#and I would kill for a blanket fort right about now

[gladumfdoodles]

[Day 50]

it's freezing in my house, so have a Grian in a blanket fort that I sketched

[yuri-is-online]

Here's a short list of things that I think would affect yuu (not from an omegaverse world) being in twisted wonderland (omegaverse au)

The scent thing. In my mind, everyone has a scent, including betas, theirs are just weaker. So how would Yuu, who has no scent, be classified? Would ortho or idia want to study them and see what's different between twst folks and earth folks? Scent is usually just noted in smut scenes, but it does have a larger role in most a/b/o stories. Mainly, it's how people communicate emotions. If you're happy, it shows in your scent. If your distressed, it shows in your scent. If your scared, excited, horny, anxious, it shows in your scent. People probably focus on scent when it comes to emotions before they focus on your face or body language. So figuring out what Yuu is feeling is probably a lot harder. It's even worse if Yuu isn't that expressive in the first place. Although it does make me wonder about how people try to hide their scents when their trying to be aloof or stoic...

Noises. This also ties into emotions, the more extreme ones at least. A/b/o twst people purr when their happy or content and growl when they're feeling territorial. Yuu might be able to growl, not very well but whatever. But purring? Yeah no. Not happening. Bless Jades heart he's trying so hard to give Yuu gifts they like and listening for a purr and it just. Never comes. Also imagine being Yuu and you're just getting growled at on a daily basis that's just gotta suck lmoa

Warnings for menstruation and omega heats 🤩 (also jade thinks his partner got SAed so HUGE TW). I personally think that TWST doesn't have periods. Mostly because I read Period Drama series by twstfanblog and was like "Yeah sure I'll integrate that into my belief system". So Yuus under a lot of stress right? Especially those first few months and overblots, so I think it's safe to say that an AFAB Yuus cycle would probably skip over those few months or even a year until everything calms down. And then boom! Ovulation! Jade thinks it's a preheat or a heat and is trying SO HARD to be respectful because they did not talk about this before hand and he doesn't know if he's aloud to "help" them the way he's wants to. Doesn't exactly help that Yuus throwing themself at him every step of the way and asking shit like "Hey if we have kids what would you name them :D?". Yuu is killing him. All in all though, it's a pretty subdue heat, they're not confined to their nest (a messy pile of pillows, blankets, and cushions that they impulsively made in Ramshackle one day) or anything, they can go to class and move around just fine (he doesn't let them though. He doesn't need any perverts possibly getting off or fantasizing about something only he should be fantasizing about), and unfortunately, they're not keeping him in their nest and letting him breed them until they forget their own name, so it all worked out just fine. And then about a week later, he goes to Sam's first thing in the morning to buy more snacks and comes back to the strong scent of his loves blood, only to find out that blood was coming from "the void" and they're curled up in pain, and crying. Yeah that was the worst moment of Jades life, actually. 0/10. Would not recommend. He almost killed several people that day 👍

Nests. Yuu doesn't know what the hell a "nest" is or why Jade freaked out so hard with joy when they made their shitty little pillow fort but hey! At least he's happy! Look at him! Just vibrating with joy! While he's sitting just outside the fort and is just... staring at them..... Is he not gonna come in? So now their scooching over and awkwardly patting the spot next to them- and Jades eyes just dilated SO HARD ok

Ruts and knots. The Fun Shit. Jade asked (very flusteredly) if Yuu would be willing to help him through his upcoming rut and Yuus like 🧍👍🧎. And it's a lot more intense than they were expecting. Bro is looking a half step away from feral as he carries Yuu over to the "nest" and just let's go fully shortly after they start. And Yuu is throughly enjoying it but also- isn't this a little much?!It's just a week of a bad Coleen Hoover novel where all they do is have sex and sleep! They ain't built for this! Honestly, they're just a doll for him at this point because there is not a THOUGHT behind those eyes expect for Jade and his dick and they ain't even mad about it!

That last section wasn't a question I was just thirsty. Damn this ask got long as hell shit.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH bless you. My lifespan... my strength... it is returning 2 me.

I think a lot of this could be cleared up with some communication, but at the same time poor Yuu wouldn't know what they were supposed to be communicating.

If scents are reflective of emotion and how people communicate, I would think they reflect people's personalities in the same way facial expressions do? So a particularly stoic person (like say Silver) would have a much more muted scent when he's happy than someone who is much more expressive (like Kalim.) Of the people who would be most distressed by Yuu's lack of scent, I think it would actually be Riddle since I could see him thinking it is a medical issue they need to get checked out ASAP. It would certainly isolate them from their peers even more than not being a mage would, making them a real alien as far as most people in Twisted Wonderland would be concerned.

Now. Jade. My beloved. I think after he manages to successfully court Yuu he would be very smug about this because he would be maybe one of the only people in Twisted Wonderland able to pick up on Yuu's unique body language. But that's in the future, now he's struggling because on top of no scent there's no purrs D:< He's fantasized about what it would sound like sosososososo many times and he is worryingly close to realizing that he's not above begging. He just wants some praise from his chosen mate... please...

lmao about the growling I just would not be able to take that seriously and probably make some dumb comment that would get my ass beat. But if it was really loud that would stress me out.

... oh poor Jade. In my head I am thinking of Yuu maybe having been told by a (concerned) adeuce that Jade is attempting to court them so they start trying to reciprocate (which does not help anyone's concerns) but they haven't really talked about what exactly that means yet. So by the time Yuu starts ovulating they're still in what Yuu might consider to be a "talking" phase? Because Jade hasn't asked to make things official? Whereas Jade is simultaneously on cloud nine planning the wedding and in the depths of despair wondering how best to continue his courtship efforts because oh he wants to help you with your heat so badly :c he's in a permanent state of horny grip the entire week and so tense. Yuu wonders if it would be too much to offer to help him relax since they aren't all that close yet so they figure they'll ask him some questions to see how he reacts and all that and he is extremely receptive but he still doesn't make a move, even if he does insist on talking to them around the pillow fort a lot?

Speaking of the pillow fort... I'm just picturing Jade sitting so pretty and heavy breathing while Yuu is sat there very confused because he is buzzing with excitement but they can't tell what kind. Man relationships are real hard so is jade when you add in alien biology and customs to them please let him help you hope you aren't doing something wrong? you could never please please please just one chance Yuu one chaaaaance

The period stuff... I don't think my mind would jump to SA but certainly some sort of attack and Jade being Jade, he would not let that stand. Thankfully no one actually gets hurt since Jade asks Yuu for names and they have a very strange conversation about reproductive biology. Oh so you are bleeding because you aren't pregnant? Well that sounds like such an easy fix~ And is probably when you finally have that talk about how horny he was all last week because he asks, very earnestly asks to help you through your next "heat" so you don't have to endure this pain again.

Since you were being thirsty allow me to share some of my... thoughts (￣▽￣||)

I feel like Jade would want to take Yuu in his merform at some point if not first because he wants them to think about it. He wants to ruin them for anyone who is not very specifically him and he is not shy about it, but alas the omega decides where to build the nest and you chose "poorly." Yuu is getting their guts rearranged while Jade bullies them about their poor nest building skills. It's ok, he just finds you so cute maybe he'll walk you through it next time? Sure he's never had to build a nest, never felt the need but he's sure if you follow his instructions nice and slowly you'll do just fine.

You wind up in Ramshackle's tub more than once. Just don't complain about not being able to remember most of it because he'll just take that as you wanting a redo. Say less, he's been good for too long anyway *smack*

[keerysfreckles]

stay here - mike schmidt

pairing: mike schmidt x f!reader

warnings: use of y/n and she/her pronouns (no movie spoilers bc i haven't seen it yet im just obsessed with mike) fluff! fluff! fluff! like one makeout scene but thats it

enjoy!

to say babysitting michael schmidt's little sister, abby, was easy would be a lie. mike called you earlier that day, right before his shift started, and asked if you could look over abby until he got home. at the end of the call he mentioned his hours were shorter, and earlier than normal, so he wouldn't be home too late.

it was currently eleven pm. abby's supposed to be in bed by ten-thirty, and nothing was working. y/n tried calming her down with a disney movie. she even colored with her in her makeshift fort in her room. but nothing worked, she was as hyper as ever.

"abby, please! we both know you're going to be tired tomorrow and you have school," y/n pleads.

"but i'm not tired," abby groans, rolling over dramatically on the couch.

"you know what? fine. i'll just tell mike you weren't listening to me," y/n sends abby an evil smile. abby perks up, and sits up to lean on the arm of the couch to look at y/n.

"no! no no no! he said if i was good all week he'd buy me something from the store."

y/n crosses her arms and leans against the hallway wall, opposite of the couch. "looks like you're going to have to listen to me afterall."

"but i'm still not tired," abby groans again, but walks over towards y/n.

y/n looked down at the girl in front of her. she saw the small bags under her eyes, and noticed her eyes kept closing every so often.

an idea popped into y/n's head, "why don't you go lay down, and i'll be in in ten minutes, yeah?"

abby nodded, confused by the request, but still nodded nonetheless and walked down the hallway and towards her room. y/n watched for a moment before abby was fully inside her room. she knew abby was most likely to fall asleep once her head hit the pillow. now she only had to kill two hours until mike would be home.

y/n and mike have known each other for three years. y/n moved into the one story house that was unoccupied in mike's neighborhood. the town wasn't used to newcomers, so of course y/n was the talk of the town for her first two weeks there.

it wasn't until a month later when y/n was on her morning run on a saturday, and had bumped into michael. she was instantly confused when she noticed he was in his work uniform, and on the way back to his house. the two made light conversation, and ended up at y/n's that night for a movie marathon.

about a month after that, mike knocked on y/n's front door, and properly asked her if she wanted to go on a date with him. of course the girl agreed, and that was the first date of many for the couple.

which leaves y/n in the position she's in - babysitting abby.

when mike and y/n officially started dating abby interrogated the girl. asking her a bunch of questions, some more personal than others, which mike quickly interjected. abby gave mike the idea of having y/n watch over her, instead of having to pay random strangers. mike obviously agreed.

y/n settled herself on the couch and put on a random horror movie that was on tv. she couldn't even get past the opening as her eyes closed and her body went limp from tiredness.

she grabbed the blanket at the other end of the couch before fully letting sleep embrace her.

the only time y/n woke up was when she heard the doorknob rattling. she turned slightly, to look over the back of the couch, and saw her boyfriend walking through the doorway.

"shit, were you sleeping?" mike asked, taking off his jacket and throwing it by the front door.

y/n sat up and rubbed the sleep out of her eyes, "yeah, but i can go. abby's asleep so i did my job pretty well," she chuckles.

"thank you again. and you know you can stay babe, i don't mind the comapny," michael smiles.

y/n couldn't help but notice how on edge mike looked as soon as he walked inside.

"are you okay?" she asks softly, still sitting on the couch.

mike nods as he sits down beside her, "yeah, just a long night." he leans over and kisses her cheek, causing y/n's cheeks to turn pink.

"do you want to talk about it?" y/n moves her leg to rest her chin on her knee, as mike's eyes glaze over the tv screen before turning fully towards his girlfriend.

"william was just on my ass before my shift, and vanessa had so much energy tonight, i just couldn't handle it. and it felt like time was going so slow tonight," mike's voice was quiet. y/n could tell he had a rough night as he rubbed his eyes.

y/n leans forward and turns off the tv, making mike slightly confused. "is there anything i can do to cheer you up?" y/n stands in front of mike and holds her hands out. he immediately takes her hands in his as he stands with her. mike leans forward and kisses y/n's forehead.

"can you just stay here tonight?" mike's voice almost seems desperate, as if y/n's presence was the only thing keeping him going right now.

y/n nods, "i'll always stay if you ask me to," she smiles as mike closes his eyes and rests his forehead against hers.

"was abby okay tonight?" mike asked, pulling away, but still keeping their hands connected.

"she was good, until trying to get her to go to bed. but you didn't hear that from me," this caused mike to let out a small laugh.

the couple, with one of their hands linked with each other's, went down the hallway. mike stopped y/n and opened abby's bedroom door quietly. y/n stood beside mike and held onto his arm with her free hand, resting her cheek on his shoulder.

the pair were met with abby sleeping under her blanket. small snores escaped her lips. y/n leaned up and kissed mike's jaw, before whispering, "c'mon, i know you need sleep just as much as she does."

y/n pulls mike into his room, which was at this point their shared room. mike had two drawers of his dresser specifically for y/n, vice verse in y/n's room. mike stepped into the bathroom and they both got ready for the night, in the most comfortable clothes they own.

y/n was already laying down under the sheets once mike came out of the bathroom. even laying there, he thought y/n looked so effortlessly beautiful.

"why are you staring at me like that?" y/n asks as she watches mike slide into the bed next to her.

"what? i can't stare at my pretty girl?" mike leans forward and kisses y/n on the lips, as he brings his left hand to her cheek. he rolls over, so his right arm is on the mattress, as he hovers over y/n. her hands move to his waist, slowing moving to his lower back.

their lips molded with one another's, and y/n could almost sense the stress leaving mike's body.

mike barely pulled away, leaving little to no space in between the two, "i love you so much."

y/n smiled, "i love you too."

she leaned up to kiss him once more, and mike playfully rolled his eyes while moving to lay down beside the girl. mike loved falling asleep while holding onto y/n's waist, because he knew she was safe.

[volturissideslut]

What if the Humans adopt a child just to see what’s so special about humans and why the Cullens like them so much, not knowing how troublesome a 8 year old can be?

𝖁𝖔𝖑𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖎

strap in because this is going to be one hell of a ride (also I'm assuming asker meant volturi adopt a chaotic human child)

Aro, ever the curious one, cannot even fathom why dear Carlisle cares so much for these... creatures

And it's been like over 3000 years since he was human and he can't really remember much about living

It would also help if it would stop making Marcus be such a miserable slab of stone, and perhaps even Caius could do with a new toy

It just seemed like destiny when an 8 year old child strayed from the feeding group one day, too entertained by chasing a fat tabby cat that had jumped the wall to the garden

Whatever parent or guardian that came with seemingly hadn't noticed - not that they were alive long enough too

And, of course, Felix was the one to deliver the child to Master Aro considering he's the only one with a modium of decorum or respect for life in the castle

Any of the other guards would have eaten you on sight to be honest (they wouldn't in the future but you're just some random human child right now, they don't care about you yet)

Aro takes one look at you're little form, sticky fingers; muddy knees; grazed elbows; a leaf in your hair

Perfect

They're keeping you

easy, right?

wrong

Why is a overexcited yet hysterical human child such a lovable inconvenience, you may ask

well

1) none of them can fully keep track of you're emotions,why are children so confusing???

2) they can't fully keep track of your whereabout either

"HOW ON EARTH DID YOU GET OF THE ROOF YOU HEATHEN CHILD" - Caius probably

3) they know nothing, and I mean nothing, about humans. Expect them to ask the secratery for help next time you're sobbing, only to find out you're hungry because they haven't fed you a proper meal in days thinking you'd forage for it yourself

I swear Marcus is the only one who is knowledgeable, despite how small it is

"the child requires sustinence again" - Jane, fed up of this shit

4) they're used to the traumatic stuff of vampire life, you are not, they don't realise that

poor kid is gonna be so traumatised, by the age of 10 killing someone over cereal seems socially acceptable

At least Caius actually has a soft spot for you, otherwise you'd be dead dead by now

Marcus reads you bedtime stories

Aro wants you to grow up appreciating everything he does, there are many 'daddy/daughter dates' where he takes you to see plays, musicals, concerts, or whatever that he deems suitable

Caius pretends to be impressed with your drawings and fakes excitement at whatever lego monstrosity you've made

Alec shows you the world, taking you around on his days off to Scotland, Brazil, India or wherever you randomly point to on a map

Felix let's you use his cloak as a blanket when he's not using it, you like to play with it and use it for dens and pillow forts (it can also be used as one of those massive fabric parachute tent bubble thingys the class played with in nursery/FS1/kindergarten and hid under (you know what I'm talking about))

Demitri let's you win at hide and seek despite his gift letting him know where you are at all times. He is also not above pretending to play to keep you out the way and quiet for a solid five minutes before you come out giggling saying you won again

Jane will capture butterflies and set them free with you because she knows you love them and you also love to chase them

The queen's are always dressing you up like a doll and doing your hair, they basically get a list from the secratery of everything humans need (food, water, socialising etc) and fulfil those needs for you

The secratery is the only one who actually knows what you want and need most times, being human herself. The kings are seriously considering turning her instead of just killing her you your sake

And God forbid anyone touches their precious baby, you've grown on them and they'd burn the world for you in an instant

[jujitto]

▬▬ [𝗘𝗡𝗛𝗬𝗣𝗘𝗡] QUARANTINE W/ YOU

HEESEUNG, quarantine with him would be the most chill quarantine of your life. the two of you are usually lounging around either watching movies or playing video games. the two of you are occasional bakers which started during quarantine. karaoke and dance competitions would be a thing in the house as well as nap cuddles. quarantine with the two of you is something you both enjoy and you guys get to spend some much-needed time together.

JAY, at the beginning of quarantine, you guys were just how you were before. though when it finally hit you guys that you couldn't go out of the house it was around week 10. though you both didn't say it you guys knew that you both would annoy the living daylights out of each other and that's just what happened. you would always pick on jay for no reason while he ignored you. at one point you guys acted normal which consisted of you guys eating junk food, watching nonstop anime marathons, and online shopping. quarantine for the most part would be nothing but the norm for you two.

JAKE, your quarantine where it would be mostly him trying to encourage you to do fun things with him. around the second week of quarantine, you kind of warmed up to the idea of doing something fun. quarantine with jake would be hella funny because this boy would just have jokes for days. there is no doubt in my mind that you guys will have a talent show and just for the fun of it too. jake is your #1 cheerleader/hype man for just about everything. i feel like jake would have a checklist for all the fun things you guys could do while stuck in the house. layla is with y'all so don't worry about that. with having two chaotic puppies in the house with you for quarantine I'm sure you'll find something to do.

SUNGHOON, sunghoon would try his best to enjoy quarantine with you. yes, I said to try his best. deep late-night conversations because like where y'all gotta go in the morning? staring contests which sunghoon would most definitely win unless you cheat. quarantine is the best time for changes. you decided to change your hairstyle so many times meanwhile sunghoon was just sitting there watching like this 🙂. 24/7 surprise kisses like mans could be watching a movie and you would be right there just to kiss him before going to do whatever it is you were doing. at some point during quarantine, he hid from you just to get peace for himself. but you found him eventually and you guys had a quiet picnic in the backyard. quarantine is soft and cute but please let this man breathe some.

SUNOO, you poor baby. you are going to be struggling during quarantine with sunoo. this boy just won't let you breathe with his sassiness but don't worry you'll be right there keeping the same energy. from day one you guys are clowning one another. at some point he gets tired of it all and just wants to cuddle. cuddling takes up most of the day as he wraps his arms around you and lays his head on your shoulder. big fat cheek kisses become a thing during quarantine also star gazing. disney movie marathons are a must with you two. you going bankrupt from the amount of money spent on takeout. doing his makeup all pretty and having runway shows. a fun and somewhat iconic way to spend quarantine with sunoo.

JUNGWON, now jungwon our precious leader of Enhypen has no problem staying in the house especially since it meant he had you all to himself. quarantine is where the iconic moment where you killed him on among us happened. he didn't speak to you for like a few days after it happened. once he gets over it you guys are back to what you were doing which was either cuddling or making goofy faces at each other because I feel like that is something you guys would do. doing his hair is a must and you bought little hair barrettes and clips for him. blanket forts are a thing, especially ones decorated with fairy lights, comfortable pillows, and tons and i mean tons of snacks. Oh and don't forget about playing animal crossing because that's something you guys do too. but being yourself you trapped him and stole from his little village. quarantine was a time when you gave the poor boy tons of headaches and betrayals but he would do it all over again if he had to.

NIKI, quarantine with mr. nishimura riki would be the most chaotic and yet funniest quarantine ever. you guys would be playing childhood games like marbles, tic tac toe, tag, and hide and seek but during the hide and seek game you would get the jump scare of your life because niki is a menace. cooking should not be something you guys do because of you burned ramen. how do you manage to burn cup ramen?! 🤦🏾‍♀️. niki also telling you ghost stories is a must. during the entire story time you're either like this 🤔 or 😨. pick your side babes. during the entirety of the quarantine, there will be an ongoing prank war happening between you two because that's just what chaotic weirdos do. there would be a brief intermission in the war for you guys to stop and chill. you guys would cuddle and act all cute towards each other before continuing your war. overall quarantine with you two is just simply the most chaotic headassery shit ever.

[moeitsu]

The Tie Which Linked My Soul To Thee

Summary: Kate is not immune to the dangers of the land. No matter how much she loved it, the land will never love her back.

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Trigger Warning: Graphic depictions of violence and disturbing imagery. If you do not like depictions of war and torture please proceed with caution. I did heavy research for this chapter, but please know it is entirely FICTIONAL. The characters are not real, but the events are based on real American history. Tags: Arthur Morgan/Original Female Character, Widowed, Original Character, Mutual Pining, Slow Build, Eventual Smut, Eventual Romance, Fluff and Angst, Hurt/Comfort, High Honor Arthur Morgan, Friends to Lovers, Child Loss, Trauma, Canon-Typical Violence, Arthur Morgan Does Not Have Tuberculosis, Arthur Morgan Deserves Happiness, Chubby Arthur Morgan, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence

Ch 7 - The Sun Can Never Dip So Low

1890

I knew I was going to die. 

If the arrow in my side does not take me, then the man who rides the horse I lay across surely will. 

I felt no pain. Perhaps it was the fever of the fight. But it didn’t hurt. I thought of screaming and thrashing, but I thought better of it. As my father would say, ‘The one good thing about problems, is they’ll still be problems later. Don’t need to deal with them right away.’

Either way, I was still going to die. 

If only my father had taught me how to survive the frontier. I know now that you must learn to recognize those who won’t survive, and be wary of their doomed decisions. They are to be avoided at all costs. Because their fear is tragedy’s closest cousin. And tragedy is contagious in this place.

My mind was snuffed by a white blanket of fear, but somehow I prayed, and prayed, and prayed. But God had already abandoned me, perhaps he never loved me at all. My life had been an endless cycle of taking, why would it stop taking now. 

I had no idea where the man was taking me. I did not speak his language. I had heard stories about the wars between the Indians and Englishman. But I did not have a way to tell them I’m not a part of it, but I knew somehow if I could it would not matter. War will turn men into predators, and women into prey. 

Only days ago I felt like I was drowning under a waterfall, but now I see this is the real river of death.

The adrenaline had begun to leak out of my body along with the blood from the arrow. I watched in a blurred haze as the droplets disappeared into the ground as the horse took us swiftly through the dark forests. The pain began creeping in along with the darkness as I blacked out. 

When I woke I found myself laying on the dirt of a fort, the sound of Englishmen talking with the Indians brought me out of my haze. I thought I had been saved, I wanted to yell and scream for help. But the conversation did not sound pleasant, I could barely make out the figure of a man who must be a general and another who must have been the chief. To my surprise, I saw a young Indian woman standing behind the general, her wrists bound. She looked my age, but deathly beaten and ill. My throat closed in. 

The chief's voice rose in anger and I watched him point at me, then at the woman. After a moment the general waved his hands, and the girl was unbound and brought to the chief, he swiftly lifted and cradled her. I knew then it was his daughter. At the same time one of the general's men came walking in my direction and I realized I wasn’t being rescued, but traded. One woman for another, and eye for an eye. 

I thought death was better than being a prisoner, as my mind raced with panic. I almost begged the Indians to turn back and kill me. 

There must be a heaven, because that night I knew I had entered the gates of hell. Crawling on my hands and knees into the belly of the beast as he took me in his bed. Night after endless night. 

My days had turned into nights, and I no longer saw the point in living. Like my eyes had become devoid of color, and the world turned black and gray. Instead of praying to be rescued, I prayed my injury would kill me. 

There were other prisoners in the fort, mostly Lakota men. I bore no hatred for their people, but entirely my own. Their greed so suffocating they took the daughter of the chief, an innocent girl who had no part in their war. And turned her into a shell of herself. All in the name of greed. It was always greed. 

I thought my life couldn’t have any more surprises for me, that it must end here. But my life was about to change yet again. 

I noticed one of the other prisoners began watching me, then leaving behind extra food and water for me. After a few days, he approached me. 

“What is your name?” he asked, his accent thick. Like my language did not fit right in his mouth. Unlike his own.

“Kate,” I answered. Surprised to hear my own voice after days of torture, “what’s yours?” 

“Egwani,” he said, “or in your language little river. That wound in your belly is going to get infected.” River nodded at the small purple wound on my stomach . The general's men had cauterized it, but my body had been rising with a fever for the past two days. 

“It’s already infected.” And I hoped it would kill me quickly. 

River shook his head, “I can help you.” 

“Why would you help me?” Not that there was any hope for me anyways. Even if he stopped the infection, I was still stuck in this hell. 

“That woman the white man traded you for, she is my wife.” 

A chill ran down my spine. I did not want to think about what they did to her infront of him. 

“You gave your life to save hers. So I will save yours.” He said sincerely. Not that I had a choice in the matter, but still. If one woman came out of this alive, then I guess my death would have some meaning to it. 

“Even if you stop the infection, these men will kill me. There’s nothing you can do, I’m going to die here.” My voice betrays my thoughts. Desperation creeping its way into the cracks. Inside I wanted the pain to end, I wanted my suffering to cease. But I was still terrified, beneath it all I longed to return home. Pretend none of it happened. Return to my old life with my family. But that version of me no longer exists. 

River chuckled softly. 

“Is something funny?” The last thing I needed was to be shown kindness and then mocked. Like the general’s men had not degraded me enough. 

“You are stubborn like the Amicalola,” he smiled. Why was he smiling? Had he not suffered just as much as I had? He must have seen his wife beaten nearly within an inch of her life, and he could do nothing, yet he was smiling at me now. 

The pain in my body made my words come out bitter and sharp, “I don’t know what that means.”

“My people’s word for waterfall. You are strong like one too. It is a good name.” 

I scoffed, how incredibly wrong he was. 

“I’m not,” I stated with a groan. My head throbbed from the fever and my body was cold from the chills as the infection raged through my insides. 

“I can give you medicine. And when my people return in a few weeks, I will escape and take you with me.” He explained. 

“I think I’d rather you just kill me now,” I said, closing my eyes. The world around me was spinning in a dark haze, gravity pulling my body down with my thoughts. 

“You could have killed yourself days ago,” River began, “you could have taken a rope to your throat, or a knife to your heart. But you did not,” I opened my eyes again and looked at him, “that is how I know you are strong. Your will to live is burning through you right now with a fever.” 

My eyes filled with tears, and my throat suddenly felt thick. For the first time in what felt like forever, my heart began to fill with hope. River closed the gap between us and placed a gentle palm on my forehead, feeling the heat of my skin. 

“I have watched you turn towards the pain as it tears into you. I have seen the way you survive, these men think they have taken everything from you. But you have not let them devour your soul.”

“I could do nothing to stop them,” I croaked. Hot tears spilling down my cheeks like water through a dry creek bed. 

“Sometimes, there is strength in surrendering. But you have surrendered nothing to the pain. I see your tears, but you do not weep,” he brushed a thumb over my wet face, “you are a warrior.” 

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True to his word, River’s men showed up exactly two weeks later. But before that, he had given me a salve mixed from honey and sage and rubbed it over my arrow wound, as well as the numerous others I had accumulated in my time here. He also gave me an herbal tea for the infection, and by some miracle it was working. Each day I felt my strength returning to me. 

River took beatings for me, when I could not walk or do chores. Or simply when the men felt like taking their frustrations out on another human being. And I felt incredibly guilty for it. But he always assured me that I needed to save my strength for the real fight, when his people came. Yet nothing could have prepared me for what was about to unfold. 

They came under the cover of night, and used the forest and mountains to their advantage. They brought the fire, as the fort was made entirely out of wood and before long it became a fiery prison from hell. I knew our escape would not be easy, even with the help of Rivers' men. I had my strength back, but no knowledge of how to actually fight. I was lucky enough to escape with just a burn on my calf. 

It had been a bloody massacre, and the men fought savagely. The Lakota people came with arrows and tomahawks and spears, and I watched as they made the men of the fort suffer. It brought a sickening joy to my heart, to see the men who had raped me have their skulls crushed and insides ripped apart. It felt like justice. 

We lost people on our side, too many. None of the other prisoners had made it out alive. And I grieved for the other girls of the camp who did not make it like I had, it felt unfair. But we managed to escape. After hours of blazing rage, River swiftly lifted me onto the back of a horse, and together we rode far away from the fort. Only a few of his people escaped alongside us, as we left behind their final resting place. The numbing shock of war is behind me now, and hope has taken its place.

His men had informed us that his tribe had moved to the bottom of the Tennessee river, to escape the constant attacks and find refuge further west. So that is where our journey took us. As if life had still granted me the irony of continuing west, despite all the horrors I had faced to get there. 

It took us nearly three months. We traveled through the Appalachian trails and the journey was not easy. We lived rough, and we lived hard. I felt like a burden most days, as I knew I was slowing down their journey. I was still not entirely healed, and some days I felt I did not have the strength to travel at all. But River was patient, and never made me feel like it was my fault. 

He taught me how to hunt, how to fish, and how to set traps and skin animals. He even taught me some of his language, but most importantly he taught me how to survive. 

“When we kill an animal we must use all parts of it, to honor it. These creatures are innocent, and when we kill an innocent we become a little less of a man, and a little more of an animal.” He told me as he demonstrated how to properly skin a rabbit. 

Death is something we share with all creatures; rabbits, birds, horses and trees. It's everywhere, and eventually it will take everyone. Just as it had taken everyone who had loved me. Even as the stars die, we cannot run from it. 

Despite his people running from war, they could not escape death either. We arrived at River’s tribal camp, along the bank of the Tennessee river, and it had been reduced to ash. We were too late, or perhaps we were lucky, this could have been our fate too. River, and the men who came to rescue us, were the last of his people. I saw something dark enter him that day, as he held the charred bones of his wife and child. The woman whom I gave my life for, all for nought. As I stood there, living and breathing, and she did not. Their entire family history, wiped clean from the earth. 

His rage became the oil to my flame, I felt his anger mix with my own deep in my soul. All this death we had endured. Intertwined our fates like loops on a chain that bound us like shackles. But it was our grief that kept us on a tight leash. River sought revenge and justice, while I yearned to take from the world what it had taken from me. Together, we would instill fear into the heart of every man who crossed the land.

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Kate McCanon died the day I met River. What stood before him now was the Amicalola, the waterfall. I became a woman unrecognizable. 

Like many rivers, their journeys start with quiet beginnings, but as they are nourished by the waters of experience, they gather strength, flowing swiftly and deeply towards their desired path. If you follow their course and witness where they converge — they become a creature of beauty as well as fury. I became the waterfall: untamed and unbridled, sweeping away all in my path with wild abandon.

River made me into a warrior, and with each life I took, the world felt my turmoil. Anger guided my blade, for the world had stolen my family—my husband, and my daughter. It robbed me of myself, leaving me with nothing to lose. 

“Our purpose is to ensure our enemies' fear is greater than their greed,” he told me. We hunted poachers, bandits, and thieves. But his rage was never satisfied. 

He taught me how to kill, how to torture. How to fight with weapons capable of horrific fatalities. And I welcomed it with open arms. We fought and killed together for several years before I would begin to lose myself to the bloodshed. 

We were hunting a group of poachers, when we came upon what we believed to be their camp. River was the first to drag a man from his tent, a knife already in his side. He would ask questions, and then kill him slowly. His fate sealed the moment we found their tracks. The man claimed to know nothing, but we were not convinced. And it wouldn't matter anyways, we would kill everyone in the camp. Just for the sake of it.

“What you take from the land will be taken from you. Know that I am the land, and the land is killing you.” River spoke in his native tongue as he slit the man's throat. Sickeningly slow. He would choke to death in his own blood. 

A sound came from the man's tent and a figure emerged, I drew my bow, ready to release it as they stepped out. The moment a child appeared, I wished then that I had the strength to kill myself back at the fort. I had turned into a monster. 

My heart was in my stomach as a little girl cried for her father. What have I done? I had almost killed a child. And we just killed her father, I realized we had been at the wrong camp. And I had just doomed a mother to be a widow, and a childhood to be ruined. I might as well have handed my fate over to them.

River stood before me, his face shadowed and his eyes vacant. The man who once filled my heart with hope now dwelled in darkness himself. At that moment, I knew I had to leave. I could no longer fight alongside him; our path led to a place from which I could not return. Like Persephone, Queen of the Underworld, yet born under the light of Spring, I too would journey down the river Styx.

He did not resist my departure. River assured me I would always be welcomed among his people, and if I desired, he would take me as his wife. For years, River had been my strength, and I his, but now I was leaving him—to salvage what little I had left of myself. 

After calming the child, I made a solemn vow to reunite her with her mother. This marked the beginning of my journey to break the cycle, and seek redemption for what I had done. It would also mark the end of my journey as a warrior. As we parted ways,  he whispered a message into the wind. I could not tell if it was a goodbye, or a promise, or a warning. In his tongue he told me “follow the rivers, and they will take you to the waterfall.” 

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AN: I seriously appreciate all the love you guys are showing for this story. It motivates me to write more, and I'm truly having so much fun with it. Thank you! <3

[x-liv25-jamieswife]

Hey there gal! Could you pl do headcanons of how tig characters would react if jameson got kidnapped? And maybe the same for Avery too. TYSM!!

people's reaction to jameson getting kidnapped head canons

of course! i absolutely loved doing the grayson one. i apologize for any spelling mistakes. hope you like it!

avery:

she'd be hyperventilating the entire time thinking that jamie was dead in a ditch with no clothes somewhere bc she knows thats a fucking possibility with how careless jamie is.

she would not sleep until she found him. she'd be up with the police or alone looking over all of the clues over and over again. she'd pass out due to exhaustion at some point.

she would smack jamie so hard the second they found him. she would not let him live it up.

she'd be complaining about how incompetent the police (and some of the family members) is and how 'no one can do anything right nowadays'.

she'd definitely be working with grayson most of the time cause two brains are better than one.

grayson:

like i said, he's working with avery bc he's so nervous he can't work on his own without panicking.

he'd stare at the wall blankly cursing jamie for 1. making his life more complicated and bc 2. jamie might be pranking them, and, if he is, grayson will kill him

following the last head canon, he's pondering over what way he should kill his brother.

he's ordering everyone around like he's in charge of an army. everyone is terrified.

after they find him, he complains to jamie about how he ruined his skin bc, while he was gone, he couldn't do his skincare and he kept picking at his face (jamie now owes him new skincare)

xander:

in the corner praying for jamie to come back in one piece. he's not even religious.

trying to distract himself by thinking about what percy jackson cabin every one would be in.

he's calculating the probabilities that jameson is currently in a strip club against his own will in a thong dancing for old women (he comes to the conclusion that there is a 20.9% chance and everyone is shocked but also thinks it makes sense cause jamie would totally get himself in that situation due to his carelessness)

he made a pillow fort to hide himself in because grayson is scaring the shit out of him. he also made scones and is inviting everyone in for a tarot card reader (skye taught him how to. canon, he said in tig)

he's biting his nails in the back but then starts crying bc he doesn't want to ruin his cuticles.

nash:

locks himself in a room and screams in a pillow for 20 minutes bc he's tired of everyone and everything.

has to head to the store to buy xander cuticle oil bc he's panicking over the fact that they're ruined (he canonically oils his cuticles, he said it in tig when talking about what skye taught him)

grabs onto libby's hand and does not let it go until he finds jamie. she's his emotional support cuddle person.

starts chewing his cowboy hat (like in tbh) bc he's so nervous.

the second they find jamie, he punches him in the face for being so careless.

libby:

is the only sane one. she's trying to convince everyone that maybe he's just passed out drunk somewhere

she'd make avery food and cupcakes to make sure she's eating bc we all know she probably wouldn't.

in the tent with xander getting a tarot card reading bc she knows it helps him calm down.

she heads to the store to buy a glass ball for xander so that he can pretend he's staring into your future or smth.

max

she's running around the house collecting pillows and blankets for xander's pillow fort

she's talking to libby about how fucking psychotic everyone is.

she'd give avery a massage to get her to loosen up (she'd also tell her to imagine herself in bed with jamie to get her to relax)

she'd be reading smut in the corner to try to ignore everyone else.

alisa

honestly the same thing i said in my other post, but she wouldn't be chill, she'd be exasperated bc we all know jamie probably got himself kidnapped by being too reckless.

she punishes jamie by making him go to 2409384032 interviews afterwards.

she calls the police but thinks the officers they sent are to stupid so she asks for better ones.

she calls brandon to tell him the news.

that's all i have. hope you liked it <3.

[gay-dorito-dust]

i’m literally begging you to write just anything fluffy with bully batson PLEASE

U ask and u shall receive.

‘Where are you taking me y/n?’ Billy asked, ‘you’re not going to kill me are you?’ He instinctively smiles when the choirs of heaven that was your laugh reached his ears; followed shortly by small curses of ‘shit’ and ‘fuck’ when you caught your foot on a rug or the top of the stairs, which only added extra few inches to Billy’s smile.

With how unintentionally happy you were making him- especially with the week he had recently- Billy could only be appreciative of you with every fibre of his being in that moment and every other moments you’ve willingly given him thus far. For all the times he spent thinking of all the bad in his life, you were there right by his side to remind him of the good. You always told him that he was the best thing to ever happen in your life and while he was adamant in accepting that as your truth; you were the greatest thing to ever happen in his life and that was a truth he was more then happy to admit.

You’ve truly dug him out from the darkest depths of his mind on his worst of worse days and Billy would forever be thankful of you every damn day he was blessed to have you, not only in his life by his arms as well.

‘I’m taking you to your final resting place Batson.’ You replied in faux seriousness before snorting, ‘fucking hell, If I was ever a villain I wouldn’t be able to take my self seriously enough, never less when the situation calls for it.’ You added, unable to keep the smile off of your face for longer then an minute. You couldn’t help it when being in Billy’s presence made you giddier then a school girl, even more so from all the fuzziness warming your insides when you were within proximity of the beautiful boy.

‘What do you mean? I’m already scared out of my wits, absolutely terrified,’ Billy played along, ‘so please don’t hurt me almighty y/n, I’ll do anything you ask of me.’ You laughed, smacking his shoulder lightly, causing him to chuckle.

‘Anything?’ You asked once the shared laughter subsided.

‘Anything.’ Billy replied in all seriousness, making the edges of your lips perk upwards, smitten.

‘Then I guess you wouldn’t mind spending the evening with me, sweets, a movie and a blanket fort that almost collapsed on me four times?’ You asked, lifting your hands from his eyes just before he could inquire you even more, allowing his eyes to adjust and focus on the aforementioned fort sitting at the base of his bed; fairy lights strung up along the outsides, allowing the linen an almost heavenly glow as it’s insides was covered in pillows whilst bowls of skittles, sour patch kids, gummy worms laid about in front of the fort as the menu to the movie of your choosing played out on the screen of the tv.

Billy looks to you, his eyes practically gleaming. ‘You did this all for me?’ He asked in an almost whisper. You shrugged, ‘with a little bit of help of course.’ You gestured to Freddy’s empty bed and everything started to price together for Billy. All those times you and Freddy were seen huddled into a corner together, barely speaking above a whisper, standing a little too close for Billy’s liking and the sudden last minute ditches. All of that lead to this, and it was all for him.

Gods you were too good for him.

‘I’d thank him but his ego is big enough already for that to be added to it.’ Billy said whilst thinking of his best friend and brother, knowing well enough that if he was to thank Freddy; he’d hold it over him for weeks on end, using it as his bragging rights. ‘But you,’ he added, gesturing to you now, ‘I’d thank you for every day for the rest of my life.’ Billy admitted, watching on with pride at the smile that blossomed across your face before grabbing your hand in his, protectively and tightly as though you’d slip through his fingers like sand.

‘Now come on, I wanna watch a movie with my favourite person.’ He says, dragging you to the blanket fort as you followed after him willingly, much like you did in every aspect of your life. ‘Only as long as you don’t end up eating all the skittles.’ You said, getting yourself comfortable whilst reaching out for the bowl of skittles. ‘That wasn’t me! That was Darla and Freddy!” Billy cried when you tucked the bowl against your chest as he tried to reach for a piece.

‘Hmm yeah sure, I believe you.’ You mused, chuckling at his pout that quickly turned into a smile when you rested yourself cozily into his side and his arm instinctively reached over your shoulders, squeezing you tight. He internally thanked Freddy for insisting on pulling that cliche move sooner or later; For he wasn’t ever going to thank him for it personally. This was something Billy would rather stay between the both of you.

[kaicheri]

under the blankets.

subby bff!beomgyu x gn!reader

warnings: blowjob, degradation, attempted masturbation, begging, lots of stuttering gyu, cum swallowing/sharing

wc: 2.4k

a/n: repost 2! 

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All sweaty and worn out from perhaps your most intense pillow fight yet, you and your best friend end off the last round to catch your breaths under the gigantic pillow fort you’ve built together.

You’re never this awkward around Beomgyu. Maybe you’re confusing it with the hot, stuffy air, but you can’t deny this weird tension.

He’s literally just staring at you, watching from the side as if he’s entranced. What’s so entrancing about the way you breathe? Why is he just doing that all of a sudden? So shamelessly?

The awkward silence along with his burning gaze is killing you, so your hand darts out to reach for the nearest little opening between the blankets, slightly parting them for a nice breeze to enter.

It’s refreshing, and Beomgyu continues watching you intently, eyes devoted to your figure even as you lean back onto your hands and close your own.

After a few more seconds, the boy shakes his gaze off your parted lips and swallows, averting his eyes somewhere else before his thoughts become too much to hide.

But it’s too late.

You take a subtle peek at him, watching how he keeps adjusting and squeezing the pillow that’s resting against his crotch.

Beomgyu’s eyes fly to yours for a split second, but once he realizes that you’ve been staring at him, he squeezes the pillow harder.

“W-what?” the poor boy gulps after taking a shot at challenging you, but he’s acting so weird all of a sudden. It’s lowkey starting to annoy you.

You give him a weird look in silence, and it’s frying him alive, but he tries with all of his stupid might to actually hold eye contact with you this time.

“W-what are you looking at?” Beomgyu nearly whines, jerking his chin in your direction.

You’d let it go, but his weird behavior is weirdly crawling under your skin—as if he’s teasing you—purposefully or not, you wouldn’t know.

“Yah, you’ve been playing around with that pillow for too long!” He jumps when you point it out so suddenly.

But then, your impulsive nature decides to lunge at him, hands flying onto the pillow with an insistent grip in attempt to rip it away from his grasp.

Beomgyu’s body jolts again in surprise and pulls on the pillow harder, fearing that with enough strength, you could-

“God, come on!“ you growl, impatience burning in your eyes, “Give it up! What are you hiding-“

“N-no!”

The sweat in his hands causes him to let go and completely give himself away. Oh, the poor boy.

Eyebrows shooting up in shock, you drop the pillow from your hands immediately, unable to rip your eyes off his…his stupid, unappealing crotch. So, that’s…oh…

“Pfft, no way…” you scoff, lips curling up in amusement, “You’re such a fucking weirdo- are you- are you seriously hard right now?”

Beomgyu gulps so fast that he almost chokes on his spit.

“I-I’m not!” he blatantly denies.

“Then what the fuck is this?” You point directly at the obvious outline of his wide bulge and his hands move to cover the area immediately.

“I-It’s nothing, okay?!” he stutters, keeping his shameful head down and eyes elsewhere, “I-I don’t know- it just happened!”

Not gonna lie, you’re finding this to be quite entertaining. And hot. Beomgyu is in an incredibly vulnerable state right now, and you don’t know what it is, but all of a sudden, you just want to-

“I bet you can’t even touch yourself,” you blurt teasingly, and the boy can only blink and let his lips quiver at your unexpected comment.

Incredulous that you would poke him at his most sensitive spot, poor Beomgyu figures that he should somehow defend himself—even if he looks stupid as hell.

“What- what do you know, huh? I bet I can do better than you-“

You open your mouth to call out his bluffing, but before you can say anything, the boy shoots up on his knees and yanks his pajama pants down to expose his thighs and ridiculously, hard cock—now bubbling cutely at the top as it rests on the soft skin of his lower abdomen. What the fuck is he doing now?

He sits back down and leans back on his hands, suddenly feeling a surge of embarrassment and too much exposure. He can’t even believe he’s doing this—in front of you.

But fuck, you’ve never wanted more to make a mess of him.

He’s so heated with emotion that he could cry if you don’t stop staring at his cock like that. All pretty and out on display for you to see, yet he worries what you might think of it. Is it too small for your liking? Unimpressive? Disappointing?

But to you, it’s perfect. Even more perfect with you on it, though.

It burns in his cheeks that you’re not saying anything, and now his insecurity is starting to kick in even worse.

“I-is this what you wanted to see?” He blurts to break the silence, and you have to quickly stop yourself from letting drool run down your mouth—all just from staring at the cute thing for too long.

“Okay, go ahead.” You reposition yourself to get closer to him, nodding towards his pitiful thing, “Touch yourself.”

You definitely wouldn’t wanna miss something like this. But he doesn’t do anything yet and you search his eyes—as expected, full of shame and inexperience.

Of course, he’s hesitant, and you expected this much, so maybe you should give him a little…push.

“Pfft. Can’t do it?” you taunt and cross your arms, hoping it’ll get to him. “I fucking knew it-“

“I-I totally can!”

Okay, so it does work! Just not in the way you thought it would.

You watch as the boy grabs his cock and starts yanking—squeezing at it harshly—he looks like he’s in pain-

“Stop! Gyu, what are you doing?!”

“T-touching myself!” he pants out, shutting his eyes tight and stringing short gasps in between, “I-I’m…touching m’self- mng-“

But he seriously looks like he’s suffering, abrasively tugging at his dry cock despite how soft and delicate his fingers may be.

“Well, stop! You’re gonna hurt yourself- what the fuck?”

Beomgyu completely ignores your command and keeps torturing himself, face all scrunched up- you can’t tell if it’s pleasure or pain. But let’s be real, it’s most likely the latter-

You latch onto his stiff wrist with a tight grip, pulling with all your strength in order to get him off his own dick. God, the poor thing-

“No! Don’t s-stop me-“

It’s too late and he lets go instinctively when you pinch a sensitive part of his thigh as hard as you can.

“O-oww! W-what- what the fuck?!“ he hisses at you.

“Shut it.” Your cold demand has him chewing down on his lip immediately, biting back words out of intimidation. “You’re hurting yourself, dumbass!”

And both of you are left panting in silence once again. It’s definitely more awkward now than before, though, especially when Beomgyu covers his face with his hands and starts sniffling quietly.

“I-I’m sorry…” His legs curl up towards his chest a bit to somewhat hide his cock from your view, timid voice breaking behind his hands. “Don’t- I don’t know what came over me...I- I can’t do it..”

“Mm, it’s okay, Gyu…” To calm him down a bit more, your thumb begins soothing the red area of his thigh where you pinched too hard.

Although, it makes you feel a little bad for him, you can’t help but feel aroused by how vulnerable and weak he is. The tears only add onto the damage.

But you should help him finish the job. Beomgyu deserves that at least.

“Here. How about I…”

You lick the underside of your teeth as you hook your fingers onto his waistband, slowly pulling them down to his ankles, and then off completely.

And the pitiful, broken boy lets you, still hiding behind his hands and sniffling adorably.

His legs easily comply when you push them apart with your hands, spreading them enough to settle yourself in between.

As you lie on your stomach, you find yourself losing a bit of self-control the closer you inch to the pretty thing. You let your eyes run over its curves and edges, truly taking your time to admire him from down here. God, not to mention how cutely his tip throbs at your warm breath.

Your warm hands climb up his thighs to comfort him with gentle squeezes. And it seems to work as his breathing pattern has somewhat leveled and found pace.

“How about I touch you instead, hm? Would you like that, Gyu?” You offer softly, holding yourself back from just grabbing his cock already and showing him the world. “Tell me.”

When he’s ready, Beomgyu uncovers his face for you- lips all puffy and eyes so sad, yet beautiful. He gulps as he takes in how pretty you look in between his legs, cheeks reddening so cutely. Fuck, you want to ruin him so bad. So, so bad.

“Do you want me to make you feel good?”

He blinks down at you with the prettiest, heavy eyes and nods. The nurture in your voice assures him that you’ll take care of him—that he’ll finally get a chance to properly orgasm.

Before you wrap your fingers around his waiting cock, you’re going to need his verbal confirmation, though.

“I said tell me, Beomgyu. With your words, baby.”

“P-please…” he whimpers and it makes your own thighs press together, “Please t-touch me…”

“Touch you where?” You tease a little more, feeling horny as hell just from hearing him say such simple words.

“Touch my c-cock, please,” the poor boy sweetly asks of you, “I want you to…t-touch my cock, p-please…”

You hum in satisfaction, licking your lips as you near his cock and wrap your very much needed fingers around his length.

The moment he feels your warmth, beomgyu starts breathing heavily again to calm himself down. It’s already shaky and uneven, but his subtle sounds are music to your ears.

“Tsk. Pretty boy doesn’t even know how to touch himself properly…” you scoff, and his eyes sparkle in the dim light like he could cry again if you keep messing with him. “Pathetic.”

“P-please…don’t t-tease me, please-“

His stupid, cute little mumbles and whimpers are driving you so fucking mad that you lean down to give the head of his cock a quick swipe of your tongue.

The mewl that leaves his lips after is fucking vulgar, and suddenly, you feel the need to give him more than such a short sensation.

“W-wait-“ Beomgyu gasps, hands flying up into his hair, “Y-y/n…your m-mouth-“

The male cries out loud and lets out a broken whine as soon as you take his entire tip into the warm wetness of your mouth, giving him exactly what he deserves.

“Mnng-” He starts panting again, eyes fluttering when your comforting tongue begins teasing the tiny slit at the top, swiping back and forth until he can’t take it anymore-

One of Beomgyu’s hands stay buried in his hair while the other dares reach behind your head to push you down further on his cock.

“P-please-“ he whimpers in broken almost-sobs, “..take some m-more…p-please-”

The poor boy in your mouth is so desperate that he’s near tears again. So, you show him a bit more mercy.

You let his pretty hand urge you further down his cock until you’re slobbering at the base of his length.

Beomgyu’s not big enough for you to choke, but his width and thickness is definitely giving your lips a nice stretch.

With heavy eyes trained on how pretty you look between his legs, Beomgyu’s lips part even more when your own touch the soft skin at the base.

He’s a little bit salty, but you don’t mind too much. You just want to make your best friend feel good. And he’s giving you all the sounds you want to hear.

“You’re…s-so pretty, Y/n-” he gasps in between, feeling drunk in pleasure, “p-please keep going- gonna cum-“

All of this is turning you on so much. You’ll have to make him return the favor, have his head in between your legs until you’re shaking and squirming—like his are right now.

“O-oh, f-feels…s-so good…” Beomgyu shivers and the goosebumps follow up his pretty, trembling legs.

“Y/n, please-“ he pants, voice suddenly raising in pitch, “gonna c-cum…in your m-mouth-“

You quickly bring your mouth back up to his tip to focus on his most sensitive part, using the lube of your spit to rub his cock evenly with your hand.

You suck his pretty, throbbing tip with your all, angling your head so that you can see your best friend’s pretty face when he cums.

And it certainly does not disappoint.

The moment you lock eyes with his heavy ones, his eyebrows knit and lips pout before he throws his head back against the wall of fabric, holding your head in place as you give him the ungodly speed of your tongue and hand.

“O-oh, Y/n-“ he gasps, gulping for air, “p-please!”

You don’t even stop as he cries out and squirts into your abusive mouth. God, he sounds heavenly, just mewling and whimpering - crying out your name like it’s the last thing he’ll ever say. If you could do this all again, you wouldn’t pass up the chance.

You let sweet, sweet Beomgyu squirt the rest of his thick, hot cum into your mouth until he completely coats your tongue.

The boy’s legs are still shaking even after you remove your lips from his swollen tip. And you think he’s completely come down from ecstasy, until a little bit more seeps out of his slit.

Your encore move is gathering the last few drops with your tongue, slowly and gently swiping up his tip for him to see. And it’s cute how his thighs tense up and pretty eyes flutter at the simplest thing.

With the last few drops still sitting on your tongue, you lift yourself up to his level before bringing him into a kiss, just to show him how good he tastes. He’s all red and whimpers into it, but you can’t have him forget.

Because after all of this? He’s gonna have to taste you next.

[raparopa]

Could I request a Tolya X reader where they are on Nikolai’s ship at night and reader can’t sleep so she stays up reading poetry and he joins her? 🤍🤍

a/n: I am alive☠️With all this studying, I was completely lost and I really want to get back into my rhythm! I don’t know if I will succeed, but I will try very hard, maybe slowly and not right away, but I will try. I've got a lot of requests, I'll try to sort them out for now, but if you have any ideas, don't hesitate

warnings: none (I had to use lines from poems by famous authors, because poetry is not my forte)

pairing: Tolya Yul-Bataar x reader

do you understand or feel it?

I couldn’t find a place for myself: I tossed and turned in bed for an hour, drank tinctures for sleep, counted the crows that were jumping in my head - and none of these methods helped me. Didn't help me sleep.

Usually, sleeping on board our ship was more than good. The soft swaying of the waves, the light of the stars penetrating into the small porthole of my cabin - it was all so beautiful and good. Exactly until this evening. I don’t know what caused my insomnia, but not being able to just relax in a cloud of blankets and pillows, as well as one adorable heartrender by my side, was just killing me.

Therefore, I couldn’t find anything better than to walk along the empty deck and gaze at the stars, taking Tolya’s collection of poetry with me. He found something in the poems and I was wondering why exactly they amazed him so much, because before I had no time at all to escape from business and devote myself to... art?

I quietly walked along the creaking wood, plopped down on one of the boxes and turned my gaze to the clear, dark sky. The silver disk of the moon sparkled, surrounded by a vault of small stars, filling everything around with its cold light. There was a smell of salty breeze and oil, splashes of water could be heard somewhere, and I again thought how disappointing it was that on this good night I couldn’t just sleep.

-So, so... Let's see what we have here that makes Tolya go so crazy?-The book opened easily and I began to leaf through the pages, reading the first lines to find the poem I liked.

…And all that's best of dark and bright

Meet in her aspect and her eyes…*

I raised my eyebrows; the lines sounded promising.

...Thus mellow'd to that tender light

Which heaven to gaudy day denies...**

Poetry at night, in the light of the moon, absorbed me more and more, and now I understood why Tolya carries this little book with him everywhere and no longer understood why people did not allow him to read them out loud.

I re-read and re-read, looked for new things, mentally noted the works that were imprinted in my mind and heart, thought about how I would ask Tolya to buy a collection for me or tell me how to choose the most interesting one.

Immersed in my thoughts and tender lines of light poetry, I did not at all notice the cautious steps that appeared on the deck.

-...as fair art thou, my bonnie lass, so deep in luve am I...

-...and I will love thee still, my dear, till a' the seas gang dry.*** - a strange voice rang out over my ear and strange hands wrapped around my waist. - Good night, my heart.

I winced, immediately slamming the book shut and rolling my eyes in pseudo-annoyance, trying to hold back a smile.

-Tolya! You scared me, Saints, don't do that again or I'll hit you.

He laughed, pecking me on the cheek and resting his chin on my shoulder.

-You weren’t in bed, I thought something happened, and you’re sitting here and reading poetry.- Yul-Bataar giggled. -I expected anything, but not this, Y/N. You... pleasantly surprise me.

-I couldn’t sleep, I decided to take a walk and thought it would be nice to take something to read...

-And how? Poetry isn't for everyone, you know. Not every person is able to understand the meaning and feelings embedded in ordinary poetic lines, in ink written on paper. When you read poetry, you must either understand or feel.

I turned my head slightly to see his smiling face, clutching the volume of poetry in my hands.

-Well? And you?-Tolya asked again.

-What?

-Do you feel or understand, when you read these lines, my heart?- He quickly took his book from my hands, lovingly and gently opening it.

I thoughtfully followed his movements, digesting the words he said, trying to grasp their essence.

-Don't know. I haven't read enough to fully...dive into this. I think I need to get to know a lot more to feel poetry.

-Do you want to feel it?- Tolya’s warm embrace immediately disappeared, which made me instantly freeze. He walked around the chest on which I was sitting, opened the collection and began to look for something in it.

-What are you going to do?- I asked, admiring his silhouette, which so softly curved around the silver light of the cold stars. Tolya smiled mischievously, without taking his eyes off the pages.

-Once, you want to feel poetry in your heart, Y/N,-he put his palm to his chest. -Then let me show you this path and read some wonderful things?-He looked up at me and smiled tenderly.

I smiled back, bowing my head.

-I would be glad if you honored me with this, dear,- I responded, involuntarily giggling.

-Then, as expected, every bard is entitled to a reward. For each poem I want to receive... - Tolya thought theatrically, rubbing his chin. - For a kiss. Is the lady happy with this price?

-Cunning fox!- I laughed, squinting from the sharply elevated mood. -But, yes, the lady agrees to the conditions of the cunning bard.-I had to bite my lip so that my smile did not sparkle like a mirror reflecting the light of the sun.

-Then let's start! Bright star, would I be stedfast as thou art... ****

Or maybe this insomnia was not a punishment after all?

**“She Walks In Beauty” by Lord Byron

***“A Red, Red Rose” by Robert Burns

****“Bright Star” by John Keats

[williaml0ver]

☆ <3 William Ellis General Dating Headcanons ☆ <3

[🖇️] word count: 1454

[🖇️] warnings: g/n reader, once again not proofread idgaf!!!!!!

[🖇️] author's note: thank you all for the feedback on my first post omg i didn't expect anyone to read that ijbol... ANYWAYS... today i present you headcanons of my love, my adopted son, my silliest soldier... tomorrow? Who knows...

☆ ☆ ☆

-Where do i even start

-LHFPLYYLLHDLDH <3

-He's the sweetest

-Just like you're his biggest fan, he is your biggest hypeman.

-The ultimate walking sunshine. Gets an ultimate mood boost when you're around. When he falls for someone he falls hard. Always smiling around you.

-He doesn't have a main love language. One day he would constantly compliment you, next day he'd help you reach something that's standing above you and cuddle with you next.

-We all know he is the master, the pioneer, the king of rugby, he is always the best, but when you're spotted in the audience? That man is UNSTOPPABLE. Like some strange force possesed him. And this doesn't get unnoticed by his teammates.

-Starting from then, you will always be asked to attend their most important matches, to the point random people start mistaking you as a part of that team. You'd think those invites would stand for free entry to their matches, right??

-Well not at all...

-William would demand at least 10 minutes of victory kisses or loser cuddles (which, of course, barely happen).

-Also, if he sees you wearing merch with him? Get ready to not be able to break free from his arms.

-Probably has a photo of you kissing in front of his teammates under his bed.

-When he gets home he just wants to throw you onto the bed and cuddle (STINKYYYYY). You allow him only to do it after a shower.

-He'd be in heaven if you asked him to train together. He wouldn't care if you weren't the best. All that matters is that you cared enough to ask about his interests.

-Which means, he would love to take a look at your hobbies.

-Dates with William are always so much time. One time you'd wake up to him knocking on your door holding roses, inviting you for w romantic dinner, meanwhile next time he'd want to take you to a trampoline park.

-You'd be a frequent visitor of events, fairs, festivals. William WILL take part in that hammer game whatever it's called. He's also going on insiting to win you a plushie in those game machines. He aims for those big ones but you end up with a small teddy bear (you still love it).

-Holds your hand all the time. He likes comparing their sizes.

-Loves to sleep together. You both started a huge collection of plushies to decorate his bed. William would insist on you to wear his pajama - maybe sleeping only in underwear isn't the best idea when you live in a cold manor, but you would snuggle with him anyway.

-Plushies aside, you two have a collection of funky blankets.

-You spend hours braiding his hair.

-Especially loves when he's laying on his bed and you kiss every part of his face. Absolutely a big spoon.

-Pillow forts, PILLOW FIGHTS. He's... surprisingly competitive.

-Isn't a fan of reading books for entertainment, though would kill to have you reading to him. It can be anything really, he's going to fall asleep in a few minutes.

-Also loves when you sing him lullabies.

-Your sleep schedule is unhealthy? Not on his watch!!! He WILL trap you in his embrace. No buts.

-His wardrobe is basically your wardrobe now.

-Very big on pet names. Would use some basic ones but also likes coming up with the most ABSURD stuff. You don't know how to act when you're randomly called a silly rugby ball.

-You two probably make up some weird code only you two understand, maybe a special handshake?

-He loves showing you off to everyone else. If you don't have a lot of friends fear not because after William constantly talks about you his friends would be keen on meeting you.

-A volcano of energy. He can have a lot of thoughts at once. If it's too much for you, tell him to slow down. You often help to ground him.

-If you're comfortable with pda you're going to be constantly hugging, being carried, kissing. He would also make a big deal off showing himself off to you. Expect to be asked to sit on him while he's doing pushups.

-A total crackhead. Loves acting like he doesn't know you in public so he can hit up on you and make you blush.

-Would offer you to teach you some self defense moves, so his love can be safe when he's not around.

-Takes your safety seriously. He wants you to think of him as THE man.

-Loves it when you sit on his lap. You maybe me next to a table that has like 10 not taken seats yet you'd still choose William to the point when you're invited to a party people stop reserving a seat for you.

-He's the life of that party as well. He's like that one strange uncle at the family gathering who'd like to show off his wild dance moves to you.

-You're his partner in crime, his little helper. When he wants to pull off some pranks around the manor he's going to ask you to help him out.

-If you're feeling uncomfortable, he's going to take all of the attention to himself.

-Though, please, dear reader, make sure to check up on him. Sure, he finds proving himself to you fun, but i'm convinced you'd prefer to do some silly activites together instead of having to take care of his aching body.

-Whetever it's an accident or actually William's fault, you always take care of him after tough matches and training sessions. You'd have him laying in a bathtub and washing him, you'd also patch him up if anything happened.

-Secretly loves when you kiss his wounds, though won't directly admit. Also liked his beard touched!

-You love kissing his muscles in a non sexual way. It's making his ego rise to the roof.

-And he'd do the same. He'd place you on his bed and you won't have to move a hand. Maybe his bandaging skills aren't the best but he bandages you with love.

-Man's an athlete, and an athlete has to eat a lot. He would be so flustered if you made him food, especially if it's something foreign, something he's never tried before. If you messed something up he'd act like the tears from his eyes are out of love.

-Likes when you hide sweets in random places in his dorm so he can seek them.

-He'd love to make some food with you together next time! And share it with you later.

-Would make a bucket list of all the weird restaurants nearby to visit with you.

-Prepare his sport clothes for the next match/practice, he's going to melt.

-You bought some new clothes? His dorm suddenly becomes a catwalk.

-He's fit, therefore he rarely gets ill, but when it happens? He's going to act like a literaly baby, whining for you to be near him all the time, feeding him, entertaining him.

-He is very emotionally intelligent. William can tell when you're uncomfortable, sad, or acting happy but not actually feeling like it. If you feel down, he'd cheer you up by acting goofy to see you smile. You can talk to him about anything that bothers you.

-He wants to be there for you all the time. When he's not, he's making sure to hire Ganji as your bodyguard.

-He's like a walking heater. And you take advantage of it.

-You like climbing him up like a goofy monkey.

-He's turning into a giant teddy bear the moment he sees you crying. And when it turns out someone else made you cry? He makes sure to give him a talk the next day.

-Would wrap you into a blanket burrito and hold you.

-Or, a more intense option, he'd warn you about the tickle monster. WHAT monster you're probablt asking? Well, he turns off the light and suddenly the tickle monsters attacks his prey.

-He isn't very jealous. Overall, while he wants to be a safe place for you, he also believes he should let you handle a few things on your own - though do not hesitate to come to him if in need, he'd be more than happy to help. Though if he ever becomes jealous, he tries to act like he actually isn't.

-William would become feral if something happened to you. It's now up to Naib and Ganji if they decide to spare the intruder and hold William back or not.

-Arguments between both of you rarely happen, they're play fights at most if anything.

-When you provoke him into a tickle fight he shows NO mercy.

-You two are totally going to overdose vitamin gummy bears for kids.

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Honestly i was reading my first post and thought to myself damn this i kind of good... meanwhile i feel this one is kind of worse idk 😭😭 i tried

Anyways i'm aiming to pick one more character with general headcanons and i'm going to do bigger headcanons with those three combined about like more specific situations ... i'm thinking MAYBE Ganji, Andrew or Luchino but idk yet 🧐

[mccnstruck]

THERES A FUCKIMG SPIDER IN THE BATHROOM SEND HELP

ahem anyways……………… akito x reader but the reader acts brave around spiders n horror BUT THEY ACTUALLY ARE SCARED BUT TRIES TO COVER UP THEUR FEAR OR SMTH N reader clinging onto akito’s arm, and he like tf i thought u werent scared

MAKE SURE TO DRINK WATER AND STAY SAFE, TAKE UR TIME WRITING THIS❤️🫶

afraid of spiders

characters: akito x gn!reader

tags:

a/n: IS RHE SPIDER GONE,,,,,, me personally i would grab the slipper and throw it but I HOPE U SURVIVED !!! reader is so me fr fr but i hope u enjoyed!!!!

- you and akito probably were talking about it after tsukasa saw an insect and RANNN the other way after school

- "so are you afraid of spiders?"

- "uh..no? i mean, they're just a little insect...haha"

- "right..."

- he probably didn't question it until one day....

akito was listening to music comfortably on your bed. the day had been nice. his practice went super well today, he had completed all his chores, and he was finally in peace in one of his favorite places at the end of the day.

you walked back into your bedroom to see akito protected by the comfort of your blankets and pillows. you laugh, causing akito to look back up at you.

"scoot over, let me in the fort."

you lightly pushed akito and sat next to him as he sat himself up. you take part of the blanket, slowly, you laid your head on his lap and felt content.

laying comfortably on his lap, the fluff of pillows and blankets, the music quietly coming from akito's earbuds, you could almost fall asleep. the last thing you took note of was your desk on the other side, and something small. suspiciously, it had 8 tiny legs creeping towards you.

...

wait. 8 legs?

your head shot up, and akito was shocked by the sudden reaction.

"is that a spider?"

akito looks to where you're looking, and hums. "yeah, it is."

you shot up from his lap and hide behind him, clutching his arm.

"what the hell get that off please please thats absolutely horrifying nope nope nope nope-"

akito sighs. "didn't you say that you weren’t afraid of spiders?"

you flap your hand in dismissal of his accusation, and clutch onto his shirt even harder. "sh, sh, sh, we don't talk about that now just prettyyyy please kill it i don't wanna see it anymore!"

"could you at least let go of my arm? i don't know how i'm supposed to kill it when you're going to paralyze my arm."

you reluctantly let go of his arm, and he grabs a tissue from your side table, gently picking up the spider.

you sigh in relief. god, that was embarrassing.

when you see akito seemingly throwing the tissue at you, you scream and jump out your place, profanities coming out of your mouth.

akito snickers, and you look at the tissue still in his hand with wide eyes.

"i hate you so much. that wasn't even funny."

his snickers turn into genuine laughter as he gets up to throw it. he covers his mouth to try to quiet his laughs, but they only grew louder as he let the spider out the window.

you look at him with a soft smile, and huff in faux anger. maybe you could forgive his behavior if you could hear his laughter one more time, and every time after that.

he looks back at you with a mischievous grin, and you groan in frustration.

he's never gonna let you live this down, is he?

- he does not let you live it down.

- but! he doesn't full on bully you for it. he gets your fear. he's scared of dogs, so it would be hypocritical for him to tease you so much for it.

- but he does find it funny when he hears you and a certain future star scream in the hallways. especially when there may or may not have been a bug he totally didn't put on purpose.

reposting or plagiarizing of my works is not allowed under any circumstances.

[alotofpockets]

Welcome home | Florence Pugh

Pairing: Florence Pugh x Reader

Prompt: “Welcome home.”

Masterlist | requests: closed | words: 900

Tonight, Florence would come back home from her two month trip through Europe. While filming Black Widow they had to move all over the place, Norway, Budapest, England and Italy. Usually when Florence had to move somewhere for a while you joined her, but with the number of locations the crew didn't allow it.

Two months was a long time to miss your wife. Luckily you got to call her almost every day, though with the time difference sometimes it wasn't long enough for either of your liking.

But today was the day you would be reunited with her, and you planned to make it an extra special night. Knowing Florence would be tired from the flight, you decided on a blanket fort in the living room and ordering in her favorite food.

Your first to do for the day was get some necessities the store. You picked up an air mattress, so you'd be able to sleep in the fort as well. You picked up some of Flo's favorite snacks, a welcome home banner and a bouquet of flowers.

The second to do was to set everything up. First you place the flowers in a vase on the dining table and hung up the 'welcome home' banner above it. Then, you blew up the air mattress and pushed it up against the couch, that way you'd have a nice backrest too. You put on some bedding and throw pillows, before moving on to creating the fort with blankets.

You're finishing up some last details when your alarm goes off, telling you that you need to head to the airport to pick up your wife. Butterflies filled your stomach just thinking about her being in your arms again.

Last week you had made a poster, which you were going to hold up at the gate. On Florence her arrival to the first country in Europe she had called you and mentioned how dull the signs were that the hired taxi drivers had. Just a piece of white paper with her name on it. In that exact moment you decided that you would make a sign that would make her smile.

When Florence got to the gate her eyes landed on the most colorful sign of all, and when she realized the sign was with her name on it she got teary eyed and ran into your arms. "I missed you so much." Florence whispers in your ear. You tighten your hug slightly when you tell her you missed her a lot too.

You took her hand and used your other to push her cart of luggage to head to the car. At the car you open the door for her and tell her to relax, while you put the luggage into the car.

When you open the trunk of your car you hear her talk on the phone. "Hi mom, I just wanted to let you know that I'm back home." You smile at how family orientated she is, a trait you loved dearly. You continue loading her stuff into the car as you listen to her end of the conversation. "Yeah, y/n picked me up, she's the best, she's even putting all my luggage in the car as we speak." Then a moment of silence as Deborah talks. "Yes mom, I will thank her for doing that and tell her I love her." Florence looks back at you with a smile as she's met with your amused eyes.

Once you get into the car, and Florence hangs up the phone you say, "Your mom sure wants you to be nice to me." With a wink, making Flo laugh. "Oh shush, you know my mom loves you and will kill me if I don't treat you right."

Florence leans in to kiss you, "Thank you baby, for always being so kind. I love you very much." After kissing her back you say, "Always, and I love you very much too. Now let's get you home." With that you start the car.

At home you put all the luggage next to the door, for later, so you can enjoy the moment now and Florence can relax. "Welcome home, I have a surprise for you." You say hugging her from behind and placing a gentle kiss to her shoulder.

You lead her to the open floor dining room and living room and wait for her reaction. Her mouth falls open at the blanket fort enchanted by fairy lights. "Wow love, this looks incredible!"

"I thought we could spend the evening here, catch up on things, possibly watch a movie if you'd like and we can spend the night in there as well. But first, how about you freshen up from your flight and I will order us some food and change into something comfy?" Florence turns around in your hold, "That sounds perfect." She says before kissing you.

The food arrives shortly, and you take it into the fort with you. You enjoy your meal while hearing all about Florence her stories about Europe. And of course, she wants to hear more about your two months as well. It was wonderful getting so much time together again, you talked until you were both getting tired. Luckily you planned for this with the air mattress, so you feel asleep in the fairy light lit blanket fort, happy to be holding each other again.

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[little-fandom-dump]

going to try so hard to cohesively express all of my feelings about Thee israel basilica hands, so bear with me as i write a fuckin novella about this wet cat lad

(obvi spoilers for s2, e 1-7)

i am first and foremost. just incredibly impressed with his growth this season. last year, we had "he's done something to my boss's brain" and "this, whatever you've become...is a fate worse than death". last season, he had nothing but malice and spite for stede (for helping ed discover he can be soft and gentle) and ed (for letting himself change around stede) both. we know canonically now that it was all fueled by love- albeit a possessive and jealous love that hinged on his ideal perception of who ed was as blackbeard.

for years, he subjected himself to a cruel and unfulfilling affection. he allowed himself to be abused just to feel needed, to receive table scraps of attention and praise.

by all rights, he should fucking hate stede this season. after all, didn't he ruin blackbeard's pirating prowess, tarnish the version of the man he has fallen in love with? the crying in a soft velvet robe, the blanket fort and amateur poetry- these are coping mechanisms ed would never have indulged in before meeting stede.

but izzy doesn't hate stede, not really. like he says in episode 7, he understands that stede makes ed a better person- someone more loving to himself and those around him. how could he truly hate someone who does what he could not, who helps the man he loves grow into the best version of himself?

no, who izzy really hates is himself. in izzy's eyes, he's the one who pushed ed into becoming the kraken again after the breakup- he thinks he's responsible for all of the abuse and torture ed puts the crew through in the resulting weeks. the gun to jim's head, the apathy at ivan's death, the extreme psychological and physical abuse that ed inflicts onto the crew- izzy puts a lot of that blame on himself. we see this in his interaction with lucius about moving on- he dangled his leg above the shark, wasn't it really his fault when his leg was bitten off? he drinks himself half to death, begs for the crew to just kill him already, drives all of his pain inwards and inwards and inwards.

the thing about that, though? when a person engages in such self-destruction, they're bound to hurt those closest to them (ask me how i know). and he does. izzy's pain and guilt and self-hatred bleed into the lives of the crew, and it's only after he puts ed's gun to his temple and misses that he realizes it. so, what does he do? ever the unkillable bastard, izzy climbs his ragged way out onto the deck and turns the same gun back on ed. he may be a fucked-up self-loathing twat, but he can't allow (what he views as) his mistakes to hurt the crew-- or ed--anymore.

it is a testament to both the brilliant writing (and con's acting), however, that he doesn't suddenly heal after that. it wouldn't be a realistic expectation to have of him- after all, he's gone through incredible physical, emotional, and mental trauma for years now. izzy, he's not a functioning or emotionally healthy person. instead of suddenly being better and well-adjusted, he's angry and bitter and still so self-destructive. but he still tries to thank stede for the rescue. still tries to convince stede that ed didn't hate their breakup and do horrendous things to the crew and himself, still tries to keep him from knowing they (seemingly) killed him.

and when ed wakes up and stede finds himself the captain of their motley crew again, izzy is still hurting but izzy still tries. among so much hurt and devastation, he tries! and then the crew makes him a new leg, a literal embodiment of the trust and love they have for him- and he realizes that he deserves better! he deserves better for himself than to drink alone and spit venomous insults at his reflection. sure, he still drinks before noon and insults the crew-- but he also teaches stede new pirating skills, helps lucius out of his own traumatic funk, navigates the new ship dynamic as best he can. the insults are still there but there's no longer poisonous intent behind them. (the poison replaced with positivity)

the amount of grace and emotional maturity izzy is displaying in later episodes is incredible, considering what storms he's just weathered. his effort is admirable, especially towards ed and stede. he has every right to hate the two of them, to disavow them and leave the Revenge, but he doesn't. Instead, he takes time to reclaim parts of himself that were long hidden or never developed at all. chrissake, he lets himself be tender! he lets wee john help him with his makeup, sings a lilting love song to the crew, openly admits to stede that he loves ed, supports stede on the republic of pirates, allows himself to be more vulnerable than he's ever been before.

izzy sees now how good ed and stede are for each other, and he congratulates them on their, *ahem*, docking even while harboring his own jealousy and hurt. even if it's a bit of a joke, the sincerity is still there- he's willing to grin and tell stede he balances ed out, the two of them are good for each other. it's not even remotely hinted at, but i'm willing to bet izzy knew what the two of them were doing in the cabin while he was singing his soft and sweet requiem for the love he harbors for ed. and yet he still chooses to be kind and supportive to them both. to himself.

i know this post was a million paces long, but i'm just having so many feelings about izzy hands. and i'm so, so proud of him for admitting to himself that he deserves better, he deserves vulnerability, comfort, support, and the fullness of his identity as a queer person. it's a major change this season (one i honestly did not expect!), but one i love love love. great storytelling and great acting. i'm so looking forward to the future of izzy's character development.

TLDR: izzy's commitment to doing better for himself and others makes me emotional. i'm incredibly proud of him for trying to do/be better each passing moment.

[silverstonesainz-archive]

B [FORT] with Daniel please

going back to singapore, because it must've been an excruciating race and reader has to help him celebrate somehow right???

✿°•∘ɷ∘•°✿ ... ✿°•∘ɷ∘•°✿ ... ✿°•∘ɷ∘•°✿

prompt: so you had a bad day - [ FORT ]: sender builds a blanket fort for the receiver following a long and difficult day.

p5 was something to celebrate, especially considering the year daniel has had. you wanted to celebrate somehow. of course there was the usual route, being the perfect girlfriend and excitedly greeting him as he walks into his garage. you praised him, showered him in compliments and let him know just how proud you are.

but now he was off doing media commitments and other things for the team. you had about an hour or so to kill in the hotel room before daniel would come back. you're sure he'd want dinner and maybe even some wine, but you wanted to do more.

you called front desk, asking a multitude of things to be delivered to the hotel room. sheets, pillows, and daniel's favorite post race meal. you made quick work of the room, pulling the sheets over chairs and using miscellaneous items to hold them down. it only took you about thirty minutes to be completely happy with your work, and you can feel the excitement brewing within you.

be back in ten. will you order room service?

you grin and text daniel back a thumbs up emoji. true to his word, the door clicks unlock just ten minutes later. you skip over to the door, hands immediately going over daniel's eyes. he laughs, hands immediately going to your waist to steady himself.

"what in the world are you doing?" he asks between laughter.

"i have a surprise for you," you explain, helping move forward so that the door can swing shut.

you take slow steps backwards, trying to guide daniel towards the bed where the make-shift fort stands. you stop just in front of the opening before you're moving aside and letting him look at your hard work. it takes a moment for daniel to react, but when he does he is grinning widely. it's the kind of smile that makes your heart skip a beat, makes everything warm and fuzzy.

"you built me a fort?" he asks, raising a brow.

"i figured we could have a sleep over," you smile, crawling in first, "c'mon. dinner is in here"

you look behind you, seeing daniel close by with a smirk.

"and dessert?"

you roll your eyes, settling in your spot, "and dessert."

fluff party!

[starlightshadowsworld]

The idea of Casey being the one to pick up the pieces when Splinter dies.

It's Casey who sets off the crusher with nothing but a cold "oops."

He carries Splinters body when the rest are too mortified to touch it.

He's the one who steals flowers from the park and a florists, wracking his brain for ones the man once said we're signifsnt.

And not missing the suprised luck from Leo when he gets them right.

It's Casey who sits silent through the short funeral, pulls out tissues from nowhere and ends up sending them all back to the lair.

And than buries Splinter with a final goodbye.

Casey gets the van, sliding into the drivers seat.

April sits beside him, mumbling something about a farm house.

Her eyes are wide and she's rambling withouy realising it, Casey puts a hand on get her shoulder and mimes breathing in and out.

Which she does, she gives him some directions and he nods.

He gives her his hoodie, she's not cold but it's bigger on her and it was grounding when he needed both hands to drive.

She was out like a light before long.

Everyone else is silent, Casey just focused on the road and as he drives the rest fall asleep.

Their completly exhausted now the danger was gone.

Even if they were far from processing what had happened.

Casey settled into the drive, he doesn't allow the sigh that fills his whole his body until Raph starts snoring.

His father said many things, but if it was one true it was that Jones were survivors.

He would survive, just like he always had.

He fiddled with the radio, turning it low and followed the country roads.

Vaguely he recalled he had killed a man today.

Casey decided it didn't matter.

April had mentioned the farm house before, knew it was well looked after. Casey didn't expect it to have much food and made a note of the nearest shop.

They'd be living out tins and microwaved meals for a bit but they'd survive.

Casey gently carried them all inside, even if Mikey and April had latched onto him like a Koala and made putting them down harder.

He decided against putting them in the rooms, knowing they'd wake up panicked if they were alone.

So he settled on making a blanket fort in the living room.

He ignored the thought that was how he and his sis had slept after their mum died.

Dad had gotten drunk.

Their wasn't any booze in the farmhouse, he double checked.

The others had ended up in a snoring tangle of limbs and blankets.

Hope they like soup.

He dug out some stuff, humming a tune to himself.

If it was one his mum used to sing, he kept that to himself.

That and the way his hand was shaking.

Casey decided that didn't matter either.

The luxury for breaking down was 200 miles back.

The others were slowly getting up, no one spoke and Casey quietly served the soup before leaving them to eat.

No one noticed him leaving, too caught up with their own demons and greif.

He made his way outside, getting some feed for the chickens.

He sat down, not realising how long he stayed their till one pecked at his hand.

When dud the stars come out?

If Casey didn't know any better he'd say the Chicken was worried about him.

"Jones Survive... But not all or them."

His hands were shaking.

Casey stuffed them in his pockets before realising he wasn't wearing his hoodie.

And he was shivering.

The chicken clucked at him, settling in his lap and he rubbed her feathers.

"There gonna be okay, it'll hurt. I don't think it ever stops you know? Wonder who'll crack first... Not the funnest guessing game. I'm no shrink but being together helps."

The chicken clucked as if to ask if so, why was he outside alone.

"Being together helps when it's your family." Casey was many things but he knew he wasn't family.

At least he was a stray that never went way.

At most he was a friend.

But Casey Jones wasn't family.

Not where it counted.

It wasn't to say they didn't care about him or that he didn't care about them.

He would die for them... He would ki-...

The chicken nuzzled his shaking hands.

"I'm not... We're not....you know you are really nosey for a chicken."

The chicken clucked, like "not falling for that Jones" but stayed nuzzling Casey's shaking hands.

Casey smiled a little.

"Think you and I are gonna be good friends, Doc."