sara, hannah echoed, standing ahead on the path. her gaze never left sara, following her like a hawk would follow prey in the grass below its perch. we’re not your family. 

she couldn’t cry. she was too tired, but still her heart ached. 

and when we’re gone, what will you have left? 

nothing. 

nothing. 

you’ll be alone. 

you won’t have anyone. 

all alone. 

their voices had blended together, hissing at her, their words like venom in her veins. sara wanted to cry out, to tell them to stop, but what good would it do? they were right. and she needed to prove herself, to continue on the path if she were to find people who really loved her, who accepted her for her faults, who would never abandon her. never... abandon... 

all at once alex and hannah faded away and the last stone was in sight. 

xiii. the garden  after seven years, the gates are opened to a changed world and the father’s chosen inherit our new garden. 

she could... she could be among them. the new world... she could be one of the chosen to see it. in her delirium, she smiled. she had reached the end of the path. she had proven herself worthy. every part of her was begging for rest, but this was the end. this was where she would find her new home. a new spark of energy surged in her bones and she picked up her slogging pace, staggering up the last few steps back towards the father’s statue. faith is waiting at the base of it, music erupting from the speakers above. sara didn’t know if it was the real herald standing there, but she didn’t care. upon seeing her newfound sister, sara collapsed to her knees before her, resting her forehead against her legs, clinging desperately to the hem of her dress. she reeked of sweat and dirt and exhaustion, but she didn’t care. she was home now. 

faith’s fingers combed gently through her hair, picking out bits of grime from her wavy locks. 

“what did you learn, sara?” faith asked, her voice as soft as that of an angel. 

“the father...” sara began, nearly choking on her words as the tears began to fall, staining rosy cheeks. “the father loves me... he accepts me... i want to serve the father... i welcome him into my new life...” 

above the lyrics of the song are clearly now, words sung in the cold night air: 

shield me from sadness from worry and madness lead me to the bliss... 

                                                        “---welcome, sister.” 

#OOC (save) #WRITING (drabble) #TIMELINE (enter eden's gate) #i finally did the thiiiiiing wow #as for the 'leap of faith' #.... i dunno man #i still think that's part of a hallucination #because no one could survive that #and only the 'unworthy' are pushed from the top of the statue #i think the ones that completed the path and showed they truly want to be apart of the cult #wouldn't have to take that leap??? #i could be so off #but i can tell you right now sara would not survive it #so this is the version we're going with as far as rp canon goes

[darlingpetao3]

Good Girl (EoWells x Reader)

Rating: M (Smut)

Summary: Harrison comes home late from work and sees you looking deliciously innocent. Tonight, he decides to introduce you to a whole new side of him (and yourself).

A/N: Can someone help check me into a convent, please? And we’re taking @letyourimaginationrun with us because she’s the one who inspired me to write this and “ruined” my day!

~gif does not belong to me - all credit to the owner(s)~

You wander aimlessly around the house in your bare feet this evening after dinner by yourself. Harrison had been working late at the lab (you had taken the day off) and you almost thought he might not come home. He always works himself so hard as the head of Team Flash, catching all those bad metas, all the while helping Barry to get faster. And if anyone could increase Barry’s speed, it was Harrison.

Well, Eobard. But you were so used to calling him by his alias all this time, so it kind of stuck, and he didn’t really mind.

When the sound of the front double doors open, you stop in your tracks, standing there in your short pyjama shorts, tank top, and ponytail. Harrison is home!

He rolls in on his wheelchair, and the moment the doors close, he’s up and making his way straight to you. His smile was weary at first, probably from the long day of meta chasing, but once he has you in his arms, it brightens tenfold.

“So, how was today?” you ask. “Did I miss anything vital?”

“Not even remotely,” Harrison replies. Then he pulls away for a second to take in your appearance. “Mmm, love this look you have going on here.”

You giggle. “Yeah, right.”

He gives you a look. “No. Really. I’m serious.”

You have to look down at yourself, at what you’re wearing. Hmm. Well, whatever floats his boat…

Thinking your man could use a little sit down after his gruelling work day, you lead him over to the sofa while you fix him his favourite drink. Harrison takes the drink from you but sets it down on the coffee table instead. He then pats his lap, wanting you to take a seat. Your cheeks feel a little warm, but you do as he wants because Harrison always seems to know what’s best. He plays absentmindedly with the drawstrings of your shorts.

“You’re such a good girl, you know that?” he says, taking his voice down a notch lower than normal. Now he’s playing with your hair, wrapping strands around his finger then unravelling them. “Not once, have you alerted the team of my secret after all this time. And above all else, you continue to love me through it all. You are my very, very good girl.”

His hand moves to feel your burning up cheek. You nuzzle into it, closing your eyes. This man will be your undoing without question. You go to run your hands through his hair, knowing he loves this, while Harrison peppers little kisses to your neck and even nibbles lightly on your earlobe.

“I can’t come home to you looking like that and not feel this way,“ he says. "Do you know how short these shorts are? God, the things you make me feel, (Y/N)…”

You’re losing it. You’re unwinding. “Harrison…” you sigh. His breath warms your ear as he lingers there. And then he almost growls his next words.

“I want you to call me Daddy.”

That’s when your eyes open wide.

“Wh-what?”

“You heard me,” he says with a smirk. Of course you heard him! He said the words so clearly it was impossible not to! Why is your heart racing? Why is it hard to find your breath?

Are you turned on by this?

If the area between your legs is any indication, it would seem very much so.

“Okay… Daddy…”

Your words come out breathlessly and you’re one hundred percent sure you’ve gone beet red right now. Honestly, saying it gives you this new kind of rush. Harrison smirks wickedly, running a thumb over your lips and you can’t help yourself when you take his thumb in your mouth, lightly sucking. His own pretty lips make a small "o” as if happily surprised.

“That’s my good girl.”

Harrison must see you’re full well more than liking this and he’s obviously loving what he’s creating here.

“You look so delicious…” You know Harrison’s not above taking you right here and now. But he gets this spark in his eyes, and in a blink of an eye, he speeds you both to the confines of your shared bedroom. In the short journey, your hair got totally messed up, so you unleash it from the elastic.

Harrison sits at the head of the bed and says in a deadly tone, “Keep it up.”

Your lips almost curl into a knowing smile, but you stop them and does as he says yet again. Now moving over to Harrison, who rests against the headboard, he helps you to straddle his lap. You can feel his largeness under you pressing against your inner thigh. Something uncontrollable in you takes over and you start to create some much-needed friction.

“Ooh, you like that, baby girl?”

He starts to devour your neck and you let out pleasant little sighs and small moans while keeping up with your grinding. Harrison seems extremely taken with your sounds. His hands rest on your hips, guiding you in your motions, but then they slowly move upward. This gives you goosebumps over your arms and you give an involuntary shiver. Harrison feels you do so.

“You like it when I touch you like this?” His voice is low and seductive and so hypnotizing. You can feel your heart racing at record speed in your chest.

It’s like a high.

“I love it when you touch me, Daddy.”

The secret Speedster looks impressed that you remembered the game.

“Good girl.”

And, thanks to the perks of dating a Speedster, Harrison makes your clothes disappear off your bodies before you could even say the word, and captures you underneath him. And oh, the friction feels even better now, God.

Harrison’s expert fingers slip between you to explore every inch of your need. He must like what he feels because his smile is all teeth.

“Baby, you’re so wet. So perfect for me… Are you ready for Daddy?”

You’re having trouble swallowing.

And breathing, for that matter.

“Yes…”

Harrison gives you a look.

“I’m s-so ready f-for you, Daddy.” He leans down to ghost his lips over yours, not quite touching.

“Say please.”

You shudder a breath into his mouth.

“Please, Daddy.”

The same desperation must surge through Harrison because in an instant he enters you with such urgency. Like he was waiting for that ‘please’. Your muscles constrict around his sheer size as he pushes into your tightness.

“So fucking tight,” he grunts. The veins in his arms and neck are starting to show. Each rough grind into you elicits a moan from your lips, except these moans sound like they should belong to a much naughtier girl. You need more of this. You need him harder.

You thrust up to meet Harrison and holy shit that’s what you needed. So you repeat. Repeat. Repeat.

“Ahh… shit…” you sputter out while shutting your eyes tightly.

“What awful language,” he chides. “Are you sure you’re my good girl?” Harrison’s thrusts get harder and deeper and Christ.

“Yes, yes, I’m your good girl. F-fuck, I’m your g-good girl!”

Everything inside you leading up to this point coils deep within you, setting you up for a perfect release. Your eyes roll back as you’re taken there, to that far off place. A ring of white light shines behind them. Harrison helps you ride out your mind blowing orgasm and you think you’re going to burst. You arch into him and he cradles you against his body.

When all is said and done, you fall back into the comfort of the soft bedsheets, feeling like you’re completely made of jelly. You have this feeling of Am I still on Earth?

Harrison is quick to pull you next to him and looks far too pleased with himself at what he’s done. He places a couple kisses to your shoulder. You hum with pure contentment.

The man continues to stare at you, and truly you are trying to keep your eyes open, to be here in the moment with him, but…

Your eyelids are heavy and droop to a close. The last thing you remember is another sweet kiss to your forehead.

***

Harrison watches you sleep so peacefully next to him.

Strands of hair have fallen in front of your face and Harrison carefully tucks them back behind your ear. This makes you shift in your sleep, snuffling into the pillow. He smiles softly. You’re so incredibly innocent to him and that’s something Harrison was drawn to about you instantly that fateful first day of meeting you.

He felt the overpowering need to protect you.

At all costs.

Because the truth was, he loves you fiercely. You have shown him a love he’s never known before. After learning the truth about him, you still showed him compassion and forgiveness.

Harrison, Eobard, will shield his precious good girl from all that is evil in the world.

He’s just afraid the day may come that he’ll need to shield you from himself…

#reader insert #harrison wells x reader #harrison wells imagine #harrison wells fanfiction #eowells x reader #eowells imagine #eobard thawne imagine #eobard thawne x reader #eobard thawne fanfiction #harrison wells #eobard thawne #the flash imagine #the flash fanfiction

[twopedalpushers]

Travel Update #4

Medellín to Ecuador

After a total of one month pedalling and one month sight seeing, we have finished the Colombian chapter of our trip and are now in Ecuador!

When I think about the second half of our journey through Colombia after leaving Medellín, it feels far less eventful than the first half of the trip. After 3 months in total on the bike by this point, we were now comfortable negotiating our way through Colombia and managed to avoid any silly mishaps.

After a few days in Medellín the overwhelming amount of pollution trapped in the valley started getting to me so I felt relieved to pedal onwards into the hilly, peaceful coffee region of Salento. Salento is near the Cocora Valley - home to the world’s largest palm trees! The whole region is kind of other-worldly and feels like it’s been ripped straight out of a Dr. Seuss novel.

We ended up having a peaceful Christmas here before cycling on to the loudest, brightest and most vibrant city in Colombia (in my opinion): Cali.

Cali is known as the ‘salsa capital of the world.’ I had a blasé attitude about this beforehand but I quickly changed my mind after a few days in the city. Salsa is life in Cali. It blasts out of every bar and restaurant. From 7pm onwards the streets come alive - everyone is out, even small children who stay up until the early hours of the morning, playing in the park while their parents sit down with a beer. Absolutely everyone knows how to salsa and clubs are bursting with dancing couples. We took a salsa class to feel like we fitted in but after an hour we realised that we were not naturally gifted at salsa. We salsa’d (clumsily) in the bars anyway and made up for our obvious lack of skill with passion.

We also happened to arrive when the ‘Feria de Cali’ was taking place - a 5 day festival from Boxing Day to New Year’s Eve where day after day, residents party and dance salsa on the streets to incredible live brass bands. It’s safe to say that Cali was a pretty entertaining place to spend New Year’s Eve.

Recently we have started using an app called ‘Warm Showers.’ It’s similar to couch surfing except that it’s only used by cycle-tourers looking to be hosted in the homes other bike enthusiasts. We arranged to stay with a lady called Laura in her house in Popayán - 140km south of Cali. In text messages beforehand she let us know that we would be ‘camping on her balcony’ as she didn’t have a spare room. Having done plenty of camping on the trip so far, we were happy with this offer and glad to have a night of free accommodation in the city. However, once we got there we discovered that her ‘balcony’ was her concrete attic space that’s main function was as a toilet for her two dogs. Being English and too polite to tell her that the space was unsuitable for human habitation, we set up our tent and tried to ignore the overpowering smell of years worth of dog urine. Almost a month later, the ground sheet of our tent still smells of the terrible aromas of that fateful night.

The one upside of staying with Laura was that she let us store our bikes in her house for a few days while we visited Max’s friends Dad, Fernando in San Agustin. The bad track and warnings of potential guerrilla activity in the region put us off cycling there so we took a bus. The track was so bad that it took 6 hours for the bus to travel 150km!

Staying with Fernando in the impressive wooden house that he built himself was incredibly peaceful and a good opportunity to rest and recuperate. We went on walks and ate fresh fruit and vegetables from his garden.

The road onwards from Popayán towards the border was where the real hard work started. We were now entering the Andes and cycled up to high altitudes proved to be quite difficult. Just as we would climb to 3000m altitude, the road would drop off and we would descend all the way back down to around 1000m. I understand that’s how mountains work but after half an hour of fun whizzing downhill it became demoralising to have to then climb all the way back up. The views of the valley below were spectacular which made all uphill climbing worthwhile. We took an alternate, quieter route through the mountains which had very little traffic, enabling us to stop and admire the green Colombian section of the Andes. Climbing a few thousand metres of elevation day upon day was exhausting but I could feel my body getting stronger. At the start of our trip in Costa Rica we would only travel 50km per day on a relatively flat road. Now we were managing 80-90km through mountain ranges, carrying more food and luggage than before. I was even starting to get used to getting out of bed when our alarm goes off at 5am.

When we reached the border I felt really proud. Crossing Colombia by bike had been the most challenging thing that I had ever done, both physically and mentally. Despite the weather, feeling tired or unwell we got up each day and got back on the bike.

After two months in Colombia, I was excited to see what Ecuador had to offer. During our last few weeks cycling we have seen lots of groups of Venezuelans on the walking with all of their belongings towards Ecuador to try and find work. It was the first time that I have encountered people in such a state of desperation and made me realise how lucky I am to have a home to go back to. Despite their situation, most had a positive outlook and asked us about our trip and where we were heading, before wishing us “buen viaje” - a pleasant journey on the road ahead.

Ecuador so far has been a whirlwind and we are now in Quito - the second highest capital city in the world! I will write about our journey through Ecuador all in one go in the next update.

Now that the Colombian chapter of our trip is over, I thought I would write a list of all the interesting things that I noticed about the country and its people during our two month journey. Its lifted straight from my journal so please excuse how colloquial it is. Here you go:

Mullets seem to be the most popular hairstyle for young men.

Colombia has an amazing variety of fruit I’ve never heard of before- Lulo, Guanabana, Maracuya (to name a few!)

A large amount of adults have braces. So many that it’s noticeable. Is dental care cheap?

Motorola smartphones are popular in Colombia. I didn’t know Motorola even made smartphones...

Lots of women work in construction. I say lots but I mean compared to the amount of women working in construction in the UK

The best fresh juices and free limonada with every meal! Limonada is a drink made of water and panela (refined sugar cane.) Colombians knock this back 24/7. I’m going to miss it.

Colombians have an overwhelming amount of passion for cycling. It’s admirable.

Little Colombian girls all have incredibly elaborate hairstyles consisting of braids, cornrows, coloured hairbands, glitter and the occasional bow.

Sweet things (dulces) are king in Colombia. There is a Panadería (bakery) roughly every couple of hundred metres. My favourite Colombian pastries are Chicharrons (puff pastry with guava jelly) or Pan de Bananos with apricot jam.

As usual, here is the link to track our progress http://share.garmin.com/DMB7R

Remember to hit “view all” and zoom out to see the whole journey. You will find us in Ecuador!

[gigsoupmusic]

ArcTanGent 2019 review

‘ArcTan…what?’ ‘ArcTanGent. In Bristol. Same team as 2000trees.' ‘Oh yeah, the chilled punk fest you keep talking about. Same vibe?’ ‘Similar set-up, but different music.’ ‘What kind of music?’ ‘Heavier, more prog and math-rock’ ‘What’s math-rock?’ ‘…..never mind.’ If 2000trees is the UK festival worlds best kept secret, its sister festival ArcTanGent is a fleeting rumor, a prog and math-rock haven known only to insiders. While Trees has, despite its relative obscurity, bolstered something of a ‘little fest that could’ indie-reputation, and a whack of awards, ArcTanGent seems to only be known to those who go to ArcTanGent*.   Seven years in, and Goc O’Callaghan’s Bristol event has expertly carved out its niche, filling that gap between Download and Bloodstocks ‘big arena festival with a general-heavy vibe’  and Damnations ‘niche genre festival that’s too small to justify a full weekend’. With a cap just shy of 10,000, ATG (as she’s known to friends) enjoys a nice-sized crowd while retaining a relaxed ambience, mellower staff and the gratifying ability to manoeuvre the site, check a new stage or run to the car within a 10 minute window.

While it’s categorically a genre festival with no claim to offer ‘variety’ in the Glasto or Leeds sense, it would be remiss to call ATG one-note – there are plenty of flavors within the fairly flexible  boundaries set here. Those looking for ‘fuck my eardrums’ heavy get an atmospheric, highly visual set courtesy of the always-excellent Cult of Luna and tech-metal Scots Frontierer. Bossk are out offering the layered sludge, enigmatic Carpenter Brut does his synth-wizard thing, with Bostonian veterans Caspian providing the bass-laden post-rock. Further afield, affable Taiwanese trio Elephant Gym are a grand discovery.  Matt Calvert makes two appearances this years event, once with Three Trapped Tigers, and again with an orchestral arrangement – only the third time he has performed in this style, and a thoroughly enjoyable change in tone. There’s more experimental and some brass with The Physics House Experiment. And The St Pierre Snake Invasion, swiftly becoming one of the most fun heavy festival staples, bring the hardcore, the cracking stage-irreverence (‘this is a song about being a sad Welsh twat’), and whatever the hell that keyboard-recorder is – if you’ve not seen a St Pierre set, get right with that. Friday night splits the crowd and pits the experimental (official headliner Battles) against the groove-metal (Brutus, packing out the tiny PS3 stage)

Opening night headliners Coheed and Cambria are probably the closest thing to a ‘mainstream’ act on this years bill – one of the few on a major label anyway - and considering they are an indie-prog band whose albums are accompanied by a series of existential graphic novels, that says a lot. Lets talk about that headline set though - their first this side of the Atlantic, and it was a journey – both a display of prog-smithery and a nostalgia bite for those of us who cut our teeth on ‘Good Apollo’. With swirls and eddies of melodic riffs backed by enticing yet unobtrusive visuals, Claudio ‘Cousin It’ Sanchez* and his merry prog-men prove an excellent choice, and a contender for the ongoing ‘next generation of metal headliners’ debate. Setlist-wise, it’s a very ‘festival’ tracklist – aka, heavy on the 00’s ‘hits’* and the latest album. Not a bad thing - Dark Sentancer proves a powerful gig-opener, and we get ‘In Keeping Secrets of Silent Earth’, an unexpected ‘The Suffering’, and come the encore, an explosive cheer as the iconic acoustic intro of ‘Welcome Home’ ushers the first night to a close.

The event has been lumped with something of a ‘Friday curse’ – this year is no exception, as the second day was treated to 12 hours of relentless downpour, turning the entire site into a quagmire of Mr. Whippy-consistency. If there’s one negative to throw out about this years Arc, it’s the relative lack of effort from the team to counter-act this apparently recurring problem – the stalls quickly ran out of ponchos and there was enough straw for the main stage, but not for the mud-Baikal that blocked the entrance. It’s a festival of treats, many sets feeling like rewards for the loyal punters here for the music. Northern Irish instrumental colossus And So I Watch You From Afar have garnered a well-earned reputation as one of the most exciting live acts in the genre, and their playthrough of their self titled debut to mark its tin anniversary is an experience – watching the pure intensity on their faces as they carve out an intricate wall of sound is a feeling of watching master craftsmen at work. Its not even the only album play-through, crowd favourites Black Peaks give their last record, ‘All That Divides’ a full run, with Jamie Lenman (‘I don’t have a saxophone and my moustache isn’t as good’ he cheekily warns the sodden crowd) featuring up front.

Speaking of treats, a rare set from elusive Swedish titans Meshugghah finishes the weekend – the crowd gathered before the Medusa columns segue beautifully between a 10k strong sing-a-long of ‘I Want to Know What Love Is’ into a war chant of ‘ME-SHU-GAH!’ as the grizzled quintet emerge on stage for a blistering, relentless hour-and-fifteen onslaught that is both technically complex and phenomenologically overpowering. Its an unassuming festival with no need for bells and whistles – while there are a few fun side activities (axe throwing, a board game café) the crowd are unquestionably here for the music. Still, the team must be commended for the subtle touches – havens of quiet, some intricately designed merch. Food-wise, Arc shares Trees selection of small-time festival stalls with few of the big names from arena events – the Pad Thai stand bringing so many bangers it became a sixth stage. Shoutout to Piggie Smalls and a peanut-butter jelly hot-dog that was transcendental. A selection of local ales, real West Country cider and White Russians grace the bar, while new for 2019 is the Bar Room stage – treated to a number of sets, the apogee of which comes courtesy of No Violets, whose frantic grungey vibe and captivating PJ Harvey-esque front-siren Ellie* mark them as one to keep a serious eye on.

The after-hours entertainment is a fun twist on the norm - ArcTanGent does the typical Silent Disco but with its own take on this festival staple – the Thursday night crowd are treated to a full-on silent gig, with Gost providing an entire set through the headphones. The Disco King revellers for Friday and Saturday get an astute blend of nu-metal classics and 80’s numbers….with the added option of an entire channel dedicated to Mars Volta* ArcTanGent is a strange one to critique – of course its highly recommended for fans of the heavy and the intricate – but it seems a futile recommendation when pretty much anyone whose heart lies in this heady world is likely already an ATG convert. As for casuals looking to explore a new avenue…. Well if you like your riffs complex, your crowd in good spirits, and a place that’s somehow heavy-as-balls while retaining an easy-going atmosphere, well, ArcTanGent has you covered. As long as you can deal with a little mud. *As a metal-fest aficionado but math-rock casual, I was only dimly aware of Arc before my flatmate Nathan, an ATG regular, piqued my curiosity enough to check it. *There was something of a contest going on in the photo pit as to if anyone could get a shot of his face. *I mean, Coheed don’t really have ‘hits’ as such, but the Apollo/Silent Earth tracks that were singles – Suffering and Home here. My wish for Ten Speed wasn’t met and Wake Up would have probably confused the crowd…. *6 seconds of Google did not turn up a last name so……sick vocals, Ellie. *Speaking of bar…. the crowd managed to literally drink both remaining bars dry by the end of Sunday’s disco. I’ve literally never seen this at a festival before, and took weird pride in having the last can of cider at the event. *I’d heard of this beforehand but genuinely wondered if Nathan was going for satire. Nope. Whole channel. Just plays Mars Volta for four hours. Read the full article

#ArcTanGent #Bossk #CarpenterBrut #CultofLuna #Frontierer #MattCalvert

[12b-nondo-blog]

My Food Garden

Jericho Chan

Ever since I moved from Paco in 2008, I grew up in the streets of Binondo. When we were asked to do a travelogue about Binondo, I felt pretty confident that I would easily write about anything regarding the experience and the stories. I decided not to travel there, but I realized that I have nothing to write about Binondo. My travels in Binondo were pretty blank, since almost all of my journey there are very similar. I would go to church, eat dinner at Chuan Kee, specifically spareribs then to finish the day I would watch a movie in Lucky Chinatown. I barely got a story to write, my travels did not have that essence to make an interesting travelogue. So I decided to go to Binondo once more with two of my classmates, and treating them for lunch at our family restaurant, Kim Hiong: Food Garden.

I met up with my classmates at the main gate of De La Salle University under a very hot day then we rode the LRT from Vito Cruz to Carriedo, luckily there were not many people who are riding the train. Carriedo station was the station nearest to our restaurant, but I was not sure of the path to take to go there since I barely ride the LRT. Many minutes have passed and we were somehow lost and I still refused to ask for directions. There were some detours along the way, we would stop by shops, looking at fake guns, and I was looking for butterfly knives or Balisongs. After some time, we had no choice but to ask directions toward the Sta. Cruz Church. When we got there, I already knew where to go since my restaurant and straight ahead from the large arch with a Chinese-style architecture. We finally went inside our restaurant that were surrounded by jewelry stores. We were greeted by our staff but sadly, there were no customers. Our family restaurant has been an official establishment since 1970. We didn’t own the establishment at first, but my aunt worked there for many years. Soon the restaurant went into a downfall and the owner decided to sell the establishment. Our family took the risk, and bought it and refurnished everything. By 2001, the business has been blessed with great fortune, and to this day we are thankful for that business and it has been our main source of income. 

As we arrived in the restaurant, they asked me forrecommendations. Since I experienced the food there firsthand, I was the one who ordered for them. We were served first by our aromatic flavorful beef soup, which then both of my classmates acknowledged to be very delicious. In my opinion, it is the best tasting soup, even though it is just a home-made soup with a beefy punch. The food that I ordered was our specialty, the beef-shrimp fried noodles. It is our home made rice noodles that was made from scratch directly from the second floor of our restaurant, it is mixed with a soft juicy beef and with tasty little shrimps topped with a sticky sauce that compliments every aspect of the dish multiplying its flavor factor. I ordered it in extra-large which is supposedly for 5-6 people, but surely 3 hungry students can take care of it easily. Although my opinion is slightly biased, Kim Hiong for me has the best noodles in the Philippines, which is why I don’t order noodles from other shops, all their noodles just don’t hit the right spot. My classmates also mentioned it is not the best but it is not bad either and they rated it seven out of ten, which confused me very much. I was confused because it is actually my first time acquiring my friends’ opinion on our restaurant because I barely tell my classmates about our restaurant. Even if my friends tell me it is seven out of ten, for me it is still eleven out of ten. Half-way our meal, I ordered another dish called fried wanton, it is a dimsum similar to siomai but it is closed all the way, and is also deep fried with our own ingredients. My classmates commented that it is “malutong” which for me is a good thing. The fried wanton comes with a sauce consisting of tomatoes, dried chilis, and bell peppers. They mentioned that once they tasted the sauce, it overpowered the flavor of the fried noodles rendering it tasteless. I don’t know if it is a good thing or a bad thing, whether the sauce was too good or the noodles lacks taste. 

Overall, we became very full and satisfied after I let them wait for one hour because I woke up very late. After we finished eating, they teased me because there were no customers. To their surprise, customers came in one after another, after we have finished. To alleviate the feeling of fullness, we went outside towards the direction to Binondo Church or San Lorenzo Ruiz Church. We visited many shops more specifically Chinese stores. One store we visited was a decorations shop. It consisted of mini statues of Buddha and dragons ranging from small statues that are handful in size and colored gold to big statues that are colored jade. It is very pricey from small statues costing 1.2k to larger statues costing up to 30k. We also came across a Chinese store where my mother and I would buy snacks such as sea weeds and rice crackers. Our next stop was Salazar, a store for Chinese food. We went in and I suggested them to eat my favourite desert, which is almond jelly. It was my favourite since I was in grade school, I would go home to look at our refrigerator to see if my mom had bought me almond jelly, I would remember seeing two packs of almond jelly during midnight and I felt overjoyed, I sneakily ate the two packs while others were asleep. Unfortunately, I learned the next day that it was for my grandfather. 

The fullness that we experienced made us avoid other food shops. Instead, we visited the Eng Bee Tin shop that sold merchandise. Since we were running out of time, we decided that our last stop would be the San Lorenzo Ruiz Church, so we walked again for a few minutes. As we arrive there, there were beggars scattered around the church, at the main entrance and also the side entrances. The beggars consists of elderly on the wheelchair and children energetically begging for coins. After we came in we immediately went quiet, we started praying for a few minutes and then we would leave, heading home. I was not very familiar with the nearest stations so we traced our steps back to Salazar, to Eng Bee Tin, to our restaurant and finally the Sta. Cruz Church. We arrived at the station exhausted and doused in sweat, but we were satisfied on the things that we ate and the place that we experienced. The same place with different people is a different experience.

[pickytofoodie]

Hello there! My name is Samantha Smith, my friends call me Sam. I am 24 years old and I live in San Bernardino, California. This Blog is being created because I am tired of being overweight, eating unhealthy foods, consuming foods with very little to absolutely no nutritional value, and I am sick of being picky when it comes to food. I love food and I should be able to enjoy it the right way. Throughout my entire life I have been a picky eater. In some ways, I am sure most of you have seen children be picky with most of the foods I will share with you of which I cannot eat, and I will you through this journey even more examples. However, to start off with I will share with you the #1 most common food group I refuse to eat: Fruit. Now I know what you might be thinking, "Why fruit?? Fruit is delicious, they're good for you, and unlike vegetables they are sweet." And I am sure some of you are even saying "Why fruit and not Vegetables?" So I will explain it to you. Do not get me wrong, when I was a child I didn't eat most vegetables either, in fact for as long as I can remember I could only eat Green Apples, Potatoes (the peel absolutely HAD to be cut off both), Corn, and Carrots. Eventually I grew to love vegetables and I can now enjoy certain fruits but only in certain forms. The only form of a fruit I can't eat is whole fruits. I can drink fruit juices, I can eat seedless jelly, orange juice has to be pulp free and so on. But I can't just buy a basket of strawberries, wash them and eat them as they are. "Why can't you?" I am sure you are wondering. Well the reason is because of texture. Ever since I was small certain foods I would eat would never make it past my throat. I would be chewing these foods and it was like something in my subconscious said "No, don't eat that." So it would trigger my gag reflexes and I would spit it out sometimes even throw up. When I became a teenager I started becoming more adventurous with foods, and realized I love vegetables and other types of foods that I just didn't like as a child. So I tried certain fruits again and still couldn't settle them into my stomach without choking back what small mouth full I had. It is like taking medicine you think is disgusting, you want to spit it out but you force yourself to swallow because you know its good for you. As an adult now the range of food I can eat is huge! There are still certain things I don't like eating, unless cooked a certain way. These items most people agree with like: onions, celery, Brussels sprouts, and asparagus. But for the most part I can really eat anything.... except fruit! It's so frustrating. The farthest I have gotten in 24 years to eating a whole fruit is that I can eat ONE very very small strawberry, anymore than that and I can't swallow; and a few bites of watermelon before it actually starts to upset my stomach and again I can't swallow anymore. There are a few fruits that I just can't stand, and you will come to learn just how much I don't like them, and those are: Bananas, Pineapples, and Coconuts (I do enjoy coconut milk in some forms so long as its not an overpowering coconut flavor). I can't stand the taste, smell, and texture of bananas. I get nauseous just thinking about it. Pineapple is just gross in taste and texture but I can eat pineapple flavored things and juice but its too sweet. Coconut I just can't get behind, the pulp-y texture is just...yuck. Now you know my story. The reason for this blog and this journey is to hopefully show my body that fruit is yummy, and that its nutritious and its time I stopped missing out on the good stuff. But also to lose weight and just eat a lot healthier. I am currently 5' and a half inch tall, 24 years old, and I weigh 180 pounds. According to my height, age, and BMI, I should weigh no more than 130 pounds. I am not a very active person though my job has me constantly on my feet. I am fatigued more than I would like to be. So without further ado, I invite you to join me on this journey to a healthier, less picky, body. And if you are reading this and have gone through a similar struggle with food, I hope this blog helps encourage you to concur your diet.