laylaswriting - Tumblr blog

[laylaswriting]

(x)

[laylaswriting]

my dad–also a writer–came to visit, and i mentioned that the best thing to come out of the layoff is that i’m writing again. he asked what i was writing about, and i said what i always do: “oh, just fanfic,” which is code for “let’s not look at this too deeply because i’m basically just making action figures kiss in text form” and “this awkward follow-up question is exactly why i don’t call myself a writer in public.”

he said, “you have to stop doing that.”

“i know, i know,” because it’s even more embarrassing to be embarrassed about writing fanfic, considering how many posts i’ve reblogged in its defense.

but i misunderstood his original question: “fanfic is just the genre. i asked what you’re writing about.” 

i did the conversational equivalent of a spinning wheel cursor for at least a minute. i started peeling back the setting and the characters, the fic challenge and the specific episode the story jumps off from, and it was one of those slow-dawning light bulb moments. “i’m writing about loneliness, and who we are in the absence of purpose.”

as, i imagine, are a lot of people right now, who probably also don’t realize they’re writing an existential diary in the guise of getting television characters to fuck. 

“that’s what you’re writing. the rest is just how you get there, and how you get it out into the world. was richard iii really about richard the third? would shakespeare have gotten as many people to see it if it wasn’t a story they knew?”

so, my friends: what are you writing about?

[laylaswriting]

These 🌹💐🌹💐💐🌸🌺🌹🌺🌷🌸💐🌺🌹🍫🌹💐🍫🍫🌹🌺🌸🌷🍫💐🌸💐🌺🌹🍫🌷🌷🌺🌸🌷🌺🌸🌺🌹🌹🌹🌷🌺🌺🌸🌺🌹🌹🌷💐🌸💐💐🌺🌹🌸💐🌸🌹🍫🍫🌺🌷🌹🍫🍫🍫 💐🌷r for my mutuals on this valentines day <3

[laylaswriting]

Bloodstream Chapter IX. - Pirate

MASTERPOST | Ao3 | Wattpad Title: Bloodstream Chapter IX. - Pirate Pairing: Killian Jones x fem!reader Word count: 1.6k Warnings: none Tags: drama, angst, mutual pining/tension Synopsis: Hook confronts reader about last night's events. A/N: I'm sorry I made you guys wait for so long. I got very insecure about this story and was not sure if I'll even publish the updates. The story will follow reader's story more in the future episodes and will include more backstory, so I'm sorry if that's not your cup of tea. I hope you'll still enjoy ❤

The next morning, she woke up with a terrible headache, like thousands of hammers were banging on her brain at the same time. She slowly blinked her eyes open to see her crewmates still sound asleep. It was still fairly dark; the sun didn’t rise above the horizon yet.

She decided to take a breath of fresh air, hoping it would ease the unpleasant feeling of being hangover for the first time in her life. She slowly walked onto the deck where she could only see Mr. Smee at the wheel. She nodded his way and he mirrored the gesture but they didn’t speak a word.

The chilly morning breeze caused a shiver to run down her spine as she stepped to the railing of the Jolly Roger, looking out at the seemingly endless sea. The first rays of sunshine shimmered on the water’s surface, painting the dark blue ocean in all shades of red and orange.

She heard the sound of heavy footsteps approaching the deck, coming from the captain’s cabin. She didn’t turn for a second – her feelings were all so mixed in her head. She wanted to confront him, to ask him all the questions she had in her mind. She wanted to earn some kind of reaction out of him. But after a short while she turned towards the sound of the voice, straightening her back before she spoke.

“Good morning, Captain.”

“Morning sailor” he replied with no emotion on his face. She mirrored his expression. “Don’t you have tasks to take care of?”

She opened and closed her mouth before she replied with a nod, averting her gaze from him.

“Then I recommend you get to them if you want to stay on the ship.” Without anything else left to say, he headed towards the quarterdeck to take the wheel from Mr. Smee, who then started with his daily tasks. His words cut through her skin and straight to her heart.

She headed down to the small kitchen area and started to organize the things in there. She kept stock of all the food they had – therefore she knew they had to stop by somewhere to get more supplies soon. Their food wasn’t going to last much longer.

That knowledge and his words from this morning settled in her brain and the fear of being abandoned in a random town made her worry grow by the moment. Would he really do that?

That night on the quarterdeck he said he wouldn’t just toss her out from the crew. But what if he changed his mind? What if she really was more of a burden than a useful addition to the crew? The thoughts in her head were so loud she didn’t even notice that Ribs entered the small kitchen only when his huge hands landed on her back in a gentle pat. At least he meant it to be gentle.

“You’re early, little man! Couldn’t sleep again?”

“You know it” she replied with a sad smile. He smiled back at her and grabbed the biggest pot off the ground. They didn’t speak much after that, but it wasn’t an awkward silence. It was a comfortable, warm silence between friends where they felt good in each other’s company without the need to say anything.

The days went by mostly the same – she thought. It was strange, the thrill and excitement of life as a sailor - a pirate -, washed away by the monotone daily tasks on the ship. She didn’t mind it per se, it just felt odd to think about how “normal” as a concept can change for a person so fast.

Chatter and the sound of footsteps filled the air as everyone else was getting up after a long night out and started to perform their duties. She said hi to James who also was battling a violent headache after one too many sips of rum last night. She chuckled and helped her friend out. Mr. Smee and the Captain were barking orders left and right at the crew, they needed to change directions and align the sails.

As she was pulling on the rope, she suddenly felt a hand wrap around her own and pulled with her. For a second, she didn’t register who it belonged to but after she saw the rings on his finger and his black shirt, her heart skipped a beat.

“I want to talk to you” he said in a low voice. She only replied with a nod and after she fastened the rope to its spot she followed after him into his cabin. Her heart stammered against her ribcage as she sluggishly moved towards the cabin. She hasn’t stepped a foot in there since that night.

It looked and felt the same, the smell of old parchment, paper and leather filled her nose as she stood against the door. He was looking at a map on the table, but she knew he wasn’t really paying attention to that. Nobody said a word for what felt like eternity.

“Look, I-“ she started, not knowing exactly what to say but he interrupted her.

“That song. You said your mother taught it to you?” He looked up from the map and she felt his eyes pierce through her soul. Lately she didn’t afford the luxury to make long eye contact with him, because every time she did her heart dropped into her stomach and this time was no exception.

“Well, she didn’t teach me. She just sang it to me when I couldn’t fall asleep as a child. I was very small when she died” she said, making a pause and swallowing hard to keep her tears at bay. “It’s one of my only memories of her.” There was a moment of silence after her reply, Hook just stood next to the table and stared at it.

“How did she meet your father?”

“What’s going on?” She asked and crossed her arms. Hook mirrored the gesture as he looked at her without saying anything for a moment. This whole scene was so strange – she thought. What was going on with him?

“Your mother. Was she a sailor? Your grandfather maybe? Where did she learn this song?”

“What? No. My mother, she lived all her life in our town.” Her heartbeat fastened at the implications behind his question. She got more confused by the second and just wanted answers about all this. What was so special about this song? “She could’ve heard it from some travelers.”

“That’s very unlikely.” He shook his head. “Your father lived there all his life as well?”

“Yes.” Her patience was growing thinner by the second.

“Maybe he lied.”

“What are you implying?!” She snapped, putting her arms on her hips while her eyes were throwing daggers at Hook. “That my father is a liar? That my mother was a pirate?! Because of one song?” She almost spat the word pirate, which made him close the gap between them with huge leaps and the next thing she knew was his arm next to her head, his body almost flushed against hers.

“Now-now, is being a pirate so bad?” He sneered, raising his hook next to her head. She felt her hand tremble and she wasn’t sure if it was because she was scared or because his presence made her head spin. “The lady didn’t seem to mind all this time, freeloading on my ship, eating my food, sleeping in my bed!”

His voice was roaring and it echoed back from the walls. He put his hook under her chin and lifted her head to match his gaze. His eyes were piercing into hers and she wanted to avert her look but she couldn’t. She was so angry at him – but she was also scared. Scared of being alone, losing her family once again. Losing him forever. No matter how angry she was at him or how distant he was, in the back of her mind she knew she wanted him close.

“That is not what I meant” she breathed as her heartbeat rose to the skies above.

“I’m sure you didn’t, love. If it’s so awful for you here, feel free to hop off next town. Shouldn’t be more than a few days.” He stepped away from her and opened the door of his cabin, signaling for her to leave. She swallowed the lump in her throat and headed to the deck with quick steps. Some curious sets of eyes were glued to her, but she paid no attention to them. She felt nauseous from the events that just unfolded, tears prickling her eyes from being so overwhelmed with emotion.

She stood next to James and leaned against the railing, gripping it so hard her knuckles turned white.

“Are you alright?” He asked as he put one of his hands on her shoulder.

“Splendid” she replied when they heard a voice coming from the quarterdeck. It was Hook.

“Get to work lads, we are headed towards a port at full sails! If all goes well, we should arrive in a day or two!” He gestured at the crew with his good arm and put his hook on his belt. His eyes scanned the deck and they lingered on her, his gaze piercing through her skull. James squeezed her shoulder and she averted her gaze.

The captain then left the quarterdeck and went back to the cabin, slamming its door behind him. She let out a shaky breath then went back to her duties. She was preparing to say goodbye to her friends once they hit the shore.

[laylaswriting]

[laylaswriting]

"I'm like the water when your ship rolled in that night Rough on the surface but you cut through like a knife"

[laylaswriting]

First ask, scared lol. Uhmm Hi I love ur writing could i get the NSFW Alphabet w/ Jinx? If not that totally fine!

Hi dear, don't be scared! ❤️ I wish I could give you a better answer for your first ask but I'm not taking requests atm 🥺❤️

[laylaswriting]

Idk if anyone actually cares about this but I just kind of wanted to share it. I know I haven't posted anything for a long while and that's because I haven't written in a long while.

I was really into my Killian x reader story and even started to develop it into more detailed story and stuff but I got a 'probably well meaning but pretty backhanded comment' on it and ever since I'm like frozen in my tracks about writing and completely lost every confidence in the story. And my writing.

I haven't written a single word ever since then and every time I think about writing that comment just comes to my mind because it makes me angry. I was also thinking about continuing the story but not publishing it online anymore.

I know I should probably just get over it but yeah. These were my thoughts and this is where I am in the past few months.

Love yous! ❤️

[laylaswriting]

Thank you so much @meliapis !!!🥺🥺❤️ I'll edit this post later to recommend some blogs myself but rn I'm only half awake🥲

𝐑𝐄𝐂 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓!

what is this? this post is an opportunity to recommend your favorite accounts, like a tag game. you don’t have to be tagged to join and if you aren’t still try to interact!

why does this exist? because tumblr’s algorithm isn’t the best at boosting accounts/posts, plus it’s a good way to self promote your work and others.

who i’m recommending are: @ughgojo @faeaura @izukulus @shoberri @xysthe @hoshiikos @happygoluckyalexis @dejwrites @itadores @a-blue-secret @jkoo-njoo

[laylaswriting]

[laylaswriting]

Why is it that it's always thinking about writing but never actually writing?

[laylaswriting]

[laylaswriting]

Stakeout

MASTERLIST | Ao3 Title: Stakeout Pairing: Jake Peralta x fem!reader Word count: 3.3k Warnings: smut, +18 minors DNI! 🔪 Tags: smut, rivals(?) to lovers (?), angry sex, hate (that I love you) sex, praise kink, unprotected sex, vag fingering, oral sex (fem receiving), dirty talk Synopsis: You and Jake are assigned on a multiple day stakeout. None of you are thrilled about this decision, but it ends differently than either of you expected. A/N: I don't even know, I was so unsure about publishing this I'm still not sure I won't end up deleting this later haha. Very self indulgent and slightly ooc for Jake as he'd never risk sabotaging his job but oh well this is smut so it doesn't have to be logical I guess? I hope someone out there enjoys this!

„With all due respect Captain, I really don’t think this is a good idea.” You said, sitting in the briefing room with the rest of the squad. You saw Boyle nod his head from the corner of your eye and you heard a groan from behind you. It was Jake.

“For once, I have to agree with (L/N). This is a terrible idea!” He agreed and put some unnecessary extra emphasis on the word “terrible.” You rolled your eyes.

“Detectives, let me remind you that this is a police precinct and not a high school classroom,” as usual Holt’s tone was calm and collected, and you heard Gina say an Ooh but it is! in the background as a reply to his high school comment. “You are expected to act as adults and follow my orders. You’ll begin the stakeout later today at the given location.” He closed his notes in front of him and nodded at the squad. “Dismissed.”

You shot a mean look at Jake, because surely this was all his fault, right? Putting you into this stupid scenario, causing you to feel embarrassed in front of everyone from the squad. You stood up from your chair and decided to be the bigger person, but unfortunately to you what you said came out rather petty than pleasant.

“I can’t wait to work with you.” You told him as he gave you a death stare before you walked out the briefing room.

You couldn’t really tell why but Jake annoyed the hell out of you. You worked at the precinct for so long that you couldn’t remember if it was always this way, but the way he always acted, always goofing around at seemingly inappropriate moments, the way he was seemingly so full of himself just was not it for you. And the rivalry of course. He always had to have the last word in everything.

And now you were assigned on a stakeout together to keep an eye on a drop site in the more run-down part of the neighborhood. You thought this might be the way Holt was trying to put you two in a “Get along T-shirt”. You weren’t so sure if it would work though.

When you arrived at the site later he was already there, tinkering with the surveillance equipment, facing away from you. You looked around in the small room, it looked like this apartment was abandoned for a while now, most of the windows were boarded in, the walls were icky. Your small station consisted of two makeshift beds and a few tables and chairs and a lot of equipment.

“I thought you’ll never arrive.” He said without turning towards you.

“Shut up.” You replied and tossed your bag on the floor as you walked towards him. “At least would you mind trying not to be insufferable for the next whoever knows how many days?”

“That’s a pretty bold request coming from you, but sure.” He stood up from his chair and turned towards you as he started to explain the details of your mission – which you already knew, because you two were in the same briefing when you got the information.

“I know all this. I was there too you know.”

“Oh, you were? Didn’t notice I guess.” That stupid grin was spreading on his face that annoyed you so much. You knew this expression – this meant that he was very satisfied with himself, the way he can play you like a fiddle and get a reaction out of you. You clenched your jaw and fought the urge to say something in return and instead you took a seat next to the table and opened your notebook. You decided to ignore him for the rest of the day. Only talk to him when you had to switch positions and it was your time to watch the site. The surveillance was set 24/7 but you two had to make sure that it was running smoothly and take extra photos of suspicious activity.

The sun started to set as the first day passed without anything happening. Jake was starting to get bored, he paced the floors all day, sat down, stood up, checked the fridge every 10 minutes. No matter how hard you tried he started to get the worst of you.

“Can you just stop please?” You blurted as you looked at him, your voice not as calm as you meant it to be. His head snapped in your direction as he raised one of his brows.

“Oh, I’m sorry, do I bother the lady?” He asked with a fake and very overdone British accent. You flexed your jaw as you exhaled to stop yourself from shouting at him.

“Didn’t you bring a book or something? Oh wait, I forgot you can’t read.” You stood up to face him and you couldn’t help but a smug smile spread across your face and you felt a weird satisfaction. He mirrored your expression as he quickly looked you up.

“Wow, you really think so little of me? It breaks my heart.” He said with a fake pout as he put his hand on his chest.

“This shouldn’t surprise you this much.”

“C’mon (Y/N), admit it that you love me.”

“Oh my God, shut up!” You raised your voice but tried not too much to make others hear you. You rolled your eyes and went to the table to check on something, hoping it would make him leave you alone. You realized this hope was futile.

You heard him step closer to you and therefore you turned around, but you didn’t realize he would be this close. You were stuck between the table and him, and you gripped the edge of the table not to lose your balance.

“What do you want?” You practically snarked at him. He looked at your face, searching it for a second before he let out an annoyed groan.

“I can’t understand why would they send me here with you. You’re the worst partner for a stakeout.” His words were nothing new, you thought you were used to his constant bickering and mean spirited comments towards you just as he was with yours. But for some reason you felt like this was the last straw.

“Oh right, forgive me for forgetting that you, Jake Peralta are the best detective on the whole world and everyone should be grateful that they get to work with your annoying ass!”

“I’m annoying? Says you who did nothing all day but annoy the hell out of me and not leave me alone?” He first put his hands on his hips but shortly after decided to rest them on the edge of the table next to yours, caging you between the table and his body. From this close you could feel his after shave and it made you light hearted. What the fuck? You thought as you felt your body heat up.

“I didn’t even talk to you all day, what the fuck Jake?” He was thinking about your words for a second before he moved in front of you, moving his head to your ear and his hand on yours. Your breath hitched at the contact and you were more confused than ever before. Your heart was beating rapidly in your chest as he was so close to you, closer than ever before. Inappropriate thoughts filled your head as you felt dizzy.

“So you think it’s not annoying,” he started in a voice that you barely recognized was his, “that you sitting there all day, acting like you hate me is not annoying?”

“I do hate you,” you replied quickly but your voice was much weaker than you intended. You felt his hand move from yours to the side of your thigh, slowly making it’s way up from your knee to your bottom.

“Do you now?” You heard the smile in his voice and you could picture the stupid smug grin on his face that you knew so well. “Then why didn’t you tell me to stop?”

You hated how right he was. You did hate him though. For being so distractive. For intruding your thoughts at every occasion, you let him. For making you feel like a high schooler when he would sometimes honestly smile at you. For filling your mind when you felt lonely at sleepless nights. You felt your body heat up and arousal wash over you. He finally looked at you again, his eyes darker than you’ve ever seen before.

“Fuck you.” You said through gritted teeth and tried to free yourself from your position but before you managed to do that, you suddenly felt his lips pressing onto yours and then everything came crashing down.

You threw your arms around his neck and buried your hands in his hair, tugging at it gently. He pulled you into him, away from the table and with one hand he cupped your cheek and with the other he grabbed your ass. His lips were soft – softer than you could ever imagine, and he didn’t waste no time to lick your lips, making you whimper. The kiss got heated very fast, your tongues were exploring each other and you bit down on his bottom lip, which made him smile.

He pushed you back towards the table and made you sit up on it, while still kissing you like a starving man. Your mind left all logic behind and all you could think of was him in front of you and the way he touched you. You spread your legs so he could stand between them which earned you a chuckle from him.

“If I knew all it would take for me to piss you off…” he said between kisses, it felt like his mouth never wanted to let you go. You let out an annoyed groan and bit his lip.

“You’re trying to tell me you could’ve been even more annoying?” You asked as you trailed your lips through his jawline and neck, nipping and suckling on it slowly. You felt your arousal pooling in your underwear as your body wanted more and more of him in this messed up situation.

“Oh dear,” he whispered as he started to trail his fingers up your inner thigh. “I haven’t even started.” HE grabbed both your thighs and pulled you closer to him, which made your still very much clothed core rub against his hard member. You let out a shaky breath which made him smile.

You quickly unzipped his hoodie and tossed it onto the floor behind him, followed by his t-shirt. You wrapped your arms around his back and pulled him closer to you, his skin burning against your palms. He was still kissing you passionately and had no intention to stop. His hands moved to the front of your blouse and he quickly unbuttoned it and tossed it next to the both of you, leaving you in your bra. He started to softly knead one of them and after a second he broke the kiss to look at you as he leaned down to press a kiss on your breast.

“You’re beautiful.” He said in a low voice and you felt your insides twist with anticipation and excitement.

“I didn’t think you’re capable of being nice.” You teased as he moved his lips to your neck.

“You better be a good girl,” he whispered into your ear and you let out a moan. “or I won’t be so nice anymore.” You couldn’t help but started to grind yourself against his dick. He bit down onto your neck and you hissed, which made him look at you and kiss you again. You decided you’ve had enough of this and quickly unbuckled his belt and pushed his jeans and underwear down. You bit your lip as you looked down at him.

He smiled at your reaction and kissed you again. You started to gently stroke him which made a groan find its way past his lips, and he slowly started to move his hips against your palm.

“Fuck.” He said and buried his face into the crook of your neck. His hands were slowly caressing your body, slowly moving from your breast to your side where his feather light touch would leave goosebumps in its wake. You felt your need grow bigger by the second as you squirmed under his touch.

“Jake,” you whispered, and he raised his head to look into your eyes. “Touch me.” He let out a sound that was half a moan half a groan before he quickly moved his hands to get rid of your jeans and panties in a swift motion, making you sit on the cold table. The contrast made you shiver before he embraced you again, kissing you passionately and grinding himself against your now bare folds. He then slowly moved his hand from your neck to one of your breasts, squeezing it gently before swiping a finger across your nipple. The soft touch made you squeal into the kiss which made him smile.

“You’re not so angry now, are you?” He asked in a teasing way as his hand continued his journey down your body. You shot him an annoyed look but it immediately faded away when his fingers found their way between your folds.

“Fuck, Jake.” You whispered and gripped the edge of the table so hard your knuckles turned paler. He moved his fingers between your folds, grazing your entrance up and down as you soaked them in your arousal.

“You’re so wet,” he started to say between kisses. “Such a good girl for me.” You absent mindedly grinded yourself against him, urging him to touch you more. You were so turned on you felt like another second without him being inside you and you would blow up.

Luckily, he understood your movements and finally pushed his fingers inside you. The sensation felt sudden and it ripped a moan from your lungs as he started to move them, slow and steady, pulling them out almost completely before pushing them back in until his palm grazed your clit. Even in your lustful haze you found it hard to believe this was happening. His fingers were fucking you so good, your own ones could never do him justice when you imagined this happening at lonely nights. You moved your hands and started to stroke him again. He moved one of his hands to rest on your neck as he kissed your lips gently, then moved to your neck, his teeth and lips left sloppy marks on your skin in their wake as he moved his lips to your breast, kissing it gently before he lightly bit your nipple. You hissed at the sensation, which made him gently swipe his tongue against it before kissing it again.

Then he kneeled down before you and started to kiss your inner thighs on both sides. His fingers continued their ministrations all this time, never letting go of you for a second. He looked up at you from between your legs and smiled, there was no sign of anger or hatred in his expression, what you saw was pure adoration. It made your heart flutter, the way he looked at you like you were the most beautiful and precious thing on the planet. The sight of him kneeling in front of you made your legs tremble and you felt yourself clench around his finger. He must’ve felt it as he bit his lip before he leant in to plant a soft kiss on your clit before starting to circle his tongue around it gently.

Your head fell back as you were overwhelmed by the sensation of his fingers inside you and his mouth on you at the same time. His tongue was moving in harmony with his fingers, lapping and circling around your sensitive bud in sync with his fingers moving inside you. You buried one of your hands in his hair, using the other to keep your balance. The sensation started to overwhelm you, the tightening feeling in your belly stronger with every passing second. Your mind started to become numb, all you could concentrate on was him, the feeling of his fingers inside you, his warm tongue on you. You tugged on his hair as you grinded yourself against his mouth, your high rapidly approaching.

“Jake, I-“ you gasped as he started to move his fingers a little faster, pushing them inside you a little stronger, your moans filled the air as you felt your orgasm wash over you, white overtaking your vision as the coil snapped inside you when you finally came. Your breathing was erratic and you needed a second to collect yourself, allowing Jake to stand up in front of you and position himself between your legs. You rested your head against his chest for a second as he hugged you and gently caressed your back, before you looked up at him and kissed him. “I want you to fuck me,” you whispered against his lips before you kissed him.

“Aren’t you a greedy little thing?” He smiled as he kissed you while positioning himself at your entrance before slowly pushing into you. The way he stretched you felt incredible. “Fuck,” he breathed. “So good for me.”

He waited a second before he started moving. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he pulled you closer to him, making you sit at the edge of the table. One of his hands were tangled in your hair, the other rested at your ass, pulling you into him. Each of his movements made you see stars, he filled you up so perfectly. You rolled your hips against him to meet his rhythm, allowing his dick to push even deeper into you, hitting your sweet spot with every movement. Your mixed moans and whimpers filled the air as he was fucking you mercilessly, and you adjusted your hands on his back and dug your fingernails into his shoulder.

He hissed by the sensation and bit your lip before he moved his other hand on your ass as well. His movements started to become sloppy and you knew he was close. You moved your hand from his shoulder between your legs and started to touch yourself. He groaned when he looked down at where he entered you.

“You’re so hot.” He said and kissed you again. “Come with me babe.” You nodded as no words came out your mouth, you bit his lip before kissing him, your tongues danced around each other’s as he fastened his movements, his dick hit your sweet spot every time he slammed into you. You felt your stomach tighten and you buried your face into his chest as his name fell from your lips like a prayer. His nails dug into the flesh of your ass as he gripped it so tight.

“Jake, I-,” you moaned but he interrupted.

“I know, me too.” He breathed and you felt the whole world crashing down, your vision turned white and your toes curled as your second orgasm washed over you. After a few seconds you felt his hips still as well as he buried himself deep inside you and rested his forehead against yours. The room was silent other than the heavy breathing of yours. You opened your eyes and saw his smile. You couldn’t help but smile as well.

“So,” he started and kept a short pause before continuing. “What is the title of our sex tape?”

“Oh, shut up!” You chuckled and hit his chest. He laughed as well and kissed you once more, cupping your head in his hands, like he’d want nothing else in this world.

[laylaswriting]

I’m always saying this but it’s so unfair that I need to write my own stories before I can read them

[laylaswriting]

Bloodstream Chapter VIII - A Song

MASTERPOST | Ao3 | Wattpad Title: Bloodstream Chapter VIII - A Song Pairing: Killian Jones x fem!reader Word count: 2k Warnings: none Tags: fluff, drama, angst, mutual pining/tension Synopsis: The secret is out, life goes on. A/N: I hope you enjoy loves. ❤ Any feedback is appreciated! Y/N sings THIS shanty which is We Shall Sail Together from Sea of Thieves.

She knew all along that when her secret was out, things would change. And they did, but not quite how she imagined. A few weeks have passed since her conversation with Hook on the quarterdeck. Her wound healed nicely and therefore she could participate in her usual duties like before the accident.

Nobody seemed to treat her all that different now – she earned their respect by saving their Captain’s life and becoming a great sailor since she first met them. She got her own hammock in the sleeping quarters instead of having to sleep on the potato sacks like she had to before. A few of them even apologized to her about being rude but she made sure to let them know they don’t need to treat her differently. The days went by just the same as they did before, except for one thing.

“You sure you’re up for it?” James asked as he gripped his sword and adjusted his stance. She nodded and mirrored his position. This was their first sword practice since the events on the beach.

“The people who almost killed me didn’t ask either, so I think I’ll be fine.” She smiled and cocked her head to the side. “Show me what you got.”

And so, he did. He felt bad about having to fight somebody with an injury like hers but he knew she was stubborn – and even if she was in immense pain, she would never let anyone know. So, he swinged his sword and clashed it with hers, which she dodged with quick elegance. He couldn’t help but smile at her determination before he attacked again from the side. She blocked the attack and then swung at him quickly, barely missing.

“Not too bad, given you haven’t fought in a while.”

“Don’t underestimate me, James.”

James saw the Captain from the corner of his eye. He was standing at the wheel, gripping it with his good hand so hard that his knuckles turned white. He tried to pay no attention to it, but couldn’t help his curiosity and wonder what the hell was going on. While he was absent minded, she tried to dash forward with her sword to win the battle but his reflexes were much better than that. He quickly sidestepped which made her almost fell forward. He grabbed her hand and helped her up.

“You have to stop doing this. You attack with too much weight and if it gets evaded you are an easy target. This is why you were almost killed.” She lowered her sword and pressed her hand against her ribs to ease her pain. He put his hand on her shoulder as he leaned to her. “But you did great. You’re just too hot headed.”

She chuckled at that before setting her sword aside. He did the same before turning back to her.

“Is your wound okay? Do you need anything?”

“No, I’m alright. I don’t break that easy, don’t worry.” She straightened her back and smiled at him. She only got to enjoy the silence for a second before she heard the Captain’s voice, making her flinch.

“Hey lazybones, I recommend you finish the rest of your duties if you want to get dinner!” He still stood behind the wheel, knuckles still white. She looked up at him, his expression was unreadable. He clenched his jaw before he quirked one of his brows and nodded at her to move. She looked at James.

“I’ll see you at dinner, then.”

“Aye.” He replied and started to pick up the swords and put them into their place before he moved on with his tasks. She headed under the deck to the kitchen but before she did, she sneaked a last peek at Hook. He already turned his back on the crew and faced the sea. She noticed he did that quite a lot when he was lost in his thoughts. Her tasks were mundane and quite boring – she needed to scrub the floor of the crew’s quarters and help Ribs in the kitchen to clean some pots and help with the dinner. At least she had good company – the older chef was one of her best friends in the whole world. He also reminded her of the people who would visit her father’s tavern and knew her since she was a little child running between the tables.

“Hey little man!” He said, the nickname stuck with her.

“Hey Ribs, I’m ready for duty!” She replied and sat down on her usual stool next to his table and took a pot in her hand and started to scrub with a wet rag. She absent mindedly did her task while she let her thoughts wander. She tried to bury her feelings deep inside herself but sometimes the sadness crept to the surface. She couldn’t help but she wanted to be around him. Even though he was distant and often times outright rude to her since that night on the quarterdeck, she couldn’t help but long after his touch, his words. She couldn’t keep him out of her dreams at night or her daydreams at moments like this. Her hands were scrubbing the pot in reality but in her mind, they were touching his face.

She hated herself for feeling like that – she felt it made her weak. And how could he love someone like her. Could he even love anyone at all? She felt like the world was slipping out from under her feet but she couldn’t show – let alone tell anyone. So, she toughened up and buried her feelings inside.

After she finished her work in the kitchen, she moved to scrub the floor of the quarters. The room was empty, everyone was on the deck or in the kitchen. She started to hum a tune in a low voice so no one would hear. She slowly paced back and forth with the mop, enjoying the time alone which was so rare nowadays.

The sun already started to set behind the horizon when she walked onto the deck again. Ribs was handing out the dinner portions and everyone settled in their usual place to eat and drink. She settled next to James and Ribs in her usual spot as she started to eat dinner along everyone else. The crew were telling tall tales, funny stories among themselves to entertain the long and boring evenings on the sea. While it was beautiful – it could get a bit boring sometimes, and that’s when people would just sit around in circles, drink rum and speak about things that were mostly stories to scare children away from the sea. Ghost fleets roaming the sea in search of their long-lost captain, tales about ships that would just pop up from under the waves to attack innocent sailors. These stories were always fascinating to her.

“I heard you sing earlier today.” James whispered to (Y/N). She gasped in surprise and looked at him. “Would you sing for us?”

She furrowed her brows and shook her head before another crewmate sitting next to them chimed in.

“Do I hear talks about someone singing?” That drew the attention of the whole crew. She felt flustered, she sometimes hummed a few tunes in the tavern while working but she never sang in front of people – let alone so many.

“I don’t really-,” she started but got interrupted by her blonde friend.

“Come on, I bet you’ve heard a lot of shanties from drunken sailors in your little town!” He said and looked at her with encouragement in his eyes. A second later others chimed in and asked for her to sing too. She looked up and tried to look at Killian but he was nowhere to be seen. She let out a loud sigh.

“Okay, okay. Your funeral!” She said jokingly. She rested her arms on her knees, fiddling with her fingers. She didn’t look up when she started to sing.

“Cloaked in folds of midnight waters, side by side, we sons and daughters,” the melody was slow and pretty, and her voice was the only thing that filled the air besides the waves crashing against the ship’s hull. The crew was silent as they listened to her continue the song. „We set forth for no king's orders but we'll sail together.” A few others joined the song when they recognized it at the chorus, and by the end it seemed most of the crew learned and sang the bittersweet melody together. She looked up at the quarterdeck and saw the Captain lean against the railing and look at her with furrowed brows. “…still until our bond is broken, we shall sail together.” They finished the song and before the last words everyone stopped, leaving her to sing them alone. It was haunting all of a sudden, the silence. Her heart was hammering against her ribcage as she looked around.

“Where did you learn this?” Killian’s voice pierced through the silence and made her heart jump.

“My mother,” she started but then stopped for a second. “She sang this to me as a lullaby before she died.” His gaze lingered on her a second too long before he nodded and straightened his back. The rest of the crew – now feeling good enough from the rum – started to sing different shanties as well, which she happily joined now.

Killian didn’t join the festivities, he stepped into his cabin and scratched his chin. He couldn’t get her voice out of her head, the way she singed that song. He knew it would haunt him in his dreams.

(Y/N) started to feel the rum get to her head as she was singing and dancing with the others, but she couldn’t help but be sad that her beloved Captain seemed so distant to her. She abruptly stopped dancing and started to walk towards Killian’s cabin, dumb determination took over her to confront him about everything. As she was walking, she felt someone grab her hand.

“Where are you headed, you little songbird?” It was James. She stood in place and furrowed her brows; her motives weren’t even clear in her own head.

“I just wanted to,” she opened and closed her mouth before continuing. “the Captain,” was all she managed to say. James laughed and pulled her back to the rest of the men.

“Don’t worry about him too much, he’s like that sometimes. Come, we’ll teach you another song.”

She nodded and followed him. He was probably right. What was she thinking anyway? What was she supposed to say? Confess her feelings? She didn’t even know what they were. Ask him why he was acting like that? She had no right to do that. So, in a way she was thankful for James for saving her from humiliating herself. The songs and cheerful laughter filled the night air before people got either too drunk or too tired and went under the decks or passed out on it. Eventually everyone was carried to their quarters and only (Y/N) remained, looking out at the sea.

“Are you staying?” James asked her on his way below the deck. She nodded and he mirrored the gesture before disappearing.

She looked out at the sea and she felt some strange feeling take over her. She couldn’t describe it, but it felt like home. She started to slowly sing her mother’s song to herself. Life felt surreal lately. She still couldn’t believe how she was there on that ship. She never thought she’d had to leave her hometown. Nor she ever wanted to. But here she was and despite all the heartache, it felt like founding her long lost family. She thought feeling this way was wrong – that she was betraying her father.

“… still until our bond is broken, we shall sail together.” She finished the song and looked around on the ship in hopes that he would be there. But he was nowhere to be seen. She sighed and climbed under the deck.

[laylaswriting]

Hell on earth people who romanticise summers need therapy fr

[laylaswriting]

I can't believe fanfiction is free. I need to pay for water, I need to pay for food, I need to pay for energy, I need to pay for LIVING. But I can read a couple of millions and thousands of stories about my favorite characters FOR FREE?

And of course that all couldn't been done without fanfiction writers. You guys are amazing! :')