#tired after a day of guarding the farm

[happyheidi]

#cute little farm kitty #tired after a day of guarding the farm #cottagecore #nature #naturecore #farmcore #cats #kittens #animals #warmcore #laundry #cozycore #cosycore #grandmacore #cottage aesthetic

[thegnomelord]

Additional idea while my brain still works: cowboy/farm TF141 AU;

Imagine you're a cowboy who raises sheep, like huge fucking flock, then one day you go out and there's just a big ass black bull with white skull markings in your back yard. None of your distant neighbours raise cattle and your workers don't know where he came from, you have half a mind to sell him but he turns out really sweet and a good guard for your sheep so you keep him. You're even more surprised when you're out in the pasture he's following after you like a puppy.

Then other animals start appearing.

Soap's a wild Clydesdale draft stallion you adopt after your old mare dies from old age, you're warned is feral as they come(bit off more than one man's finger), but are amazed when he doesn't even try to kick you when you pass his stall. He bucks you off plenty of times before you get him broken in, then he's just a mild headache when he keeps stealing your cowboy hat(and everything else)

Price is a Tibetan mastiff you adopt from the shelter since you decide you need a guard dog and he's so fucking big and cuddly. And he takes his job seriously, guards your sheep from wild coyotes and other animals but always whines to be let inside.

Gaz nearly gives you a heart attack when you walk out and see a fucking cougar, which your government labeled as a 'bobcat', just sitting on top of your new bull and neither of them give a fuck, you're creeped out when it just lays down like a pet cat and demands pets. You try to shoo it away many times but he just sticks around and you don't know how but you end up with a cougar purring in your lap on the couch.

Graves is still a mangy coyote you mistake for a malnuorished and abused dog. You keep him as a house pet until he's back to health then use him as an additional farm dog, thought you get the impression your other animals don't like him a lot :/

They all enjoy having you around, especially as you're so tired at night you sleep like the dead and they have free reign of your house to be pervs. On hot days you best believe they're watching you do mundane shit without a shirt on or Soap purposely splashes you with water so you need to take your shirt off.

Then you wake up one night to find Johnny and Gaz raiding your fridge...

#gnome's tea break #cod mw2 #x reader #male reader #trinkets from the hoard #captain john price #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #kyle gaz garrick #phillip graves #cod x male reader

[cazzyf1]

Some James Hunt lore ✨️

Because man needs to be appreciated

Warning, potential nsfw and other triggering topics under the cut

James Hunt brought a v*brator to a Mclaren mechanic asking if he could fix it.

James Hunt supporting black-led groups in South Africa when trying to gain their independence. He didn't want to commentate the South African GP because of what was happening but the BBC forced him to. So he purposely revealed during the race that him and Murry Walker were not actually in South Africa commentating (which was not known to the public at the time). He also donated all the money he got from commentating the South African GP to charities to support the apartheid's even though at the time he was struggling for money

James Hunt learnt to play the trumpet at school and was rather good at it. He got to play at the Royal Albert Hall and everyone was suprised when he played well and got invited back to perform at another show.

At school he made his younger brother a pair of pj trousers and his brother proudly wore them around. James loved his younger siblings dearly.

James studied the female anatomy to understand and help his girlfriend at the time who kept having miscarriages.

Niki had to convince German guards not to arrest James when he tried breaking back into the track after a night out.

James having to convince airport customs to let him bring a playboy magazine through because it had an interview piece with him in.

James would throw up before races and Niki sometimes would piss beside him.

After retiring from F1 James brought a farm however he couldn't kill any of the animals so it fell through. His son, Freddie, now owns a sustainable farm in Scotland.

James loved the game backgammon and made everyone play it with him.

James sent Niki a telegram after his crash trying to motivate him to get better. Niki called James up on his birthday from hospital and they chatted for hours.

James owned a nightclub called 'Oscars' named after his dog.

James Hunt slept with a journalist then got upset when she rated him in a newspaper article.

James seized the PA system from a flight attendant and gave his own version of the welcoming address as they landed. Later on he appeared sitting on luggage riding the carousel.

One day during practise James felt tired and halfway through he pulled the car over and fell asleep. Niki who was sitting out watching James practise panicked when James didn't return and jumped on an ambulance that rushed around to find James, only to find him asleep in his car.

James went to therapy and concluded that he struggled with emotional intimacy with women likely down to the lack of emotional availability in his childhood.

Once, while being interviewed, James pointed to his hotel room and him and the interviewer watched as a woman broke into his hotel room.

James was happy when Suzy left him for Richard Burton as he felt responsible for her even though their relationship had fallen apart.

James was given a toy monkey after winning the championship and carried it everywhere.

He would refuse to wear suits to formal events, preferring to wear jeans and no shoes.

In his early days he tried to enter a mini car he had made with missing doors and a garden chair in the passenger seat.

Once James was stuck in the back of a car in traffic and he needed to go to the toilet. His then girlfriend suggested he piss out the window as the car tried to rush past all the traffic but as it was so cold his c*ck wouldn't work so he was just accidentally flashing everyone as the car rushed by.

After winning the world championship, Britian hosted a 'James Hunt' day. Niki went along to wave a flag for one of the races.

One of the first times James Hunt and Murry Walker worked together, James leg was in a cast, and he sat down and put his leg on Murray's lap which really annoyed Murray. He also drank two bottles of rose wine during that commentary session.

James was utterly dedicated to his dog Oscar to the point that they were inseparable.

James said that what brought him pleasure in the bedroom is the woman feeling pleasure and that he liked a woman who knew what she wanted and told him

He became very depressed and would call the bad days his 'dippers'

He struggled with a lot of addictions but got sober for his sons

#i've become number one james hunt fan on discord so might as well share some reasons why #james hunt will forever be that icon #so much more than that playboy image #james hunt #classic f1 #f1 #formula one #formula 1

[ghouljams]

I’m tired and thinking of more Historal Fae au. Liebling expanding her farm further outwards to plant newer crops, holding her machete close as she clears away vines and branches, feeling the eyes of a predator on her the whole time. And Love staying up late at night, bone tired but needing to get the finishing touches done for this dye order. The money’s enough to feed her and Liebling for weeks. So strung up on it that she can’t even feel Ghost’s fingers running up and down the spine of her spine, breathing heavily in her ear like a demon.

Hmmmm, and Carpenter!Crybaby. She gets so many commissions for her beautifully crafted chairs and tables. Even nobles wish to purchase her sets. But sometimes she loses steam, tears in her eyes as she vents her sorrows to the newcomer in town. She doesn’t know why she does it. His eyes a little too sharp, his smile too wide, just watching her as she cries and giving her words of sympathy. She goes home and suddenly she’s right back to work the next day like nothing happened, just making her pretty furniture again. She thinks the newcomer ordered a set, what did he want again? She couldn’t remember…

- ☀️

OOOOH Yes babe, yes yea yes.

Love spins her yarn and checks her dye baths, measuring and re-measuring dyes. Every order has to be perfect, her work never compromised no matter how tired she is. She pulls a lump of yarn from a pot and checks the depth of color before returning it to the liquid. Her skin is warm, her mind fuzzy around the edges, phantom fingers trail over her arms and down her back. The shadows lick at her fingers when they rest against the edge of the candle's flickering glow. Ghost watches her, a specter behind her back, just at the edge of her sleepy perception. He presses his lips against her ear and she shivers, tips her head to get away from the cold, baring her neck for him. Ghost's teeth itch, his mouth waters, he's never had such a meal laid out for him, and yet something stops him from biting. Maybe it's the soft scent of herbs that clings to her skin, maybe it's the way that same skin feels under his fingers. So full of life and warmth. He wants to keep her like this as long as he can.

Liebling keeps pushing her farm further into the forest. She's never been scared of the fae folk that dwell there, besides this part of the woods is uninhabited by the fae. It's old, deserted, she assumes. Her eyes scan the trees, the dense foliage that covers the ground, if there was intelligent life she'd see it. It's the only gift she's ever been given, and one she keeps closely guarded. If the village knew she was a seer she'd be driven out of it. König watches his clever little farmer clear stone and sow her seeds from the dark crevices of the forest. He can smell the magic sewn into her blood, can feel the pressure of her gaze, she looks soft but he's heard the barbs on her tongue. Just one taste and he'd be satisfied that she was ordinary, just one quick grab of his claws and she'd be his. She holds her knife tightly, never lowers her guard. She may not see him, but she can feel him, and he's getting closer.

Crybaby finds her inspiration comes in waves, never fleeting, but a steady ebb and flow. She makes her craft, and by the time it's ready to sell she's ready for a break. She enjoys spending the coin it earns her, almost as much as she enjoys avoiding the attention she gains from her talents. It's not wise to be talented, not in fae country. She's always been a little more superstitious than most, and yet somehow that caution doesn't extend to the handsome stranger that sits down next to her at the bar. His hands are warm where they touch her, his eyes sparking like flames, he smiles with too many teeth and though that startles recognition in her mind it doesn't stick. She feels hollow after putting in so much work to make her wares, and perhaps she has too much to drink to end up crying on a stranger's shoulder. It doesn't matter when she wakes up the next day and feels like her well has been filled again. It's easy to ignore the silver that strikes across her throat, the threads that wrap like a collar around her neck, invisible expect when the water glitters just right. A patron of the arts, he'd called himself at the bar. Soap, he'd told you in hushed whispers when he'd taken you home.

#cod x reader #x reader #simon ghost riley #x oc #cod x oc #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x reader #1fae1 #ghost mw2 #☀️ anon #könig #könig x reader #König x oc #könig cod #könig mw2 #fae!König #fae!ghost #simon ghost riley x oc #john soap mactavish x reader #john mactavish x reader #john soap mactavish #john mactavish x oc #soap mactavish #soap x oc #soap x reader #f!reader #f!oc #oc: love #oc: liebling #oc: crybaby

[nor-4]

Hiii I wanted to ask if you could do a metalhead fem x mike schmidt in a relationship but she is really sweet and mike didn't expert that when they started dating (sorry if there are any spelling errors english isn't my first language)

Hii so about this i might put my favorite band but you guys will probably hate it sorry o/(╥ᆺ╥)\o anyways this is time skipped after the pizzeria thing so mike has better life here!

Pairings - Mike Schmidt ft. Metalhead!Reader

Abby clings to you as you are with her on the field trip to family day farm as both you are picking fruits. "Can i go to my friends over there?" abby asked as she looked up to you as you nodded on agreement telling her to be careful.

As on the background there are fathers who are with their kid talking on the background, "Yeah i heard that's only her sister." That one creepy dad said as his friends agreed with his delusion.

"Careful she might bite" The other one said as they laugh out loud making you look at them as if you will bite them as they stopped laughing.

Mike gave his nod on the lady guard as he knows her for a bit long time from constantly dropping abby off the school. As he easily saw you as he sneakily walked on your back, "Hey miss can you name five type o negative songs?" mike asked as you turned around sassily facing him as he chuckled sitting down beside you.

"i bought you your favorite flowers darling. I'm sorry i was late." He excused as he kissed you on your head before sitting down, "It's fine i know you're a busy man now." you smiled at him.

"Yeah she's a really cool woman. I sometimes call her mom cause she is cool." abby show off said as she was playing with the toys you bought her just yesterday because it's shopping day, "Really? I wish i had someone like her!" her friends bickered as they look at her mom gagging over the thought of her white boring mom.

"Darling it's already time to eat." You said as they were surprised seeing you beside them as abby took your hands walking happily with you, "I'm so inlove with her.." one of abby's friend said kicking over his feets.

"Hey abs did you enjoy playing today?" Mike asked as abby sat between you and mike, "Yeah even though it didn't start yet, can you please help us pick fruits?" abby asked as she is starting to chug down the food that mike had just bought as you hold her back.

"Hmm yeah sure why not??" Mike said as both of you enjoyed the day taking abby on a family day like her own parents.

It was already time to go home as expected abby became a little bit sassy as she was already tired and sleepy so you hugged her on the back seat so she will have a support as mike played a song of one of the bands you like same goes abby's.

Abby is really new to your taste in music and she was really amazed, after hearing all your favorite songs it surprisingly calms her down on this kind of episodes. So mike bought cd music's so abby can play music on her own for sometimes.

#five nights at freddy's #fnaf #mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt #fnaf movie #mike afton #mike schmidt x you #josh hutcherson x reader #mike afton x reader #josh hutcherson x you #josh hutcherson

[quinnchee]

Inspired by @lovelyrie this here

Genshin sagau imposter au

They/them pronouns used

Not proof read yet 😐

—

The creators return to teyvat was a great one, clouds had parted for the dearest creator, but unbeknownst to them there were two, one was the true creator one that would make teyvat flourish under their care, one that harbours the golden blood said to glow even in the darkest of night. And the other, possibly a god in another universe but in this world they would only bring despair.

You and your twin don’t have the best relationship, yes you two argued like siblings but it was more extreme way more extreme. The last straw was when you had come home from one of the most tiring day work piled up on your desk with no clear end, wanting to do nothing but log onto Genshin do some commissions and admire your beloved characters. But your tranquility was interrupted by your “dearest” twin, barging into your safe space spewing profanities and accusations of something you don’t even remember doing. They made their way towards you grabbing your phone, in return you try to rip it back resulting a tug of war with your phone as the prize, in a last resort you kicked the other, both of you falling backwards, but instead of falling into the plush bed you fell into damp grass, your twin not to far in front of you.

From that point on your world started to fall apart by the seams. You both immediately recognize the world of teyvat, while you were in shock your twin ran while you stay there stunned. Then the next thing you know your being chased guards claiming you to be an imposter, and your twin leading the horde.

Days of running with no rest took a toll on your body, confusion and rage still plaguing your mind. At some point you had found out along the way that you were the real creator hard to swallow huh? The day you had been backed off a cliff in liyue was the day teyvat had brought fourth a plethora of vines carrying you away from the millelith, brining you herbs to help with your wounds leaking gold. This was the day you snapped.

You wanted revenge— you wanted to see them drown in their own blood.

Not even your most favourite characters would’ve recognized you, fury bubbled inside, all those hours of farming and praying for the best materials for your favourites and yet now that you have descended, they couldn’t even tell the difference between an imposter sitting on the throne while teyvat withers and you the divine creator that teyvat would so desperately try to protect. You’ll use this protection to its fullest you’d use anything at your disposal to see your twin tremble under your power.

-

Days- weeks, months? You had no idea how long it was since you were brought to this wretched world. Your days now filled with a constant game of cat and mouse along with lots training. You had no time to sit idly, the days where you would login and gush over your favourites were over and soon you’ll be seeing those people fall to their knees begging for forgiveness.

You wouldn’t give it to them. Never.

The day was here, the creators birthday, your birthday. You stepped foot back to the place you first descended where your twin would be sitting leisurely, on your throne being worshiped with the strongest at their beck and call. Passing the front gates many smaller worshipers stood ready to defend their creator, they yelled, cursed at you

“stand back imposter!”

“How dare you step foot in this sacred area!”

“You dare show up after stealing our creators face!?”

The crude comments never stopped, but that wouldn’t stop you beating every man and woman down getting closer to the heart of it all where the most recognizable people and your so called favourites stand near your twins throne along with many others you once admired.

“One more step and well blast you head off”

God, you getting tired of these meaningless insults, your head tips to the side in a bored response to the threats they hollered at you. Your eye twitched before you stomp closer, voice emitting nothing but power over them.

“Enough of your chattering, kneel before me or fall by hands.”

Clattering and gasping erupted while you walked passed the kneeling acolytes. Oh how you smiled at them with such malice, eyes crinkled. This is what you wanted to see, the fear in their eyes while you make your way up to your sibling. You stand over their cowering figure, grinning

“ w-what are you doing here? Do you know what I’ll do to you?” Your smile widens “what you can do is nothing oh dear creator” your sibling gasps before shoving you back a step they stumble away from you “i AM the creator and teyvat obeys ME I can easily kill you” they said

At this point you’ve had enough, you didn’t want to wait anymore “you the creator huh, their creator,” you run your hand over the blade smearing the golden blood on your sisters shirt. “but I am teyvats creator and teyvat will never obey an imposter like you” you throw your sister off the pedestal where the throne resides before sitting down yourself. This is what you wanted— what your months of training, months of agony was for and now, here you are watching as “your” acolytes beg for forgiveness fear and guilt in their eyes, and yet you only laugh.

“You never showed me any mercy no matter how much I begged..”

“So why should I?”

—

I decided to add a little something else to lovelyries idea I hope that’s ok. Please let me know if you want me to take this down.

But I’d imagine that every person who plays genshin has their own world that would call them creator hence why I said “possibly a god in another universe”

Also since the playable characters already accepted the imposter as their creator I continued to bring that up as reader has also accepted that these weren’t their worshipers anymore but people who tortured reader. Teyvat on the other hand had knows who the real creator was and protected them.

#♥︎stories #genshin impact #genshin x reader #x reader #genshin impact x reader #sagau #sagau x reader #genshin angst #genshin impact sagau #genshin sagau #sagau ayato #sagau diluc #sagau kaeya #sagau zhongli #sagau kazuha #the rest of the characters I don’t want to tag #zhongli x reader #diluc x reader #i don’t want to tag this anymore :T #genshin sagau x reader

[corporatefrog]

╭₊˚ ๑︰Tegridy for the Soul

✧.* featuring: yn asking stan to take them to Tegridy Farms for some fresh herbs

✧.* tags: college au, drugs (weed) ✧.* Characters: stan marsh

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Come on, come on, come on. Gotta catch him before he’s gone. 

Bursting through the doors of Garrison University, I didn’t slow as I rushed down the stairs and into the parking lot. I came to an abrupt stop on the curb, my upper body jolting backward when my legs didn’t move forward. My eyes scanned the parking lot for any sign of the beat up pick up truck with a discolored door and rusted bumper. Once it entered my gaze, my eyes widened. 

Bingo. 

My legs sprung into action, feet slapping the pavement as I sprinted towards the truck. I jumped forward as a car blazed past me towards the exit. I shouted an apology over my shoulder before turning back to the target. 

“Stan! Wait up!” I shouted, waving my hands in the air for him to see. 

I’d been trying to track down Stan Marsh for the past two weeks. We had a class together on Tuesday and Thursdays but by the time I finished packing my things away, he was gone. He’d told me that he drove home after class on those days to have dinner with his family, which is exactly where I needed to be. 

I slowed to a stop beside Stan’s truck, placing a hand on the side as I caught my breath, “Stan…are you…going home?” I said between gasps of air. Stan looked down at me with a raised eyebrow, sharing a look with his sister who stood on the other side of the truck. 

“Yeah. I usually go home after this class.” He said.

Perfect. Operation tegridy is a go. 

After catching my breath, I straightened up and faced Stan. Shelley stared at us from the opposite side of the truck bed, tapping her fingers on the metal with a bored look on her face. Shelley had always been someone who scared me. She just seemed so intimidating whenever I hung out with the guys or passed her on campus. 

I held up a hand to guard my mouth from her, “I have a secret favor to ask” I whispered to stan. Stan didn’t reciprocate the gesture. 

“What do you want.” He asked, leaning onto the side of the truck as he spoke. 

“Well,” I started, still covering my mouth, “I was hoping that maybe, possibly, I could hypothetically-” Stan cut me off with a sigh. 

“Dude, just say it.” He rubbed a hand over his face, trying to force the sleepiness out of his eyes. I frowned, dropping the hand. 

“I was just trying to lead with care but whatever. I was wondering if I could come with you to your house today?” I asked. A snort from Shelley drew my attention to the other side of the car. She was staring down at her phone but a quick glance up showed that she was definitely eavesdropping on this whole conversation. 

Stan was no as sarcastically amused. In fact, he didn’t seem impressed by my kind request whatsoever. 

“Why do you want to come to my family dinner.” He asked, arms crossing over his chest. 

Fuck, I didn’t think I’d get this far. 

I scrambled to find a response, mentally flipping through all the excuses I’ve used to get in or out of situations before. 

“Because we’re best friends?” My voice lifted at the end as if it were a question. To balance the uncertainty in my voice, I put on my best “please do this for me” smile and hoped for the best. 

“You told me yesterday that Butters was you ‘bestest friend forever’ and that you’re getting matching tattoos.” Stan retorted. 

I FORGOT I SAID THAT! IMPROVISE! IMPROVISE!

“I just said that so he wouldn’t feel bad.” I said, clasping my hands at my chest, “You know how sensitive he is.” I turned my head to gesture towards Butters who was sitting at the bus stop with a granola bar and iced coffee in hand. He noticed my gaze and shook the granola bar hand in the air. 

“Hey, yn!” He shouted across the parking lot. 

I returned the wave and greeted him with a smile, immediately turning back to Stan, “See, I can't break that little guy’s heart.”

“Can we just cut to the chase, I’m tired and hungry.” Shelley complained, thumping a fist on the truck, “They want weed, Stan.” She grabbed her back and flung open the passenger door, lifting herself in and closing the door with a slam. 

Well there goes that plan. 

“Yeah, I want weed.” I quickly agreed, growing tired of my own persuasion. Maybe all I had to do was ask

Stan’s expression soured as he shifted his shoulder to face me.

“Are you fucking serious right now. You know how I feel about my dad growing that shit.” He said. 

We need to save this. Plan B GO!

I began to talk quickly, moving my hands for emphasis as I spoke, “I’m not saying I support your dad. I’m not saying your dad is a good guy. If he were to walk into a room, I would find the closest exit through which to leave the room.” I paused, hands frozen in the outline of my fake room, “That doesn’t mean I don’t want to try the weed though.” 

Stan and I stood there for a moment, sizing each other up. Me gauging how much Stan dislikes his father and him gauging how long I’ll bug him until I can get that tegridy special. Stan looked around the parking lot slowly, eyes moving but not looking at anything in particular, just moving as he thought.

Stan broke the silence as he stared at the statue of Dean Garrison,  “Will you say all of that to his face.” He asked, giving me a sideways glance. 

And we’re in. 

“Oh absolutely.” I said, forcing my face to remain serious despite the mental celebration happening inside of my head, “I’d probably be a bit more brutal. Just to see if I can permanently damage his psyche a little bit.” 

With a deep breath and a muttered phrase I couldn’t understand, Stan pushed off the side of the truck and faced me. 

“You can come with me on one condition,” He held up a finger, “You need to ruin him.” 

I nodded so fast I thought my head would fly off, “Of course. Consider it done.” 

“The more brutal you are, the more weed you get.” Stan said, turning around and opening the driver’s seat. 

“You’ve got backseat, dinner’s at 6.” He said over his shoulder before shutting the door. 

The smile I’d been holding back cracked through my face, splitting into a wide grin. My body began to move in an awkward celebration dance with just a little bit too much elbow. 

And THAT ladies and gents, is how you score some weed from you friend’s asshole father. I should do that more often-

“Are you coming or not?” Stan called from the driver’s side window, black hair pointing towards the ground as he leaned his head out. 

“NO, NO I’m coming!” I responded, practically throwing myself into the back seat and pulling the seat belt over my chest. 

Stan started the car, backing out of the spot before shifting into drive and beginning out journey to Tegridy Farms. Pulling out my phone, I sent a quick text to Craig, asking him for his opinions on Eric Cartman.

Randy Marsh has no idea that I’m about to ruin his god damn life. 

I am going to get so much free weed out of this.

#okay I had so much fun writing this #mainly because i've been thinking about that weed for a month #corporatefrog #south park #south park x reader #stan sp #stan marsh

[girls4camilla]

boyfriend lance hcs bc i am definitely so so normal about him and haven’t been rotating him in my brain for a week. send me more stuff to write abt. if u want. it can be about lance or any other sve or vanilla characters. i've also played ridgeside.

nsfw under the cut, so mdni !! the filthy stuff is written with a fem reader in mind, but is mostly gender neutral.

♡ this man is a romantic.

♡ he doesn't care if he gets teased by his fellow guild members, marlon, camilla, or the fucking governor ok he doesn't care.

♡ he isn't afraid or hesitant to show you affection in public or talk about you to anyone who asks.

♡ minimal pda in public of course, he doesn't wanna act too crazy in front of his friends and colleagues. for their sakes.

♡ he's not a fan of most modern day technology so he writes you letters when he knows he'll be away from the valley for a few days for first slash business.

♡ he brings you gems and artifacts from castle village merchants if he sees anything that catches his eye.

♡ if you like wearing jewelry, he keeps his eyes open for pieces he'd think you like.

♡ he puts them on you himself, of course. and never skips out on telling you how pretty you look.

♡ his training in combat has made him very observant. he notices almost everything.

♡ got your hair done recently? oh he's definitely the first to compliment you if possible. trying a different style of makeup (if you wear it)? he'll try not to mess it up with his kisses, but expect him to spend 3 minutes telling you how stunning you look.

♡ doesn't use many petnames, but "darling", "my love", and "beautiful" are his favorites.

♡ he loves when you call him petnames too. as suave and confident as he is, his stomach flutters when you greet him with a petname.

♡ he's more reserved than others with his reactions and facial expressions, but anyone can see his entire face light up when you visit while he's on patrol duty.

♡ loves to hear about what's going on with your life lately. no matter how mundane things have been that week he's looking at you and listening intently.

♡ he does worry about you though. he knows you can handle yourself out there, but he can't help it. any time you tell him about your close calls in the mines, caverns, badlands, etc. his breath hitches and his hand reaches out to touch yours.

♡ he doesn't outwardly express much of his worries though. he's confident in your abilities and knows how strong you are. he's often asks you or others about your achievements regarding your adventures and he's so so proud of you.

♡ he cups your cheeks and kisses every inch of your face while showering you in compliments. and definitely throws in a "be careful out there" or "always stay on guard" amongst all the praise. he doesn't want anything to happen to you.

NSFW !!

♡ he's a slut, your honor.

♡ no but seriously. you don't know whether he's incredibly experienced or just naturally skilled.

♡ with his fingers especially. whew.

♡ very passionate. always wants you to be enjoying whatever it is he's doing to you. makes sure to ask if you're comfortable.

♡ loves fucking you at your farm or the highlands. just anywhere where he can get you to be as loud as possible without a noise complaint.

♡ has a degree in pussy eating. don't ask me to explain rn. if i did this post would be a novel.

♡ just know that he loves being between your legs. can't get enough of it. eats you like a man starved every single time.

♡ when time allows for it, he'll make you come at least 3 times. 🤭

♡ with his fingers, his mouth, and then his- [TRAIN PASSES]

♡ always wants you to come before he does.

♡ looking at your face when you come gets him every time. sometimes he has to pause after seeing your expression because he doesn't wanna come too early.

♡ aftercare is a must. he doesn't skip caring for you even if he's tired.

♡ he'll fetch you some water, grab a clean towel and/or set up a bath for you, get you some fresh clothes, etc.

♡ a big fan of cuddling, no matter how sweaty you both are afterwards. he doesn't care.

#don't look at me rn. #u lance enjoyers have been so freaky lately #me too tho #i have many more thoughts BUT #this will do for one post LMAO #i love lance sm #stardew valley #sdv #stardew valley expanded #sve #sve lance #bunny's hcs

[bellamyblake]

Part 41 of the single!dad Bellamy fic is posted! Here are the people who asked to be tagged (if you want to be removed please let me know): @pendragaryen, @takamurasposts, @star-sky-earth, @blakecholls, @theturquoiseoillady, @sarcasticcommentsetc, @peggysousfan, @whiteoleander, @chickens474; (I unfortunately can’t tag everyone as some new Tumblr rule forbids me to do so! Sorry!)

(moodboard by @star-sky-earth​​​​):

“Who is it?” he asks feeling Gus tremble in his arms and whimper a little. Poor kid was terrified of anyone coming to their door who wasn’t his grandma or any of his friends from school.

“Bellamy, it’s Harper!” he hears his friend’s voice and exhales a little, bowing his head down for a second “Please, open up!” 

“It’s okay, kid.” he whispers in Gus’ ear as he rubs his back up and down with his big hand “Just Jordan’s mom, it’s fine.” the boy doesn’t relax until Bellamy pulls the door open and he carefully peaks at it, finding indeed, his friend’s mom there, looking up at Bellamy with the most worried expression on her face. 

“Hey, Harper, what’s going on?” their friend looked flustered, hands shaky and eyes wide with fear.

“Is Clarke home?” she looked around but Bellamy was too broad for her to actually glance in the room “Can I come in?”

“Of course, sorry, we were just having dinner.” he apologizes as he moves away and lets her in, Clarke was already up on her feet and rushing to them.

“What’s up? Are you okay?” Clarke asked right away as Harper reaches for her with trembling hands that Clarke takes in and squeezes hard “Is it Jordan? Does his hand hurt?”

“We uh...we need your help.” she says and only now does Bellamy notice that some of her shirt sleeve was painted with a deep dark red. Someone had been bleeding. Bellamy looks at Aurora and motions for her to come and pick Gus up which she does and the kid surprisingly pulls away without much fuss, probably being too scared of even finding Harper at the door, knowing something is wrong without having to hear everything. He still clenches his arms around Bellamy but he whispers in his ears that he has to go with grandma for a moment and he’s thankfully too tired and sleepy after eating to fight him. “Our neighbor, mister Lemkin, he was involved in fixing the engine the other day, he’s one of the few mechanics from Farm.” she explains and Bellamy nods, he thinks he’s heard the name and if he’s right it was a man a little older than with bright red hair and kind eyes.

“Doesn’t he have a girl?”

“Yes, Reese...she’s a little older than Jordan and Gus.” Harper explains frantically.

“What’s wrong with him?”

“He hurt his leg while you guys were trying to fix the engine, more like...his foot really, he got it stuck inbetween some metal while they were putting back the parts together so he got a bad cut and I think some of it is broken too.” she blurts out and Clarke nods seriously “I didn’t know who else to ask for help. The nurses’ station doesn’t work this late and I have no way of getting him there anyway. Reese has been staying with us most of the time but she’s worried and doesn’t know how to help her dad.”

“Okay, I’ll come with you.” Clarke jumps in action right away, making Bellamy’s heart go crazy “I have bandages but we’ll need moonshine.”

“I have two bottles at home as well as cotton swabs and some of the Factory miracle rub if it’ll help with anything.”

“Clarke-” Bellamy tries intervening, this was happening too fast “Wait a second here-” Harper looks at him confused and Clarke sends daggers his way like she did only when she was very angry “You can’t just...you can’t just go there, you have no ID, just papers.”

“I’ll be fine.”

“No, you won’t be. If someone catches you practicing medicine when you’re clearly forbidden from doing so, you’ll be floated!” he raises his voice a little and takes her hand, squeezing it tightly, trying to prove a point.”And if a guard stops you, they can lock you up for not having a clearly defined citizenship and keep you there for weeks just out of spite!”

“Bellamy-”

“It’s dangerous!”

“I know it is, but I won’t leave this man out there to die when I can help him!” she keeps her eyes on him determined “We talked about this once.”

“Yes, we did and I disagreed!”

“And I told you you don’t have the right to when you clearly risk your life for us all without even letting me know what you’re doing!” Clarke raises her voice making his jaw drop a little before he painfully clenches it again and bites back his words so as not to completely blow up in front of their friend and Gus who was talking quietly to his grandma behind their backs, probably worried as hell already.

“Okay, I’m sorry, I don’t want you to argue because of me I just-” Harper adds but Clarke raises her hand.

“No, don’t be. I am coming and Bellamy can’t stop me.” she insists and he huffs frustrated but squeezes her wrist a little harder, trying to make an emphasis.

“Clarke-”

“You won’t win this one, Bellamy.” she cuts him off “I-”

“Will you let me speak?” he cuts her off surprising her with the softness and defeat in his voice “I won’t fight you.” he relents “We’ll go help them but I’m coming with you.” she opens her mouth to disagree but he shakes his head “If you get stopped, I can intervene, I can help, okay?” her shoulders sag.

“Okay.” in truth she didn’t want him to come, not with the way he was barely walking after work or with how he was still coughing-he needed the rest, she knew it but there was no changing his mind just like there was nothing to be done about her decision to go to Farm. 

“Grab your things and let’s go.” he nods at her but avoids Harper’s look. He understood why she was doing this, she only ever wanted to help and she must’ve been trying for a while considering she shadowed Clarke and helped her before when she and Jackson were working the clinic in Factory. 

While Clarke gets ready, he goes to his mom and Gus and explains the kid what’s happening. He seems to understand that they’re going to help but he’s still a little scared. Bellamy promises they won’t be long and Gus wraps his arms tightly around his dad letting him hold him for a moment before they separate. Aurora tells them to be carefully as she sends them off the door, clearly worried about the whole thing as much as Bellamy was which warmed Clarke’s heart but she knew she had to focus on the task at hand.

Bellamy walked side by side with them at first but then went ahead to scout the hallways for guards and wheather or not they could present a treat. He had his crutch on because Aurora had basically shoved it in his hand before he left and though he had tried to protest about it, Clarke could see he leaned heavily into it as he made his way forward. 

Harper held Clarke’s hand as she too remained alert while explaining everything she knew about mister Lemkin and his condition but also added that Monty himself got a bad cut at work today that she’d like Clarke to check if she could and Jordan’s wrist was healing but the frostbite on his fingers and face worried her a little.

“Don’t worry, we’ll figure it out, I promise.” Clarke assured her and Bellamy heard it too because he threw his head back and she could see the anger in his eyes. Their argument was far from over and she was well-aware that once they came back home, Bellamy would raise the issue of her risking her life again.

There was no official border patrol between Factory and Farm as of lately despite guards lingering by the gates and stopping people at random to ask them where they were going and why. Too many people had families in both stations and the line of those crossing was quite big. After the bombings the control had tightened but now things were back to being somewhat a little looser when it came to the migration of people in those three stations. Still, Bellamy knew that if he didn’t swipe his card on his hallway machine before ten am, they’d come looking for him, possibly Clarke too and escort them out of Farm.

People had to be back to their own homes by curfew-if they weren’t they could be locked up and questioned for a few days, probably punished by taking ration points from them but that wasn’t something Bellamy ever wanted to happen, most of all because he was scared for Clarke. 

When they approached Farm station’s main entrance that was marked by a sign on the door painted green and some plants, mostly wheat and algae drawn on the side, one of the guards measured them with a look before they even got there and Bellamy tensed. 

He waited the girls up and when Clarke was by his side he took her hand and squeezed it hard.

“Play along and don’t talk-” he whispers in her ear “He’ll figure out your Alpha accent and catch us, okay?” Clarke nodded but kept her determined look staring ahead at the guard who was about their age. Harper sensed the tension but instead of panicking, she simply smiled when the guard stood their way.

“IDs please.” his voice was very child-like and he tried to look tough but it seemed as if he hated stopping them-it wasn’t annoyance per se but he didn’t hold the enjoyment or grudge more guards did when they stopped Factory and Farm folks for a random check up.

Bellamy steps before Clarke and passes his ID over.

“Me and my wife are just visitng our friend from Farm here.” he explains and Harper hands over hers too which he waves off when he sees it’s from the station they’re crossing to. Clarke tenses next to him and he isn’t sure if it’s because of their fake marriage or the guard himself and the rifle hanging on his left side. 

He scans Bellamy’s ID but his eyes trail on Clarke for a moment.

“And yours, ma’am?” he prods as he returns Bellamy’s card and raises an eyebrow in quiet suspicion.

Bellamy could feel the sweat trailing down his back but he steps closer before her.

“She forgot it at home actually, it was my bad, I kind of rushed her.” he says and the guard opens up his mouth to say something but Bellamy reaches for his inner pocket and pulls out his red Level 11 pass card handing it over to the guard who’s mouth hangs a little upon seeing it. Surely Bellamy with his cane and his old uniform, his ruffled hair and his tired eyes didn’t seem like a top mechanic working on a secret level but the pass was there-with his name and picture and nobody could dispute it or call it fake.

“You can surely make an excuse for a silly man like me who got his wife in trouble, right?” at the sight of the card the guard tenses, he looks back at Bellamy and the girls, doesn’t even scan it and quickly pushes it back to Bellamy’s hand.

“Go ahead.” he gestures for the entrance “But don’t let it happen again, okay?” Bellamy nods with the most fake apologetic look he can muster “And don’t wave that off around anywhere or you may get suspended, mechanic.” he warns.

“I’m sorry, guardsman, I just-” the men waves them off and lets them through.

“Come on, get out of here.” he urges them as if Bellamy was suddenly carrying some diesase he could contract him with just for working at level 11. Bellamy didn’t miss the way he uttered the words “Factory scum” as they passed by and he has to squeeze his eyes shut not to react as he leaned heavily on his cane. 

He feels Clarke’s hand sneak between his fingers and squeeze them tightly but she waits until they’re out of the guard’s earshot to give him a look and whisper.

“Thank you.” she knew how much that cost him, she knew that the psychological strain of putting himself between her and the guard was devastating and would probably give him nightmares tonight. He already shook hard, just after a minute-long interraction and it was understandable-he has been beaten by the wolves as they called them so many times he was marked for life.

When they passed away, long enough to be out of earshot, Bellamy stopped and leaned on the wall, closing his eyes briefly and letting Clarke and Harper pass by him. On the outside it’d look like he was just taking a second to relax his leg, since they’ve been walking pretty fast, trying to get to Farm as quickly as possible, but Clarke knew this was something else.

She gave Harper a look and whispered for her to go on, that she’ll need a second before she returned back to Bellamy.

“Hey-” she calls out to him but he doesn’t open his eyes right away, instead he just shakes his head a little and she notices the way his breathing is too fast and shallow, like when he was panicking. His hands shook and the one gripping the crutch was treatening to actually drop it, so she reached out and stedied him.

When he couldn’t stand on his own, she’d be there to help him. She wouldn’t let him fall. Just like he wouldn’t let her get blown up by that bomb-after all, she was the reason he was here in the first place...she was the reason that he would never be the same man again.

“Bellamy, look at me.” she commands as she picks up his chin and forces him to look at her. 

He does and for a moment she almost wishes he hadn’t-there was so much pain in his eyes, so much fear and anxiety that she feels like something kicked her in the stomach and made her fall on the ground herself.

She even feels herseslf physically sway and he notices it, because he reaches with his other, free hand for hers and grips it tightly making her heart skip a few beats-that was her Bellamy, he’d always put everyone else before him even when he was barely breathing. 

Clarke quickly gets a grip of herself though and shakes all her bad thoughts away, forcing herself to be strong for him. God, they were both so fucked up sometimes it was unreal how that many things happened to them and him most of all in such a short span of just a few months and they were still standing.

“You’re okay.” she tells him but he’s too stunned and scared to say something back-she could see something else was plaguing him, something he hasn’t talked to her about, something he hasn’t shared. Maybe it had to do with that pass he waved at the guard...but no, he had met with other guards before and he had held his ground-something made him scared this time...something shook him harder ”You’re okay, Bellamy, please just look at me-” she lets his hands go and instead cups his face, digging her nails in his skin a little and staring into his eyes with determination now. 

“Clarke-”

“Listen to me-you’re okay, nothing happened, we’re fine and we will be fine, alright?” he stares into her with such vulnerability that it just breaks her heart “That guard won’t hurt you. I won’t let him.” Bellamy nods a little “I won’t let him hurt you, do you hear me, Bell?” she repeats “Do you understand?” he nods again still shaking and she smiles a little.

“Take a breath now...deep breaths...just like this, yes, good job! Let’s breathe together for a moment, okay? We can take a minute, we’re not in a rush.” technically that wasn’t true-they were indeed in a rush and when she quickly turned around and found Harper standing at the end of the hallway, looking around impatiently, she knew they had to hurry but Bellamy was her family, he always came first, so she had to help him before she could treat anyone else-otherwise her mind wouldn’t even be where it should be. 

“That’s right, you’re doing great.” she assures when his breathing goes back to normal slowly and she pushes his head to her chest, making him lean in a little but desperate to hold him in a tight, short hug, knowing how much he needed it right now. 

When he wraps his arm back around her waist-that’s how she knows he’s back to her, that he’s okay now and his lips find her neck, give her a small sweet peck that makes everything in her body on fire-god, the effect he had on her- before whispering “Thank you, princess.”

She pulls away and he tries to brush the tears from his face with the back of his sweater but she cleans them up with her thumbs instead and moves up to kiss his lips quickly, despite knowing that everyone passing by and Harper, most of all, was watching them, but not giving a damn about it. 

When she falls back on her heels, her arms wrap around his neck and she looks at him seriously.

“We have a lot to talk about when we go back home.” he nods as he swallows hard and shakes his head, trying to chase away the demons. 

“I’m fine.”

“No, you’re not.” she cuts him off “You just had a full blow panic attack in the middle of Farm station’s hallway.” he bows his head down to the ground as if in shame “No, don’t hide, I don’t want you to be ashamed-” she picks his head by the chin again and gives him a softer look “I just want you to talk to me.”

He leans his head down and rubs his nose against hers, then kisses her cheek and pulls back.

“I promise that I’m fine...it was just...I don’t know what it was, but I’m okay.” she can see him going back to his strong and serious bravado that he tries to emphasize by straightening himself up a little and taking a deeper breath “We should go. Those people there need you.” he insists and Clarke opens her mouth to fight him but he shakes his head and squeezes her hand tightly again.

“It’s okay, Clarke.” he insists but she doesn’t believe him for a second.

Yet, they don’t really have a choice-they do need to move and when Clarke turns around he finds Harper has approached them and was about to urge them to keep going again.

“We really need to-” she says and Clarke nods.

“I know...I know, let’s go.” they start moving again and Bellamy follows as swiftly as he can but when they take another turn, he tells them to stop and insists he’s the one to lead before them in case they meet other guards that may cause them problems which Clarke definitely isn’t happy about but can’t really argue with since she had absolutely no documents or IDs and could end up in a cell in case someone decided to blow this out of proportions.

Let’s also not forget the fact that she was about to give illegal medical help.

When they make it to Tor Lemkin’s place, Harper nods in a particular code way before a girl, no older than maybe ten opens up. She had beautiful long brown hair, pale face and big green eyes and was dressed in what looked like her PJs. 

“Harper!” she throws herself in her friend “You brought help.”

“Of course I did, kiddo. I promised, didn’t I?” they all look up and find her dad sprayed on the couch, his leg propped up on a pillow with a very haphazard bandage on the wound under his knee. The whole thing was bad, even Bellamy could tell, considering how blue and bruised his skin on top of being way too swollen and red. Tor glances up at him and despite what is probably the fever raging in his body he recognizes him.

“Bellamy Blake?”

“Hey, Tor.” he greets him when they make it in and Harper introduces Clarke to both Reese and Tor.

Bellamy can remember seeing the man working on Level 1 and sometimes 4 where most of the cooling systems were but he hasn’t talked much to him. Most workers in Factory knew each other by face or where they worked and if not their jackets always denoted that too in case someone need to find a mechanic from another level for help. Bellamy could see Tor’s one now, hanging on the chair by the couch-the wrench patch on his left arm as well as the numbers one and four and a small snowflake patch under them which described everything there was to his job. Bellamy’s one still showed he worked on Level 2 as a mechanic since officially Level 11 was closed after the fire and no one was suppsoed to know something was happening there.

Tor and him exchange a few words while Clarke and Harper get to work on his leg-it turned out he really did get hurt the other day during the engine fixing-his leg got stuck between two big metal patches and they had to basically drag him away to keep him from forever being stuck there which is how he got his wound.

When Clarke unwraps it, she finds it’s oozing yellow and upon touching his forehead and finding it burning and taking his temperature, she’s worried about blood poisoning.

“I’ll clean the wound and dig out all the infected flesh but we’ll need to find some antibiotis or at least...something to prevent a sepsis.” she tells him and Harper, surprisingly then, chimes in.

“We’ll figure out a way.” she tells Clarke and Bellamy cocks an eyebrow “I know a guy who can maybe help.”

“Harper, it’s dangerous.” Tor warns her carefully “I don’t want you risking your life or Monty’s for me.”

“I’ll be okay, I promise.” Harper rubs her hand over his foreharm while Reese peeks behind the two girls with worry and curiosity “Clarke and Bellamy will help me.” Bellamy wants to snap and tell her not to involve Clarke in this but he knows better than to start a fight here so instead he grips Reese’s shoulder and brings her attention to him. 

“How about you and I go outside and play for a bit, kiddo?” he suggests and glances at Clarke telling her that this was also him keeping watch and making sure nobody finds them but also trying to take the kid away from the room knowing that Tor will probably have a hard time keeping his screams while they cleaned the infection. 

Reese looks at her dad for approval and he nods.

“Go on dear, Bellamy’s a great story teller, maybe he can tell you something I haven’t yet, right?” Bellamy nods and leans down a little to Reese.

“Have you heard about the myth of Europa and Zeus?” Reese shakes her head “It’s my son’s favorite, maybe you’d like it too, huh?” Reese glances again at her dad and he waves his hand at her, begging her to come closer. When she does, she hugs him tightly and he whispers something in her ear that Bellamy doesn’t catch apart from the words- “you gotta be brave now, little warrior” before letting go of Reese and allowing her to follow Bellamy. Before they leave, though she runs back to her dad, takes off her pink hair pin and puts it in her dad’s big palm. Tor immideately wraps his fingers around it and lets Reese kiss his forehead as she slowly walks back to Bellamy.

“We’ll be at the end of the hallway by the benches and the swings, okay?” he tells Clarke and Harper as he takes the girl outside.

Reese is very smart and headstrong-she’s a badass kid and asks Bellamy lots of questions while he tells her more than one story. She makes him smile and provokes him but in a good way. Half an hour in and she’s already fighting about Europa and how she should’ve kicked Zeus’ butt which makes Bellamy laugh though he agrees with it too.

But when Bellamy’s done telling his stories and suggests Reese go to the swings for a bit, she shakes her head and just rests her back against the metal bench, leaning a little closer into Bellamy. 

“Do you think that....do you think that my dad will die?” she asks after a moment which Bellamy spent staring around for every figure that wore a guard uniform and kept glancing at the clock on the other side of the wall, desperate to make out the numbers and knowing they had less than half an hour to leave the station before they had to go back to Factory. 

“No, of course not.” Bellamy opposes and Reese gives him a look of disbelief.

“How do you know?”

“Because Clarke’s the best doctor there is.” he promises but the girl still doesn’t seem convinced “I’m the living proof of that, you know?” now that catches the kid’s interest.

“How come?” she asks curiously and crosses her arms over her chest as if preparing for a fight with Bellamy but willing to give him a shot and hear him out.

“I got hurt in the bombings. That’s why I use a crutch.” Reese looks down on him and then back up, her features softer now “I was very sick after, had fever like your dad, they weren’t sure I’ll make it or even walk but...Clarke did it.” 

“Really?” Bellamy nods with a small smile himself, wrapping an arm around Reese and tugging her close.

“She brought me back on my feet and she will do the same thing with your dad, I promise you.” Reese sighs and leans a little into his side, a clear sign that she now trusted him but something was still bothering her. “What is it, kiddo?” he asks softly, stroking her head like he did with Gus. 

“I just...there’s nothing I can do to help him.” Reese admits finally “I feel useless.” Bellamy’s heart breaks at that and he has to take a minute to squeeze his eyes shut before he takes a deep breath, tightens his grip around Reese’s arm and forces himself to be strong. 

“Of course you’re not useless!” Bellamy opposes her feverntly “Your dad doesn’t need you to do things for him, he just needs to know you’re there and you love him.”

“But he can’t walk...and I...I want to give him food and help him sit up but he won’t let me.” Reese protests softly “He wants to do everything himself.”

“That’s because he doesn’t want to burden you, sweetheart.” Bellamy insists feeling like he was having a conversation with Gus years from now right at this moment.

Was his son feeling the same way?

Sure, he was younger and he didn’t understand the extents of his injuries or what it meant for Bellamy to work with his body wrecked like this but it was enough that he saw him in pain.

And his son, despite his young age, always the selfless one, always wanting to help, to give...

Bellamy couldn’t imagine what it would be like for him when he got Reese’s age. In fact, he didn’t even want to think about it. It was awful enough now when Gus was so little yet so anxious and worried about everything conscerning his father, so for him to grow up and have a better grip of their reality would make everything all the more harder. 

“He thinks he always has to be strong but he doesn’t.” Reese continues, breaking Bellamy out of his thoughts and back to reality “He can be weak...he can let me help.”

“You’re just a child. He doesn’t want you to have to grow up faster than you need to, Reese.”

“Why are you defending him?” she suddenly snaps, angry at his words and behavior, like he wanted to lecture her instead of actually bring her comofrt and Bellamy realizes he may have done just that.

“I’m sorry.” Bellamy raises his hands in defence and lets go of her “I wasn’t trying to make it worse for you, I just wanted you to understand.” Reese keeps glaring at him, though, unhappy about the situation as much as Bellamy was trying to explain himself. “I have a son too and he worries just like you do.”

“So then you get it.”

“Of course I do but I also wanted to give you my perspective of things...because it’s the same as your father’s.” at that Reese’s shoulders sag and she bows her head down, thinking over Bellamy’s words as she fidgets with her fingers, twisting her thumb around between her index and middle ones.”He just loves you too much.”

“I love him too.” Reese admits softly “Ever since mama died it’s just been me and him.” Bellamy swallows hard at the horrible comparison between their family and his-he remembers vaguely that Tor’s wife died a few years after she gave birth to Reese from the flu going around at the station during that time which was pretty awful. He had gotten sick then too but that was before he even met Gina. He remembers his mom being worried about him and forcing him not to go to work so he could get better. 

“He’s my hero.” she adds “But he doesn’t know that...he doesn’t have to be one all the time.” Bellamy’s eyes fill with tears at that and he leans closer to Reese.

“Come here, kid” he opens his arms for her and she throws herself in his embrace, letting him give her a warm hug for the first time today. Even though they met barely an hour ago, kids were awesome like that as they were pure and unafraid to meet people and make them their best friends in minutes. Plus Bellamy was warm and kind and he was honest with her, which is what Reese loved the most. 

“Do you think we should go back and check on them?” Bellamy suggests and Reese nods after finally pulling away. When Bellamy has a hard time standing up, she grabs his hand and despite her age and size, she actually does manage to help him get stable on his feet.

By the time they come back to their place, though Tor tells them that Clarke’s been called down the hallway by another woman and Bellamy feels his face burn with uncontrolled anger.

This was all so fucking risky-they had barely twenty minutes left before they had to cross back to Factory, if she was going to risk her life like this, he wasn’t sure how many times he could pull out the Level 11 ID card trick and hope it works.

It certainly won’t hold on forever.

He tries to control his breathing and swallow down his pain but the more he stays up, the more the pain in his back increases and when he finds Clarke at the end of the same hallway as Tor’s appartment, she’s fixing a girl’s broken leg and a dislocated shoulder that her mom got after helping fix the Factory engine too. 

He calls her out and gestures at the clock above her patient’s bed which makes Clarke grit her teeth and give him a curt nod as she whispered “Five minutes”. He rolls his eyes and closes the door but leaves it ajar as he kept guard. Harper was in there with her, calming down the girl with the broken leg and he rested his back on the metal wall, listening her talk to them, instructing them not to move too much and then daring, actually fucking daring to promise them she’ll be back in a few days to check how they’re healing. 

She comes out of there exactly five minutes before curfew and he’s furious with her but he doesn’t show it in any other way than clenching his jaw and gripping his crutch tightly, trying to keep himself from passing out in the middle of the damn hallway when he was out there to protect her.

“Thank you, Clarke.” Harper says when they start walking back to the gates “What you did for them...it’s nothing short of a miracle for those people.” Clarke shook her head clearly unhappy with herself.

“That’s nothing. I need real bandages, moonshine, antiseptic, medicine...antibiotics.” she clenched her jaw and let Bellamy walk before them, keeping an eye on the guards but she didn’t miss how rigid his posture was or his glistening with anger looks he was throwing her way-he was mad and partly, he was right to be mad, she should’ve finished earlier but the mother and the little girl...they needed her.

So many people have heard of the doctor who fought the system and opened up a clinic in Factory-to many she was a savior and Clarke had only realized her popularity amongst those less fortunate today with Harper, Tor and this woman. Her friend had mentioned there were others who have asked for her, some who believed the Factory clinic was still running but that the guards refused them to pass so they wouldn’t be helped, third believed it was secretly operating but only for certain folks and fourth simply begged for her help.

There were many more that needed her. Harper mentioned at least a dozen more cases, most of them severe-broken bones, open wounds or bad cases of the flu going around this time of the year agian. 

Bellamy was listening carefully to everything they talked about and every now and then he’d look back and she swore that if they had the time for it, he’d have stopped and started yelling at her for being an idiot about half an hour ago. 

He was clearly unhappy about this but she wasn’t the only one who did dumb things-whatever this ID he showed to the guard meant, it couldn’t be good, not if they let him be so easy and she wondered what kind of mess he managed to get himself into.

“Do you think we can see each other again tomorrow or...the day after?” Harper asked once they reached the gates. There were only two guards and they were talking between each other, holding some sort of satchel and inspecting its content-probably something they had confiscated from a poor Farm or Factory person, which didn’t matter to Bellamy as long as it kept their attention away from the three of them. 

He’s about to open up his mouth and argue when he sees Clarke’s hands wrap around Harpers and squeeze them tightly.

“Of course.” she states and he feels his heart fall to his feet. Goddammit that stupid self-sacrificial princess of his “Tomorrow.”

“I can come get you after I’m done with work.” Harper says “That way we’ll have more time.”

“No!” Bellamy cuts off coming a little closer to Clarke, stepping before her and facing Harper “This is dangerous! She was almost floated barely a month ago, do you want to sign her death sentence!”

“Bellamy-” Clarke stepped up glancing at him and furrowing her eyebrows “We talked about this! I’m doing it!”

“Only over my death body are you crossing the stations twice a day without proper documents!”

“I can get her another fake ID.” Harper joins in, clearly as stubborn about this as Clarke was and he shoots her another angry glance-what the fuck was wrong with Harper? She was supposed to be on his side. He knew how much he already cared about Clarke and she was willing to risk her life for this?

“It’s too risky-they can catch her.” Clarke takes him by the elbow and squeezes it tight trying to bring his attention to her but he wouldn’t budge-he kept staring at Harper with the angriest of looks but the woman seemed unafected-she was just as stubborn as Clarke was and she only jut her chin up at Bellamy in a quiet way of trying to say “Fuck you!”

“We don’t have time for this now!” Clarke urged when the warning sirens started going off, reminding people that they had two minutes to cross back to their stations “We need to go, Bellamy!” she started pushing him and she must’ve applied a little too much pressure or he was simply that tired that he swayed hard on his feet and when he did he collided right into the arms of one of the two guards that was back by the gates, checking the few passengers that had lined up.

“Hey, watch out, you cripple!” he scoffed at him and Bellamy grit his teeth as Clarke pushed him back and tried to steady him on his feet again. “Come on, line up and give me your IDs” he yelled as he started moving over the right side where the button to open the doors was. 

“I’m not a cripple!” Bellamy scoffed and Clarke gripped his elbow tightly. Usually he was good at keeping his cool around the guards, well...most of the time but the events from this night and all the arguing with Harper who was now about to leave as Clarke gave her one last reassuring nod and whispered that “They’ll talk again tomorrow”, was sending him on edge.

Unfortunately the guard heard him talking back and turned around.

“What was that you said?” he asked, stopping a few feet from them but not coming closer-he was trying to treaten them with his angry look and his hand on the gun in his holster.

Clarke felt herself freeze at that and she begged the universe that Bellamy would come back to his senses but when she glanced up, she found him still staring at the guard like he was about ready to use his crutch on him and kick his butt.

Which she knew in normal cirucmstances he could probably do, but not right now and not like this-if they were caught and locked up, they’d end up at the very least punished and Clarke surely floated especially if they looked into the reasons why she was in Farm or the lack of proper legal documents on her. 

“I said I’m not a cripple!” Bellamy bit back and Clarke felt a rush of fear run down her spine. The guard walked to them and this time it was her who stood up before Bellamy and raised her hand, trying to remember to sound as Factory station like as she could-she had been practicing the accent for a few weeks now but she knew she hadn’t mastered it perfectly.

“Please forgive my husband, guardsman-” her eyes looked for the name tag on the left of his chest  “O’Conner” she gave him the smile of a sincere but worried wife and did her best to appeal sweet and quiet as any Factory girl should be when she had a meeting with a so-called wolf “He’s cranky because he forgot our anniversary and I gave him a speech about it.” the guard pulls back a little but his eyes don’t leave Bellamy who’s as tense as before and still looks like he’s about to tear the guard apart. His hand was now wrapped around Clarke’s wrist, ready to pull her back the moment he felt like she was in immideate danger. 

“Is that so, cripple?” Clarke winced at that and felt Bellamy push from behind her, ready to fight again which of course, in turn only made the guard smile smugly. He took another step closer and reached out for Clarke’s chin, picking it up but staring still right ahead in Bellamy’s eyes “Perhaps I can make up for you, give your little Factory slut the time of her life?”

Now that send Bellamy off and he pulled Clarke away and stepped forward ready to use his crutch on the guard, but he was faster, he took it in, tore it off Bellamy’s hands and with one swift move of his hands, pressed it to his knee and used his force to break it in two and toss it away.

Bellamy let go of Clarke’s hand and tried to swing at him with his fist but again, as before, the guard was faster-he punched him in the face and then used his knee to kick him in the stomach. Bellamy swayed violently and almost hit the ground as Clarke screamed and tried to break them. The rest of the people around looked at the scene unfolding before them but they definitely weren’t surprised-it was as if this has happened a thousand times before and they were so numb to the violence and brutality the guards used on them that they simply moved away from the commotion and looked around like scared but impartial to the world animals.

“Please-” Clarke rose one of her hands again as she leaned over to grab Bellamy’s elbow and keep him up with the other “We’re sorry, just let us pass.” Bellamy looked up from under his curls angrily and just as Clarke was pretty sure he was about to provoke the guard, he got called by the other boy who had been passing some of the passengers through while the argument unfolded and O’Conner clenched his jaw unhappy that he was interrupted.

“Hey! I need some help over here! This one’s drunk!” the boy yelled and Clarke noticed he was supporting an elderly man from Factory who looked much worse for wear than her and Bellamy and someone who would definitely give them trouble unless they dealt with him right now. 

He had taken out his baton, ready to use it on either one of them but now he gripped it, looked at Clarke and simply sighed angrily.

“Go on, I’ll deal with you some other time.” he gestured at them to pass through without even asking for an ID which Clarke welcomed as a silent blessing right now. It wasn’t too unusual, though-it was clear that those who waited to pass between stations at the last possible minutes were either drunks like the elderly man who came to Farm for cheap alcohol or folks like her and Bellamy probably visiting relatives before coming home for the night. Clarke noticed that he still looked at the insignia on Bellamy’s sleeve, the wrench patch and the Factory section number so he probably decided this, his poor state and both their clothes and outlook left no room for doubt.

She almost laughed at the irony of it all-this entire time, all she’s ever wanted was to leave Alpha, to be something better than what they taught her there, to help others and not just the few selected by the chancellor and she had finally done it-she was dressed in the old dress Aurora got her, had the Factory simple three-strand plaid, no make up of any sort, her shoes were Bellamy’s old ones and she looked so tired she could probably pass out if the guard had so much as simply pushed her back.

She was no longer an Alpha princess.

#bellarke fanfiction #bellarkeedit #the100edit #bellarke #bellamy blake #clarke griffin #ark!au #single!dad bellamy #doctor!clarke #i hope you like this #my writing

[renegade-diamonds]

Another ABO AU Idea for Ronance

Kingdom AU: The fruity four go on a quest to help stop the evil Lord Vecna from attacking the Kingdom of Hawkins, they defeat him with help from the Party, and return to the capital as heroes (this all happened before-hand).

Nancy (alpha) is the Crown-Princess and Steve (alpha) is the heir to a Dukedom. Robin (omega) is a scribe they recruited for her knowledge of ancient languages, and Eddie (omega) was a rogue that got caught up in everything accidentally. During this quest, Robin and Nancy secretly fall in love, although neither confessed. Robin was low-born, and Nancy knew her parents would never approve of the match. Still, she wants desperately to keep Robin close to her.

Two nights before Nancy's coming-of-age banquet, the tension becomes too much. They confess and do-the-do.

The next day, Max (who's a seer) drags Nancy and Steve into her room for a talk. She's hysterical, telling them that she keeps having different visions of the future about Robin dying unless she goes north to the fief that Eddie was given for his service to the kingdom. However, there's only one possible future where she does that, and it's going to hurt everyone involved.

On the night of Nancy's banquet, Robin's oddly on edge. She hasn't seen Nancy all day, nor Steve either. Eddie seems just as confused, as he apparently hadn't seen them too (and Steve was spending quite a lot of time around him lately). Finally, all the important guests arrive, but they seem distant. Nancy won't look at Robin, and Steve just keeps staring at his food. There's something tense in their posture, and a heavy feeling of pure wrongness settles in Robin's stomach.

The younger members appear to be acting normal, although Robin notes that Max is a bit quiet, and isn't digging into her food like she normally does. Robin glances over to where Steve is sitting and is shocked to see his proud-looking parents here, seated smugly besides their son as if they hadn't neglected him their entire lives.

Nancy's parents stand after the feasting is over, and state that they have an important announcement to make pertaining to the future of their kingdom- the engagement of the Crown-Princess to the future Duke, Steve Harrington.

Robin's stomach drops straight into the pits of hell. Nancy and Steve stand up at the head table, all cheery and happy smiles as they link hands and stand proudly before the crowd. Faintly, she sees Eddie get up and slip out one of the side entrances, and tries to discreetly follow his example, wiping the tears from her eyes before anyone notices. Robin stubbornly avoids glancing at the head table as she leaves, never seeing the way Nancy's eyes track her every move.

Neither Nancy nor Steve ever seek her out in the days that follow, and Robin refuses to leave her chambers- the pain of their betrayal festers in her stomach. Nothing makes sense anymore- her world feels like it's just been swept out from under her feet.

She bonds with Eddie, who evidentially had been in the early stages of a romantic relationship with Steve before the banquet. He's caught off guard too, and the two of them stew in their self-pity as the days turn into weeks. They crash at her residence in the city, as the palace becomes too painful to stay in. The city is alight with excitement at the news of the royal engagement, and it tastes like ash in Robin's mouth.

But then things start to get scary. Robin's appetite collapses, and she's constantly getting nauseous all the time. Her body feels tired, and yet she keeps getting compliments on her skin and the odd comment on how she's 'glowing.' It's only when Eddie, a fellow omega, mentions Robin's scent starting to change that she realizes something's wrong.

She tracks down a discreet healer from a nearby farming village outside the city for help. She does not want to attract attention due to her new celebrity status after their defeat of Vecna, and ensures the healer understands that.

That night Eddie comes home to Robin sobbing at the kitchen table, head buried in her arms. He asks what's wrong, and she looks up at him with tears in her eyes and tells him she's pregnant. Both of them immediately understand the gravity of the situation. She's an unmated omega risen to celebrity status in their kingdom; the public reaction to this could go either way, but given the cultural and religious aspects of their conservative world, Eddie knows this isn't going to go well.

Especially if the sire is who he thinks it is.

So, he makes her an offer. Marry him (lavender marriage) and travel north to his fief. They can get away from all the trouble plaguing their private life, and he can claim the child as his own. He may be an omega, but as a natural-born male, he still could technically sire children so no one would think to question it.

Crazily enough, Robin accepts. They both know the marriage will be in name only. They pack up that night and marry early in the morning, leaving the city as soon as they sign the official documents.

As the news begins to spread, whispers reach the palace, and by midday there's not a single person left in the capital who hasn't heard the news.

Nancy destroys every training dummy they have when she finds out, and Steve isn't much better. Max reassures them that she can see the future clearer now, that they're on the right path. But it's all so wrong. Nancy hates herself, hates what she's done. She can't look in a mirror without remembering the devastation in Robin's eyes at the banquet, the sheer pain that had permeated throughout her scent as Nancy's parents announced the engagement.

Time drags on, and the whispers from the north remain elusive. Eddie apparently has ensured that no rumors leave his new keep, and Robin's never sighted outside the castle walls. As the months start to drag on, they keep pushing back wedding preparations- coming up with every excuse in the book. Their parents don't question it, accepting that it's probably the trauma from their quest against Vecna, and their sadness at their 'friends' leaving the capital.

Six months after Robin and Eddie left, Max comes to Nancy's door in the middle of the night, eyes wide and face pale. She tells her she needs to ride north now. That she's finally seen the full vision of Robin's death and that the nexus point approaches.

Nancy's entire world shifts on its axis when Max tells her that Robin will die in childbirth.

#ronance #ronance abo #ronance omegaverse #tw pregnancy #tw childbirth #omegaverse #ronance au #alpha nancy wheeler #omega robin buckley

[circadianaa]

scout & melina

⬇️lore⬇️

this is part of a currently unnamed au me and my co-writer ray cooked up the other night that’s literally just “the war ends and everyone’s alive because we’re tired of the tragedies we keep writing”. after the war, cortex squad absconds to some rural planet and ends up setting up on a farm. they get to live out their days peacefully and with family all around <3

melina is wishbone and isadora’s youngest daughter (her older siblings are zohra, irsia, saccharine, knuckles, and kp! melina, zohra, and irsia are the “littles”, the kiddos who were adopted as young children after the end of the war. saccharine, knuckles, and kp are all clones and were members of wishbone’s squad during the war). scout was a member of the coruscant guard and a friend of knuckles, but not a member of cortex squad; you can find a summary of his story in my oc masterlist, linked in my pinned post!

regardless, scout got brought along when cortex left coruscant. he’s very much a loner, having spent so much time alone during the war, and is happiest when he’s out minding his herd of sheep on the far reaches of the ranch’s property. however, when melina comes along, she latches onto scout and his weird wizard robes whenever he comes down to the main house for a few days to rest. the second she’s old enough, she’s following scout out on his trips; at first, scout allows this grudgingly with the pleading of melina and the watchful eyes of wishbone and isadora, but she grows on him in the blink of an eye. she’s a curious, empathetic, and adventurous child who loves scout’s sheep and all the different things the wilderness they explore together has to show her. all in all they’re besties and one of my favorite things right now <3

#melina ariti #clone trooper scout #my art #art #circadraws #cortex squad #clone wars #the clone wars #star wars the clone wars #post order 66 #swtcw #tcw

[ohtobeleah]

how do Rhett and Phoenix co parent especially since Rhett doesn’t stay in North Island? Like how do they manage?

He typically goes back and forth. Or Phoenix will come out with the boys. They try to split the travel between them fairly but ultimately it gets too much. So, eventually (and including the boys in on that decision too) both Rhett & Phoenix sit the twins down and ask them where they wanna go to school next year.

They both end up saying they want to stay in Wabang with Rhett, work the farm, go to school, live. It crushes Phoenix for a little while there but she understands—

Until a year into the agreement she decided her family is far too important to only see on a casual holiday basis. She packs her things, decides to leave the navy.

The kids are ten when Phoenix rocks up on the Abbott ranch in the middle of the pouring rain, rain they haven’t seen in years. Rhett’s got his shot gun by the door because who the hells knocking on his front door at 11pm at night?

“What the—“

“I quit.”

“What?”

“I’m not government property anymore, I want my family back.” In all the years Rhett Abbott had known and loved Natasha Trace for, he never thought he’d see the day where she would give everything up for him. Even when she saw that positive pregnancy test, Phoenix was adamant it wouldn’t change anything.

“Nix your family is right here, okay?” Rhett’s tired, he hasn’t slept in days. He reaches out to cup at Phoenix’s forearms. “I’m not going to let you throw everything you have ever worked for because you—“ Phoenix doesn’t let Rhett finish.

“I almost stopped loving you because I was so set on putting my career first.” It’s an admission she isn’t proud of. “My children don’t see me because I’m too focused on proving that woman can do it too.”

“Nix hold up—“ Rhett is dragging her soaked and wet ass into the house. “You don’t want this, the ranch, the country town the rodeo.” Rhett doesn’t say it, but he knows that he should add himself onto that list. “You have always been so adamant about being your own person and if you leave everything that makes you you behind? You’re just gonna end up resentin’ me and the kids and—“

“I should have stopped flying when your brother died.” Phoenix can see the photo of the twins on the hallway wall, god they look so much like Rhett and Bob. “That was when I should have stopped.”

“Why didn’t you?” Rhett already knows the answer. But he wasn’t about to let the love of his life stand soaking wet in the foyer for a moment longer.

“I always felt closer to him when I was in the sky.”

“So why give that up huh? Without talkin’ to me first!” Rhett doesn’t know why he’s angry, he just is. He doesn’t want to be the villain anymore, not in Natasha story anyway. He always put her needs first, made sure she had everything she needed. From space to support to silence if need be.

“Because you matter to me! You! Rhett and unlike Bob you’re not dead! I don’t want to miss anything else! I don’t want to miss my kids growing up or miss you ride again or wonder if I���ll come home after a flight that was a little too close to home.” It’s all to much for Rhett, he doesn’t know how to process being put first. “I love you, I just want to love you and be here to love you instead of states apart.”

But Rhett doesn’t let his guard down that easily. So he just nods in silence and takes Phoenix’s bags.

“The boys are in bed but they’ll be happy to see you in the mornin’”

“Does that mean I can stay?”

“Beds built for two people.”

Read more of ToE here

#terms of endearment // Rhett Abbott x Phoenix Trace #terms of endearment// bradley bradshaw

[madstwd]

Training

Rick Grimes x F!reader

Words: 2k

Warnings: Smut, orgasm denial, slight daddy kink, mentions of death, make up sex

Season : 4

Hope you enjoy! Sorry anon for this coming out so late, i hope you like it. I’m trying to get my sleep in better shape so I can be less exhausted and post more, thank you for the continued support! - mads <3

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You weren't weak, but you weren't strong. Who thought you would have to suddenly know how to survive and fight to just stay alive. You arrived at Woodbury fairly early on, finishing Merle with his severed hand in an alleyway in Atlanta lead you to eventually meet The governor. You had worked closely with the man, almost like you felt you had a debt to repay since you had no experience really. When Woodbury fell you went with the rest of the community to the prison, the place that held the ‘bad guys’.

You got along with most of the original group, fitting in quite well. The close knitted group allowed you in fairly quickly, your offering to look after Judith helped you get close to them fairly quickly. You also helped out in farming with Rick, having just finished college before this mess started. You were a carpenter, so very handy with woodwork. The two of you built the pig pen, you even helped him catch the pigs. He grew fond of you, but always had to protect you.

“Do you think you could train me one day?” You said, wiping the sweat off your brow. Rick glanced up from the weeds he was pulling to look at you, he shrugged. “Training in what? I don't think a police degree will help much nowadays” he joked. You scoffed. “I mean just general survival or fighting. When I go out with you or anyone I'm always being protected because I can't fight”

“You can fight”

“Against walkers, not humans”

Rick sighed, his fingers pinching the bridge of his nose in thought of a way to get out of this. “Rick please, I don't want to be a liability anymore, I could ask Daryl or Maggie or someone else but I wanted to ask you. Please Rick” you begged. Rick turned his head back to you, his blue eyes scanning over the features of his face. “Fine, meet me at the tombs tomorrow morning”

You nodded eagerly, “thank you Rick” you concluded before turning back to the crops with a grin on your face.

You were at the tombs the next morning eager, waiting for Rick to show up. Maggie had leant you a sharpened knife before she went on guard shift after you feared Rick might not approve of the one you showed up. “Morning” you heard the man grumble as he walked down the lantern lit hallway. “Morning” you smiled. “We’re gonna do this together alright. Back to back covering blind spots. I'll keep an eye on you to give pointers if needed. This tunnel is overrun, only a few dozen alright?”

“Yep, I'll follow your lead,” you said. You watched as he pulled out keys and unlocked the door. Gripping his axe ready. The sound of the gate opening caused walkers groans to echo closer down the hallway. “Be ready alright?” he said. You nodded, knife gripped in your hand. The first two walkers appeared out of the darkness once Rick had slammed the gate shut. You watched as Rick immediately went into action, his axe landing into one head. Your knife went into the other. “Good, stay focused, it might not be 2 again” he instructed. Your eyes drifted around the surrounding area waiting for the next ones to appear and no blind spots to appear either. You worked well together, dancing around each other closer. Ricks axe swinging and your knife going in. However, what was reported as a dozen walkers, turned out to have grown overnight. The rest of the small group of them had shown up, the fighting became challenging, both of you growing tired. Thankfully unlike Rick you weren't carrying a larger weapon, one that caused more motion and strength to be able to get it in and out of walkers heads. You heard him let out a frustrated growl and the clanging of his axe dropping on the floor. Killing the walkers close to you, you then turned around to see him pressed against the wall. His body pushed away a walker that was snapping a bit too close to his face. You could see his arms shake as his strength dwindled.

“Rick!” you yelled, rushing over to him. You grabbed the walker's shoulder yanking it and spinning it so it fell on the floor in one quick motion your knife went in it's head. You barely had enough time to react before a gunshot rang and you felt blood spray up your back. You turned to see a body thud behind you. “I had it Y/n!” Rick yelled angrily. You felt him harshly grab your bicep and pull you towards the door. Once you were through he had closed it and locked it before turning to you angrily. “Do you have any idea how close that was to you?! I told you to keep your eyes open!” Rick yelled. You looked back to the area, you could vaguely see where you were knelt and where the walker had been killed. “I-I'm sorry, I just- you” the words got caught in your throat, unable to take his heated gaze you ran off. Your footsteps echoing as you make your way back to cell block C.

Thankfully it was a “day off” today, you had no farming duties today, Hershel and a few others had it handled. So you sat in your cell, reading a book that Daryl had given you a few weeks back that you hadn't finished. Your mind is distracted by Rick's outburst. Maggie had popped by offering you food and company, which you gladly took. But now it was night, everyone was either asleep or busy with their guard duties. You laid on your bunk looking at the ceiling wondering if Rick was going to avoid you for longer. That was until you heard a small tap against your cell door. “Come in” you said, sitting up to greet whoever it was. You weren't expecting the man himself. “I just want to apologise, for shouting at you”

“Apology accepted goodnight”

You heard him groan in frustration, causing the heat to rise in your cheeks from the noise.

“Can you let me explain? Please” he . You nodded, moving your legs towards your chest so he could sit. “You were right, I didn't have it, it's been a while since I've even picked up the axe or faced walkers that weren't behind the fence. I was amazed when you pulled it off me and killed it. But it soon turned to fear-”

“Rick I-”

“No stop wait-”

You nodded allowing him to continue. “I couldn't save Lori, I couldn't tell her the things I needed to tell her before she- before she died. So I'm here, I'm sorry. I yelled because the walker was so close and I didn't want to lose you too”

You watched as his gaze drifted to his worn out boots awaiting your rejection. “It was the same fear then, I didn't want to lose you either. I-I like you Rick. A lot. That's why I asked you to help me” you mumbled. The man's hand fell on your knee, diverting your attention to his face, “kiss me” you whispered. “Kiss me like you mean it”

Rick wasted no time, his body moved forward capturing your lips as his hips wormed your legs apart. Once he was comfortable you felt his hands slide under your shirt, letting him feel your soft untouched skin. You lifted your arms allowing him to take the shirt off. He deepened the kiss as his fingers worked your bra clasp. His hands stroked your shoulders as he took it off, the calloused fingers leaving goosebumps as they moved against your skin. His lips moved around your jaw, leaving sloppy kisses. He moved down towards your chest where his lips capture a nipple, sucking and nipping at it gently. Your hips grinded against his chest desperate for more friction. “Rick please, I need you. I can’t wait any longer” you begged, your hand making its way to grasp his cock through his jeans. Rick growled, “sure thing girl” he said. You watched as he unbuckled his belt, the moonlight outlining his toned arms. You began to work on your own jeans, shimmying them off leaving your entrance exposed to the open cold air. Rick smirked at the sight of your legs spread waiting for him, the moonlight shining off your dripping folds. “So pretty for me girl” he groaned. He lined his cock to the entrance, his tip gathering the wetness which he spread around himself using his thumb. You watched as pre cum started to form, mixing in with your leaking juices. You groaned as you felt him push the tip, the feeling of your folds separating as he pushed his way in. He waited, allowing you to stretch around him, barely holding himself together as he felt your velvet walls clench around him. “Rick please, move” you begged. Rick smirked, kissing your ear lobe, “of course girl”

His hips moved slowly but quickly picked up its pace. You could tell it had been a while since the man had treated his itch. All his sexual thoughts about you pouring into each thrust, “I’ve thought about this ever since you took up farming with me. Watching you in those pretty shorts bent over in front of me” he moaned. You whimpered when you felt his lips capture your nipple again, leaving hickeys around your Chest marking you. You moaned loudly when his hand started to swirl around your clit, the sensation causing you to loop your legs around his knees, lifting yourself up so he could go deeper. Rick allowed the new position, his hands supporting your back, gripping you keeping you in place as he picked up the speed. You could feel his head rub against your g-spot, his hips grinding against your clit as he thrusts. The pleasure causing your toes to curl, your hands to grip his forearms. Sweat formed over your breasts, the moonlight shining over them. The sight of you underneath him, begging for more. Gripping onto the sheets as your own body denies the orgasm. “Come on girl, let it out” he encouraged. He smirked at your struggle, watching your hips start to buck and grind against him further. “Cum all over me, be a good girl for daddy” he moaned. You whimpered, eyes screwed tight in frustration. Rick chuckled, his own orgasm coming in close. “What do you need, girl? Tell me” he whispered in your ear. You whimpered, “faster daddy please”

Rick didn't hesitate, he hoisted your legs over his shoulders. Began thrusting hard, determined for his own release after years of frustration with his dead wife, the teasing you did, the fear of losing you after growing fond of you. His dedication to give you all of him and more. You cried out, begging to grasp at his arms, your nails leaving trails as they desperately tried to grasp against him, like in this moment he was going to be taken away from you. “Rick im close”

“Who?”

“Please rick! Let me cum”

“Who?”

“Daddy please”

Rick smirked, driving his cock in and out with such force. Your orgasm came in fast, your body went numb, faltering as he drew it out. He wasn’t far behind, he pulled out, spilling his load over your sweat soaked body. Both of you laid there, catching your breaths. Watching each other's faces as you recovered.

Rick stood up, picking up a discarded t-shirt of your own to wipe up his remains. Once he finished, he laid next to you, bringing you close. You tucked your face into his neck breathing him in. “You passed your training” he chuckled. You smiled, lifting your head to kiss him, his face lit up with the moonlight as you pulled away. He smiled at you as you tucked your head back into his neck. He missed the closeness of protecting someone like he did with lori. His eyes closed as he pulled you close, exhaustion finally taking him into a pleasant sleep.

#the walking dead fanfiction #the walking dead x reader #rick grimes imagine #rick grimes smut #rick grimes x you #rick grimes x reader #rick grimes

[toreii]

Glorious Masquerade spoilers #17

NRC boys are screaming (mostly Grim) as they are falling down after the floor caved in. Trein shouts for everyone to brace themselves, and uses his magic to soften the landing as they all come crashing down with a huge thud. As the smoke settles, we can see that our boys are once again outside beneath the roads out in the waterways.

Trein asks the boys if they are safe. Epel replies “Y-Yes. Somehow.” Yuu is relieved everyone is okay. Azul comments that those who couldn’t soften the blow of impact on their own seem to be safe thanks to Trein-sensei. “Very impressive, Trein-sensei! Of course, I used my wind magic to land on my own!” Good for you, Azul. Idia cries out “That’s cheating!”

However, the banter is cut short. Even in a place like this, the Crimson Flower is spreading. Ruggie notices that there are a lot more flowers than before. Riddle says it looks like the ground is burning. Jamil wonders if it’s Rollo’s intention to corner them in a place full of flowers, and drain them of their magic. Sebek calls Rollo a “cowardly imitation”.

Silver says they need to deal with the flowers, and not let harm befall Malleus. Malleus reminds him that the Crimson Flower absorbs magic and grows the more it consumes. What will they do? Rook says because Malleus is born with a wealth of magical power, it may not come to his mind right away. But, asks if there is a way to get rid of the plants without using magic. The solution seems to dawn on Malleus.

Grim is still unsure what Rook meant, so Epel fills him in explaining in hushed whispers. Grim excitedly is on board with the plan. Trein is pleased with the group’s teamwork. Grim shouts that before the plants can drain their magic, he’s gonna get rid of them. Our cat child is raring to go!

After the battle, Grim is out of breath. He says his hands hurt from holding so much grass. I guess their solution was to rip the flowers out. Azul can’t believe that the day came where he’d be on the ground plucking out plants and not money.😆 Poor Professor Trein’s wrists are hurting. He’s too old for this shit😭 Even Malleus is struggling with the weeding, having no idea it would be laborious. They can’t let their guard down.

But, just as he says this, Silver tells him the plants are beneath his feet. He urges Malleus to be careful. Trein says not to rush. Ripping the flowers out will take time. Idia is at his limit. He’s going to run out of strength before running out of magic. Ruggie, ever the expert, tells everyone to put more pressure on their feet. Their posture isn’t right. Even Epel tells them they can’t pull out the weeds with a hunched back. Yuu cheerfully exclaims they’re good at weeding. Of course, Sebek won’t allow himself to lose to humans!

After the second battle, Jamil asks if they got rid of everything. Even though it’s not his first time weeding, he’s pretty beat. Deuce notes that Trein has been crouching down for a while. Riddle asks Trein if he’s okay. Trein’s waist is hurting, and can’t seem to get back up. Ruggie can’t believe everyone was plucking weeds and complaining. This is practically something a kid in the slums would do.

Idia says he’s too tired to even get angry at the amount of weeds. Epel comments that he understands Idia’s and everyone else’s sentiments. He too used to help with mowing and weeding on his parent’s farm. The Crimson Flower has strong, long roots unlike regular weeds. Rook agrees. It was hard pulling just one out. He recalls that the plant was eradicated, but how did people manage in the past? Malleus doesn’t know. He never thought he’d pull a plant with so much fertility with just a hand.

Riddle says that the flower even breeds in places where there is no sunlight. It’s such a terrible flower. Azul notices he can see light at the end of the tunnel. It sounds like a frenzy outside. Malleus wants to know where they are. As they step outside, the moon is shining in the sky. They realize they’re out in the very waterway they visited earlier that day.

Azul says he read that the waterway channels were all connected. He mentions that they can see NBC above them. Perhaps, Rollo Flamme is… He may have been preparing to make the Crimson Flower bloom in the waterways. Malleus agrees. In order to bring back an extinct flower, appropriate equipment and preparations would have been necessary. With the underground waterways so close to the school, it would have been easy for Rollo to hide things. And, if the channels were the starting point for the flowers to grow, it make sense that they overgrew throughout the waterways. Idia wonders where Rollo got the seeds for an extinct plant. Nonetheless, Idia says Rollo is such a villain, and hopes he won’t disappoint. (Um, Idia…what?😅)

Their discussion is interrupted by screams up above. The flowers have sprouted further alarming the townspeople. People are screaming, shouting, and succumbing to the Crimson Flowers. Hearing their pleas for help, Jamil says most people would have let their guards down this late at night before going to bed. Deuce curses, knowing the magicians are being drained.

Silver can’t understand why Rollo is so angry. But, he realizes that Rollo has a deep hatred for magicians regardless. Sebek says who knows. Neither does he wish to know. Even though Rollo is a magician, it’s like he’s hating himself even though he sees magicians as the enemy. (It’s like you, Sebek. You look down on humans while being half-human yourself.) Anyways, Sebek can’t understand such perverse human ideas.

Azul says that Rollo hates mages so much, that’s basically the whole reason behind the exchange meeting. Malleus is surprised. Azul explains that it’s natural to think so. If Rollo hates mages that much, isn’t it obvious he’d round up all the students from all the mage academies participating in the exchange meeting using the Crimson Flower? Rollo was steadily preparing while they had no idea they were walking into a trap.

Malleus remains quiet. Idia comments that it was basically like a moth to a flame. He adds that from Rollo’s point of view, they were nothing but stupid bugs. Azul agrees, it’s making him quite angry. All of them, as Rollo said, were brilliant idiots. Idia continues by saying that Rollo’s aim from the beginning was Malleus.

Malleus still remains silent. Azul says it’s possible. Malleus is not only the best in their school, but also a world-renowned magician. The exchange meeting was merely an excuse to crush Malleus. Idia adds that the exchange meeting was simply to bait Malleus.

Trein mutters that Idia and Azul keep rubbing salt into the wound. Malleus still isn’t saying anything, but you can tell he’s starting to get pissed. Deuce asks Malleus if he’s okay. Jamil points out he’s been silent with such a stern expression. Epel says it’s not unreasonable. From Malleus’s point of view, he’s the reason everyone got involved. Perhaps he feels responsible.

Riddle says everything about Rollo Flamme’s intentions is speculation. Even if it’s true, Malleus did not break the law. There’s no need to be depressed. Idia mutters “A person who can’t understand the human heart, Professor Riddle…” Idia adds his line wasn’t meant to be comforting, but he’d say the same thing if he was in Malleus’s position. Azul agrees. Not just Riddle, but Malleus, too. Azul doesn’t think he has the audacity to be depressed by such things.

Malleus continues to remain silent. However, the familiar red glow of the flowers appears. Sebek shouts at Malleus that there’s a flower creeping up on him. Trein can’t believe there was still a flower lingering by. Silver pleads for Malleus to dodge it. But, Malleus simply smiles.

Silver calls out to him, worried. Finally, Malleus speaks. He understands now. Everything Rollo said was a lie. As he says this, electricity begins to crackle around them. The skies rumble, and lightning flashes. Silver realizes they have a problem. Sebek adds that Malleus is angry. Deuce is shocked. Angry? Malleus was depressed…

Malleus continues. The exchange meeting, and his own personal invitation, it was all a hoax. A plot to trap him. More thunder crackles, loud and harsh. Malleus declares that he cannot forgive Rollo.

Idia notes that Malleus is incredibly mad. Azul asks who it was who said such a stupid thing. Please, take responsibility! Rook says Roi du Dragon’s cry is heartbreaking. It makes his heart tremble when he hears it. Ruggie says it’s not his heart that is shaking, but the actual ground.

While Malleus’s thunder and lightning continues to tear the heavens apart, and the boys are shitting themselves, Silver comments how pleased Malleus was to be invited to the exchange meeting. Because he was invited, Malleus made preparations and read lots of books regarding the City of Flowers. Sebek adds that Malleus even marked the date on the callendar, and counted down each day as he looked forward to the trip. (Awwww💔)

Anyways, Silver says that Malleus’s grief is immense now that he’s been betrayed. Sebek says it’s very saddening. Jamil can’t believe this is Malleus’s response when he’s forced into a desperate situation when he’s mad. However, Malleus is on a rampage. HE THOUGHT HE WAS INVITED!!! UNFORGIVABLE! ABSOLUTELY UNFORGIVABLE!!!

Another fierce flash of lightning goes off as thunder loudly cracks above. The NRC boys are beyond scared shitless right now.😬

#twisted wonderland #disney twst #twst spoilers #glorious masquerade

[writhe]

woke up and felt dreadful but i can’t have a life where dragging myself out of bed is a chore and i don’t like sleeping and i especially don’t like to lay around and i got up and i cooked a big breakfast & that changed how i felt and i had a a beautiful day

i read without worrying myself with the time. i took a walk and -begrudgingly- found 5 things to be grateful about while walking. i feel so steely and spiny and hopeless but pushing myself to consider even a glint of something other than futility nice. i’ve convinced myself the apathy is the natural progression of my state of being, that everyone gets here eventually. but if i want things to matter i have to start letting them, yeah?

it was a beautiful walk. i ran some errands after and i felt good and bright and busy. i had some accomplices in thievery & got some girl scout cookies. i’m in all black and chains and big boots and jewelry and spikes and a knife on my hip but i tried to be so polite with the kid. idk who she’ll grow up to be but i’d like to think children witnessing adults who grow up to have some sort of alternative lifestyle (vaguely punk yet pathetic freak with no prospects aside from a dog) partaking in a simple joy (like 4 boxes of cookies) is important. you’re like 10 right now and if things feel bad don’t forget you can make it weird 15 years from now and also just buy cookies whenever you want, yknow?

felt good from all this. screen printed. had some feelings.

took a break and visited friends who are working on a farming project. drank around a fire, sat in the dirt. it felt good. i’m shocked in how wanted i’ve felt by people recently. im trying to cling to that & internalize that i specifically matter to people. im trying to be more honest, a little. trying to tell myself that there isn’t a version of me my friends want aside from the one they know.

then, saw a larger group of friends, kind of serendipitously. 15-20 of them, all headed to a plot of land. i walked up to everyone staring at me, standing in the field they will grow on. greeted by smiles and some pleasantries. the sun was lower in the sky and painted everything gold and dreamy. something in me twisted. i’m a less fun drunk now & everything feels closer to the surface but i think i was okay. made small talk, everyone seemed happy. i want to let my guard down. i want to be able to actively listen to people again. i’ve been feeling really fixated on my presence in people’s lives being a point of dread or irritation & this gets in the way of being a friend or making friends, which is both selfish and unproductive. i don’t like that i feel this way, i don’t think i deserve to feel this, & i think it discounts a lot of the ways people show up for me

i feel like the world is calling to me, was that what i was being shown? i got a few sweet texts today independent from all this. it’s hard to internalize the good things people say about me & im frustrated that it’s become that way. i’m lucky i get all this. i’ve really just set myself in thinking i’m always in need of a correction or that it’s impossible for me to not to immediately overstep. it wasn’t always this way. it wasn’t always this way. people are trying to be gentle & i am going to try to believe them more

got invited to another fire, sundown now. drank more, but also forced myself to eat some dinner. the fire was nice. i feel like i creeped people out but it’s hard to tell. im so edgy now and i hate it. i’d been outside for most of the day at this point & was a little tired & i’d almost started crying while i was walking over which was stupid and almost embarrassing. but i’m glad i went to the fire! everyone loved halliwell. i was more standoffish and less funny than i’d like to be

talked to olive

walked home, it’s such a nostalgic walk and i feel it like a knife in my ribs. i’m living the the wreckage of some things and i need to know how to get out. it was brisk, but brisk like a spring night. the moon was low and huge and orange

today felt big and very full and like a lot was offered and i tried taking it all. i hope i did well. i feel (literally) filthy from a day of movement and sitting in the dirt and that feels good. i love my body & jacket carrying the scent of woodsmoke. halliwell is passed out next to me now. i am going to take a warm shower & in this exhaustion i hope i sleep well

i am going to try again tomorrow too