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pacinglikeghosts · 4 months

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happy new years eve and happy birthday nancy wheeler (according to my headcanon)! as yall have seen, i have been plagued by percy jackson brainrot as of late, but i also missed writing ronance, so i combined the two! this does not have a title yet, and it's still a ROUGH draft, but here is a percy jackson-ish ronance au, with some homoerotic sparring, a date by the lake, and lots of weird pacing <3 godly parents are mostly based on simplytomh on twitter's assignments.

Robin had been at camp for just about a month, and she was convinced she had broken nearly every bone in her body—twice. Every day, she woke up with her body aching and new bruises littering her skin. Apparently, there wasn’t enough nectar and ambrosia in the world to help her.

Frankly, she felt like no matter what she did at camp, she was destined to fail. Sure, she had been claimed by her godly parent, which was…nice, she supposed. Glad to know her father wasn’t just some deadbeat that left her and her mom alone for seventeen years, but rather a deadbeat god who did all of that, and gave Robin a messed-up brain. It was a bit of a relief to find out her talent with languages wasn’t sparked from sheer boredom, but a trait from her dad’s side of the family, though it was a bit insulting to find out her half siblings are typically athletic and skilled at lying—though she could fib her way out of some small issues, she certainly wasn’t athletic.

Even as half god, she was still a fuck up. Great.

“Well, good morning, feather-feet,” Steve greeted with a grin far too cheerful for nine in the morning.

Robin glared up at him through her bangs. “Never call me that again.”

Steve laughed, holding his hands up in surrender. “Sorry, Rob…are you ready for sword fighting?”

“Against Nancy? No way.”

He shook his head, bending down to tighten the laces on his sneakers. “C’mon, Nance isn’t that bad. She’s just…she’s got a thick skin and she’s one hell of a fighter, but she’s not the emotionless bitch everyone makes her out to be. She’s got a big heart,” he insisted. “Besides, I know you’re into her.”

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about, and I don’t need you mettling,” Robin muttered as she tugged on the bright orange collar of her camp t-shirt, her face growing warm. “Don’t you have some crafts to do with some of the younger campers? Or some flirting to do with a certain child of Apollo?”

Steve’s ears tinged pink, his own turn at embarrassment taking force. “Shut up,” he mumbled as he hid his face behind a poorly disguised cough. “See you at lunch. Let me know how sword fighting goes.”

Robin rolled her eyes and headed towards the arena, her body aching with every step. No matter how much her new-found best friend attempted to will it otherwise, there was no way her encounter with Nancy in that arena would end up as anything other than positively terrible.

***

“It should be simple for most of you at this point,” Nancy Wheeler, Athena’s golden child and head counselor began as she grabbed a glittering gold sword from the pile. “Combat is all about strategy. You need to be two steps ahead of your opponent at all times. Now, to demonstrate, I need someone to come help me. Robin, I think you’d be a good fit for it.”

“I definitely do not think I would be,” Robin protested. “Unless you want everyone here to watch me fall flat on my face and embarrass myself.”

Nancy loosened her grip on the sword ever so slightly. “Hermes kids are naturally good fighters, you’ll be fine,” she reassured. “Just trust me.”

“Oh, I trust you fine, I just don’t trust myself. I mean, have you seen me try to do the climbing wall? I think half of these bruises are just from that, but yeah, let’s add a deadly weapon, and I know Hermes kids are usually naturally good fighters, but we’re also supposed to be naturally faster and more agile than most others, and I’m clearly not, seeing as this bruise on my knee is from tripping over a branch yesterday and this one is from—”

“Robin. Just get up here.”

Robin trudged to join Nancy up front, wincing as she grabbed the bronze sword from the top of the pile. The weapon felt heavy in her hands, and awkward in her grip, as though she was not the person to be holding it. In fact, she could probably name ten other people in the group that were better swordsmen than she was.

“As I was saying,” Nancy continued and squared up. “This is all a matter of strategy. Just watch how Robin reacts to my motions.”

Robin, unsurprisingly, did not react well to Nancy’s advances, as within minutes her sword fell to the ground with a metallic clatter. “Sorry, I just—it looked like you were going to kill me,” Robin forced out as she scrambled to pick up her weapon.

Nancy shrugged off the comment, and instead turned back to the group. “When my sword hit Robin’s, the angle of contact made it so the tip of my blade seemed incredibly close to coming in contact with her chest. Thankfully, I wouldn’t ever kill Robin, but that isn’t to say other people wouldn’t try to—and that goes for any of you. However, had Robin repositioned her angle of contact, my wrist would have been twisted at such an angle that she would have had the upper hand,” she explained, before turning back to Robin. “Let’s go again.”

Though every part of her told her to run, Robin grabbed her sword off the ground and squared up, attempting to level with Nancy despite being a few inches taller than her. It was all a matter of strategy, she kept reminding herself after the first strikes. Watch the wrist, and her stance, and it would finally make sense.

All of a sudden, it was like the instincts that had been asleep for so long finally awoke from hibernation, and Robin found herself tapped into a secret sixth sense. It was as though she was pulled out of her body and given superpowers; replaced with a version of herself that could hold her own in battle. Every hit towards her was blocked, and Nancy seemed to be fired up with a new sense of determination. It was…almost attractive? If such a word could be used to describe a girl at the other end of a deadly weapon. The glint in her eyes and the mid-morning light reflecting off her ponytail made Nancy seem like the paintings and drawings Robin had seen in classes of ancient warriors (which she supposed made a bit of sense, given Nancy’s parentage)—powerful and authoritative on one hand, but ethereal and other-worldly on the other.

Then, the cool pressure of Nancy’s sword pressed against Robin’s throat, the tip of the blade landing right below her chin and knocking her out of her thoughts. “You…said you wouldn’t kill me,” Robin forced out, swallowing heavily against the point.

Nancy dropped her sword, the fiery gleam in her eyes glowing brighter. “I did,” she acknowledged. “Always have to be two steps ahead of your opponent, Buckley,” she added as she placed the weapon back in the pile.

Robin grumbled out her response, hoping that Nancy couldn’t hear how she was distinctly mocking her, before taking off her armor one piece at a time. “You know there were people actually willing to help you, right?”

“I did,” Nancy hummed. “But I knew you could do it.”

Robin rolled her eyes. “You could have killed me!”

“I wouldn’t have,” Nancy insisted, her formerly monotonous voice softening. “Will you meet me at the lake tonight before lights out?”

Robin scoffed, bending down to tighten the laces on her boots. “So you can kill me once and for all? Or leave me for the cleaning harpies?”

“Robin,” Nancy sighed. “Do you trust me?”

Robin looked up from her boots, staring up at Nancy. The iciness in her eyes had melted, the cool blue becoming more like the color of a sunny day than that of bitter cold, and the hardened expression on her face had faded almost entirely.

Robin bit down on the inside of her cheek, before nodding. “I already told you, yes.”

When Robin told Steve about Nancy’s proposal at dinner, he seemed all too overjoyed for his friend to be thrown to the metaphorical wolves—trust or no trust. He insisted—several times—that he had no stake in the matter, nor had he mettled in the happenings between his two friends. He simply wanted to see the happiness between Robin and Nancy, and saw the potential for the two of them to bond.

Like Robin believed that.

Still, she let Steve fix her hair and critique her outfit, fine tuning everything from the way she tied her boots to the haphazard way she buttoned her shirt. “You’d think I was going out on a date,” Robin remarked with a laugh as he gave her one final look-over, but Steve remained silent and focused on his task, tongue wedged between his teeth.

“Good luck,” he said finally, nudging her towards the lake. “Don’t freak out.”

Robin’s eyes widened, her head whipping back to face Steve. “Freak out? Why would I freak out? What’s going on that would make me freak out? You told me this would be fine and she wasn’t going to kill me and I could trust her and—”

“Just go! You’ll see!” he insisted, giving her another push. “Good luck! Have fun!”

Robin bit back a scowl. “I hate you!” she called over her shoulder, before heading down the hill to the beach.

When she reached the beach, she was stunned to find the terrain not set up for her inevitable doom, but rather a candlelit spread of a blanket and strawberries, with Nancy sitting on one end. Robin once again considered the fact that she may in fact be on a date, but given the way Nancy was idly studying her knife, she couldn’t be too sure.

“Uh…hi,” Robin greeted awkwardly, approaching the blanket.

In the dim light, Nancy’s face brightened. “Robin, you came!” she smiled.

“You invited me, and I said I would,” Robin answered, her gaze shifting from the knife to Nancy’s face. “You…aren’t going to kill me, right?”

Nancy frowned, then remembered the weapon in her hand. “What? No, I’m just looking this over for my brother and forgot to bring it back to him. Something about aerodynamics.”

“Wouldn’t that be the job of the Hephaestus cabin?”

“You’d think so,” Nancy laughed, “but here I am,” she added, before gesturing to the blanket. “Come sit.”

Robin settled onto the other side of the blanket, her limbs awkwardly pulled into her body. “That’s good to know, at least,” she breathed out. “But…why exactly did you invite me here?”

“Steve didn’t tell you?” Nancy asked. Robin shook her head. “Figures…son of Aphrodite’s all for romance except when it comes to his friends. Or his own life, I guess.”

Robin laughed, stretching out her legs and leaning back on the blanket. “I know! I mean, seriously. He’s been pining for—I don’t even know how long and he still refuses to make a move,” she grinned. “Wait…romance? This—this is a date?”

“Is that okay?” Nancy asked hesitantly. “I’ve had a crush on you since you got here, and I know how stupid that sounds, but I’ve just been trying to figure out a time to talk to you since you seem to be actively avoiding me, so I planned to spar with you and ask you to meet me here. Steve, uh, actually suggested it. Not everything, just the set up.”

Robin exhaled, staring out at the water. “Figured,” she noted, before turning to Nancy. “I was only avoiding you because I’ve thought you were so perfect and smart and gorgeous since I got here, and every time I was around you I made a fool of myself. You didn’t do anything wrong, I was just trying to avoid embarrassing myself around you more than I already had.”

“I see,” Nancy said softly, her gaze fixated on the water. “If you’re still hungry, you can have some of the strawberries. I had to bribe the satyrs into giving these up, crops are relatively scarce this time of year.”

Robin frowned. “They can’t use magic to make them grow all year long?”

“I guess not.”

Robin turned back to face Nancy, her figure shadowy in the dim light. It would be so easy, Robin realized, to kiss her. But she hadn’t kissed anyone before, much less anyone like Nancy. What if she did the wrong thing; went in the wrong direction and ended up hitting her head against Nancy’s so their once romantic moment is ruined by her clumsiness? Or what if she uses too much tongue, or too little, or her kisses are too wet, too dry, too sloppy, too tense, too everything that could go wrong?

“Are you okay?” Nancy asked suddenly.

Robin blinked, her attention drawing back to reality. “What? Yeah, I’m fine…I’m good.”

“Are you cold? We can head back,” Nancy offered.

“No, I—“ Robin forced out, before turning sharply and grabbing Nancy’s face. Without much reconsideration, she slammed her lips against Nancy’s, taking in the sweet taste of strawberries that lingered on the skin like the last bits of sunlight in summer. To her surprise, kissing was natural—incredibly so. Nancy relaxed into the gesture, moving against Robin in effortless harmony. Where Robin was cautious and reserved, careful to not make the wrong move, Nancy charged ahead, reading Robin’s body language and moving along as if this was second nature to her.

“We should get back,” Nancy said against Robin’s lips after what felt like an eternity of blissful kissing.

Robin sighed, rubbing her hand over her lips. “Yeah, probably…” she frowned, looking at the smear of lipstick on the back of her hand.

“But this was fun,” Nancy said, clearly noticing Robin’s somber expression. “Maybe we can have Steve set something else up for us,” she joked, her smile bright in the darkness.

Robin groaned, picking up Nancy’s basket of strawberries and blanket before passing them to her. “Ugh, don’t give him any ideas,” she muttered. “But that would be nice.”

“See you tomorrow for sparring?”

Robin grimaced, rolling out some tightness in her shoulders. “As long as you don’t pull another stunt like today on me.”

Nancy grinned. “No promises.”

#maybe ill post this on ao3 once i have a title and revise it #but for now enjoy #i wanted to post this by the end of today so i did make my goal #sort of #stranger things #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #ronance #nancy x robin #steve harrington #melodicchaos fics

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mallowstep · 11 months

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i hope you’re doing okay. 💙 it’s ok if you don’t answer this, i just wanted you to know folks are still thinking about you and wanting good things for you.

thank you babe (and thank you to everyone else who sent a message to this effect; i will answer them when i can)

i'm doing pretty well right now. i've been very busy at work, working on a top secret classified project (god only knows when you'll get more details than what i've already shared ;3), and also just. recovering from depression. there is so much of my life that even months out from the worst of it, i'm still trying to pull the pieces back together.

i have been writing a little. it's been difficult, mostly because of numerous incidents regarding writing and mental health (if you've been here for a while, you probably know about them; if you're new, the tldr is "mallowstep went off the wall for a bit and he's fine but it left him feeling bad"), and now i face down the summer which is...rough, mentally.

i don't know what normal looks like for me right now. i want to write but i don't know how it will fit into my life. i'm still making space for myself, in all the chaos and reconstruction. i know writing will be a part of normal for me. i just don't know where it fits yet.

it's been a while since i've felt like myself. the hollow feeling is abating. i am finding words to describe emotion again, that are more than just there or missing. i have been thinking about the stories i have yet to work on. what i want to tell next.

it has been an incredible two years for me. when i started this blog, i had just been broken up with by my boyfriend of three years, only a month or so after my childhood cat and dog had died one day apart. i was coping with so much impossible grief: i wrote the second chapter of i'll come back to you someday soon myself after my grandmother died, and i did not write anything after that for quite a while.

my wrists are healing. they hurt a little today and i'm not sure why, but they are healing.

i'll be going back to university as a natural resources major. i want a job that lets me protect and cultivate the forests i find so much comfort in. the complex webs of their ecosystems bring me so much delight. did you know trees talk to their daughters? did you know they care for their children? protect them?

it has been an incredible two years. i met my now-partner, learned how to actually trust people, and failed out of a year of college due to collapsing mental health. i went through approximately one million assessments to get a diagnosis and understand what was happening to me. i had a doctor tell me i was being undermedicated to an astounding degree. i had to let go of my beloved plants because i couldn't keep myself alive, much less then. i found a job i love so much i am eager to go to work every morning.

i honestly don't think i would've recognized who i am now, back when i started out here. i have become someone who trusts. who has connections with people. who does not fear so much. (i have also become someone who cries as i drive home from work sometimes. i have also become someone who needs to sit on the floor and count all the pieces of art i can see. we move in spirals, not straight lines.)

all of this is to say, i have been quiet on here for quite a while because i have been recovering from two years (a lifetime) of some truly exhausting events, as well as letting myself find things i enjoy. when i got out of high school, i loved what i was doing academically. i had very little passion. it had been bled out of me.

i am incredibly grateful to each and every one of you. your support, even in my period of dormancy, has meant so much. my relationship with writing sometimes feels like i am fighting my double, trying to balance both my need to use writing to understand myself, and my tendencies to ruin myself in the process.

i still don't have any promises to make, because i really don't know what's next for me. but i am still here, and you all still mean something to me.

with all my love, mallow

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fromfeyresperspective · 6 months

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A Court of Gray and Glimmer

This story starts in Velaris, just after the Winter Solstice that takes place in A Court of Frost and Starlight, but before the events of A Court of Silver Flames. Rhys plans to take the Inner Circle, plus Feyre’s sisters, on a surprise trip after Winter Solstice. This story will feature mostly Feysand content, and will include scenes of jealousy from Feyre.

Chapter One: Surprise

Slowly, I began to stir, too warm and comfortable in our large bed to fully awaken right away. I knew it was early morning, right at dawn, perhaps, because of the periwinkle light filtering in through the two large, velvet curtained windows in the bedroom of our townhouse. Rhys was still asleep, judging by his soft and even breaths. I opened my eyes fully and rolled onto my right side. The sight of his muscular back greeted me, and now fully awake, I felt a sharp drop in my stomach. I watched him breathing, sleeping so peacefully, and I remembered what we had done just hours before, in this same enormous bed. I smiled at his back, and reached out to touch it. Gently, I dragged my fingernail down the length of it. He stirred and I heard a sharp intake of breath as I continued to trail my finger down, down, down, and then around, right towards his center and between his legs. Next thing I knew, I was on my back, pinned down, looking up into his violet sleepy eyes.

“Not so fast, Feyre,” he breathed, his night black hair tousled from sleep. I stared sweetly up at him, and with that, he flipped me over in one motion so that my hands were on the headboard of our giant four-poster bed, and spread my legs apart with his knee.

A long, rough few minutes later, we both laid back against the pillows, smiling and energized from our morning fuck session. It was one of my favorite things about waking up next to my mate, who was always insatiable in the morning, and always oh-so-beautiful.

“Well, High Lord, after that, I think I need to bathe”, I whispered, looking at Rhys from under my eyelashes.

“Of course, Feyre, darling,” he replied softly. “But please, allow me to join you.”

Next thing I knew, Rhys had swept us into the bathing room, the large marble clawfoot tub in the middle of the room currently filling itself with steamy water and periwinkle and silver bubbles to match the winter morning glow outside. The bubbles smelled of fresh mint and pine, and I sighed contentedly as I stepped into the tub, now fully undressed. Rhys climbed in after me and settled me between his legs, the back of my head resting against his chest.

It had been only a few days since the Winter Solstice festivities, and now we had the long, cold, sometimes rather bleak winter to look forward to (or rather, not look forward to). Although it could have its moments (especially here in Velaris, where the snow sparkled in the starlight and the sidewalks had a heated magic warming them), Winter was still my least favorite time of the year. The long, frigid nights; the lack of sunshine; the chill that settled deep into my immortal bones… It very much reminded me of the human lands and my life before I had found myself in Prythian, now wrapped in the arms of my mate, who just so happened to be the High Lord of the Night Court. I smiled to myself as the thoughts crossed my mind. This would be my first winter as High Lady, and even more importantly, a winter where I was not struggling to find and hunt any kind of beast that I could turn into food, in a vast array of dark woods, just to keep my family and myself alive.

I closed my eyes and fully leaned into Rhys, and he settled his chin on my head.

“So, I was thinking,” he began, “that I’m going to take you somewhere for the week, if you don’t object to it.”

“Somewhere…like where?” I asked. “Don’t we have too much to do around here? The Solstice season’s over now.”

We had taken quite a long break from our usual work for the Solstice celebrations with our family, friends, and the city. We had hosted parties, gone to dances and banquets, and even had thrown a ball for the citizens of Velaris. It took place at the Palace of Thread and Jewels just south of the Sidra river, with decorations featuring emerald and ruby jewels and gems twinkling in the moonlight, a gorgeous spread of dinner and desserts, and sparkling blueberry faerie wine.

“I know, Feyre, darling,” Rhys purred into my ear, “and although I know you so yearn to get back to work, will you allow me to whisk you away, just for a few days? I don’t object to the notion that we have much to accomplish around here, but before that, I have a surprise…let’s call it an outing, for you and our family.”

Our family, of course, was referring to our Inner Circle: Mor, Amren, Cassian, and Azriel, although I was unsure of whether or not Rhys intended to include my sisters, Nesta and Elain, in this surprise “outing” to… wherever we were headed.

“A surprise?” I asked, bemused. “What kind of surprise?” I was not necessarily one for surprises.

Rhys laughed. “You do know the definition of the word, right, Feyre?” he asked, with a small bite on the top of my ear. He stroked the side of my breast, gently, which sent an electric pulse thrumming between my legs. “A surprise involves me not telling you exactly where we’re going.”

I rolled my eyes. “Fine. Then when are we leaving for this so-called surprise?”

Rhys simply said, “We leave at noon,” and then laughed.

“You don’t need to pack a bag, Feyre, darling. Clothes will be provided, although, of course, I’d much prefer it if you wore none.”

Three hours later, at noon, I stood in the foyer of our townhouse, wearing one of Rhys’s thick, heather gray sweaters that fell to my mid-thigh, and a pair of knit leggings and boots. Next to me were two large, tan, beautiful males. Rhys’s brothers, Azriel and Cassian, looked like some chiseled gods from another dimension. They were loudly arguing about the outcome of a game of cards that they had played with Rhys the night before.

“I don’t care if that’s what you think the rules are,” Cassian spoke loudly. His hair was pulled back, and his passion was barely contained as he playfully raged at Azriel. “Those aren’t the rules and never have been, and Rhys and I are well aware that you make up rules to fit your hand when you deem necessary, Az. We’re not falling for it this time.” “We’re not?” Rhys asked as he sauntered down the stairs, wearing his soft black pants and a black sweater, the color of the darkest night, fit perfectly to his broad shoulders, his hair still slightly wet from our bath. “Speak for yourself, brother. I didn’t fall for anything, as per usual, but you, as per usual, most certainly did.”

Rhys and Azriel shared a smirking glance, making Cassian’s eyebrows draw together and his full lips part.

“So what, you’re fucking with me right now? I don’t get it,” he said.

I snorted, and Az rolled his eyes.

“Cassian, you cannot seriously believe, after five hundred years, that the same card game we play nearly every week just has a new set of rules out of nowhere? Come on, brother.”

“So I won, then!” Cassian said. “If there are no “new rules” then I definitely ended up winning last night, and you two can’t deny it,” he added, looking at Rhys.

“We weren’t going to deny it. But you were so drunk that we were sure you would believe it, and you did… kind of,” Rhys said with a chuckle, and then looked at me. “Did I mention we got blackout drunk last night? Well, I should say, Cassian did. He ended up finishing the game completely naked. He thought the so-called “new rules” involved removing all of his clothing.”

Azriel laughed, and I raised my eyebrows at Cassian. He didn’t look embarrassed at all, but he did look pleased.

“What can I say, Feyre? Even my own brothers can’t stop themselves from wanting to see me in the nude,” he said.

“I highly doubt that,” said a sharp voice from the sitting room. Amren had moved from the plush chair by the fireplace and was standing in the sitting room doorway. She donned her usual gray outfit, and her shiny short black hair was pulled back from her face. “And what time will Mor be arriving? I thought we were supposed to be leaving at noon.” “Patience, Little One,” Cassian crooned. “It’s just barely noon. Can we even give her a chance to be late?”

A sharp knock knock knock on the door answered Cassian’s question, which briefly puzzled me; Mor knew better than to knock. But when Cassian pulled the door open, I immediately understood why she had; next to Mor, with their heavy sweaters and coats on, were both of my sisters.

Elain, I was not at all surprised to see. She usually stayed down here at the townhouse with Rhys and me, or stayed at the House of Wind with Nuala and Cerridwen. Nesta, however…I couldn’t believe she stood on the doorstep voluntarily.

Mor strode in quickly, her long blonde hair trailing behind her, and went straight to the sitting room to warm herself by the fire.

“It’s fucking freezing out there,” she called over her shoulder. “Rhys, please tell me you are taking us somewhere warm for this so-called surprise. Feyre, please tell me he told you we’re going somewhere warm.”

Rhys didn’t answer her because he was too busy evaluating my face, making sure I wasn’t upset at the sight of my sisters (one of them in particular) standing there, presumably coming with us on this trip, or surprise, or whatever it was.

Elain, dressed in a thick, bright white overcoat, worn over a simple but elegant dark emerald gown, walked in straight to me and folded me in her arms. I hugged her warmly back. Although Elain was always stunningly beautiful, she somehow looked even more radiant when she was happy. Azriel, it seemed, was trying to avoid staring at her, but even so, I noticed that he shot a glance her way every few seconds.

“Okay, Feyre, where are we going? And why was I told to prepare myself to freeze my buns off?” Elain asked with a giggle.

Rhys and Cassian laughed, and Azriel blushed.

“Well, sweet sister, at this point you know more than I do,” I said. “Rhys hasn’t told me where we’re going, and in fact, I didn’t even know we were going anywhere until this morning. I certainly didn’t know we were going somewhere to freeze our buns off.” I threw Rhys a dirty look.

“Trust me, I would never want to freeze those buns off of you, mate,” he replied with a truly wicked wink. “And I only didn’t mention it because I hadn’t made up my mind about just where we were going, or at least not until I received confirmation from my first choice of destinations yesterday. I only just informed Azriel last night.”

Az, I assumed, had told the others, who were all now gathered here with me in the foyer.

“Can we go already, then?” Amren spouted. “Enough chit chat.” She clapped her hands raptly twice. Amren was not known for her patience.

I looked at Rhys, who was looking towards the front door. Nesta was standing with a blank expression on her face. I took a tentative step towards her, and held out a hand.

“Nesta,” I said gently, with a small smile. “Will you be joining us on this adventure?”

Her blank expression immediately turned into one of vitriol.

“Why else would I be here?” she said angrily. “If your mate hadn’t demanded that we come, trust me, I wouldn’t have.” Nesta looked straight at Rhys. “I know you think you can tell us what to do, but I assure you, Rhysand, you do not rule me, or Elain. I don’t give a damn that my other sister became your whore.”

At these words, the room was so still I thought for a moment that time had frozen. Everyone looked from Nesta’s face to Rhys, who was still standing just at the bottom of the stairs. His fury was palpable, and I could almost physically taste it. It was as if complete and total darkness was a pool bubbling just beneath our feet, and we were all about to be submerged by it completely. Cassian took a step forward, towards Nesta.

“Say something like that about our High Lady again, and you will come to find out exactly why this Court terrifies the rest of the world.”

Nesta met his eyes, and despite his anger, despite his fury at what she had said about me, his eyes were soft, longing. I withdrew my eyes from Cassian’s expression and turned to Rhys, who still looked like he would like to rip Nesta limb from limb, and spoke mind to mind with him. “Rhys, it’s okay." I said. “She didn't get to me. She knows what she’s doing. She just wants to get under your skin,”. I gave him a small, reassuring smile. He gazed back at me, and finally blinked.

“And I would love to get deep inside your skin, Feyre, darling,” he said in my mind with a small snort, his anger slowly dissipating, though it still bubbled warningly beneath the surface. I turned to Nesta, who looked like she would love nothing more than to physically attack Rhys. Or maybe me.

“Nesta,” I said gently. “If you didn’t want to come, then why are you here?”

“Do you really think I would let Elain go alone to the gods know where?” she asked with a furious look. “And besides, your so-called mate demanded that I come under threat of punishment. Is that what this is now, Feyre? Do you want to punish me? For not obeying you and your High Lord?”

“How dare you, girl,” Amren spat, but I held up my hand. I looked at Rhys, my expression a bit puzzled. I didn’t think he would demand that Nesta come; in fact, I’d have thought that he would prefer it if she didn’t. And we certainly would never punish Nesta for not coming on a trip with us.

“I sent Az to get them this morning,” Rhys said in my thoughts. “Elain was with Nuala and Cerridwen at the House of Wind, and Az asked her if she would like to come, to which she, of course, happily said yes. Nesta, on the other hand… she was at the tavern, the one in the alley around the corner from her apartment, and I may have told Az to… heavily imply that she must come, at least to the house, where we could give her the choice on whether or not to come with us. Feyre, I do want her to come. I want you to be able to have both of your sisters on this trip. I want you to be able to be with all of your family.”

I blinked. On one hand, I was irritated that Rhys would even attempt to get Nesta to come with us, especially if she was insisting on not. She would be sure to do her best to make the outing miserable, and she herself would be miserable as well. On the other hand… I understood his intentions. I turned back to Nesta.

“Nesta, I’ll only say this once. You can come with us, or don’t. It is truly your choice,” I said to her. “And Elain won’t be alone, she’ll be with us, completely safe and protected. But, if you do come, you will not make this affair unpleasant for everyone else.”

Nesta stared at me, and then narrowed her eyes. “I’m coming,” she said.

I nodded, and gave her a kind smile.

“Shall we go, then?” I asked, looking at Rhys. “I know Rhysand is bursting at the seams to get us all to…wherever we’re going.”

Mor walked in from beside the fireplace, looking relieved the tension that had previously been heavy in the room had somewhat evaporated.

“Then let’s get out of here!” she said happily, squeezing by Cassian and wrapping her arm around me. “Rhys, where are we going? You have to tell us now so I can help winnow everyone.”

Rhys smiled, excitement in his eyes. He stepped forward and took my hand.

“For the first leg of our journey, we’re going to the Winter Court…to the Palace of Ice.”

#acofas #acomaf #acosf #acotar #acowar #feyre archeron #cassian #feyre #feysand #nesta #azriel shadowsinger #fanfiction #acotar fanfiction #acotar fanart #mor acotar

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redheadspark · 1 year

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Hello! Emerging from my bog bc I see you once again have open prompts. 😆 Only death or end of hyperfixation could make me ignore that. Lol

So, #2 with Jack Russell please? 💘

A/N - Awww this is just a cute thing for you to give me! I would love to write this for you my friend :) I hope you enjoy :D

Endearing

Summary - it's the little things that Jack love you all the more.

Warnings - Just some cute fluff :)

"Honey, can you slow down for a moment?"

"Not yet, baby,” Jack sighed as he was watching you go left and right in your bedroom, going from the closet over to the emergency GYM bag that you were making for him as he was sitting on your bed Indian Style. You were in a deep thought, going over the list in your head at least 6 times to make sure everything that was in the bag and getting a few more shirts and socks. Jack sighed.

"I'm sure you got everything, Amor," he reasoned as you shook your head and headed over to the bathroom you two shared.

"I know I'm missing something," You said aloud, digging in the medicine cabinet and making sure the aspirin was already packed as well as his toothpaste and toothbrush.

This was your ritual every month: packing his "Morning After" bag. You've had plenty of times when he would come back from a rough transformation, battered and bruised or smelling like he rolled in something that was rotting. Although some times it was amusing, yo were still concerned since you knew he would be in a better state if he was prepared.

Jack was not an amateur when it came to being a werwolf, he's had years under his belt. But maybe it was having a second person holding him accountable when making sure he was safe that change everything for him. Jack was used to needing to rely on his own for years and years on end, being in survival mode was not new. However, when you came into his life and took on the discovery of him being a werewolf, you were more concerned about his safety than anything.

That was a true first for him, and it took him some time to get used to.

So now, 7 months in your relationship and with plenty of full moons under your belt when it came to being prepared, it was more of a laundry list and being prepared than going off on a limb. You had idea every time he would come back from a rough night, noting to have him take along some new clothes and some toiletries with him.

In the end, you made a "Morning After" bag that you would send with him when he would go camping and go off on his own the night before. He would find a remote campsite to go to in order to be in a safe place, then coming back the following morning around lunch time. It was a new system that worked for you two, mostly for him, but for you so you wouldn't go insane with worry.

So you planned everything that would go in the bag: spare clothes and toiletries, a basic first aid kit and gauze wrap for the wounds, a burner phone for emergencies, some protein bars and pre-cooked breakfast meals, a small GPS, and a few other things.

Jack had to give an endearing smile, seeing you go back and forth like a working bee. He knew you had his best interest in heart, something he hasn't had with another person in a very long time.

"Babe....come here babe," Jack said to you as you were placing the last of the things you found in his bag. You sighed, feeling him take his handing yours and gently pulling you on the bed with him, "I have everything I need for tomorrow night, okay?"

"I know," You agreed, "I always felt like I'm missing something with what you need, though,"

"Doubtful, you are quite organized when it comes to taking care of me. Compared to myself who is a walking disaster," Jack joked with you as you have him a small stare.

"That's not true," You reasoned.

"No it is true! I am a literal walking mess," Jack said to you with a shrug of his shoulder next to yours, you cracking a smile, "You should have seen me long before you came into my life: a disaster on two feet. One time I think I ate something dead when I was a monster one night, and I had food poisoning for some time after."

"Jack!" You said in a snort, but Jack pressed a kiss against your cheek.

"What I am saying to you, Amor, is that I would be in a very dark place if it wasn't for you," he explained, "I've dealt with this alone for quite some time, and those times were unbearable for me. But now that I know that I have someone who is looking out for me, even with something as simple as a bag," Jack paused as he gestured to the GYM bag that was perched on the edge of the bed, "It makes my life a little brighter."

You felt like crying, hearing that from Jack. Jack would tell you constantly that you were a true beacon in his dark world, no matter how much he wanted to push you away from the thought of your safety being in jeopardy. But you still loved him and you stayed, not willing to let him go. Jack showered you with love them, showing how much he appreciated you being there to hold his hand and remind that he was worthy of being loved and filled with love.

"I just want you to be safe," You explained simply, Jack hummed and kissing you hair.

"I know," He replied, "And I love you for that. And for remembering to pack my extra underwear...again,"

You snorted as he engulfed you in his arms, you both falling on top of the bed in laughter.

The End.

Valentine Prompt Session

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bitetheriskyrose · 4 months

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I can't resist a dare, what are your kinks?

OH LAWD I forgot I said that. I really need to stay off tumblr when I'm first up in the morning and overconfident in my ability to confidently talk about my sexual side. Whelp. Heeeeeeere we go anyway!!!! (I kinda wanna see how long the list gets mwahaha)

Praise kink 'cause duh

Found out this year I am an appreciator of degredation to a degree

Casual day to day and slightly hardcore dominance

CNC with nonverbal safe signals

Oral fixation (hence the nonverbal signals)

Certain types of bondage, not a fan of swings, but getting my hands tied behind my back or to the bed posts is a must try at least once.

Breeding. Must I explain.

Very very light exhibitionism

BDSM, though humiliation isn't a huge turn on for me. I feel that humiliation and just giving me the choice to do something slightly embarrassing for a "reward" is different (e.g. saying something quite dirty that I'm wayyyy too shy to say is fine, you degrading me is fine but having me say non-sexual degrading things about myself is a no no)

I'm quite a big fan of marking. Seeing bruises on my skin has me feeling some type of way.

I adore possessiveness, but I feel it can get hypocritical very quickly so I'd rather the absence of it than have both of those together.

Very slight breath play, mostly prefer choking

Orgasm denial/forced edging

Overstimulation

Now, I do not have that kink where you try to feed someone so much they gain weight. I think it plays into my oral fixation honestly. I just love having people feed me directly sometimes. It feels intimate and full of love whilst showing I've submitted complete control.

I honestly think I'm more of a switch leaning person than a full on submissive. I haven't really explored it as I've not had the opportunity to, but I definitely have desires/fantasies that are more dominant leaning than my usual pleasure fodder.

Free use- offset of CNC

Primal play? I think that's what it's called. Basically if you played a very high stakes game of hide and seek with me in a very thick patch of woods I would not become a recognisable person.

SOMNOPHILIA. HOW COULD I FORGET HER.

Brat taming. Though I'm not the best actress.

Lactation kink. my deep dark secret you didn't see this.

Did I mention praise

Double penetrations, like spit roasting, but with a dildo you can stick to things. I'm not big on sharing or being shared in reality.

I go through phases of adoring the thought of getting kidnapped into the woods, and then sometimes it's a hard no. Probably one of the things I would agree to but it would be tentative and the safe word being used is quite likely.

I don't know if forced reading is considered a kink but trying to read something while other things are happening is a big oofta moment for me

I guess CNC/BDSM already implies it, but rough sex on the whole gets me going quite easily.

I am also a fan of just vanilla stuff! More often than not it's very relaxed scenarios that I get off to since I'm usually trying to help myself sleep.

Most of all, and this is the only requirement, I need banter. The idea of being "beaten" or matched mentally and made to feel like an equal/maybe even a bit less smart than my partner is such a turn on for me. Which sounds ridiculous because I can't word it properly. Basically, though it sounds so conceited, I always feel like I'm 10 steps ahead of people. I like being challenged, and being praised for "winning" any sort of game is equally as arousing as being degraded for not getting it. Everyone's always blowing smoke up my ass about how smart I am, and I have a very hard time believing it. If I've entered into some sort of D/s partnership, it's because I've given complete trust over and I'm going to believe most anything you say. If you say I'm smart, I'm such a good smart girl! If you say what a dumb little whore I am for getting it wrong, I must be just a desperate and silly girl who couldn't focus enough to actually try and beat you

This has gotten ridiculously long and the likelihood of anyone actually having made it to these words is so slim I feel silly.

#believe it or not there's more. I'm just too lazy to list them all #chatting with nonnies #also my size kink plays more into strength difference than actual size #voice kink.

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teribst · 2 months

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Sunburnt

A STORY BY

MIKE

I never had a dad, well I had one, but I never knew him. He was 20 something when he knocked up my mom, she was 14. He left town soon after never to be seen again. With the help and support of my grandparents, mom worked part-time as she went to school. She became a paralegal, then went into business for herself. It was after a couple of rough years that we moved out of my grandparents to live on our own. She wasn’t making a lot of money but we were making it.

She loved the lake and at 27 used the equity in our 1st house and bought us a new house. It was 5 acres with a ramshackle mostly falling apart 2 bedroom one bath, house. I was 12 when it was livable and we moved in. Within a year and a lot of work, the place was just as she wanted it and we were both happy.

Along the way, I found I loved photography and came across a part-time job in a camera store that was within bicycle range and went to work. By 17 I was doing photoshoots for parties, weddings, and all the senior pics I had time to take. I began helping mom out financially, even though she said she didn’t need it, and socking money away for myself, and like I said before we were both pretty happy.

I sat watching her one Saturday morning as she was making breakfast and I was thinking, “I don’t recall seeing mom when she wasn’t wearing wedge style 3 in heels of some kind. She wore them all the time be it simple slides, strappy sandals, or open-toed slingbacks. I think the only time I ever saw her without them was if she slipped them off watching TV, or in the shower, or swimming in the lake. “Why do you always wear your shoes, even in the house and why that style?”

She gave me a funny look “Well my feet are so tender that even the grain of the hardwood floor hurts when I walk on it. I like wedges because they aren’t wobbly like pumps with their small spike heels.” She looked down at her feet then back at me “Also because being 5 foot tall the 3 inches of the heel makes me a little taller and that works in my business, being this short I’m often mistaken for a little girl,” She grinned “that’s until they see my face.” She was wearing a t-shirt that just did cover her panties as she turned to stick out her right leg “And I love the way they make my legs look.” she looked back at me frowning “Why do I need to change?”

“Oh no! I love the way you look wearing them. I was just wondering that’s all.”

Now as she pulled the fried eggs out, putting them on a plate with the bacon I had cooked, she gave me a sideways look “I didn’t think you ever noticed things like that, um…about me.”

As she handed me the plate I smiled at her “Well why wouldn’t I? You know you're the only woman in my life.”

And a question came to her face “As handsome as you are I shouldn’t be.”

It was something that had started when I was young, maybe 10. She had come home from work and as we sat watching TV that night after dinner she was rubbing her feet. The couch we had wasn’t very wide and to this day I don’t know why I had said it but I did “Here put your foot up in my lap and I’ll do that for you.” And it became a kind of nightly thing. She would turn sideways on the couch and I would rub her feet, always enjoying having her beautiful long legs up in my lap with my hands on them. I even started doing her pedicure on Sunday nights. I’d sit on the coffee table looking at her legs right up to her panties as I made sure her toes were polished just right. Now looking back I thought I wasn’t being too obvious about looking but I’m sure she knew I was, I mean how could she not.

It was Sunday night and I had her right foot up in my lap “You're 18 tomorrow, so what do you want for your birthday?” As always she had on a t-shirt and panties and when I looked at her I saw the just off-brown shade of her very hard nipples through the thin cloth “Just out for dinner.” She was smiling at me as my eyes left her breasts and my cheeks flushed knowing she had seen me looking “BBQ maybe.”

We went to her favorite BBQ restaurant called the Country Inn. She liked the one out on Bull Creek the best. It was a few miles outside of Austin and so that was where we went. Her blue eyes sparkled as I opened the door to my truck for her. She was wearing a Maxi-length black dress that was covered in flowers “God woman! I don’t ever remember seeing you look more beautiful.” And she did look stunningly beautiful, so much so that every guy in the place was looking at the 33-year-old woman as I walked beside her with my hand lightly on her back. “Being here with you tonight,” I was pulling out her chair, “is about the best birthday gift I could have ever wished for.”

She blushed as I leaned in and kissed her softly asking me, “What was that for?”

I smiled “Every guy at the bar turned to watch you walking in with me.” I looked past her “And I guess I’m marking my territory.”

Her cheeks flushed from pink to red. “Then maybe you should kiss me again.” I did and to my surprise, her tongue slipped between my lips as she held the kiss for a moment longer than normal. When I stepped back her face was glowing red “How was that? Do you think they know I’m with you now?”

“Um..yes I would say so.”

As we were eating we talked of the new Jeep Renegade Soft top 4 wheel drive truck I had bought myself for my birthday. We talked about what I was going to do after graduation in a month and she wasn’t happy when I told her I was going into my photography business full time and not going to school at U T. Her eyes searched my face “KC are you and I alright?” she looked at the wine glass just a little sadly asking, “Honey are you gay?”

Coke went out my nose as I choked coughing out, “UM...No!” I coughed “You and I are fine and I definitely am not gay.” I saw relief in her face as I put my hand over the table and on top of hers “Why in the world would you ever ask that?”

“Because you never go out unless it is with me.” She looked at me, “Do you not want a girlfriend or, or sumpin?”

I laughed “You silly I have all the women I think I could ever handle and that Sumpin is sitting right there.” and again her cheeks went pink.

When Lynn came home from work she had done the same thing ever since we had moved into our lake house. She parked, got out of her car, and rain or shine she walked the 200 yards to the mailbox, turned, and walked back. She would come into the kitchen, lay the mail on the countertop and as she looked at the top two or three pieces she would take off her skirt or pants and let them fall to the floor. As she looked at the mail she would pick up her skirt or pants, fold them, laying them on the table to be taken to her room later. She then spent the next half to an hour getting things ready for dinner in her blouse pantyhose and panties.

It had been my turn to cook and I’d made Enchiladas. I sat watching as she put out paper plates and things setting the table. “It sure smells good.” She looked at me “Do I have time to go change?”

I looked at the clock, “I’m thinking about 20 minutes.” My eyes met hers “I have wanted to ask you for the longest long time why do you do that?”

She kind of frowned, tilting her head to the side “Why do I do what?”

“Wear panties with your pantyhose.” I held out my hands in a questioning manner. “They are after all called panty-hose.”

I guess I really hadn’t thought too much about it. I know it can get very hot in the summertime.” She crossed her eyes making a funny face “And I guess next you would say you would like it if I didn’t wear them with my leggings as well.”

I laughed, “Or not at all, ever.”

We didn’t see each other for a couple of days. I had a two-day wedding job in San Antonio and rather than make the 2-hour drive back and forth I opted for a hotel room. It was about 9 pm when my cell buzzed. It was a text from Lynn “It’s making me crazy and I have to know if you meant it. I mean that I’m the only woman you need?”

“Yes very much so...Why?”

Lynn “Because I want to do things for and to you that a mother should not even think about doing. Because people at my office think I’m weird because I don’t date and KC because I miss you so much when you're not here at home with me my heart aches.”

Me “I’m pretty sure you would be shocked if you knew what I thought about you and I doing to and with each other. I don’t really give a rat's ass what other people think.”

Lynn “Tell me something.”

Me “I want to give you an all-over massage touching every inch of your body. I would suck your nipples as I played with your button until you begged me to stop, only to kiss my way down your body letting my tongue replace those fingers. I would again make you beg me to stop as you were gasping for air from coming so hard. I would move back having you on your tummy and with my hands on your hips, I would pull you up to your knees and slide slowly into you until I could go no deeper, and then I would take you. I would stab myself into you over and over until I could bear it no more and explode deep in your belly. I would hold you to me pushing in as deeply as I could go as I emptied myself. My hot seed erupts as it shoots out the hot ropes of my love into your sucking sex.”

Lynn “” Um…Ohh my..um…Your bad ; ) (.) (.) good night KC.

The job In San Antonio ran into more than I had thought but, hay money is money and they were willing to pay, so it was Sunday about 2 pm before I started back to our place on the north side of Lake Granger Texas. I called Lynn, She answered “Hi babe.”

“Want me to pick up sumpin and out on the way home?”

I could hear the smile in her voice. “That would be sweet..Or..Um, how about some homemade mess kit pizzas?”

I love the damn things and she knew it, “You win. See you in about an hour.”

A mess kit pizza was a flour tortilla put in an aluminum pie pan covered with pizza sauce pepperoni, Canadian bacon cheese, and anything else you could think of. Then they were put in a hot BBQ and cooked just long enough to melt the cheese, with the BBQ giving them a smoky flavor.

45 minutes later I pulled down our ¾ mile-long driveway and parked. I could smell the BBQ smoke as I walked around to the back yard from the garage. Lynn had her back to me, and she was in a very skimpy bikini. I froze. She was also so sunburnt she almost glowed red, “Ohh shit you're cooked!”

“Well hello to you too.” She looked at her shoulder and said, “I don’t feel burned.”

“Well SHIT, you will. Set all of that down and let's get you inside.” I shook my head “Lynn this is bad, maybe hospital bad.”

“No way!” She laughed.

I herded her to the bathroom and shower. “I want you in this and as cold as you can stand it. “I'll call the DR.”

“You really think it’s that bad?” Then she saw her reflection in the mirror “I never felt it at all.” She stuck one leg in “HOLY FUCK! KC this is like ice.”

“I don’t care, get in it.” I went in and called Dr. Anderson and he told me he would send in a script for an anti-burn cream that had something of a pain killer in it. He said it was like what a dentist would rub on your gums before giving the numbing shot and then told me how to apply the anti-burn cream saying to be sure to wear rubber gloves.

When I got back to her in the shower she was still in her bikini, standing in the center of it cold and trembling. Her eyes were big as she looked at me “What did he say?”

“He sent a prescription over and I’m going to run into town and pick it up. I should only be gone for about 30 minutes.” I looked at her trembling lips. Here step out and stand on this towel.” I held my hand out to her “Can you get your bikini off ok?”

“Yes, it doesn’t hurt yet.”

I watched her wet bikini fall to the bathroom floor, “Alright, when you get dried off go to your room. Just sit on your makeup stool until I get back. Lynn, how the hell could you let…Shit!” I shook my head. “I'll be right back.”

When I got back Lynn was sitting on her stool just as I had said. When I walked into her bedroom she had her robe on and blushed “If you give it to me I’ll put it on.”

I ran my fingers through my curly blond hair “You have no idea how bad this is! Stand up so I can get to your back and legs.” Frowning she did as I said, it was when she moved to take off the robe the first sign of burn hit her and she cried out. “SHIT!”

I put the latex gloves I had bought on then put the anti-burn in the palm of my hands and gently started putting it on her shoulder “HOLY SHIT! OH KC!” It took a few minutes to get her back and legs done. “Turn around.” I was on my knees with my face just inches from her hairless mound. I started on the tops of her feet and worked up doing her calves then thighs. I made no effort to hide it as I looked at her mound and how her pussy lips hung slightly parted around her clit. I rose up putting the stuff all over her tummy right down to the top of her mound where it turned white, then around her beautiful firm breasts and arms.

She was in tears as I finished. “I hurt.”

“I know babe. I think it will be, shit I don’t know. Do you want to sit or try to lay?”

That night was pure hell for her and even though I did everything I could do it wasn’t enough to help with the pain. I sat with her most of the night as she sat on her makeup stool and rocked slowly back and forth. I could only put the anti-burn on every 3 hours and I can’t even dream of how bad it would have been without it.

It was finally about 9:30 am I got her moved into the living room and her big chair that I had covered with a sheet. It was about 10 am when she dozed off. I sat on our couch and fell asleep as well. “KC.” I opened my eyes “Honey I have to pee and I know I won’t be able to get back there. God, I can’t move, it just hurts too badly.”

There was a small pan in the kitchen that we had bought to soak my hand in when I sprained it. I got it and came back with it and some TP in hand looking at her I said. “I don’t know how to have you do this other than you slip up to the edge of the chair and I’ll hold it while you go.”

She gave me a dirty look “No way am I going to let you sit and watch me pee.”

It pissed me right off and I shrugged and sat the pan on the chair's arm. “Then you figure it out.”

She slid forward on the chair and I saw instantly how bad it hurt “OH! Oh well shit KC I can’t hold it! Help me ohh shit!” She looked at me, “I can’t hold it!” letting go just as I got the pan under her. “You shouldn’t have to do this.”

I said nothing as she finished, then I took the TP and wiped her admittedly taking a little more time than was needed. “KC!”

By mid-morning the next day the anti-burn cream had got us through the night but she was already blistering. I again called the doctor as she sat stiff-backed on a kitchen chair. “She is blistering all ready.”

“I know you got some surgical gloves, and KC do not touch her with your bare fingers. The anti-burn cream has something like Neosporin in it and a light coating of it will help keep away any infection, but KC I really mean don’t touch her with your fingers. Keep the sheet fresh every morning, oh and no showers until the blisters are gone.”

“Alright, Doc thanks. Just send us your bill.”

Her eyes were so full of pain I wanted to cry for her “You watching me pee once was bad enough and I’m not going to poop in front of you. You help me to the fucking bathroom.” I got her on the pot and leaving the door open stepped out into the hallway. She was quiet for a moment, “Sorry for the F word. KC please don’t come back in yet but I wanted to tell you how much I love you and thank you for all your doing for me. Baby, I know this is hard on you.”

“Oh Lynn, you silly, silly woman. I love you so very much, I only wish I could make it not hurt. That’s what's killing me.” I heard the toilet flush “Are you ready for me?”

Over the next 2 days, I did everything I could to help her and the latex gloves I was already using were much easier on her skin than my hand ever would have been because the latex let my hands slide easily through the anti-burn. By this time she was able to sleep in her bed with me washing and drying her sheets every morning. The doc had said it was to help fight infection. He told me that was our number 1 battle and I did everything just as he told me.

Day 4 I was still sleeping on the small couch in her room so if she called out I could help her. “KC.” I opened my eyes to see her smiling at me “I’m sorry babe but I gotta pee.”

I had at some point in the night been twisted up in the boxers I was wearing and had taken them off. Now under just a light sheet, there was no way I was going to get up without her seeing me both naked and very hard. I thought “What the hell, she had been nude or close to it all my life.” I chuckled as I tossed back the sheet.”

“What's so funny?” She smiled, her eyes dropping to my almost 10 inches long and very hard dick.

“There never has been much modesty between us and I'm pretty sure what there was has gone right out the window.” With my cock sticking straight up I moved to help her out of her bed and to her bathroom. “I'll run to my bathroom and pee while you're going and be right back.”

Still, half-hard when I got back from my bathroom where I had quickly gone pee and brushed my teeth I found she was up and standing in front of her mirror brushing her hair.

“I was seeing if I could wash up.” she looked at me through her reflection. “I know a shower is out of the question but I can smell myself so it has to be bad for you.”

“Well you don’t, um..yes you do. I think if you sit on the edge of the chair I will wash the bit that isn't sunburnt for you.”

Lynn frowned, pressing her lips together “Baby I know this has to be hard, I mean for you to be..touching me like this.” I was still nude and looking at her and well her eyes dropped to my cock as it began to lengthen again. “Oh, baby I’m so sorry.”

“Come on let's get you washed up. It does what it does and this isn’t the first time it’s gotten hard looking at you.” Her frown grew deeper.

“I’ll wash myself as best as I can.”

“And you're going to put the anti-burn cream on yourself as well then right.” I smiled, “Lynn, come on we are both adults.”

Nothing more was said about me getting hard and slowly things began to get back to normal. Lynn was up and moving around pretty good by the second week and was peeling shedding skin like a snake. “God it itches!”

She was sitting topless at the kitchen table as I made us lunch. I was in my boxers and looked at her “Do you want some of that Anti burn cream put on it? That should help.”

“I think so. I’m going out of my mind wanting to scratch it.”

I smiled “Alright let's get you into your bedroom and on the bed.”

I picked up the anti-burn and stood watching as she gingerly laid down on her back. “Alset?” I asked her moving to the bed.

“Yes.” She frowned “I’m guessing my front was burnt the worst because I was sitting for most of the day.”

Thinking we were past having to worry about infection I left off the latex gloves. I put some of the burn creams on my palm then rubbed my hands together “Sounds about right to me.” I started on her shoulder, then down her arms then moved back to her chest. Her small bikini top had protected her nipples but between and around them her breasts were burnt. I took my time putting the cream on them letting my hand pass over her nipples. They popped up hard under my palm as I looked at her half-smiling face “Those aren't burnt. You do know that right.”

I just smiled and kept putting the anti-burn on moving over her tummy then pulling her right leg out so she was open between them to my eyes I put the cream all down her leg to the top of her feet. I moved to the other side and pulled her left leg out so now her nether lips opened and I could see she was quite moist between them. As I finished with her leg I let my hand run over the top of her pubic mound. “Huh.”

I looked at her face and her closed eyes “Did I hurt you?”

A very soft “No.” came to my ears.

“Turn over and let's get your back.” I stood up by the bed giving her room as she turned slowly over. I also slipped off my boxers, letting my steel-hard manhood lose.

Lynn looked from my face to my dick as she turned on the bed. Her eyes met mine and never left them as she moved to her knees so her feet were hanging off the side of the bed and with her butt high in the air her head went down to the bed. And without saying a word I knew she was offering herself to me!

I stepped up crazy in heat. At that point, I didn’t care who she was. I just wanted to be in her and placed the tip of my almost wrist-sized 10-inch toy at her opening. “Easy baby, you're pretty big and it has been a very, very long time.”

I slowly worked my way in letting her push and pull at her own pace as I went deeper and deeper until I felt her push me up against her cervix. “Aaaaa oh, god!” She hissed “Huh, HUH! Oh GOD KC I’M CUMMING!” She moved on me as though she was a jackhammer in a small fast almost trembling motion gasping “Oh yes, oh, oh yes oh um huh, huh oh! aaaaaaaaaa oh!” She clenched tight, let loose, and while she didn’t gush she flooded covering us both with her girl cum! “Aaaaa Ummm! OHMYM AAAaaaaa!” She was so wet it was running down the insiders of her thighs!

“I’m going to cum!” I warned as she gushed again “OH GOD YESSS CUM IN MEEEE!” And I exploded in her, “I feel it! Oh shit, I feel it “OHHHH!” She wet herself again, pulling off me and I knew it had to hurt as she turned on the bed sitting in front of me. She took my manhood into her mouth and sucked everything that was her and what was left in me out, swallowing all that I gave her. She held it there holding my balls until I grew soft. Her eyes met mine as she let it slip out of her mouth and with cum running down her chin she smiled up at me. “I have never, well I had … I mean I didn’t know it could be like that!”

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Maryanne Trump Barry, a retired judge and former President Trump's sister, dies at 86

Maryanne Trump Barry, a retired judge and former President Trump's sister, dies at 86. Maryanne Trump Barry, the eldest sister of former President Donald Trump and a retired federal judge, passed away at 86 in her New York residence. Barry served as a senior judge on the 3rd U.S. Circuit Court of Appeals, a subordinate court to the Supreme Court, until her retirement in 2019. According to the New York Police Department, when authorities arrived at Barry's Manhattan residence shortly before 4:30 a.m., they found an 86-year-old woman dead. It was unclear at first what caused the death. A court official who spoke on the condition of anonymity verified her death because neither the court nor Trump's family had made the announcement in the public eye. Trump's team did not immediately answer a request for the response, but the eldest son of the former president, Donald As he left a Manhattan courtroom on Monday, Trump Jr. said a few words about his aunt and mentioned that it had been a "rough day for myself and my family." After testifying in a civil fraud trial, Trump Jr. told reporters that he learned of the news as soon as he arrived at the courthouse on Monday morning. Her grandson and I have a good relationship. We spend so much time together. It's evidently a difficult day for that, he continued. Ronald Reagan, the former president, nominated Barry to the federal court in New Jersey in 1974, and he went on to become an Assistant U.S. Attorney before becoming a judge. Later on, she was promoted by former President Bill Clinton to the U.S. Court of Appeals. 2019 saw her retire amid an inquiry into the tax practices of her family. Ivana Trump's "beautiful life" is remembered by Donald Trump on the day of her funeral. Ivana Trump's "beautiful life" is remembered by Donald Trump on the day of her funeral. Barry had mostly avoided the spotlight during her brother's presidency, but she made news when her niece, Mary Trump, disclosed that she had videotaped her aunt in secret while promoting a book critical of the outgoing president. Throughout the recordings, Barry was heard disparaging her brother harshly, claiming the former president "has no principles" and is "cruel." Barry stated in a 2006 immigration case that courts had insufficient discretion in determining who should be allowed to stay in the United States due to strict laws that were in place years before her brother was elected president. compelling "knee-jerk" judgments. The case concerned Malachy McAllister, a man from Northern Ireland, who was refused refuge by the panel in the 3rd Circuit, which she sat on. Barry called for federal intervention in this case. I do not think that the old plea, 'Give me your tired, your hungry, your huddled masses longing to breathe free...' is any longer sincere. Barry remarked, "But if it is, shame on us," alleging that McAllister's acts coincided with the Irish's desire to overthrow more than eight centuries of British domination. Former paramilitary Irish National Liberation Army member McAllister was found guilty in the 1981 wounding of a British police officer. Barry's sharp sense of humour was also well-known; this was demonstrated in a 2015 dispute about fan access to NFL game passes. Barry's colleagues quipped that the pope was completely ignoring New Jersey when the NFL equated the allocation policy to Catholic parishes receiving a bountiful amount of tickets to see him in Philadelphia. "We're not used to it," joked Barry. Trump has one surviving sibling, his sister Elizabeth Trump Grau. He was one of five children. Following the death of his younger brother, Robert Trump, at the age of 71 in 2020, the former president hosted a memorial service at the White House. At the age of 42, Fred Trump Jr., his elder brother, passed away from a heart attack, which the family attributed to drunkenness. In 2022, Ivana Trump, the ex-wife of Donald Trump, passed away at the age of 73. SEE ALSO: Trump calls the Imprisoned US. Capitol protesters ‘hostages’ Read the full article

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thewaywardbruja · 2 years

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~ Witchy Update! ~

Hey guys!

I just want to start by saying welcome to my crazy, all of my new followers! Haha. I'm active mostly on my twitter, @/ThreeWitchy as well, but I do try and stay active here.

I'm doing okay, just been focusing on my witchcraft, and moving forward with my journey. I have been doing tarot, and other forms of divination and White and I are getting closer, and closer by the day. I love talking to her. Shes so playful, and loving, and we have gotten so close, I even asked her if she trusts me completely now, since it had been so long since we had spoken and she said a very powerful "Yes" - It made my heart warm.

I also talked to her about Austell, and she confirmed what I already believed, that she is my familiar, and that she chose her for me, and that White has known Austell in all of her lives. That made my heart happy. To know that Austell has known White that long, felt so special. <3 Its rare - and I treasure it. <3

I have really enjoyed doing small spells, and focusing on my craft.

I started College last week! I am so excited to do what it takes to get what I need to join the Police in 2 years. I am taking a Fundamentals Math Class ( As I didnt meet the requirements for the Math GCSE - ie I AM TERRIBLE AT MATH ) and the English GCSE. And I think today I finally get my College ID. :D

I am so happy I applied myself to go to college and do something positive with my life. Its what I need to make my dreams come true, and even if its not happening in the time I wanted to, its happening the way its supposed to. <3

Its giving me time to focus on my witchcraft, and my job. I left my last job on Friday, and am starting a new one later in the week! I am so excited. Its the job I've wanted, even though its still retail, its at a better place to work. Full-time jobs are extremely hard to come by in the UK right now. So working 20 hours is pretty good. Its higher than what I was working before. :D

Baby steps, I'll get there <3

As for my Witchcraft, I'm doing well, my mentor / adopted sister is always helping and giving me advice, and giving me the freedom to be who I am meant to be. My husband is actually getting involved now, doing cleanses and other things, which feels so special <3 I found a discord group, and am a moderator on there, and am getting a lot of support from them. Its been such a fun journey thus far. I am really enjoying sharing my journey, my ups and downs, and as a beginner I hope that I can help other beginners have the confidence to keep going when things feel rough. I love every aspect of my craft, and what I am developing. Its 6 months this month since I started practicing and I wouldnt change it for anything. Its been so eye opening and I am finally finding who I am through it, and it feels amazing. My identity, through my witchcraft is just <3 I'm really stepping into my own and it feels amazing. I'm finally finding who I am. Finally putting my past behind me, and it feels amazing. Thats not to say I dont have triggers, or my CPTSD has just disappeared, it hasnt. But I am so glad for how far I've come <3 I cant wait to see what life has planned for me in all aspects of this! <3

My plan for tomorrow is to start early in the morning and just whip out all of my tarot posts. I think once I get all those uploaded with or without photos then I will be able to feel a lot more comfortable posting on here. I just feel like everything is out of whack now and out of time. And I hate when that happens. I've been doing a lot of Tarot readings, and then there was a period of time when I stopped because of stuff going on IRL so I'd like to record all of those things down here. Just so theres a safe place for my readings as well in case something happens to one of my journals. I found out that White is now communicating with me through The Light-Seer's deck as well as the Familiars deck, so its been fun using both of those, but they both have separate journals to accompany them.

So yeah, thats where I am at now. I am working hard to get things back on track online and keep track of things, and I hope you'll join me on this journey <3

Blessed Be ~

And have a great day <3

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shewearsherselftoat · 2 years

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The Blank Space, Where I Live

How do I explain this??

When you're in love with someone, and he is not in love with you and he goes and makes a big life altering decision with such a finality?? Yeah, it's something like this.

Once upon a time, I was in love with someone who out-of-the-blue, let me go. He always felt he was destined for more than what he was destined for with me. Then, I was in love. I felt that we had so much together that we couldn't put ourselves aside and stop. He won, and his decision was life-altering for myself, as I had stopped believing in love and had start over, again.

I wasn't going to fall in love again because I had decided to stay away from men, mostly being that he reminded of my dad who taught be about conditions instead of unconditional love.

Lucky me, another man had found me and pushed and encouraged me to fall back in love. I resisted at first, and then I did fall madly in love with him. I felt I had been given a second chance at falling in love with the right person and to not make the same mistakes as I had in my prior relationship. Then, on amicable terms in my heart, knowing I had done everything I could, we split up. He needed time for himself to investigate his career and our time together was taking up too much time. I actually understood whilst I was heartbroken. Years later, I found out it was my prior ex-boyfriend who destroyed this relationship, not because he was jealous but because he could. He didn't believe I deserved happiness, something he once said that would continue to haunt me for quite some time.

I had one more serious relationship before college, although I was certain it wouldn't lead to forever by this point. I didn't believe in forever with anyone anymore. Seeing how I damaged I was from my prior relationship, one person commented how it didn't have to be this way and how I shouldn't continue to take his last words to heart.

Then college hit. Where I was heavily pursued by this open-hearted, beautiful man and I kept rejecting him until he said something one day. Well, eventually we got engaged, even through the rough spot. The day I was supposed to walk down the aisle, something traumatic happened that morning and I woke up somewhere else, not knowing who I was. Of course this traumatic event has nothing to do with my fiance. In fact, apparently he began searching for me for many, many years. Myself, with such a lousy, limited and impaired memory had the memory of him although I couldn't remember names and places. I kept googling descriptions and trying so hard to remember the names of the people I once knew, and believing that maybe they had left me, so why was searching them if they didn't want to be bothered?

Now I am recovering memory every day, little by little, and my first ex mentioned in this passage found me. I still do not want him, and he doesn't believe I had this relationship, even though he claims he'll try and find this man for me. This ex, who said he has thought things over many years, says he wants to try again. I don't want this. I am actively and STILL waiting for me ex-fiance from college. I won't move on without him.

And I haven't stopped loving him.

Now here are two things to know: My ex doesn't believe I was taken at all, he thinks my life is designed by poorly concocted choices and even poorer conclusions. I also told him I'm in danger. Meanwhile, I fear finding my ex-fiance because I can put him in danger from what I've uncovered about this scene.

I know this much, that myself being taken has to do with my childhood. Everyday, I used to try to remember what happened to me when I had a blank memory. Then, through therapy, I started recalling memories and flashing-back through intense traumatic memories. My really good memories, well they are STILL buried far underneath all of this stuff. It's like I've been living my life through memories and this film reel is coming to an end. They say that your life flashes before your eyes before you die. Well, my life must be too jam-packed with memories to flash before my eyes before I die. It would take seventeen years for my life to flash before my 38 year-old eyes.

You only have moments for your life to flash before your eyes. Maybe years of recall and reflection prior to this moment, but other than that, the time is ticking. And even if my life does flash before my eyes here, there will still be many questions left unanswered. This is my blank space.

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soulkeeper801 · 2 years

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They don’t know about us pt. 3

(A/N: Part 1 | Part 2)

Rosé x F!reader

You’re an idol and Blackpink’s Rosé just wanna have fun.

“Pizza?” you grinned at her as she opened the door.

Rose grabbed you by your collar and pulled you in for a kiss.

It had been almost a year of you sneaking into her apartment to spend a few hours without anyone noticing. It all started feeling so familiar for the both of you: the long stares, the whispers, the soft moans while making out. You knew her entire body by heart.

“You had people over?” you asked as you saw bags on the counter at the kitchen.

“Yeah, the girls were here in the morning. I told them I had an appointment at the salon so they would leave”, she smiled softly encircling your neck with her arms pulling towards her. “And now I can have you all for myself”.

You deepened the kiss, grabbing her by her hips. She moaned at the roughness.

“Pizza will get cold,” she pouted. “Let’s eat first?”

You nodded and brought her to the table so you could eat.

“I really like spending time with you,” she said in a whisper, not making eye contact.

You smiled. “So do I,” you replied. “Sometimes I wish I could take you out on a proper date”.

Her gaze met your eyes. Confusion, nervousness but mostly fear.

“I-I don’t mean to put any pressure on you, baby. I’m just thinking out loud”, you replied hurriedly. “Sorry, let’s just eat, alright?” you said, caressing her hand.

“I don’t want you to think I’m a jerk that just wants to sleep with you and that’s it,” she said, her gaze fixed on the table. “I really like you. I do. And I want to be brave with you”.

A smile grew slowly on your face as she inspected your expression trying to read your mind.

“Let’s be brave for each other”.

As you cuddled on the couch, little pecks lead to deepened kisses and there she was straddling your waist one more time making you gasp under her touch.

“I love how you sound, Y/N,” she growled as you shut your eyes closed since her kisses went down to your neck. She nibbled and licked, making you lose control.

“I-I love you”.

Time froze in a second and Rosé stopped moving.

You fucked up.

How could you be this careless to let your real feelings flow out like this? What were you thinking?

“I’m sorry,” you abruptly said. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I don’t know why I said that”.

She avoided making eye contact with you as she sat up straight when her phone rang.

She picked up, “Hello?”, she said, still on top of you.

Her eyes widened. “What?!”

Silence.

“No, no. Of course you can come to my place right now, Lisa”.

You were confused for a moment. Was she going to introduce you to her friend? Was this what being brave was? Weren’t you going to talk about what just happened?

She hung up. “Lisa is coming here, says she needs to use the restroom”, she sighed and whined. “I’m sorry,” she whispered, “but you have to go. She doesn’t know you’re here”.

Your heart broke.

“Aren’t we going to talk about what happened?”

“Not now, please… We will but not now…”

As you were still processing everything, the bell rang.

Rosé gasped. “Fuck, it’s her”, she whispered. “Get in my room. Wait there until I tell you to come out”.

“Are you seri-”

“Please, we don’t have time!”

You did as she told you and waited in her room. From there you could still hear them.

“What took you so long?” Lisa asked with a mischievous tone.

“Nothing, I was just in my room”, Rosé answered nervously, “go use the bathroom. It must be an emergency if you’re coming here…”

Lise stayed in silence for a few seconds. “Were you with someone here?” she asked.

“What?”

“You took a long time to open the door, your hair looks kinda messy, you seem a bit nervous…”

Rosé chuckled trying to hide her nervousness, “what? go use the bathroom and stop the nonsense!”

Lisa laughed out loud.

After a minute, Rosé opened the bedroom door. “Please go, while she’s in there”.

You didn’t even look at her and made your way out.

Once outside you felt like crying. Why did it have to be this difficult? You roamed around until you found a cafe where you could stay for a while. You couldn’t go back to your dorm since you lied to your team and told them you were going to be outside of town for a photoshoot. It didn’t seem worth it at this point. All the lies, all the excuses. You thought it was all leading to something. You loved Rosé, more than you wanted to admit but at that moment you were lost.

You took the furthest seat in the place you found and took a sip of your coffee. You needed to ease your mind, think about anything else. Yet your mind kept going back to her face, her touch, her voice. How you wished you could brag to the world that she was yours and you were hers. But was she really yours? She wasn’t even willing to introduce you to one of her friends. Not even as a friend. You were confused, heartbroken and alone.

“Y/N?” a voice you recognized immediately asked.

You lifted your head and saw her standing right in front of you.

“I wasn’t sure about coming to say hi since you look like you have a lot on your mind right now”, she said nervously. “But at the same time I wanted to make sure you’re okay. And the best way to do that is to come here and drink a coffee with you,” she said, smiling at you.

You smiled back.

“Thank you, Sana”, you said sincerely. “Please, take a seat. It’s been a while since the last time we met”.

She sat down and nodded. “It has. So… you don’t have to tell me what’s wrong, but you can tell me about you. Or I can tell you about me, your choice.” she grinned.

And it made you smile again.

“Well, this is exclusive information, but my group is preparing for a new album this year,” you said and she clapped excitedly. “We’ve been in the studio a lot for the last month…”

As you kept speaking, you noticed her whole attention was on you. She listened carefully to what you were saying and at that moment you felt grateful she was there with you.

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blueskrugs · 3 years

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Jump Then Fall | Jack Hughes

I am eternally soft for this kid, okay. this is not the original birthweek fic I had planned for him, but it is a bonus Swift Fic because I couldn't help myself. enjoy while I work on getting my shit together for the summer!

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High school relationships never worked out. That’s what they always told you, at least, when you and Jack were young and in love. And they were right, sort of. You’d broken up not long after you’d both graduated, with Jack off to be drafted and you off to college. Except you’d stayed close, texting and talking on the phone often once Jack had headed off to New Jersey. He was one of your best friends, and you were thankful he was still in your life, but you weren’t sure you’d ever stop loving him, not really.

I like the way you sound in the morning We're on the phone and without a warning I realize your laugh is the best sound I have ever heard

Saturday mornings always meant long phone calls with Jack. You’d both wake up early and make coffee before spending most of the morning on the phone, talking about everything and nothing. Sometimes you wished more than anything that you could see his face, but you weren’t sure what would come spilling out of your mouth when you saw him.

One cold morning in December, you were pretty sure Jack had still been asleep when you called. His voice was slow and rough when he spoke, but you could still hear the smile in his voice.

When you heard him yawn, big enough his jaw cracked, you laughed. “Am I keeping you awake?” you asked.

Jack rushed to answer, “No, never.”

“Jack,” you warned.

Jack laughed. “We got in late last night, I’m just a little tired, I’m fine,” he told you.

“I can let you go back to sleep,” you said.

You heard Jack sit up on the other end of the line. “No way, absolutely not,” he said.

“We’re not even talking about anything important.” You’d mostly been stressing about the end of the semester.

“So? I like talking to you,” Jack argued.

You sighed. “You’re an idiot,” but it came out more fond than annoyed.

Somehow, that phone call lasted almost two more hours. Later, you wouldn’t remember what dumb thing you’d quipped that had made Jack burst out laughing, but you’d always remember the sound of that laugh. You’d wished you’d been able to record it, to have it to listen to on rough days, on days you missed Jack a little extra.

I hear the words but all I can think is We should be together

Jack was telling some story about his teammates. You were only half-listening, paying more attention to his face as he talked. It was late, and Quinn and Jack were home for Christmas. You and the three Hughes boys had taken over the basement for the night. Quinn and Luke were sprawled out on the couch opposite you, and you were buried under several blankets with your feet in Jack’s lap. He was using one hand to help illustrate his story, but the other was resting on your ankle, warm despite the chill outside, his thumb absently rubbing against your bare skin.

Quinn threw a balled up napkin at you, jolting you back to reality. “What’re you thinking about over there?” he asked.

“What?” You threw the napkin back at Quinn.

Luke chimed in, “Yeah, Jack’s not that funny, there’s no way you’re smiling at him.”

“Hey!” Jack protested. You dug your heel into his thigh, and he turned to grin at you.

You hadn’t even realized you were smiling. You always seemed to be smiling when you were around Jack, you couldn’t help it.

“Just missed you guys,” you said, grinning back at Jack.

Jack squeezed your ankle and went back to telling his story. You still weren’t listening.

Well, I like the way your hair falls in your face You got the keys to me I love each freckle on your face, oh

When Jack first started growing his hair out, you hated it.

“No, why,” you said the first time you saw him that summer. Luke laughed from somewhere behind you.

Jack ran a hand through his hair and smirked at you. “What do you mean?” he asked. “You love my hair.”

You tilted your head, pretending to consider. “I’ve changed my mind,” you said.

Jack squawked, outraged and offended. He slung an arm around your shoulder and pulled you in close as you giggled and tried to get away. “You’ll pay for that,” he told you. You dug your elbow into his ribs until he let go of you.

Later that night found the two of you left alone near the bonfire as the sun went down.

“Hey,” Jack said. You locked your phone and tilted your head back to look up at him upside down. “Do you really not like the hair?” he asked.

You snorted. “Would you cut it if I said I didn’t?” Jack shrugged, not quite meeting your eyes. You sat up and twisted to look at Jack properly. “You wouldn’t, oh my God.” It was hard to tell, but he might’ve been blushing in the fading light,

“Just tell me the truth,” he said.

You looked at Jack, really looked at him. He was tan, a new burst of freckles dusted across his nose. He’d shoved a hat on since you’d first seen him earlier in the day, but you could still see how his hair was just beginning to curl at the ends past the nape of his neck. Jack stared back at you, blue eyes dark.

“I guess I could get used to it,” you said.

Honestly, you were so gone for him, you were pretty sure you’d end up still liking him no matter what he looked like.

When people say things that bring you to your knees I'll catch you

Sometimes you didn’t know how Jack put up with it all. From losing streaks to being called a draft bust to people questioning whether he was capable of being a leader, there wasn’t a day that went by that he didn’t have to deal with some bullshit. You knew it wasn’t easy, but he rarely let it get to him. Rarely, but not never.

It didn’t surprise you when your phone rang after a rough game. You answered the FaceTime call without thinking about it, smiling softly when Jack’s face filled your screen. He looked tired, dark bags under his eyes and his hair hanging limply in his face.

“Hi, bud,” you said.

Jack closed his eyes and sighed, long and loud, scrubbing his free hand across his face. You’d been able to watch the game, had watched the blowout happen in real time, just another loss in this skid, in a season that had started out promising for once.

“I’m tired,” Jack whined.

“You look like shit,” you told him. Jack stuck his tongue out at you. “Do I need to get Ty to delete Twitter off your phone again?” you asked. Jack rolled his eyes, but you weren’t joking.

“No, I just-” Jack rubbed his eyes again. “Did you see what my plus-minus was tonight?”

It was your turn to roll your eyes. “Oh my God, no, we’re not doing this,” you said. Sometimes Jack wanted to forget everything about a shitty game, but other nights he got frustrated and wanted to pick apart every mistake he’d made on the ice. You dragged your laptop closer to you. “C’mon, open your Netflix, we’re watching a movie.”

There was some scuffling on the other end, with Jack accidentally pointing his phone at the ceiling. “Fine, but I get to pick,” he said.

You argued half-heartedly with him for a while, but he won in the end, and you settled on some movie you’d both seen a dozen times. It was quiet while you watched, a comfortable silence, heavy with familiarity.

“Hey,” Jack said lowly as the end credits rolled later. You’d been half-sure Jack had fallen asleep on you. “Thanks.”

You smiled tiredly at him. It was late, and dark in his room, and you could barely make out his blurry form on your phone. “Anytime, Jacky,” you said, but you meant, “I love you.”

You can jump then fall, jump then fall Jump then fall into me, into me, yeah

Your doorbell rang one morning in early May. When you pulled open the front door, there was Jack, hands shoved deep in his hoodie pocket, standing on your parent’s front porch.

“I thought you weren’t coming home for a few weeks still,” you said, leaning against the door frame. The Devils season was over, but Jack had told you he was planning on sticking around for a while or traveling some before coming home for the summer.

Jack took one of his hands out of his pocket and ran it nervously through his hair. “I’ve been thinking,” he said, instead of responding to your non-question.

You raised an eyebrow at him. You’d known Jack for years, and you could probably count on one hand the number of times you’d seen him be nervous. “Well, don’t hurt yourself with that, bud,” you told him.

He made a face at you, but it also got him to smile. “Will you just let me-” he started, but he didn’t finish his sentence.

“Hey, c’mon, let’s go inside,” you said, stepping back to let Jack follow you into the house.

In the living room, the TV show you had been watching was still paused, but you both ignored it. You sat back on the couch, but Jack stayed standing, awkwardly shifting his weight from foot to foot.

“You’re freaking me out a little, Jacky,” you said.

Jack sighed and sat on the floor in front of you, leaning back on his hands with his legs stretched out in front of him. “I miss you,” he said.

“Jack, we talk every day,” you told him. “I’m right here,” you added softly.

Jack huffed and ran his hands through his hair again. He laid back for a moment, staring silently up at the ceiling fan as it slowly turned above you.

“Have you ever thought about getting back together?” he asked when he sat back up.

You thought about it a lot, actually, but you just said, “Yeah.”

“Do you think we could do it?” Jack asked next.

You hesitated on that one. You’d thought that, maybe, you could’ve made it back when you were in high school, but things were so different now. You’d listened to the opinions of others so much back then, had broken up in part because you thought that it was inevitable anyway. Could you make it through all that again? You still had a few years until you graduated, and New Jersey wasn’t exactly close.

Then again, you two were as close as ever. Jack had only missed a handful of your Saturday morning phone calls, and it was always just because of hockey. He was still sitting on the floor in front of you, looking nervous as he chewed on his bottom lip.

“I don’t know,” you said honestly.

Jack’s face fell a little. “Do you think we could try?”

“Yeah, I think so,” you said, just as honestly. You’d never been good at saying no to Jack, anyway.

Jack beamed, and you knew exactly why you still loved him after all this time. Jack leaned forward and tugged at your foot. “Hey, come down here,” he whined. “Wanna kiss you.”

“Or you could come up here?” Jack tugged harder. “Oh my God, you’re so fucking needy,” you laughed, but you slid off the couch and let Jack pull you into his lap.

His hands went to your waist, sliding under your T-shirt, and he smiled smugly up at you. “Hi.”

You pressed a kiss to his nose. “Hi,” you said back.

“Uh-uh, you can do better than that.” A kiss to his cheek. Jack rolled his eyes and put one of his hands on your cheek to drag you in for a real kiss. “That’s better,” he whispered, but you were already leaning in for another kiss.

#cait writes things #jack hughes #jack hughes fic #jack hughes imagine #nhl fic #nhl imagine

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laylaswriting · 3 years

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You Belong With Me

Title: You Belong With Me

Pairing: Bo Burnham x fem!reader

Word count: 2.9k

Warnings: None

Tags: fluff, h/c, friends to lovers, college au I guess?

Prompt: “I don’t think my heart can take watching you love someone else again.”

A/N: I read all your crazy good Bo fics and got inspired so I wanted to write one myself, I've never written anything with him so bear with me if this sucks lol. 🥺 Heavily inspired by @pseudonympls 's amazing work. 😳🎃 Also please let me know if you find some silly grammar, English is my second language! Love yous!

3 years earlier

She walked through the classroom door with a shaky breath. Every pair of eyes were glued to her once she did, the teacher raising his eyebrows at her. She hated to be late, but it wasn’t her fault – the weather was insane and public transport went crazy. Her hair was dripping wet from the rain as she just stood there, being super uncomfortable with the situation.

‘Miss (Y/L/N), I presume, would you mind to sit?’ The professor asked, gesturing towards the crowd of students in the auditorium, urging her to finally move after a few awkward seconds. She looked at her classmates, searching the room for an empty spot. She walked towards the back, and stopped at the edge of the long desk. There was one spot next to a guy she hasn’t seen at the orientation.

‘Um-, excuse me!’ She said in a low voice, making him look up from his notes. His hair was dirty blonde, a little scruffy, like he just woke up. His blue eyes found hers and after what seemed like a few seconds, but was mostly like a fleeting moment, he answered, looking a bit lost himself.

‘I’m sorry, please take a seat!’ He said, standing up from his chair, letting her take the one next to his. She leaned back, and let out a loud sigh. Being late on the first day of Uni. Great start – she thought.

‘Rough morning?’ He whispered, trying not to bother the others who were paying attention to the class. She scoffed.

‘A way to put it.’ She said, a small smile on her face, looking at him. ‘Such a cliché to be late on the first day, isn’t it?’ He let out a small laugh and put out his hand towards her.

‘My name is Bo.’ He said, looking at her.

‘(Y/N).’ She answered and shook his hand.

Nowadays

‘Goddamnit, Bo!’ She said laughing. ‘This is our last Halloween party before graduating, and you don’t want to dress up?’

‘No!’ He said, a wide smile on his face. ‘I’m planning to dress up as a miserable asshole, who just happens to look a lot like me, duh!’ He crossed his arms, leaning against her desk. They were in her dorm room, talking about the Halloween party on Friday.

‘Oh, come on!’ She mimicked his movements. ‘You can’t do that!’

‘Ugh, okay, okay, calm down. I’ll think about it, alright?’ He surrendered. ‘What are you dressing up as, anyway?’ He asked with furrowed brows, and she felt like a blush was forming on her face. It’s not like she was keeping it as a secret, but she didn’t know what to tell about her date to the party. It’s not like he would mind, right?

The truth was that (Y/N) was madly in love with Bo. Every time she saw him, her heart skipped a beat and butterflies formed in her stomach. He was her best friend since freshman year, but it didn’t take a lot for her to fall for him. He was funny, sweet, caring and extremely handsome. Through the years she studied every inch of his face, his gestures, how he carried himself, how he acted when he was happy, when he was sad. But even like this, she was oblivious to the fact that Bo loved her too. They were both seeing others during college, mostly just brief dating as it never seemed to work out for either of them. This shouldn't have been that different, right?

’I actually got invited to the party by Liam, and we’ll dress up together.’ She scoffed at the idea, rubbing her fingers against her forehead. It sounded extremely cheesy. It was in fact extremely cheesy. But it could’ve been cute with the right person. Her heart clenched at the thought of doing the same thing with Bo. She couldn’t help herself but smile thinking about it.

‘Oh, that’s cool.’ He said hesitantly, forcing a smile on his face. ‘You seem excited about it.’ He added, referring to the wide smile now spread across her face.

‘Oh, yeah. It’s going to be great, I guess. I haven’t had a date in a while.’ She said, messing with her fingers in her lap. She felt weird about feeling this bad about this whole thing. They weren’t a thing, he wasn’t her ex. He was her friend, and he’d be happy for her right?

‘So, Liam, eh?’ He asked, smiling at her. ‘I didn’t know he was your type!’ He teased.

‘He’s not!’ She quickly answered, only realizing after how stupid that might’ve sounded. She furrowed her brows while he let out a small chuckle.

‘Hey, I hope you’ll have a great time!’ He said, still smiling. But under the facade his heart felt like it was broken into a million pieces.

‘Do you want to grab some food?’ She asked after a few seconds of silence. She didn’t realize Bo’s awkward reaction because she was too busy with her own thoughts about the situation.

‘Actually I have a thing to take care of this afternoon, so-‘ He answered, running a hand through his hair. He used to do this while thinking, and it always drove her crazy. She didn’t hate it when he did this – she only hated how much she loved it. She stood up from her bed, walked towards him and hugged him.

‘See you tomorrow then?’ She asked, looking up at him with a smile, his expression unreadable.

‘You bet.’ He answered, and left her alone in the room. She covered her face with her hands, dropping down on her bed as she let out a shaky breath. She couldn’t help but think this was a stupid idea. She loved Bo, but she didn’t want to make a move on him and risk losing his friendship. He never really showed interest in her during their years at college, and he dated – no matter how briefly – other girls as well. A small lump started to form in her throat as she let her thoughts wander. She felt tears starring to gather at the corner of her eyes which she quickly blinked away and sat to her desk, opening a book and starting to read it.

***

‘So, will I see you there?’ She asked, holding her phone to her ears while digging through her closet.

‘Yes, of course!’ Bo answered on the other side of the line. ‘I will meet you at the party, don’t want to third wheel on your date with Liam.’ She wanted to object, tell him that he wouldn’t be a bother, that she would want to be with him instead, but that would sound weird. And she definitely understood that it would be weird for him to ‘third wheel’ on the date. But still she kind of wished she could spend more time with him tonight.

‘Okay, promise?’ She furrowed her brows, waiting for his reply.

‘I promise, (Y/N).’ He answered in a soft voice, which made her heart swell. They spoke a few words and then she hung up. She was looking for a green t-shirt she knew she had somewhere. The idea of their costume was some super casual Mario & Luigi costume. She thought going as Mario and Peach would’ve been a bit too much for like their second date. She wasn’t sure at all how she felt about this. She just knew she can’t keep waiting and being devastated about Bo all the time. She thought this way she could be over him sooner, but deep inside she knew she didn’t want to be over him. She never wanted this bittersweet feeling to go away.

She put the ‘costume’ on – a green t-shirt with denim overalls and sneakers. Liam said he’d bring the hat for her with him. She looked at the clock: 6:20. He would come pick her up in ten minutes. She paced the room in that time, furrowing her brows, messing with her fingers. She was nauseous from being nervous all day.

‘(Y/N)?’ She heard a knock on her door, snapping her out of her thoughts. She took a deep breath and opened it. Liam stood in front of her, his brown hair hidden by his Mario hat, a black fake mustache on his face which made her laugh. He was a sweet guy, he was handsome and a bit taller than her. Probably under other circumstances she would’ve fallen for him already.

‘Are-a ya ready Luigi?’ He asked faking a Mario voice, handing her the green hat he brought. She laughed and took it, putting it on her head, twirling a little to show her costume, which he awarded with a wide grin.

‘Let’s go!’ She said, locking the door behind her. She still felt weird, but Liam being cool calmed her down a bit. He was funny too – not as funny as Bo though. They walked to the party and on the way, laughter filled the air, she was nervous but he was sweet, didn’t push her boundaries. She couldn’t help but kept checking her phone, waiting for a text or call from Bo.

At the party she saw all her friends, and as soon as they arrived Liam disappeared to bring some drinks for her. Her eyes scanned the room restlessly, looking for her best friend.

‘Have you seen Bo?’ She asked her friend, Tessa, who shook her head and shrugged. The music was too loud, so there was no point in really trying to have a conversation. About an hour passed with mingling around the party and he was nowhere to be found. It was still early – she thought, he could be here soon. Liam was sweet and attentive, always asking what she wanted to do, getting drinks, dancing with her. But she couldn’t help checking her phone every five minutes, the alcohol slowly creeping to her head was no use either.

‘I’m sorry, can you give me a minute?’ She asked, trying to speak over the loud music.

‘Are you alright? Are you feeling sick?’ He replied with a question, worry in his voice. She shook her head.

‘I just need some fresh air, if that’s ok?’

‘Sure thing. Want me to come with you?’ He asked, nodding towards the door. She just shook her head and held her fingers up, showing that it will only take five minutes. He nodded, then turned to their friends while she made her way towards the door. Phone clutched in her hand, heart beating in her throat. He promised he’d be here.

She felt the cool October breeze on her face, which made a shiver run down her spine. She dialed Bo’s number, and it started ringing. Actually, it started ringing very close to her. She turned her head towards the direction of his ringtone, and she saw him – walking towards her in the dark, hands in his pocket, head hung low. Looking at his phone, then looking at her. She hung up the call, tears gathering in her eyes, which she wasn’t sure why. She could swear her heart was going to jump out of her chest any second.

‘You’re not wearing a costume.’ She said, voice barely above a whisper as she smiled at him. He responded with a faint smile and a shrug.

‘I told you I’ll come here as a miserable asshole.’ He answered, messing with his hair, but there was no joking in his voice this time. She felt her heart skipped a beat.

‘Bo please.’ She said, putting a hand on his arm. ‘Tell me what’s wrong. I know something is, please let me help.’ He finally looked up on her face. She could see he was troubled, his brows were furrowed, lips trembling, but barely noticeable. Probably no one else would’ve noticed other than her.

‘(Y/N), I’m sorry, but –‘ he started, but cut himself off, pressing both his palms to his eyes in frustration.

‘Please, Bo.’ She pleaded, taking one of his hands in her own, pulling it away from his face. He ran the other through his hair, gripping at the roots. Then he looked at her.

‘I don’t think my heart can take watching you love someone else again.’ He finally said, which made her heart stop for what felt like an eternity. She blinked a few times unconsciously, her mouth fell open just the tiniest bit. Tears started to gather in her eyes as she furrowed her brows and shook her head a bit.

‘What?’ It was all she managed to say to him. His face was unreadable for her. His lips pressed into a single line, eyes searching her face.

‘Come on (Y/N)!’ He scoffed, looking at his feet. ‘Don’t tell me you don’t know what I’m talking about. You’re so smart. How can you not see that this is killing me?’ He asked, gesturing with his hand. His words slowly registered in her brain. Love someone else – he said. Someone else.

The tears that sat in her eyes up until now started flowing, as she closed the space between them. She threw her arms around Bo’s neck, which he willingly helped by pulling her up by her hips. She pressed her lips on his, they were just as soft as she imagined them for all these years. His big palm pressed against her lower back, with his other hand he cupped her face and held the back of her neck while he deepened the kiss.

He poured all his emotions into it – it was desperate, sad, excited, happy, hungry. His lips explored hers like he never wanted to let go, like any second, she could disappear. He wiped her flowing tears away as they broke the kiss to catch their breath. He pressed his forehead against hers, their noses touching each other, lips barely separated. She could feel his sweet breath on her face, the scent of his aftershave and couldn’t help but laugh as her tears wouldn’t stop falling. The overwhelming emotion taking over her body, she pressed another kiss on his lips.

‘I love you Bo.’ She said, hand tugging on his grey t-shirt at his waist. He put his other hand on her face as well, now cupping it from both sides. His baby blue eyes would never leave hers for a second, and she could swear there were some tears glowing in them. His smile spread across his whole face, it could’ve lit up the whole town. Hell, even the whole universe.

‘Are you serious?’ He whispered, never letting go of her. She nodded, tears starting to flow again. Her chest felt like a fire was consuming her heart, so overwhelmed with the emotions. He pressed his lips against hers again, this time with more urgency. He was an amazing kisser – his lips and tongue danced in perfect harmony with hers.

‘I love you too.’ He said between breaths, pulling her into a tight hug, arms wrapped around her shoulders, his chin resting on the top of her head. ‘I’ve loved you since freshmen year, (Y/N). Do you remember the first time I saw you?’ He asked, not expecting an answer. Of course she remembered.

‘You were standing next to me, drenched from the horrible rain from that morning. I immediately thought you were so beautiful. And then I found out soon enough that you were funny too.’ He said, his palms caressing her back, while she was hiding her face in his t-shirt, devouring this moment so she could remember it forever.

‘Why didn’t you say anything?’ She asked, her voice muffled into his chest. He scoffed, lifting her chin to meet her eyes.

‘I didn’t want to ruin our friendship. I thought –‘ He stopped for a second. ‘I thought you deserved so much better than me.’ It was her time to scoff.

‘You are crazy.’ She said, standing on her tiptoes to plant another soft kiss on his lips. He raised his hand to plant it on her neck again. The kiss was interrupted by someone scratching their throat next to them. It was Liam.

‘Oh shit’ Bo exhaled, absolutely forgetting about the situation at hand. Just as (Y/N) did.

‘Liam, I –‘ She started, but she got interrupted by him.

‘It’s alright, (Y/N).’ He said with a laugh in his voice, raising his hands in surrender. ‘I would lie if I’d say I didn’t expect something like this. No hard feelings here.’ He said, extending his hand towards her. She took a step away from Bo, she felt his hand linger on hers as long as it could, fearing that if he’d let her go, she could disappear. She threw her arms around Liam, giving him a warm hug.

‘Thanks Liam.’ She said, and let him go back to the party. Bo stood behind her, his hands rested on her hips now, hunching down to nuzzle his face into the crook of her neck.

‘Do you want to go back to the party?’ He asked, his breath giving her goosebumps.

‘No way.’ She answered, turning towards him. He cupped her face and pulled her into another kiss.

‘I’m glad you didn’t have a fake mustache as well.’ He said, his grin wide across his face, his dimples showing. His blue eyes sparked with happiness, and she felt her heart burst. She laughed, and wrapped her arms around him.

‘Let’s go home.’ She said, and Bo took her hand, leading her towards the dorms.

#bo burnham ff #bo burnham fanfic #bo burnham inside #bo burnham x reader #bo burnham fluff #bo burnham/reader #bo/reader #fluff #h/c #oneshot #imagine

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atlabeth · 3 years

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everything happens for a reason part 5 - zuko x fem!reader

I can go anywhere I want, I can go anywhere just not home

part 4 | masterlist | part 6

a/n: this was hard to get going but once i got to the end the words just flowed. ive come to the conclusion that writing dialogue with katara is my favorite thing to do

warning(s): nightmare at the beginning, survivor's guilt from y/n, some internalized homophobia :-( but aside from that its mostly fluff

wc: 3.6k

chapter title comes from my tears ricochet by taylor swift!

She was trapped.

It was a prison of never ending hallways in some kind of infinite void, complete with the rank stench of death and an innate feeling of hopelessness.

Y/N knew this place. It had been the subject of her nightmares on countless occasions, because it was where she was supposed to be. She had no choice but to start down the pathway of cracked stone — she knew what awaited her, but it was the only way out. She had developed some sick sense of awareness in this nightmare and it didn’t do her any favors.

She began to walk hastily down the path, the itch of paranoia already plaguing the back of her mind. Countless times she had been here, and yet it never got better.

Before Y/N knew it, she had reached her unwanted destination. The first tangible thing in what felt like miles was a prison cell, and she pushed forward despite knowing what awaited her. It was the only way.

“It wasn’t the only way.”

She froze, inhaling sharply as the dreamscape seemed to pull her thoughts out of her mind, and she forced herself to take another step closer, the inhabitant of the cell now visible.

“You did this to me.”

It was her mother, but… not quite her. Her voice strained and stiff, a gaunt appearance with cruel eyes, hunched over in a prison cell. Any sign of the woman Y/N knew her as was gone, and it was her fault. She was the reason Kura was gone — a mother’s ultimate sacrifice because her daughter was too stuck in her head.

“How could you do this to me?” she asked. “How could you be so selfish?”

Y/N tried to respond, but she couldn’t. It was no use anyway — her words would’ve come out in broken, pleading rambles to someone who couldn’t hear a thing. She knew it was fake, she knew this was a nightmare, but it still hurt all the same.

She had imagined her mother saying those words to her so many times they had found their way into her nightmares despite knowing that Kura would never utter a single syllable true to her fears. She had all but killed her mother, and instead of remembering her for what she had done for Y/N, she appeared in her nightmares.

She was a horrible daughter.

She heard footsteps and whirled around, instinctively taking a step back and wincing as her back slammed into the bars. A tall, dark figure creeped towards her and her breath caught in her throat — as it came into the light, she recognized him as the Fire Lord.

He chuckled coldly as he neared ever closer, the path he walked turning to flames behind him. Her eyes darted around for an escape only to find that everything was on fire. It was suffocating, she couldn’t breathe, she couldn’t think, and when she turned to look for her mother she was gone. Everything was gone, her dark void now a prison of flames.

She turned around once more and Ozai was right in front of her, the fire in his hands glowing red hot and a cruel smile on his lips.

“Did you really think you could get away that easily?”

She shot up in her bed, a scream on the edge of her lips but just barely managing to hold it back. Ragged breaths were ripped from her chest, her eyes shooting around wildly as she attempted to find anything at all to ground her. It took a few minutes, but with repeated mantras of it was just a dream and you are safe, she was able to calm down.

She pulled her knees to her chest and exhaled long and deep before pulling herself out of bed. It seemed that her day was going to be starting much earlier than planned.

Four years had passed since her arrival at the Northern Water Tribe, but the nightmares never ceased. It didn’t matter how many times she told herself she had done the right thing, that it was what her mother wanted, that if she stayed she would’ve died — she was constantly haunted by her past actions and memories of the Fire Nation.

She hasn’t taken off the necklace since her mother gave it to her, no matter what she does. It’s almost become a part of her now — a memory of Kura and her selflessness that knew no bounds, as well as a grim reminder of what it cost to get her here.

The Northern Water Tribe itself held countless memories of her mother — after all, it was where she had spent the first eighteen years of her life. Her name was well known throughout the tribe with nobles and elders alike, and it amazed Y/N to no end the impact that her mother left everywhere she went. She loved hearing stories about her mother and what she was like as a child, but it was always bittersweet.

She always carried an inherent sense of guilt with her because of who she lived with — her mother hadn’t been lying when she said that the necklace would get them to help her. Kura’s parents still lived in the tribe, and they had taken Y/N in after she revealed who she was. They loved her unconditionally and never made her feel like a burden, but Y/N would be lying to herself if she didn’t think they blamed her for the fate that befell her mother.

After all, she did.

She had never told anyone the full story of why she ran though. It was one thing to leave her mother behind for certain death because of the Fire Lord’s rage, it was another thing to admit that it was wholly her fault because she had fallen for a prince.

Zuko.

Not a day went by where she didn’t think of him. She still held the hope that she would see him again someday, but in lieu of travel she turned to letters.

Y/N had a shelf full of unmailed letters addressed to both Zuko and her mother — it was a way to get out her emotions whenever she was feeling particularly homesick or hopeless, and it did help at first, but after four years it had become something born out of habit rather than necessity.

She still wrote them though — Y/N had learned to hold onto any form of hope she could muster up, no matter how small, and in this moment she needed some.

She opened her shelf and rifled through piles upon piles of letters, some finished, some hardly started, and some crumpled from fits of rage, and her breath caught in her throat when her fingers brushed something different. Y/N pulled the material out and nearly started crying right then and there.

It was an unbelievably simple patch of fabric, but it meant the world to her — something that she had bought during her last night with Zuko, and one of the only pieces of material to have survived her journey to the Northern Water Tribe. She was forced to sell the rest of the fabric she had brought with her in order to make some easy money while on the run, but she had kept this as a memento. She could almost be brought back to the final sunset they shared if she looked at it for long enough.

Y/N bit down hard on her lip to stop the tears and shoved it back into the drawer before closing it and leaving her room in a haste. Sometimes she wasn’t strong enough to handle the memories.

She made her way to the living room and let out a sigh of relief when she noticed the silence. Y/N had never told her grandparents about the nightmares, and right now she just needed some time to herself. Never before was she so thankful for her grandmother’s gossiping nature and her grandfather’s work than she was in the mornings where she just wanted to be alone.

She sat down on the floor, not even bothering to get a cushion, and stared at her hands. Once smooth and untouched by the world, they were now rough and calloused with wrapped bandages resting just below her wrist. Permanent memories of what it took to get here. The ever present reminder that nothing came without a cost.

This morning seemed to be one full of yearning for the past. Y/N tried to shake her feelings off and got up once more, contemplating some steamed sea prunes before deeming it fruitless. Her appetite was lacking after her trip down memory lane.

She walked back to her room and got dressed hastily then ran out the door, but not before plucking a gift from her shelf. Today marked the birthday of a certain princess, and Y/N had to go fast if she was going to get it to her before class.

She was immediately hit by the frigid air of the North, pulling her anorak tighter around her frame as she began to run to the canals — one could always find Princess Yue there in the mornings — doing her best to avoid anyone else walking.

Y/N saw Yue just about to board one of the boats and sped up, waving one of her arms as a signal. “Yue, wait!”

She turned and her face immediately brightened up at the sight of Y/N, raising her open palm so the boatman would hold up. “Y/N! Would you like to join me?”

She raised her eyebrows. “Really?”

Yue’s nod prompted a shrug as she dropped down carefully into the gondola, taking extra care not to drop her gift, and took a seat next to her friend.

“This is a nice surprise,” Yue smiled as the boatman began to waterbend, effectively moving their gondola through the canal. “But if I might ask, what brought you here so early?”

Y/N laughed, thinking her reason for coming here obvious. “It’s your birthday, princess! What kind of friend would I be if I didn’t come to wish you well in person?”

Her smile grew even brighter, the corners of her eyes creasing up in the way that made some kind of warmth blossom in Y/N’s chest. “Thank you! That’s so sweet — I’m especially honored that you woke up early just for me.”

“Of course.” Y/N brandished the gift she had been doing her best to hide, unable to do the same for her own smile. “And here’s your gift! I sewed it all myself.”

Yue gasped as she took the creation, giving it a slight squeeze and a thorough investigation before absolutely beaming. “You made me an otter penguin— oh, you know how much I love these!”

She wrapped Y/N in a tight hug before pulling away, but it was just long enough for the heat to rush to her cheeks. “Thank you so much, really. You don’t know how much this means to me.”

Y/N beamed at the praise and nodded, shifting a little in her seat. “Oh, it’s nothing. I’m glad you like it so much.”

The two girls grinned at each other then turned their gaze to the horizon, content to spend the rest of the ride together in comfortable silence.

Her friendship with the princess of the Northern Water Tribe was something that Y/N cherished with all her heart. She could confidently say that Princess Yue was her best friend, and she hoped it was a notion that Yue shared. As beautiful as she was kind, the princess always had a way of making her feel better on the hardest days — Yue was the only one who knew the whole truth of what happened in the Fire Nation, and she offered nothing but sympathy.

Y/N honestly didn’t know what she would do without Yue. She had been her rock during the whole process of getting situated in the tribe, always lending a helping hand when she stumbled in class or was completely oblivious to something in their culture, and she never made her feel stupid, or unwanted, or less-than for what she had come from.

The only thing that confused her about Yue was the feeling she got whenever Y/N was around her. The rushes of heat to her cheeks, the warmth blossoming in her chest, and the unusual happiness she felt anytime Yue smiled at her. The most peculiar of it all was the strange tug of jealousy any time a noble boy tried to flirt with the princess, and nothing but disinterest whenever they tried an angle on her instead.

She didn’t know what any of it meant, but she had the sneaking suspicion that it was wrong. So Y/N did the only thing she could and suppressed it.

Soon enough, though much to their chagrin, Y/N had to leave. After some exchanged hugs and one last wish of happy birthday, Y/N took off for her morning healing class. But as she hurried down the icy paths, she caught sight of the most peculiar thing.

A giant flying bison was being led through the canals with a team of waterbenders, three kids that couldn’t be any older than her on its back. One had an arrow on his head and sported orange and yellow robes, while the other two looked to be of Water Tribe descent.

Her interest was irrefutably piqued, but she didn’t have any more time to waste with gawking. So she began to run once again, apologies spilling from her lips as she maneuvered through the groups of people all just as awestruck by the strange arrival as she was. Y/N made a mental note to ask Yue about it later, but for now she was running very late to her healing class.

Sure enough, a few hours later, Y/N was able to get the answers she had been craving. She met up with Yue outside of the palace, and during a short walk, she learned that the boy was the Avatar. He had come to the Northern Water Tribe to master waterbending, and the two kids with him were his companions from the Southern Tribe — much to her excitement, the girl was a waterbender.

Needless to say, Y/N was even more enthusiastic than before, and Yue made her day by confirming that they would be coming to her birthday celebration that night as honored guests. She had already talked to her father about allowing Y/N to sit with her and he had said yes, which meant that she would get to meet him and his friends in person — it just served as a reminder that Y/N had no idea what she would do without Yue.

After what felt like hours of passing the time with lost games of Pai Sho against her grandfather and failed attempts at finishing her homework, it was finally time for the banquet. Once she arrived at the front of the palace she bid goodbye to her grandparents and went to find the seat that Yue had secured for her.

She settled down in the empty spot next to what she assumed was Yue’s — it was her birthday after all, so a dramatic entrance wasn’t out of the question — and nervously glanced at the three visitors, trying to figure out how to introduce herself.

Thankfully, she was saved when the girl met her eyes and waved, offering a friendly smile. “Hi! I’m Katara; this is my brother Sokka, and that’s Aang.” She gestured in their direction with her head when she said their names and they both smiled and gave her polite nods.

She returned the sentiment gratefully. “I’m Y/N— I’m one of Princess Yue’s friends. Welcome to the Northern Water Tribe!”

“Thanks!” Aang said. “We’re here to find a master so Katara and I can master waterbending.”

“Well, you’re in luck. Master Pakku is one of the best there is, and even though he’s a total jerk, he’ll be able to teach you everything you need to know. And Katara, we have some amazing healing teachers— I can bring you along to my class tomorrow if you’re interested!”

Katara’s eyes lit up. “You’re a waterbender too?” When Y/N nodded, her smile grew even bigger, though slightly wistful.

“I’d really appreciate that,” she admitted, though her brows knit together. “But I’d like to learn from Master Pakku as well.”

Y/N frowned, about to correct her, when the distinct sound of drums began to echo throughout the hall. Her displeasure immediately disappeared as she grinned at them all excitedly, gesturing with her head towards the action.

Chief Arnook stood up from his spot and their table, his low voice booming. “Tonight, we celebrate the arrival of our brother and sister from the Southern Tribe. And they have brought with them someone very special, someone whom many of us believed disappeared from the world until now… the Avatar!”

Y/N’s own applause joined a symphony of others clapping and cheering as Aang waved bashfully, and once it died down, Arnook continued. “We also celebrate my daughter’s sixteenth birthday. Princess Yue is now of marrying age!”

She grinned as Yue walked out alongside her attendants — she would never get used to her beauty. Y/N noticed the way that Sokka’s eyes widened as he stared at her, and her stomach twisted at the act for some unknown reason.

“Thank you, Father,” she said. “May the great Ocean and Moon Spirits watch over us during these troubled times!”

Arnook smiled at his daughter and directed his attention back to his people. “Now, Master Pakku and his students will perform!”

She could tell that Katara and Aang were enraptured by the bending, while Sokka’s attention was already on Yue as she walked over to sit between Sokka and Y/N.

“I’m so glad you could make it!” Yue exclaimed, greeting her friend with a short embrace.

Y/N gave her a sideways smile. “If you think that I would miss your birthday and a banquet, then I’m afraid you’re out of practice on Y/N trivia.”

The princess laughed and nodded amiably then turned her attention to Sokka, ever the diplomat.

“Hi there,” he grinned. “Sokka, Southern Water Tribe.”

Yue returned the sentiment and gave him a slight bow. “Very nice to meet you.”

As their conversation went on, Y/N found herself tuning out a bit. For whatever reason, she had to actively stop herself from rolling her eyes at Sokka’s flirting, that same feeling in her stomach coming back. She made a mental note to see a healer about her issues.

“Hey, Y/N!” She snapped out of her self-imposed trance at the sound of Katara calling her name as she gestured for her to come over. It looked like Aang had gotten up to converse with Master Pakku and Chief Arnook, so she took the invitation and switched seats.

“I can’t tell you how nice it is to finally be here,” Katara said once Y/N had settled next to her. “Back home, I’m the only waterbender. Here… it’s like paradise. It almost feels too good to be true. I mean, even seeing you is crazy — I’ve never met a waterbender my age.”

Y/N smiled, though not without a hint of sadness. “I’m sorry that it’s taken so long for you to be able to experience this. How are you the only bender left down there?”

Katara was silent for a moment, a flurry of emotions warring on her face, before she answered. “The Southern Tribe hasn’t fared half as well as the Northern Tribe during the war. We don’t have one big, huge capital like this, we’re all split up into small villages. The Fire Nation has just been relentless with their raids, and without support from the North and a lack of communication between our sister tribes in the South, they were able to wipe us all out. Except for me.”

“Spirits, Katara…” Y/N set an amiable hand on her shoulder and squeezed, hoping that her softened expression could say what her words couldn’t. “My village was invaded when I was young, too. I’m so sorry that you had to go through that.”

She nodded pensively but managed to meet her eyes with an appreciative smile. “Thank you. I’m sorry about your village as well.” Her gaze drifted off, once again taking in the view around them, and when Katara met her eyes again she seemed better. “But we’re here now, and I’m planning to take advantage of everything I can, starting with all this food. Which one of these is your favorite?”

Y/N grinned as Katara pointed at the platter of various dishes in front of them. “Oh, you’ve got to try this. See that giant crab up there? That’s what this is, and you have not lived until you have tried Northern crab.”

Conversation flowed just as easily through the rest of the night between the two girls, occasionally switching to include Sokka and Yue and eventually Aang once he returned. Between the swells of pride whenever they laughed at her jokes, getting to learn about all three of them, and the almost palpable euphoria in the air, Y/N was sure of one thing:

This was the happiest she had felt in a long time. She could only hope it would last.

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Little Dolly Chapter 6~ Yandere Seonghwa

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Pairing(s) – Killer/Yandere Seonghwa x Virgin! Reader

Series warnings – Violence, Daddy kink mentions of murder, TW- beating, swearing, blood, smut and lose of virginity (later on), yandere behaviors, Stockholm syndrome (seriously this is darker than my other fics. If this makes you uncomfortable, please do not read.)

Chapter Warning(s) –Daddy Hwa again, mentions of family troubles, mostly plot for this chapter

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I sat in the office chair again, staring at the door. I went back to working on emails and looking at marketing material. Its already past seven pm. I logged off and walked over to the door. I cracked it just enough to see how she was doing. I see that she is fast asleep in the middle of the floor. She curled into a ball, hugging her knees. I let out some relief and shut the door again. I go to the kitchen and get some food ready for myself. The kitchen was lifeless. Was my life really like this before Y/N was with me. I knew my life was dull but never anything like this.

When I wake up, my body is so much pain that I could hardly move. I whine as I try to turn on my side. I reach out for the bottle of water and sit up slowly, my mouth dryer than the desert. I chug the water until it was empty. I lay the bottle to the side when I hear the door open again. Seeing Hwa with some soup.

“Here, eat this. It’ll help. I also brought some pain killers for you.” He set the try of food down. I nod. He gave me the medicine first then watched me eat. I started to eat slowly waiting for the meds to kick in.

“Do you need help?” For the first time I looked him in the eyes.

“Please daddy,” I say with a little blush on my cheeks. I still wasn’t used to calling him that.

“Alright open up,” he said, scooting closer to me. I open my mouth as he fed me. We stayed in silence for while only hear the spoon clank. When the bowl was empty, Hwa set it down on the floor.

“I’m going to keep you in here for another day to make sure this lesson sticks. I shouldn’t have kicked and hit you as bad as I did but let that be the punishment,” he says. He stands and gets ready to leave. I grab his pants leg.

“No please don’t leave me alone. I’ll be a good girl,” I beg. Even after being in here for half a day, I didn’t like the silence or the loneliness.

“Let go of me little girl,” he growled. A few stray tears fell as I let him go. He turned his back leaving the room, shutting me in again. I wipe away my tears and then lay back down on the floor. Tomorrow can’t get here fast enough.

The next morning, I feel the chain on my ankle loosen. My eyes immediately open to see Hwa. He helps me up and into his room.

“What did we learn?” He sits me on the bed and pulls my shirt up enough to look at the bruises and marks that he left.

“Never to run away from you again.” He smiles and kisses my forehead.

“Good girl. Here lay down in bed for a little while. I’ll be in the office if you need me. Get some rest,” he says leaving the room. He leaves the door open this time. I hear him talking on the phone while I sit on the bed. I decided to get up and hobble to the bathroom. I use the toilet and brush my teeth. Hwa comes back in.

“Are you hungry? I’m thinking about ordering some food,” he asks. I nod and then walk over to him. I lay my head on his chest. I missed him being his normal self and not being angry with me.

“I told you to get some rest. Here lay down until the food gets here,” Hwa says helping me back into bed. I sit in the middle of the king size bed and snuggling a pillow. We haven’t spoken very much other than short sentences and yes and no answers.

“I know but I wanted to brush my teeth before laying down.” Hwa smiled a little and sat on the edge of the bed.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t realize how hard I hit you until I saw your bruises this morning,” he apologized. I chew on my bottom lip. I didn’t actually expect him to tell me he was sorry for what happened.

“It’s alright. I shouldn’t have run away. Even if I did get away with it, I don’t know where I was going or wanted to go. My parents aren’t the greatest people to begin with and the rest of my family aren’t much better.” I hug my knees while speaking.

“Why do you look so down on your parents?” Hwa pulled the rest of his body onto the bed sitting crossed legged.

“When I was growing up, my older brother and sister were twins that could get away with everything. My brother became an actor while my sister became a nurse. There’s several years between them and me, fifteen to be exact. When I was born and up until I was thirteen, I was the baby of the family but once my siblings started getting recognized for what they did you could tell that they were the favorites of my parents. Nothing I did mattered to them. That’s when I left and moved here,” I explain.

“Sounds like a rough time,” he says, patting my leg.

“It wasn’t so bad. My older siblings kinda raised me. My parents were always so busy with their jobs that they weren’t really around much to begin with. My siblings didn’t like that I was moving here in the first place, and they wanted me to stay with them in America. They hated the attention that our parents gave them over me.”

“Why not go back when times got hard? Why not go back home with them?” I scoff.

“I didn’t want to go back home a failure when I didn’t have anything accomplished. I would have never heard the end of it,” I say leaning against the headboard.

“Well, what would they say when we get married,” he asks. Oh, right we are supposed to be getting married.

“They might actually care since you are a CEO of a big marketing company,” I say. He nods in agreement. That’s when the food gets here. He runs to the front door getting the pizza. I stare down at the comforter. I’ve never really told anybody my family history, but he made it so easy to talk about. I hear Hwa coming back in with the pizza on two plates and some drinks. I smile and made room in the bed for him to join me. He then turned on a movie. I snuggled down into the covers and ate.

“Are you comfortable?” I nod and continued eating. He smiled and ate quietly. After eating, I lay my head on Hwa’s shoulder.

“Tired?” I shook my head. I felt okay for the most part besides the pain I sometimes felt. He kissed my head and got up.

“Alright I need to work for a little bit. I want you to stay put. Don’t give me a reason to put you back in the room,” he said, grabbing my cheeks.

“Yes daddy,” I whisper. He kisses me then leaving the room. His office is right next door. I continued to watch the movie and wait for Hwa to get back. I’m bored so I started to loosely braid my hair.

“Are you bored, little dolly,” he asked, leaning against the doorframe of the bedroom.

“A little bit. Usually, I’m always working. I never really had time for hobbies or even to watch tv,” I say. Hwa shakes his head and then brings me my sketch book and a pencil.

“Here, I found this in your bag when I took you that night,” he said. I smiled.

“I thought this was lost forever.” I smile hugging the book to my chest.

“It looked important and its not like you can contact anyone with it.” I nod and open it to the landscape I was working one before I was taken. I loved drawing. I wanted to be an architect when I saved enough money.

“That’s beautiful, Y/N,” Hwa said, sitting on the bed again. I blush.

“Thank you. I never let anyone see my drawings before.” The awkward feeling setting in again. I bit my lip as Hwa watched me.

“Stop biting your lip it’ll be sore.” I blush again. I hear his phone ringing in the office. He groans and runs off to answer it. I’m shading some mountains when he returns.

“Yes mother. We’ll be there tomorrow for dinner. Yes mother. Love you too. Bye.” He hangs up the phone looking defeated.

“Is everything alright?” I put down the book and pencils.

“No. We are going to have dinner with my family tomorrow night. My father wants to meet you,” he says. I took a deep breath.

“Is that good or bad?” Hwa looked at me.

“I haven’t quite figured that out yet but all I know is no matter what he says I’m still marrying you even if we have to go to the courthouse,” he says, pulling me into a hard kiss. No turning back now…

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