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ೀ⋆OCT 8TH 2 FAST 2 FURIOUS ━━ yoichi isagi + overstimulation !

୨୧ — caution, you are now watching. yoichi isagi + overstimulation. if winning a street race means getting ravaged by your ex boyfriend over the hood of your car then… move bitch! get out the way! (5.6K)

୨୧ — rated r. minors, blank and ageless blogs do not interact ! nsfw, heavy smut, characters aged up to 20s, street-racer!au, exes to lovers, toxic relationships, overstimulation, scratching, fingering, sweat kink, pain kink, food play (candy), dry humping, multiple/forced orgasms, oral sex (f!recieving), public sex, possesive sex, unprotected sex, street racer + fem!reader, ex boyfriend + street racer!yoichi isagi.

୨୧ — director’s note. slay! the third kinktober installment is here! i hope you guys like this one, isagi makes me so dizzy...i think he has the bes dirty talk!! enjoy mwah mwah! - m.list ⋆ kinktober m.list ⋆ taglist ✧

there’s something about street racing that just…gets you off.

you’ve always enjoyed its thrill, the way having control over the wheel makes you feel when you push yourself to top speeds. adrenaline becomes your new dopamine. like a drug injected straight into your veins — driving makes you feel high. more alive than anything.

the glamourous pink S2K that you drive is your lover, the unpredictable twists and turns of the race course — your best friend. you adore beating men at their own game and looking absolutely fucking stunning at the same time. though, what you love the most, is the thrill of chasing after yoichi isagi.

next to you — your on and off boyfriend, isagi, is probably the best street racer in town. an unpolished gem of untapped potential and a beast of a driver. though with a man like that, competitiveness between you both comes easy — like a third party in your own relationship. its been that way since you met, the two of you falling into the toxic cycle of, racing, winning fucking and breaking up.

and as bad as it sounds, you wouldn’t have it any other way.

“you lose tonight, precious,” isagi wipes the grease from his knuckles with a rag as he approaches your car, cocking his head to the side with a smile so twisted it sends a pang of heat from your head to your core. together or not, he’s always had this effect on you — like a fog sweeping over your mind or the oceans waves pulling you under. “and we get back together.”

“boy, don’t you know i have a race to win?” leaning over the hood of your car, it’s your turn to tilt your head to the side — like a puppy dog, mocking him. your lashes flutter against your cheeks as you peer up at him, the pink of your tongue wrapping around finding a centre point for the bubblegum you’re blowing. it pops on its own. all the while, a flirtatious confidence seeps from your bones into the night air, luring isagi into your usual game of cat and mouse right before you’re due to race. “i don’t need any distractions, ‘ichi.”

you can’t help but revel in the way that he shudders upon hearing your name drip from his lips, like the finest and purest form of honey. out of all the girls he’s ever known, you’re the only one who gets him riled up like this without even trying — activating his raw instincts, that carnal desire he always has for you that he keeps locked away whenever you’re not together.

“baby,” crouching down to your height, isagi smirks as your predatory gaze follows his actions like a vixen in the night. “you know i’d never mess up a race of yours on purpose.” one of his elbows comes up to rest on your hood, the glittery vinyl stickers reflecting against the deep ocean blue in his eyes. your ex lets the weight of his head rest in his palm, a faux pout on his lips as he speaks to you. “how about it, wanna make a bet?”

you inch closer, close enough for isagi to catch a the whiff of strawberry candy in your breath over the thick sexual tension brewing between you both. “wha’do i get if i win?” you hum slyly, blowing another bubble into the face of your ex lover.

yoichi mirrors your movements, sliding closer to you so that he lick through your bubblegum, landing a breath’s width away from your sugar-coated and syrupy lips. “you win, ‘n i promise to leave you alone forever.” he rasps, pushing past the lustful tone lodged in his throat.

standing to your full height, you ruffle his midnight locks with a condescending air about it. “oh baby, you’re so silly.” the superlicious murder slips from between your perfectly glossed lips before you even think to stop it, accompanied by your light laughter. testing your man’s patience has always been your strong suit.

but before you have a chance to walk away, isagi hooks his fingers through your belt loops and tugs you flush against his tone frame — chest to chest, pelvis to pelvis. “what, you don’t like those terms?” he huffs. “i thought they were perfectly reasonable.

“it’s just that… it’s cute that you think winning me back works that way.” shaking your head, you fail to let isagi have the last word and finally manage to pull yourself from the tendrils of his grip before you become putty in his arms and a mess under his gaze — that twisted mix of annoyance and desire already turning within your stomach, oozing into your nether regions in the form of liquid lust.

“fuck me,” a breathless and playful chuckle resounds in isagi’s throat like a tune base boosted on the stereo, only interrupted by a slick statement that serves to frustrate you even more. “so you’re sayin’ you don’t miss playin’ with my joystick?” he calls out to you while you’re still in eyeshot of his cerulean orbs — the ones that track the sway of your hips as you walk away from him. isagi wants nothing more than to dig his fingertips into the fat at your waist, pull your hips over his hardening cock as blood pulses through it and make you eat those words.

but he also knows, and from experience, the more pissed off you are — the better you’ll race and the more you’ll want to fuck him later on.

“i’ll start missing it when you get the right set of tools.” you sing back, sending a wink his way as you hope into the driver's seat of your precious pink baby, shooing off the girls who’d helped you prep your S2K for the race. he watches as you wave to your competitors, buttering them up with your charm before you leave them in the dust.

and even though he has no right to be jealous — especially when you’re broken up like this, isagi can’t help but want admit to you how seeing you race makes him feel. like now — how you drive right up rin itoshi’s ass and curse at him to ‘bend over’. everything has sex crazed hormones rushing to his cock and his head gets a little dizzy like he’s been inhaling car fumes and diesel for too long. you fuck him up like no girl ever has before — he’s completely obssesed with you, the ups and downs and fall out of your messy relationship.

he wants you. feverishly, carnally, and in every way possible and as you pull up in first place after the race — isagi realises, it’s not the race that makes him feel alive.

it’s always going to be you.

“you’re so fuckin’ frustrating.”

the cash prize isn’t the only good thing about winning your races, it’s the way isagi lives to devour you whole afterwards.

dark ocean eyes drink in the way your back arches from the hood of your car and it’s cool metal surface — chasing isagi in the heated and humid air, while his hips rock against your cunt almost in tune with the music in the background. the tune of your celebrations. “am i?” you grin, wild and delirious and breathless. “it’s not my fault. thought i told you to quit chasin’ me, yoichi.”

you giggle, earning a delicious twitch of his dick between your panty-clad folds, spreading a delicious layer of arousal over his clothes. your rival racerpretends to ignore your antics, knowing that he’ll only get riled up and instead focuses on tugging down your flimsy tank top to reveal your sweat shined skin.

“you could never get rid of me, baby.” you’ve never been immune to the charm of isagi’s hypnotic voice paired with his teasing rows of pearly white teeth that coast over your flesh until goosebumps rise over its expanse. your ex has a way about him, a way that makes it hard for you to shut him out and easier for you to hold your breath and deprive it of the oxygen you need to think clearly.

to think about escaping this toxicity.

sloppy kisses to taste the salt on your skin turn to little bite marks, barely there whilst leaving a warm shine to your throat — the temperature proving to be a lustful contrast to the cold metal of your car. he licks and sucks at you possessively, even when other racers pass by and in the back of your mind you briefly recall bachira hollering at the two of you loudly.

just as you reach out to him and wave back, yoichi grabs your wrists in one rough palm and pins them above your head — chuckling into the trail of wet smooches he drags down to your tits, followed by a wild whine that resonates deep in his chest when his cockhead catches on your rock hard clit from behind the many barriers of your clothes. you huff at your newfound restriction.

a slow, cocky smile spreads over the film of isagi’s lips as if he’s remembered something about your body, that only he knows, in your time apart. how it anticipates and tingles while waiting for his every move, craves to be ravaged and torn apart by him. “focus on me, baby. don’t miss what’s most important to you.” he drawls, gentle notes of condensation slipping into his usually chipper voice. “me.”

lifting his head from your chest expectantly, being a gentleman and waiting for your consent to kiss. another laugh escapes him when you writhe desperately in yoichi’s grip and wrap your legs around his taut waist to drag him closer for the lip lock you deserve. your prize for being such a winner. he follows your lead, selfishly trapping your lower lip between his teeth before toppling into a hungry kiss — his devious tongue delving it’s way into your mouth to claim it’s every inch possessively. the more you kiss, the more it knocks the lollipop on your mouth about.

all the while, isagi never stops grinding against you — cockhead oozing precum over your cotton decorated pussy lips and budding clit, painting you in the early signs of his arousal. the heat in the air only carries the scent of your sex and mingled notes of diesel fuel — enough to make you dizzy and crave more friction from the street racer as he ruts between your thighs. you’re growing delicious, letting ecstasy trickle through your veins and onto the hood of your car while yoichi drags his cock through your silken slit over and over again until his clothes and his erection are dripping in your sweet juices.

“didnt plan ever plan on… on g-gettin’ rid of ya, pretty boy.” you say through thready breaths, using the strength in your thighs to squeeze isagi close. maybe it’s the adrenaline from your racing high or the fact that isagi cages you in against the car, using his free hand to pinch and pull at sensitive parts of you while he humps at your fluttering and sopping mound — whatever it is, you can feel an orgasm approaching faster than you can register.

tucking your lollipop into your cheek, you gaze up at isagi with glassy, angel eyes — your mouth open as you pant his praises like a common whore. “did you miss me? i know he did.” then, your eyes shoot down to the rough outline of his dick as it makes you shudder, sex clenching over the veins on his shaft while you practically ride your ex’s precum loaded tip. your dirty talk earns a hearty moan from isagi, his tongue rolling out of his mouth like a dog in rut while he laps at the sweat bearing on your collar bones and neck. “missed my cock so much.” you goad adoringly, a little sick and a little twisted.

your possession over him fills isagi’s body with concerning amounts of desire and only serves to make him feral — snapping his hips into you faster and harder. his blue eyes drown in an ocean of mirth as they hone in on the light bounce of your chest, his tongue drips in the taste of your light perspiration while he finds his voice over your salacious bump and grind.

“missed you too baby. missed my fuckin’ pussy,” yoichi grunts selfishly, breathing heavy against your skin and adding to your chorus of shared high pitched moans the closer you get. with one hard thrust, isagi has your unused little hole drooling and your head flying back onto the car’s hood, banging against the metal. the pain only fuels the expanding fire of desire burning bright in your lower tummy — raising the temperature between your bodies. “she’s so sensitive, guess you haven’t fucked anyone while i’ve been gone.”

his voices oozes condensation, messes with your mind and drags you under the control of your toxic and selfishly possessive ex. it’s like he lives for the the way your thighs quiver around his waist and give all your neediness away, you can’t hide anything from him. he puts your pleasure under a microscope.

“you’re gonna cum, aren’t you?” isagi grins evilly, letting go of your hands as he watches you tremble and spasm and twitch beneath him. rendered useless against the very car that got you to win your race.

he’s not wrong, however, for the knot that had been tightening up in your lower tummy begins to unravel too fast for your own liking. an orgasm crashes down on you like a heavy storm that’s escaped isagi’s deep blue eyes and he bucks into you monstrously through it all — hardly giving you a second to breath. your release pours out of you in a clear stream, your eyes disappearing into your skull and your shaky fingers into the roots of your ex’s hair as you tug on it to ground yourself.

it gets everywhere, seeps through your ex boyfriend’s clothes, splashes against your S2K and gathers in a pool beneath your shaky ass. yoichi coaches you through it with soft, loving praises as if you’d never been broken up. kisses that make your knees knock and breath hitch. you cum so fast, so hard and so soon that your lollipop rolls out from between your swollen spit slicked lips, but isagi is quick to grasp the sugary treat dragging it over your them and down your body.

he follows it’s sticky trail over your clothes, sucking its flavour from the planes of your skin. the sound of tearing fabric flies under the bustling crowd and revving engines — isagi having ripped off your shorts to expose your temperate, glistening mound to the night air and gleam of car headlights.

“h-holy shit, ichi! wait—!”

your nails sharply rake at the racer’s scalp in surprise, shocked at the warm-ish sensation of your lollipop pressing against your budding clit as it throbs between the slickness of your folds. “awh, is it sensitive? good.” he tuts down at you menacingly, his voice lowers scratching at the patch of your brain that controls your lustful drive. with the sweet treat still in his grasp, isagi rubs tight circles into your pleasure centre and grind to himself when your thighs instinctively jump apart to give him a better view of the even sweeter dessert between your thighs.

he knows you. inside and out.

knows what you even with how on-off your relationship is — as if he’s always been genetically programmed to make you feel good, get you that same high racing gives you. yoichi crouches, no longer standing over you so that he can get a whiff of your scent — the musk of your sex more dizzying than the fumes of gasoline throughout the track. “wanna taste you gorgeous, while you’re still cummin’ for me.” he groans, deep and hungry like he’s been waiting to eat a good fucking meal all day. “that okay?”

“please…fuckin’ hurry.” comes your impatient reply, bucking your hips up into the humid air as you chase the friction of the candy against your clit. you feel as though you’re seated right on the edge of another orgasm, inches away from crumbling off of the cliff of euphoria. “you’re so slow,” you heave again, head lolling to the side with your drool oozing onto the hood of your pretty pink car. “see you never learned how to use your…oh—! tools!”

your voice escapes you, shock intertwining with the electrical spark of desire running down the length of your spine to the heartbeat in your pussy. you’re surprised once more when isagi gently nudged the lollipop past your entrance to tease you — ripping it away when you gush like you’re about to cum.

sitting up and resting on your elbows, you glare down into mischievous blue eyes as he pops the candy into his mouth. “mother fucker.”

“alright, watch it.” the corner of isagi’s lips quirk up into a cocky smirk, enjoying how you writhe against cool metal in contrast to how hot your skin is to the touch. like a furnace, burning from the inside out.

“you said you wanted to taste me!” you whine, auffovating in the humidity and anticipation. you want him to touch you, but the ghost of kisses he presses along your inner thighs just aren’t enough.

“i didn’t say i was gonna eat you out though, pretty girl.” isagi whispers, pushing the lollipop into his cheek so he can focus on sucking an array of marks into the swell of your to leave his claim on you. the pointed edge of his teeth sink into the doughy flesh, imprinting a ring of bite marks in place as well. “dunno, don’t think you deserve it.”

he simply rolls his eyes in response, grunting as he spreads you even further — revealing the webs of cloudy slick that tie your shaky limbs together. yoichi drags a finger through your puffy pussy lips, it’s tip dragging on the silken strings of your arousal until he’s able to circle it over your clenching entrance.

you let out a defiant whimper, hips rising from your car while a trail of your sweet juices ruin the paint job on your car. “hate you.” comes your weak whisper, trapped in the lodges of your throat while isagi pressed further into your tight little hole and stretches you open.

“yeah whatever.” he grins lazily, warm breath fanning over your pulsating mound while his nose nudges your sensitive clit. “that’s why you keep coming back to me, precious.”

the sensation makes your hips buck up, chasing the delicious friction of your ex’s fingertips against your soaked ribbed walls as they ripple around him. but isagi lives to punish you, make you work for your pleasure or torture you with it for leaving him the dust each and every time. his free hand splays over your navel, pinning you to your own car as a second finger joins the first inside of you — instantly curling to bare down on your spongy g-spot.

the cry that escapes you is raw and powerful, louder than any engine in any model of car — serving to remind isagi of where you are, how on display you are for the hungry eyes of his competitors. he takes this as a chance to remind everyone of who you belong to. no matter how much of a hot shot racer you are, you’ll always belong right underneath yoichi isagi.

he does nothing to soothe your whimpers and cries, thrusting his fingers deep into your squelching pussy as it echoes into the parking lot in a sweet symphony with your moans. you drool into the seat his palm, thrash on the hood of your car and squeeze down on him with a grip so tight isagi fears that you’ll never let him go.

“you’re so tense, baby. relax for me,” the man mumbles darkly against your sex. “what’ll make you feel good? should i play with this cute little clit too?” pressing a loving and syrupy kiss to the pleasure nub, isagi moans at your arousal as it pearls on his eager lips. “oh i knew you’d like that. my girl always likes it when her man plays with this messy pussy.” spitting onto your cunt, a sick laugh rumbles in yoichi’s throat as he fucks the frothy mixture back into you, drinking in the way you whine and writhe about the place. all for him. “c’mon, louder baby. let the people hear how pretty you are. how good i’m making you feel.”

saliva coats your tongue, making difficult to breathe between the languid push and pull of isagi’s fingers as they stroke at your insides. he has you ruined, for any other man— sticky and sloppy between the thighs. the both of you know that only he can get you like this.

and the sick part about it all, is that you’re fucking enjoying it.

the thrill of being watched by your fellow racers makes you act up, has you crying and moaning a little louder than usual — putting on a show for your ex as you fall back into your toxic routine. those sweet salacious sounds spike higher and higher the closer you get, the more isagi sucks on your clit and scissors his fingers around to press up against sensitive spots along your gummy walls.

“that’s it pretty girl, give it to me. louder. good girl, good job.” he coos into you oh so condescending, face coated with a crude mix of spit and slick that glistens under the artificial light from the street lamps above. a blistering sense of pride lodges itself in yoichi’s chest when you scream his name, tugging on the roots of his hair once more. “you can do better than that, louder.”

“ohmygod—! yoichi!” you yelp sheepishly, throwing an arm over your heated face. though it’s not in shame, you can hardly bring yourself to feel embarrassed about gushing on your ex’s face in front of your fellow racers and racing crew. the pleasure he gives you has you too far gone, like a smoke screen over your hazy mind. “g-god i’m… y-yoichi i’m close!”

“yeah?” he laughs breathily, flicking his tongue over your budding clit, pulling the lollipop from the confines of his greedy mouth to slap it against your quivering pussy as well. “you gonna cum?” it’s far too soon, far too much for you to be reaching another orgasm. but there’s been a steady pressure bubbling up just below your navel, tightening and tightening until it threatens to snap.

you shake your head pathetically, the metal of your car creaking below your hips as you try to run from isagi’s fingers wildly pumping in and out of you. “c-can’t!”

“can’t? you don’t wanna, hm.” he sucks his teeth, the sound layering softly over the lewd slushy noises echoing from between your thighs. “too bad. i don’t care. cum for me, precious.”

its like your body has a mind of its own, wilfully ignoring the pain of overstimulation as you cum for isagi once more. milky white runs down your ex’s arms in a boiling hot stream, squirting from your abused and used sex. white spots blur the edges of your vision and you shake violently all throughout your second high, the stacks of ecstasy isagi had been building up within you coming crumbling down and leaving you suffocating in your own dust-cloud of lust.

the rest of your arousal burns a trail down your pudgy thighs like fuel that’s been set on fire, and you can’t even tell what’s up or down anymore. “c-cumming! ‘m…fuck, yoichi.” you scream, chest heaving, head rolling to the side— pressed against your car’s cool surface. “please, i can’t.”

“already? you were talking so big before your race now look at you. s’all too much… poor baby.” isagi works you through your orgasm, controlling your every twitch and every aftershock until you damn near pass out.

you’re almost too far gone to register the sound of rustling clothes and the feeling of your rival (and ex) pressing himself over you. but then he’s patting your cheek lovingly, drinking in your sweet and tired expression with big blue eyes full of adoration before slipping his lollipop into your drooling mouth to pacify you.

“‘ichi…” you bleat, exhausted.

“yeah, yeah. i know, precious. but i think we can manage one more, yeah?” he asks you softly, a little more tender than before as he kisses your forehead, licking up a bead of sweat that runs down it. no matter how many times you break up, he’ll always be good to you. always check in with you. make you cum as many times as you can manage while still making you see stars. “need to show all those fuckin’ losers who you belong to. need to make you mine again.”

weakly lifting your head, you notice the slight audience of racers you’ve gathered while letting isagi fuck you publicly. all the men you’ve beaten in races over time, staring at the way your man ravages you like the sight is a cool glass of water. it would be a lie to say that the feeling of being watched didn’t send another spark of lust shooting down your spine.

“one more?” you question him and pout around the lollipop that tastes like you, big bambi eyes blinking up at your ex boyfriend.

“one more.” yoichi confirms, pressing his forehead to yours in order to coax a kiss out of you. “don’t worry, you can take it.” there’s reassurance hidden in his lustful tone as he lines his drippy cock up with your ruined entrance (having pulled it out earlier). he pulses to life against you, the blood rushing through his shaft teeming with desire for you. isagi lets you sit up on your elbows so that you can watch him bully his cock past your fluttering entrance.

isagi’s eyes gloss over with debauchery while you swallow him down, brows creasing in the centre of his forehead when he bottoms out inside of you — both of your mouths hanging open in hot moans. only adding to the humid air. blindly, he fumbled for your pretty throat, squeezing it gently with each clench of your slippery walls around his aching shaft.

“you won’t break, baby.” he tells you, drawing his hips back from the snugness of your cunt to set a slow roll to his thrusts. the feeling makes you cry out, hoarse and needy before being soothed by isagi’s leaking tip pushing along every pleasure spot he knows by heart inside of you. “try a little harder for me.”

his words leave you breathless and dumbfounded, every logical thought and smart-ass retort having escaped you while isagi’s milky, bulbous tip churns up your insides. your sexes slot together perfectly, his girthy dick wrapped in gorgeous blue and green veins keeps you nice and full and reaches the spots you couldn’t dare to reach on your own. isagi hands over you, supporting his weight on one hand, with his lips a breath’s width away from your own.

the both of you are love drunk on the sex-crazed hormones buzzing in the hot air between you — particles of lust smashing together the more your bodies start to sync up and move together. yoichi devours you, takes parts of your body and claims them with his teeth and tongue and hand gently squeezing around your throat. he fucks you with vigour, so hard that your car shakes beneath your ministrations and you nearly lose the candy in your mouth once more.

you return the favour, clawing up and down isagi’s back while his dark hair tickles your forehead, cascades down to your neck as he kisses you wetly and laps over the salt on your skin. everything about you never fails to pull him back into your toxic cycle. where he loves you, fucks you and breaks you. a satisfied groan takes root in his chest like a sturdy tree at the taste of you, his hips still pumping into you at a rapid pace, painting you with thick layers of opaque white that cling to your swollen pussy lips and clit.

“you’re mine, f-forever. not gonna let… mhm.. anyone else touch you.” he slurs menacingly into the junction between your neck and shoulder, finally letting go of your throat so he can push your knees into your chest — forcing his heavy cock into your cunt as deep as it can go. “never gonna let you go again, precious. never gonna let you go without my cock this king again. you’re fuckin’ mine.”

“all fuckin’ yours,” you drawl back with a delirious smile, dizzy from the new angle. your pleasure mounts once more but with the addition of a spark of pain from the overstimulation. yoichi knows your limits, he knows how much his precious girl can take but delivers it in the best of ways — sinfully bucking down into you so hard that his heavy breeders balls smack rhythmically against the curve of your ass. he succumbs to the tight grip your iron hot core has on him, begging him to stay and to never leave you ever again.

you have one another in a choke hold, falling into a synced up and salacious bump and grind against the hood of your car. every time isagi ruts into you, you clench down, gushing on his dick and covering him (and your car) in an early release.

“that’s right baby,” isagi seethes through gritted teeth, blinded by white and the stars from up above as he gets closer and closer to his high. he can no longer stave it off for the benefit of overstimulating you, strung along by each twinge of pain he feels from your nails forming crescent moons in his shoulders and drawing blood. “say it like you mean it. scream my fuckin’ name for all these people, yeah? you want me. the only man who’ll ever make you feel this good.”

you will yourself to speak but barely have the chance to with the way isagi fucks you sensless. you choke on air, following your biological instinct to rut up into him, whilst you’re reminded all the reasons why your rival racerwill always be the only man for you. he fucks you like he’s never loved you, like a stranger he may hate but he moans and mewls against you like you’re the only person he’s ever loved.

isagi doesn’t care about the racing, or the money or the people watching him ruin your sluice sex over and over again.

he only cares about you.

“c’mon baby,” he goads, licking up your cheeky nastily. “you can do it, tell me how much you want me. how much you love me, precious.” each syllable that he purrs out shoots straight to the winding, orgasmic knots in your belly. making them tighten painfully. “god, you’re fuckin’ milking me.”

so you wrap both arms around isagi’s neck, yank at his hair, rip through the skin on his back with your nails (because you know how much he likes it when you hurt him) and say. “i need you, ‘ichi. y-you’re the only one i’ve ever wanted!”

and that’s all it takes, to give isagi that last burst of energy to make the both of you really feel it. after one, two, three more thrusts — you’re both sent flying over the edge in unison. “m-‘my precious baby, fuuck, all mine. gonna cum…you better cum for me.”thick waves of viscous white cum floods your puffy folds, whilst yoichi bites down hard on your neck to state his high pitched whines, fucking his seed deeper into you until he calms down.

you’re in no better condition, squirting so hard that you almost lose your grip on reality. a world of colours flash behind your darling eyes when you cum for the third and final time that night, static ringing in your ears alongside the sweet symphony of your ex boyfriend’s moans and the groaning metal from your car.

you’re sure the paint has been completely tainted with cum by now.

by the time you finally come to and stop spasming around isagi’s softening cock, he’s peeling your sweaty skin away from your car to coddle you in his chest — shielding you from the hungry eyes of your competitors. “keep your eyes to your fuckin’ selves.” he snarls with teeth bared, despite how gently he holds you.

“easy there tiger,” you sigh, snuggling against him as exhaustion settles into your fucked out bones. “i think they know who i belong to now.” grabbing at his neck, you pull isagi down for a sloppy kiss — mewling happily at the taste of sweat, sex and sugar on his tongue before passing him the lollipop once more. “guess the money wasn’t the only thing i won tonight.”

“you’re kinda sick, you know that?” he laughs in response, but before he can kiss you again — the racing crowd starts to scramble at the sound of police sirens.

still curled into your (ex? oh what the hell) boyfriend, you crack a tired smile. “looks like we gotta split, boy.”

“you comin’ back with me this time, precious?” a smooch is pressed into your hairline while isagi gathers you into his arms fast — bundling you into the passenger's seat since you’re clearly in no state to play get away driver. he doesn’t bother with your clothes.

“you know that you can’t get rid of me, baby.” you got the keys into the ignition in time for isagi to slip into the driver’s side — steering you away from the scene of the crime. “i’m yours forever, remember?”

he only chuckles at that, wild blue eyes reflecting the blue and red cop car lights as he looks to you while speeding away.

“god you drive me crazy, i love you. you fuckin’ maniac.”

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softshuji · 2 years

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Do you have to pet my head like I'm a child? We already know Izana gave you the position anyway, he did announce it in the meeting we're all in right now. Shion looks like he's about to cry.

-Koko

*eye twitch* since when was I treating you like a child? would you rather I just kissed you in front of everyone when I say nice things about you?

In any case, Shion can cry while he comes with me, I'm going to go look around. Do you know where my office is? I'd like to go see it. But I'm taking him with me, I'd like to keep him as far from Rin and Naoto as possible. There is ...something else I need to do but its a personal matter. Will you stay and watch the others while I go? I'll be back real soon I promise.

#hals character anons #u r the first person i have ever met that would complain abt a head pat thats it im gonna do it more often now #u r my little precious gem ofc i wanna pat ur head #if i just kissed u or smth we'll both be embarrassed ok

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daisyblog · 10 days

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Uncle Harry

Our Story Masterlist Summary: Harry and YN meet Gemma’s baby.

Based on this request.

Gemma and YN were absolutely thrilled to be pregnant the same time. They would always talk about how close their babies would be, different baby things they had bought and all the memories they would make together.

As it got closer to Gemma’s due date, Harry and YN would be hoping for the good news that their niece or nephew had been born whenever their phone rang.

The couple had just come back from a walk around the fields with Teddy, YN who was heavily pregnant herself had collapsed onto the large sofa the minute they walked through the door. She was about to ask Harry for help with her shoes when his phone rang.

“Hi Mum!”. Harry and YN shared a knowing look, hoping it was the news they were excited about. “Gem’s had the baby! Are they both okay?”. He couldn’t show any excitement until he knew his sister and her baby were both okay. “Thats amazing!” YN listened to one side of the conversation. “Give them a cuddle from us and we’ll be there shortly”.

Once Harry had ended the conversation with his Mum. Harry couldn’t help but shout out loud. “WE HAVE A NIECE! WE HAVE ANOTHER NEICE!”.

“FOOK OFF! Are you serious?”. YN felt a warm feeling inside at the idea that their little ones are both girls.

“Yes! I can’t wait for our baby now…it’s going to be so special!”. Harry let his hand wonder over YN’s tummy where their little girl was growing perfectly.

“C’mon Uncle Harry…let’s go and meet our niece!”.

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Harry and YN had arrived at the hospital, gifts in their hands for both Gemma and the newest addition to the family. They walked through the quiet but sterile corridor until they found Gemma’s room number. As they walked into the private side room, they could see Gemma, Michal and Anne, who was cuddling her first grandchild in her arms.

Harry went over to his sister, who was resting in the hospital bed, and wrapped his arms around her and told her how proud of her he was. “Congratulations both! She’s beautiful!”. Harry gave his future brother in law a brotherly hug.

“Come here Harry”. Anne called her son over to where she was currently sat. YN used this as a chance to give Gemma and Michal a cuddle and congratulate them on their baby girl. “Meet your niece!”. Anne gently placed the newborn into Harry’s arms.

YN instantly melted inside at the sight of her soon to be husband holding the newborn. “‘Ello…aren’t you a little cutie”. Harry spoke to the little baby in his arms. “And soon you’re going to have a best friend to hang out with…but Auntie YN over there is still growing her nicely!”. The sound of Harry chatting naturally to his niece was too much for YN’s hormones. “But until then you’ll have to enjoy all the attention we’re going to give you.”.

“I’m one lucky Mum and Grandma!” Anne smiled as she looked at the precious moment. “And I can’t wait until our other little girl arrives!”. She pulled YN into her side as she squeezed her gently in her arms.

YN couldn’t help but let the next words flow out of her mouth. “We’re the lucky ones Anne…you’re the best Mum and now our girls get to have you as their Grandma and I know you’ll give our precious girl enough love for my Mum too!”.

“I’ll be loving you both for the two of us.”.

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squidinkedcreative · 23 days

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WEEEEEEE almost a week's worth of what little energy i have after work + existing, and it's finally in a place where i feel comfortable sharing it lollll

all my current favs in animal form !!!! had to include the snails too heheheh how could i leave them out !!!!

it goes: joel (luna moth / golden retriever), etho (longhair cat), scar (corgi), grian (beaver), gem (fox/cat), pearl (cat/fish) !!! im hoping to texture them all some n make them all look a bit better but tn is not the time for that as brain + bones hurt sm ough

i actually had such a good time doodling them all and figuring out colors for them!! tysm to all who rb'd my post about what colors etho would be btw!!! as that was needed for this !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i LOOOVEEEE how scar came out he looks so goofy !!!!! and pearl, my favvvvvvvv aaaaahhhhhhhhhhh and joel and etho r so precious WAHHHHH

lmk how u like it and if u wanna see it finished !!!

if u enjoy my content, check out my blog!!!

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bishopsbeloved · 2 months

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she’d be with you 💌

lucy gray baird x fem reader

mornings spent with Lucy Gray and the Covey

supposed to be a drabble but got away from me a bit lol, so much fluff, maude ivory’s a little gem, i ❤️ the covey, hayley williams inspired as per, 1.1k words

Even when you can’t find Lucy Gray, you know she won’t have gone far.

You’ll still always frown when you wake to an empty bed, though. Waking in her arms is your favourite way to start the day.

Rays of gentle light stream in through the window. Lucy Gray has arranged little crystalline trinkets on the windowsill which, when caught just right by the sun, send rainbows dancing across the room. That’s how your bedroom looks this morning as you tug on one of Lucy Gray’s blouses and pad barefoot downstairs, into the Covey’s kitchen.

Barb Azure’s sat at the round wooden table, patiently teaching Maude Ivory how to read. She’s been making progress, in fairness. These things just take time.

“Mornin’,” Barb Azure greets you, and then looks to Maude Ivory. “Y’know how to spell that?”

“M-O-R-N-I-N,” Maude Ivory answers proudly.

You laugh softly. “There’s a G on the end o’that, baby.”

“No there ain’t,” she protests, and looks to Barb Azure, who only nods. “Well why’ve you gotta add it if you ain’t even say it?”

“It’s just… there.” Barb Azure pauses. “I don’t know, s’not my language, just write it down.” Maude Ivory reluctantly obliges, grumbling.

“You seen Lu?” you ask Barb Azure, and her lips curl up into a smile.

“You are so predictable—”

“Don’t tease,” you beg, “‘s too early.”

“Alright, alright,” she laughs. “She went out at the ass crack o’dawn with her guitar, I’m guessin’ she’s down at the Meadow.”

“How’d you spell ass? There a Y in there?” Maude Ivory asks curiously.

“Not telling.” Barb Azure turns back to you. “Muffins’re fresh if you want any.”

You hum your appreciation, taking one for yourself and one for Lucy Gray, mindful of how she can forget herself when she’s making music. She gets so absorbed in her songwriting that eating will often slip her mind.

You pad down the grassy path to the Meadow, barefoot and on your tip-toes. The walk is serene, filled only by the idle chatter of Lucy Gray’s mockingjays; the snowdrops lining the route kiss your ankles as you pass them. A rabbit — no, a hare — runs fleetingly across your path, and you smile. A good omen, you know Lucy Gray would say if she was by your side. (No matter what you’re doing, your thoughts are filled with her. She’s so soft, she’s so lovely, she makes your world go round.)

When you reach the Meadow, Lucy Gray is perched on a rock, guitar in hand. She gently plucks away at it, lost in her own melodies, just as you predicted. She’s usually observant without even really trying to be, she’ll often cotton onto events in the room before you, but today she’s so far succumbed to the writing process that you take her by surprise as you approach. A pleasant surprise, you’d wager, seeing how her face breaks into a smile more precious than any jewel you can think of.

“Hi, baby,” she says, her voice still filled with the raspiness the morning brings, and it sends a pleasant little shiver down your spine. “That my blouse?”

You shrug sheepishly. “Smells of you. Woke up alone, I was missin’ you.”

“You’re so cute,” she grins lazily, patting the empty space beside her. “C’mere.”

You oblige happily, settling down next to her. You produce Barb Azure’s muffins from the folds of your skirt and offer one to her.

“Oh, thank you,” Lucy Gray’s eyes light up, “I was starving.”

“Yeah, I figured,” you grin. “What you playing?”

“Oh,” her cheeks turn ever so slightly red, in the way that they only ever do around you. “Uhm, it’s not finished, darlin’, don’t stress it.”

“No, it sounded sweet,” you protest. “Go on, Lu.”

“Well, it’s supposed to be about you,” she admits. The colour of her cheeks only grows more prominent. “Only I can’t get it right.”

“Sounded right to me,” you say gently, “sounded gorgeous, Lu.”

“Yeah, but you’re meant to say that.” Lucy Gray leans in to lovingly nudge her nose into your cheek. “You’re my girl.”

You laugh loudly at that. “Maybe, but you know I’d tell you if you brought a bad song to me. Only reason I haven’t is cause you’ve never done it yet.”

“Yet.” She glowers at you playfully. “Today’s the day, I fear.”

“Enough,” you grumble. “Just play the song, baby. It’s about me, I have a right to hear it.”

She hesitates before ultimately giving in. She can never say no to you, and she was going to play this song for you eventually, only more… polished. She picks up her guitar, slides its capo back onto the fifth fret and begins to play. The melody is gentle and plucked, sweet in a way that’s reminiscent of but not as harsh as honey; it’s a subtle nectar, soft to the ear, soothing to the soul.

There was a bird who never flew,

But she still kept all of her feathers

So she could pluck ‘em out for you

And you could wear them in your hair, and

She’d be with you

Lucy Gray’s voice is hushed, and she trembles ever so slightly, as if the chords are hymns, as if the words are holy. When she’s finished, she looks up at you bashfully, her big brown eyes the warmest pools of love.

“‘S’all I got so far,” she says, “the other verses won’t go together right. Can’t make sense of it.”

“What are you talkin’ on, Lu,” you manage, eyes brimming with tears. “That was— you’re so—”

“Awh, baby,” she laughs, and pulls you into her arms. “You’re real sweet.”

“You’re the sweetest,” you tell her tearfully, and she kisses your forehead.

“I’m bein’ serious, though, I can never properly explain how I feel for you. Not in speech or song or anythin’. You’re the first thing in this life that’s stumped me.” Lucy Gray cradles you closer to her, littering little kisses across your hairline now.

“I think you made a good start,” you sniffle from where you’re nestled against her neck.

“Yeah, but it’s not enough. It won’t ever be enough, y’know? I don’t think there’s words for it.” She pauses. “You feel it too, right?”

“I do,” you confirm, holding her face ever so gently between your palms, “you’re so precious to me I can’t explain.”

“Exactly.” Her fingers trace gentle shapes on the skin of your shoulder. “I’ll keep tryin’ till the day I die, though.”

“Sounds like a plan to me.”

The two of you stay like that for a few minutes longer, utterly cocooned in one another, in love in a way that even bards cannot describe. And when you break apart, Lucy Gray Baird begins to thread flowers and feathers into the braids of your hair, and whispers promises that she’ll be with you forever.

#lucy gray baird x reader #lucy gray x reader #lucy gray baird x you #lucy gray x you #lucy gray baird x fem reader #lucy gray x fem reader #lucy gray baird #lucy gray #thg #tbosas #shoutout to the covey #god i love worldbuilding #god i love domesticity #god i love lucy gray #more fics inspired by hayley williams the legend #hayley williams #wait on is lu’s song change my mind #Spotify

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arc-misadventures · 1 year

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So for the dragon faunus fic I have an idea for it:

Dragons like hoarding stuff right whether it be gold or people like princesses. So what does Jaune hoard is it comics gold or something else

The Dragon’s Hoard

Coco: So, I heard you have a hoard of treasure.

Jaune: Like piles of gold coins that I can rest upon?

Coco: Yeah, so do you have a giant pile of gold you sleep on?

Jaune: No, I don’t; Besides, sleeping on a giant pile of gold sounds like it would hurt. I mean, it’s a pile of metal disks.

Coco: Oh, so you don’t have a hoard then?

Jaune: Actually… Now that I think about it, I actually do have a dragons hoard of treasure… I just thought I was a collector, not a hoarder…

Coco: Oh, really? What do you hoard?

Weiss: Money?

Ruby: Comics?!

Nora: Secret pancake recipes?!

Yang: A harem of sexy woman~?

Jaune: Uhh… Technically yes. I do have a large collection of comics, but that’s not my hoard. And, no I don’t have any secret pancake recipes. As for the harem… Well… It’s a work in progress…

Yang: Oh really now~?

Blake: Our odds are ever increasing~!

Velvet: He better hop me good, and hard~!

Coco: You better not…

Jaune: I’m the one who’s gonna get hopped, stop blaming me!

Weiss: Enough with the harem nonsense. What is it that you hoard?

Jaune: Precious gemstones!

Yang: Gemstones?

Coco: Like diamonds?

Jaune: Diamonds, emeralds, rubies, the gems, and sapphires! Likes these!

(Thunk, thunk, thunk, thunk!)

Several precious gemstones suddenly fall out of, Jaune’s sleeves. The shock of the ladies at the table at the sights of these precious gemstones was mesmerizing. But, the shear size of these gemstones sent chills of shock, and awe coursing through their spines.

Jaune: See? My, precious, precious gemstones~!

Yang: Uuuuuuuuhhhhh?!!

Ruby: That ruby is as big as an peach?!

Blake: That emerald is bigger than an avacado?!

Coco: That saphire is the size of a lemon…?

Velvet: That diamond is as large as a apple?!

Jaune: Yeah, I have way, way more than this, and many other type of gems as well. But, these four are just my favourites! I like to have them around me because they make me happy!

Weiss: Okay… B-Besides the fact that you somehow had those hidden up your sleeves?!

Jaune: Death will take me before I tell you how I hide my precious’s!

Weiss: But, that diamond… I-Is that the, Translucent Apple…?

Yang: The, Translucent Apple?

Weiss: It’s the worlds largest fine cut diamond the world has ever seen! It’s worth a king’s ransom, and a half!

Jaune: Oh, I would be a surprise, but considering someone of your background it makes sense you would know your precious gemstones. But, yes: Tis indeed the, Translucent Apple!

Weiss: T-Then that, emerald… I-It’s the, Gaia’s Seedling?!

Jaune: Yep!

Yang: Nice name…

Weiss: The sapphire… T-The Tear of the Sea?!

Velvet: Its as blue as his eyes…

Coco: Could rename it the, Dragons Eye now.

Nora: Ohh, nice!

Jaune: Smart cookie dat one is!

Weiss: And, the ruby… I-Its the B-Blood Stone…?!

Ruby: Ohh~! i like that name!

Jaune: Four for four! You win!

Weiss: …

Weiss: You’re the, Lapidary Master… The worlds most skilled gemstone cutter… The owner of Gem Refinery…?! The world’s largest supplier of raw minerals, refined metals, and precious gemstones… One of the richest people in the world…?!

Jaune: Yep, that’s me!

Weiss: Ohh…

(Thud!)

Ruby: Weiss?!

Jaune: Oh… Is she dead?

Blake: No, she just fainted…

Yang: Wait, since you collect precious metals, do you have a stash of gold?

Jaune: Yep!

Yang: So you do have a hoard of gold coins!

Nora: And, you sleep on it!

Jaune: No, I have a hoard of gold bars, not coins.

RYN: Why not?!

Jaune: Well, who uses minted coins for money any more?

RYN: …

Nora: Good point.

Jaune: Besides, its blocks of metal, that doesn’t sound comfortable to sleep on.

Yang: Like sleeping on a plank of wood.

Jaune: Yeah, pretty much.

Ruby: So… Uhh… Can I hold the, Blood Stone, Jaune?

Jaune: Sure you can!

Ruby: Really! Than…?!

Jaune: As soon as I remove it from your arm that is~!

RBYNCV: …

Yang: D-Did you just threaten to remove, Ruby’s hand…?

Jaune: Yes.

Blake: Your kidding, right? I mean, if I touch the emerald…?!

Blake barely had time to remove her hand before, Jaune’s talon hand slammed down on the table, tearing a frightening deep groove in the table as his hands encompassed his gem’s. His eyes shined with a madness that sent chills down their spines, as he glared upon them cautiously, and threateningly.

Jaune: BACK! Back away all of you! Death follows those who dare take my precious’s!

The group of ladies could only keep their hands in the air as they gulped nervously as, Jaune’s personality took such a violent, and deranged shift. Fortunately for them, someone who could manage, Jaune in this derange state finally came forward to save them.

: Jauney dear I heard you had some… fun with, Pyrrha. So, when can I expe…? What’s going on?

Nora: Mom, thank Gods you’re here!

RBYCV: Mom?

Nora: Jaune was showing us his precious stones, now he’s gone mad!

Juniper: Ahh, that explain that. Yeah, Jaune doesn’t like anyone touch his stones.

Coco: You don’t say.

Blake: He nearly cut my hand with his talons!

Ruby: He threatened to cut my hand off if I did!

Juniper: And, worse if you actually took it from him.

Velvet: He would?

Juniper: Oh yeah; When it comes to, Jaune’s gems, he will gut you if he sees you as a threat to his gemstones.

Velvet: S-Seriously…?

Juniper: He’s done it before. Luckily it was a bunch of bandits that attacked one of his supply convoys. He wouldn’t do it to his family, but the snarling fangs, and flames aren’t much better…

Ruby: Oh gods!

Yang: Okay… So, how do we get him to stop?

Juniper: Don’t worry girls, I’ve got this. Jaune Luna Arc!

Jaune: Rahhhh!

Juniper: Don’t you growl at me young man! How dare you treat your friends like this! Who even taught you such terrible manners?

Jaune: …

Jaune: You did.

Juniper: What?! I would never do such a thing!

Jaune: Well, not directly, but you did.

Juniper: I would not! What makes you think I would do that?

Jaune: Mmmm… I believe you said: “Get your filthy hands off my man you skank before I gut you like a fish you bitch.”

Juniper: …

Juniper: Oh…

Nora: Wow… Mom is awesome!

Yang: Okay, how is she your mom?

Jaune: …

Juniper: …

Juniper: So, can I expect grandbabies soon, or…?

Ruby: So she’s just going to ignore all of… That?

Coco: Probably for the best.

Yang: Wait… Pyrrha… Grandchildren… You slept with, Pyrrha didn’t you!

Jaune: Yes.

Nora: Why don’t you think she’s not here; Girl can’t feel her legs after, Jaune was finished with her.

RBYV: …

RBYV: WHAT?!!

Coco: Nice~!

#rwby #jaune arc #yang xiao long #blake belladonna #nora valkyrie #pyrrha nikos #weiss schnee #ruby rose #juniper arc #jaune x pyrrha #pyrrha x jaune #rwby arkos

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marimayscarlett · 2 months

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I want to publicly display my love for you, I know it's random, but I want everybody to know what a FUCKING AWESOME person you are and how happy I am we have connected on this hellhole of a site and how glad I am we have reconnected

now we're thirsting peacefully over men who belong to other women and have kids BUT HERE THE FUCK WE ARE and I wouldn't have it any other way

you're meine Frau, für immer

Honestly, this brought me to tears right in the center of my kitchen while my cinnamon buns burned in the oven ಥ_ಥ Ioana, you can't just drop this in my inbox and expect me to funtion properly after this!

I can't describe how glad I am that we connected on here - almost 9 years ago, after I was so very intimidated by you at first (because well... just look in the mirror you damn goddess), we bonded incredibly quick and well over our mutual R+ love, especially for these two gems (Richard my forever mostly beloved, I 'know' him now for the same amount of time as I know you 😌😀):

Years went by and we lost sight of each other, BUT NOW we're here again, going strong on the 'thirst for older men and preventing each other from losing the last thread of sanity'-vibe 🤝🏼

It's like not a day went by in forms of talking to each other, you really are one of my most precious safe spaces 🤍

"thirsting peacefully over men who belong to other women and have kids" yes and not only that, but we lately have a talent to fall for the "not so conventionally attractive but OH MY GOD/insider tip" men, we're thriving in our endless thirst and enabling each others obsession like we should 😌 By the way, I realised that both are masters of "the gaze™" 👀

I'm so thankful to have you in my life and really cherish you to no end. Thank you for existing in the same time as I do, I really can count myself lucky regarding this. 🤍

And please remember: When you someday come visit me, you'll have to make pizza for your bonus-niece. Since you're the cool pizza aunt 🍕 (and bring David a bottle of whiskey or two) 😌💕

#incredibly personal post but ooooh girl #this has to be posted #the Rammstein fandom really gave me the chance to meet some absolutely amazing people #8 years and still/again going strong 🤍#personal #ask #you will be forever my most iconic fierce 'taking shit from no one' queen and will always be a role model to me #if you like it or not #Richard kruspe #christoph schneider #samuel roukin #hugo weaving

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milk-ducts · 4 months

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You're really out here thinking u don't have a relevant internet presence?? lmao please, ur like one of the best invincible blogs i follow and ur art is just beyond stunning. i LIVE for the rare moments u post those gorgeous drawings, u capture these characters in a way no one else does and have such a way with color picking and rendering AHHHH. And don't even get me started on your character analyses, like the way u pick apart immortal and cecil just makes me see them in an entirely different way and anytime you post i know im in for a treat

you're a gem in this fandom and we're so lucky to have u, i just wish u were more active but i get it, life happens. i'm always happy whenever i see u post SOMETHING, even if it's just you reblogging other artists. point is, we love u, i love u, and u better know how much u mean to ur followers

i love u so much u funky little creature keep doing u and being the light of my dash. merry christmas, here's to another year of me thirsting after your art and yelling into the void abt how much i adore u. <333

WTF…,…. IM LITERALLY GONNA KILL MYSELF WJAT./.,… /J i seriously have such a hard time seeing any sort of value and or relevance in the things i post but msgs like this remind me there r actually ppl out there who do enjoy and look forward to my rambles n doodles,, and i am just,, so grateful……………. !!!!!

LIKE U DON'T UNDERSTAND HOW MUCH THIS MEANS TO ME AAAAHHH THANK U THANK U THANK U.. IM ON MY KNEES. i feel so blessed to have followers like u who stick around even when i disappear for months on end.,, just know that anytime i do post, it's literally only becuz of sweethearts such as urself motivating me from the shadows <3 i appreciate every single one of u more than words can describe,, i wish yall would get more active here as well !! (INVINCIBLE TUMBLR FEED),, its such a great fandom filled w sm wonderful and talented ppl on here !!!

ALSO ANON U BETTER KNOW I LOVE U TOO U PRECIOUS ANGEL!!!!! LIKE IF I COULD REACH THRU THIS SCREEN N SMOOCH U I WOULD!!! AWAGHHHGGGGGGGGGGGGGjHGGUIOIUFYG i hope the rest of ur holidays are as bright and cheerful as u made mine today. ur the best bb now if u'll excuse me imma go cry myself 2 sleep bc i can't handle this kind of stuf….. (also.. it is lat,e,, for me .. < 3 gn everyone)

#milky.txt #milkyasks

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french-unknown · 8 months

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐀 𝐆𝐄𝐌 | 𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐎𝐝𝐚𝐢𝐫

finnick odair x fem!reader

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: The Capitol has always been your playground, you were known and appreciated there. Yet as you get closer to the victor from District 4, you realize that there may be more beyond your borders.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: none

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 1.2k +

𝐉𝐎𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐘 𝐔𝐏𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄

[ m a s t e r l i s t ]

THE BRILLANCE OF A GEM HEADCANON

You're from the Capitol.

Your family is originally from District 1 where they made their fortune in the precious stone business in order to finally settle in the Capitol at the time of your great-grandparents. It still owns the majority of the precious stone mines today, with a particular monopoly on diamonds and rubies. It also runs several highly regarded lapidary workshops among Capitol jewelers.

Given the prestige amassed, your family is among the wealthiest and most influential in Panem.

Your family is also very important in the sphere of sponsorship of the Hunger Games where it is reputed to be one of the most generous sponsors of the Games, especially for the career districts. As a result, you meet quite regularly with the victors of these districts who take care of their relations with your lineage for the purposes of asking for gifts afterwards. As a result, since the victors of the Hunger Games are considered famous celebrities in Capitol, it further bolsters your family's image.

When you were born, you received gifts from Career Districts in order to maintain ties. - District 1 gave you a huge baby cashmere fabric, which is the rarest and most expensive fabric in all of Panem - District 2 gave you a ceremonial dagger engraved and set with countless precious stones - District 4 offered you a set of natural pearls with an incomparable mother-of-pearl whose shapes were either totally round or drop-shaped

During Finnick's Games, your parents started teaching you about the Hunger Games so they took you to the sponsorship room for the first time to show you how it's going and so that you can understand your future role.

However, they hadn't expected that you have a monumental crush on the District 4 tribute to whom you are going to offer the trident which will become the most expensive gift of all the Games. To pay for it, you will innocently dip into your parents' money. When they find out, they're going to be mortified. They will leave the weapon with Finnick and assume by assuring that they had been moved to see a tribute that was the age of their daughter but, in private, they will take you aside to explain to you that you should never redo such an expensive gift.

As you grow up, you will be trained by your parents, tutors and image consultants to develop your family's own taste and style. You will therefore learn how to assemble and create beautiful outfits, develop your general knowledge, practice arts of all kinds (painting, dance, music, literature, architecture and sculpture or theater) as well as master the different speeches to know how to handle words.

You will then start appearing at the festivities of the elite of the Capitol which you surprisingly enjoy.

However, you will not have the right to converse in public with Finnick because, after he turns 16, he will start to drag his reputation as a womanizer and your parents refuse to have it associated with the image of their family. They don't care about your relationship as long as you stay hidden. So you start dating and you try your best to buy his time from Snow on the sly from your parents and Capitol society.

You once wanted to give him one of the pearls you received at birth from District 4 but he took it badly since he considers that you should cherish them rather than give them away. He also tells you that these gifts were quite poorly perceived in his district since these pearls had been the most beautiful for several decades and that they had been the pride of the inhabitants. Yet they had been given as bribes.

As you meet, you become more and more opposed to the Hunger Games and you follow the revolt from afar.

During the 75th Hunger Games, you are taken by Plutarch and Haymitch with Eiffie (whom you know because she has gained popularity since Katinss' victory at the previous Games) to the 13th District because, given your influence in the capital, you can become a major asset in appeasing the inhabitants of the Capitol during the transition of power. Furthermore, you know that Snow is aware of your relationship with Finnick and you are also aware of his treatment of those who may be, even potentially, a threat to his power.

You hate your stay in the 13th District. Even if you agree with the fact that the Games are inhuman as well as the difference in standard of living between the Capitol and the rest of Panem, you realize that you still care about your comfort. Goodbye soft clothes against the skin; hello rough fabrics. Goodbye good meals and sugary drinks; hello to poor and bland meals in limited quantities. Goodbye the pleasant days of entertainment in good company; hello the exhausting days of work. The only positive is that now you are more with Finnick even though he is very busy with the Rebellion.

You also get closer to Peeta Mellark whose witty traits you appreciate even if he was very suspicious at first.

"Give me a good reason to stay and talk to you." the boy from District 12 asked coldly. "We do have things in common?" answered the girl, stubbornly. "Oh yeah?" sneered Peeta. "And which ones?" "First of all, we've both kissed Finnick Odair." The baker's son let out a laugh, taken by surprise by the answer, and ended up unstuck enough to finally become your friend.

Once the Rebellion is over, you will live with Finnick at the Capitol.

You get your money back on condition that you finance structures (hospitals, housing, schools) throughout Panem, that you pay financial aid to the poorest and that you resell certain diamond and ruby mines of your family so that you're no longer the monopoly.

Finnick basically wanted you to move to his district but, after a few months there, you were really not comfortable with the comforts of life. Finally, he himself proposes that you move to the Capitol. There, you continue to live on a good standard of living although you are less rich than before because of the costs of post-Rebellion reconstruction, the aid to be paid or the demands of your employees (wage increases, creation charges and salary protections). There is also a drop in profits since, with the loss of the monopoly on gemstones due to the new regime, you can no longer set prices as before. However, you still have plenty to live on.

Finnick becomes a kind of logistics intermediary in the trade of products and services from District 4 (aquaculture, navigation, and fishing) throughout Panem. Indeed, he knows the value of this products, he is known throughout Panem, he has a good relationship with people while being a diplomat and he has made connections among the former Capitol and former victors for all these years. He also benefits from your help and your connections.

His love languages are physical contact and quality time while yours are more acts of service and physical contact (only in private) which sometimes creates dissonance in your relationship but you manage to make it work.

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓: @amonett

#the hunger games #hunger games #imagine #finnick odair #finnick odair imagine #finnick odair x reader

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librarycards · 1 month

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hihi, i work in a public library & m always seeking new (to me) books & writers! i read largely magical realism & specfic w the occasional litfic (most recently Kaveh Akbar’s Martyr!) & plenty of poetry by qtpoc whose imagery gets called “weird”, trying to avoid repetition of titles i’ve seen in ur already answered asks, here r some books/authors i love:

Past Lives, Future Bodies & Gods of Want (everything, rlly, but emphasis on the short stories & poetry) by K-Ming Chang

Peaces by Helen Oyeyemi (particularly for the sense of utter existential dread it left me)

M Archive by Alexis Pauline Gumbs (hybrid forms <3)

Vagabonds! by Eloghosa Osunde

& Jamie Berrout’s entire bibliography

tyty!!! p.s. just bc i can imagine them being clear connections to make, i also already know & cherish Akwaeke Emezi’s & Rivers Solomon’s books!

given that you're a library professional, i'm going to focus on un(der)known books with relatively little buzz! hopefully this might inspire you to order some of these or maybe find a new hidden gem :)

Niki Tulk, O.

Jesi Bender, Kinderkrankenhaus

Keely Shinners, How to Build a Home for the End of the World

Mairead Case, Tiny

Jay Besemer, The Ways of the Monster

Marwa Helal, Ante Body

Precious Okoyomon, Ajebota

i also have a book (forthcoming in aug., but I have ARCs/pre-orders open now!) you may like :3

there are other books I could rec, but I trust you've seen them in my other asks or know about many of them already!

#northst-r #ask #book rec

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“The Collector” Dr R. Stone

Welcome to the story of Rosetto Stone (get it?) the most prolific and well-known collector in the simverse.

Have you ever wondered who donated all those gems and fossils to the Willow Creek museum? Who was the brave sim that first traversed the jungles of Selvadorada to fill their local museum with precious artifacts? What was the name of the sim who went where no sim has ever gone before, to the stars of Sixam to bring back out of this world discoveries, to the shores of Brindleton Bay all the way to the deserts of Oasis Springs? Well…

Dr R. Stone has been fascinated with collectibles ever since he was an inquisitive toddler and now, as an adult sim tired of his mundane life and the struggles of working a boring career just for a few simoleons, he has decided to embark on as many grand adventures as possible - to find all the collectibles that he can.

His journey begins in: the deep and dangerous jungles of Selvadorada, where it is rumoured that hidden in the undergrowth lies a hoard of unimaginable treasures, with temples to tackle and local cuisines to indulge in.

#sims4 #gaming #pc games #sims 4 screenshots #sims 4 story #sims story #simsstories #thesims4 #ts4 #ts4 gameplay #rags to riches #sims 4 gameplay #sims 4 #my sims #sims 4 cc #sims 4 legacy #sims 4 cas #game #video games

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wonderinc-sonic · 3 months

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MOLE PEOPLE SHATTERSPACE IS SUCH A FUN IDEA <3

In the Grim:

The surface lost it's atmosphere due to shattery shenanigans, and so nothing would grow or survive. The people went from going out in the day to being completely underground, living off mushrooms and stuff. Ruby Rouge - who already had control of many caves and was an explorer - graciously allowed people into her tunnels, in exchange for working for her digging for more treasure. The other main characters, however, are trying to also get everybody new wells and nightgardens, but she's not too fond of them using her tools and tunnels for things that don't produce shiny things (mad with gem doo-la - dread reference). They mine for her now, but all their digging has actually been making the grim unstable-r, because, yknow, it's literally falling through. But she just has to have those precious shiny things. Her lair is the only place with a lot of light, because with only a few candles her treasure reflects it all. Yes it's tamatoa-esque ❤️

If they existed, Nine would have stolen Ruby's crown jewel and she'd be sending her minions to attack.

#rouge centred ahatterspace is necessary for my whole entire life #sonic prime #headcanons #wonderincs #thanks for the ask!#supersonicslacker

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Heavy trigger warning! This story includes heavy themes of ab*se, r*pe, mental illness and violence.

Freedom: A John Shelby mini fic

Chapter one: 3011 words

It was the middle of the night, the fields around the campsite completely black in the darkness. Alice was wouldn't have even known she was anywhere near Birmingham if not for overhearing a conversation between her husband and one of his lackeys.

"Don't let her out the van when daylight comes, the bitch might recognise her surroundings and try a runner." Jones muttered to Ronnie in Romani.

"She don't know backroads Jonesy, not even these Brummy ones."

Her stomach instantly flipped at the mention of Birmingham. She'd all but given up hope on ever seeing that city again. After the night she was wed, the clan instantly moved to Ireland for a few months, then to Scotland, France, and finally back to England. It never made a difference to Alice what country she was in, she was still a caged bird desperate to fly.

"I think you'd be surprised by what that girl knows." The grubby man replied with a grunt before banging loudly on the painted wood of the caravan Alice was forced to spend most of her days in.

"Wake up! You know what time it is!" He shouted with an audible grin, immediately killing positive emotion Alice might've had inside her gut.

Jones had been completely repulsive right from the start. She supposed that her father had spun the classic "problematic woman who needs taming" story to him and that's why he was so strict at first. But even as he wore her spirit down and made her submit, he only seemed to get worse.

Alice quickly did a fake yawn as she stepped out from the caravan, stretching her arms before standing and shooting her husband a dirty look, barely visible in the candle light. She could smell the liquor on him already, getting straight onto her knees before he could force her onto them.

Ronnie scoffed, looking down at her and licking his lips before walking away.

"I do wish you'd let us all have a go again." He chuckled at Jones as he headed towards the rest of the camp, something that the taller man ignored as he was focused on getting his dick out of his pants.

Alice had grown numb to the feeling, helped by the opium she was fed. Without it, he wouldn't have dared to put his precious gems anywhere near her teeth - a scar on it from one of her previous 'outbursts'.

Once the assault was finished, the thin girl was sent to help with the cooking, not treated particularly nice by any of the other women at the camp either. They were also mistreated by their family and husbands but never to the degree that Alice was. Nonetheless, they all seemed to enjoy seeing Alice suffer as much as the men did, all but one of the younger girls - Mindy.

She had also been forcefully wed to a member of the tribe but was a lot more submissive and therefore likeable to them. The girl was stick thin and no taller than four and a half foot, but that night she showed more bravery than Alice ever thought possible from her.

As the hours passed and the men eventually collapsed around the fire in their drunken stupors, Alice was locked away in the caravan she shared with Jones, as per. Her mind raced with ways to get out, desperately looking at the walls for some clue as if she hadn't done that a million times before. If she forcefully broke out it would make a loud noise and alert someone, then she would only have a couple of seconds to get a head start before Jones came after her and he would surely catch her. He always did.

Just as she began to give up, the sound of the lock being opened shot her head in the direction of the door.

"Has he woken up just to have his way with me?" She thought to herself, her heart thumping in her throat. If that was the case then he would surely be extremely drunk and that would mean extra violent; something that even the dope couldn't numb out.

Her anxiety was quickly lifted however when Mindy's soft, blue eyes met hers through the darkness.

"Go East." The girl whispered and she didn't need to say it twice.

Alice sent her a thankful nod and raced away, dashing through the open fields and forests until she found a small cave.

Panting, she looked around to make sure she hadn't been followed and once she was certain, collapsed onto the ground. Her body ached from running, she hadn't stopped for at least an hour and was just now catching her breath. As she lied on the dirty forest floor, her adrenaline started to fade, she shook and instead she was suddenly overcome by nausea and emotion. So many emotions. She wanted to cry, but she couldn't - not yet.

Vomit exited from her for a few short minutes before she stood up and decided to carry on moving, this time with a slower pace as for the first time in a long time, she actually felt slightly hopeful.

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Hours passed and the sun was just beginning to rise. Alice could see the outline of the bustling city and despite the immense amount of physical pain she was in, had forced herself to keep on moving. It was getting tough though.

A few of the fresher injuries that Jones had given her had reopened in amongst the desperate scrambling through trees and bushes and were now bleeding or extremely sore. These injuries included deep cuts on her back and stomach, a shallow stab wound he'd left in her thigh and burns from his friends cigars. She was also extremely nauseous from opium and the generally awful living conditions she'd been confined to, not having done much running or eaten many full meals in the last five years.

Being closer to the road, she was hoping to see a car pass and beg the driver for a ride - she would do anything in return. But no cars passed. She didn't even know if anyone would let her in, if they would just call the police and have her sent to a crazy house.

"Maybe with the blood on my dress it's not such a good idea." She thought, looking down at the mess for a moment.

However, the sound of an automobile heading in her direction quickly shot that thought out of her head and without even thinking, she threw herself out into the road, waving her hands in the air desperately to stop the driver.

Through the windscreen, she could see two men with flat caps and suits on, the one behind the wheel having broad shoulders and a piercing gaze even from a small distance. The driver slammed on the breaks, stopping a foot in front of Alice who immediately started to explain.

"I'm so sorry to stop you gentlemen. I'm in quite a bit of trouble and I need a ride into Small Heath. I'll do anythi-" The words were firing out of her mouth at a hundred miles per hour, desperate to be heard before they sped away, but she gasped in shock and cut herself off as the men stepped out of the car.

Once they made eye contact with her, they too stopped in shock for a short moment.

"Alice fucking Shepherd? Is that you?" Arthur Shelby squinted his eyes and looked intensely at her face, answering himself before she had the chance to.

"It is!" He turned to John. "You remember fuckin' Alice-"

"Yes I remember. How could I forget?" John cut his brother off, his eyes never leaving the shaking girl.

He couldn't quite believe his vision, thinking the girl to be dead or gone forever. For a while he'd been secretly devastated, always having hoped that he'd marry her one day. But after a few years, like everyone else, he just accepted that she wasn't coming back.

Her big brown eyes and pink lips were still as beautiful as he remembered, even as she stood there visibly bruised and sickly looking like a deer in the headlights, and he felt a stir in his chest that he thought he'd completely lost.

When they were younger, she'd been the only girl to ever intimidate him. But now she looked so weak. He realised that something bad must've happened while she was gone. Something really bad to have made Alice Shepherd beg anyone for anything, let alone a ride into shitty Small Heath.

She was also quite shocked, not expecting to see John and Arthur Shelby of all people. Her mind had almost forgotten about them, being focused on such more disturbing things like basic survival and murdering her husband. Despite this, as soon as she saw John, his face just as pretty but now more defined, her breath caught in her throat and she fell to her knees.

"Woah! Are you alright?" John snapped out of his shocked stare and rushed over, bending down to her level.

She held her head in her hands for a moment, the huge rush of relief upon seeing them being slightly overwhelming.

"Alice. Are you okay?" John repeated, putting his hand on her shoulder and gently shaking her until she looked up at him with a nod, tears silently forming in her eyes.

He instantly noticed and quickly pulled her up into a tight hug, cooing her gently as she began to cry into his chest.

Never in a million years did he think he'd ever see Alice Shepherd again, let alone have her crying into his chest on the outskirts of Birmingham as the sun rose on his way back from some less than legal dealings.

"What's going on? Should I turn off the engine?" Arthur called over, prompting John to loosen the hug but keep his arm around her.

"Come on, let's go. I'll take you home, free of charge." He said quietly with a small smile, bringing a smaller smile to Alice's face.

John didn't want to unwrap his arm from around her, a part of him scared that she might disappear again. But he had to be the driver as Arthur had drank far too much to be trusted behind the wheel.

As Alice climbed into the backseat, she felt a huge weight lift from her shoulders. A relieved sigh left her mouth and her body relaxed for the first time in a long while. The Shelby family had always been good to hers and from the looks of their suits and car, had more security than ever before.

"Good to see you again Alice." Arthur turned around from the passenger seat with a smile, the attempt at comfort evident in his gruff voice. "Glad to know you're alive."

In the dim lighting of the automobile, Arthur noticed the injuries and blood on her body that weren't previously visible in the shadows outside.

"Even more scars than when we were kids. What the fuck has this girl been up to?" He thought, before speaking. "Sweetheart, how fresh is that blood and where is it coming from?"

At the word 'blood', John looked down at his shirt and noticed that he too, was stained with it from their contact. His mind automatically fearing for the worst, he sped up slightly and kept his eyes focused on the road.

Alice looked down at herself, suddenly going light headed as she realised just how much blood there actually was. She felt around for which cut or stab or burn was leaking the most but they all seemed to be fairly bad. It didn't help that her body was numb from the trauma and shock of the past couple hours.

"Th-there's a lot of them. I-I don't know." She stammered before looking back up into Arthur's concerned eyes. "I-I'll b-be fine though."

Almost as soon as the words left her mouth, her eyes rolled back and the pale girl fell limp into the back corner, prompting Arthur to clamber over instantly.

John sped up more whilst Arthur inspected the injuries, both brothers in a slight panic. The elder awkwardly sucked in his lips before deciding to pull up her dress and try to work out what exactly was injured.

"How's she looking brother?" John asked. "Why'd she stop talking?"

Arthur was stunned for a moment, gulping before turning and replying "She fainted... Looks like she's been bloody tortured! Couldn't even tell ya what's done it, no bullets though so that's a good sign."

John's grip on the wheel tightened and his jaw clenched slightly. Violence against women was not something he agreed with, especially not against one he cared about. The possibilities of what had happened to Alice while she was away made him feel disturbed and angry. He'd always assumed that she'd chosen a new life, probably charmed and married some successful man and had a kid or two - it was now clear that probably wasn't the case.

Soon, the boys had dropped her off at the hospital. A big part of John wanted to stay there and make sure she was fine, but Arthur insisted that that would be a strange thing to do for a woman you haven't seen in years and made him feel weak for his emotions.

In the morning he explained the situation to Ada and Polly, who instantly rushed to be with Alice whilst the boys continued with business.

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"I can't believe it. I can't believe she's alive. If only her mother was here to see this day, God rest her soul." Polly spoke quickly as the two women paced down the hospital halls.

Ada didn't have anything to say, not yet. She'd been extremely upset when Alice was sent away, even more so when she realised that her best friend probably wasn't returning. Part of her still blamed her aunt for ever placing the idea in Clara Shepherd's manic head, but she was sure Polly already felt enough guilt and didn't need it rubbed in.

Both of them were so happy to hear she was alive, assuming the worst after she was declared missing and had no idea what to expect when they saw her. Ada hoped that she would be the same chatty friend she'd once known like the back of her hand whilst Polly hoped for an unharmed but tamer girl than what she remembered, dreading to think of how she'd react to the news of her family.

Neither of the women were prepared to see the broken girl in the hospital bed, her wounds being wrapped gently by a nurse as she stared into space. There were bruises causing her face to be slightly swollen and her body was uncomfortably thin, but as clear as day that was Alice Shepherd. Her eyes soon met the two new pairs in the room and a small smile crossed her face.

"You can't be in here right now-" the nurse began but stopped talking as soon as she saw Polly, instead looking down at the floor and meekly walking out of the room, leaving the women alone.

Ada flung her arms around Alice before quickly pulling them away as the girl flinched.

"Alice! I can't believe you're alive! What happened?" She gasped, sitting down beside the bed. "Are you okay?"

"Of course she's not okay, look at her." Polly quickly snapped, sitting down on the other side of the bed. Her eyes had already scanned the injuries littered across the girl's body and ring on her finger - forming a gut feeling of what might've happened. "You're safe with us now though, they'll never hurt you again."

"With us?" Alice thought. "What about my own fucking family?"

"Where's my mother?" She asked shortly to the two women, their solemn faces instantly answering her question.

"And my brothers?"

Another sad look from Ada. Another gut punch.

"Jamie in the Somme and Andrew in Verdun. They both fought alongside Tommy... Your mother fell sick with consumption after they died, she didn't suffer for too long though as it spread very rapidly." Polly answered, her voice remaining one tone but her eyes showing great emotion.

Clara Shepherd had been Polly's best and often only friend; her death having quite the hidden impact on the busy woman. Now seeing the supposedly dead or eternally missing daughter of said best friend sent her back to memories of the deathbed; the promise made.

Due to her nature in childhood, both visitors expected Alice to jump out of the bed and start smashing things, or to grab the nearest sharp object and viciously cut herself. Instead, she laid still and stared blankly at the wall ahead, tears silently dropping down her face but her voice remaining unaffected.

"And the house? All of their stuff. It's gone?"

"Yes... Mostly gone. Your mother did ask me to keep a few things just incase you ever came back."

A small moment of silence passed, everyone in intense thought, until Alice spoke again.

"Where am I to stay? I have no money."

"Don't you worry about that, you can stay with us for as long as you need!" Polly answered.

"Or you can stay with me and Freddie but there's really not much room with my baby, Karl now.. and he cries all night." Ada quickly added, gently placing her hand on top of Alice's.

Another moment of silence passed, Alice staring at the wall in deep thought about her family before taking a long, deep breath and turning to Ada with a forced smile.

"Thank you Ada. I appreciate that a lot, but I think I'd rather have a good nights rest."

The Shelby women spent the next hour catching Alice up on everything that had happened since her absence, carefully brushing over anything to do with her passed family and whilst the injured girl appreciated their kindness, all she wanted to do was grieve and adjust to her newfound freedom - still not quite believing it to be real.

Go on the tag freedom on my profile to see other parts!! Xxx

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