#FROM fanfiction

[kidokear]

The art is perfect. It feels like a book cover!

The fic itself is fantastic! It was a good read. Highly recommend! (Although beware the dark theme and read the tags and warnings)

Heyo, here is a gift art for one beautiful fanfiction

I was just reading that and I wanted to draw something like a cover, hehe

Fanfiction: https://archiveofourown.org/works/59909941

I hope the author doesn't mind that I leave the link here? :/

[witchthewriter]

𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐕𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ | ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ ᴵᴵ

INFP

Ravenclaw

Neutral Good

Pisces Sun, Scorpio Moon, Aquarius Rising

𝑺𝑭𝑾🌿

・You had been watching Victor from afar for a long time. Listening to the other's about how long he had been trapped in this hell.

・It broke your heart

・And what else could you do but approach him? Try and befriend him?

・It wasn't easy trying to be Victor's friend, he had a lot of walls up, a lot of trauma that had never been dealt with

・And you were quite angry that other people in the town treated him so badly. Where was their compassion?

・There would be plenty of times that Victor saves your life. He knows the terrain like the back of his hand, and would always be there when there's an emergency to make sure you're safe

・Knows your favourite things and tries to scavenge them for you

・If you lived at Colony House, you would stay in a room close to Victor. Through the day basically following him and asking questions about the place

・It took Victor a while to let you in; let his walls down and allow you to see the vulnerable parts of him

・Any time someone talks rudely to him, you're straight there - putting people in their place.

・No one messes with Victor anymore. No one.

・Victor didn't know what to do at first, usually he just ran away when someone got too aggressive (or got out his gun in extreme situations)

・Talking of his gun, he's used it to protect you as well...

"You come near them and I will pull the trigger."

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔:

Protector (You) x Didn't Realise How Alone They Had Been (Victor)

Older Sister x Younger Brother Dynamic

Apprehensive at First, Now Will Kill For Them (Victor) x Unwavering Loyalty (You)

𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆

Found Family

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

The Hanging Tree by Rachel Zegler

[thepinkdreamganjaqueen]

Focus On Me

Randall Kirkland x Fem!Reader 

Masterlist 🩷

Summary: Y/N is the newest arrival to the township. Amongst all the townsfolk, she takes a liking to the most unlikable guy in town when things go awry at the colony house. How will she survive the night? 

Warnings: SMUT, NSFW, 18+, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, piv, unprotected sex, DubCon (kinda), breeding, public sex, exhibitionism, drug use, mentions of DV, mentions of violence (murder), swearing, fem!reader, romantic smut, aftercare (he deserves that and more!) 

A/N: Randall Kirkland needs love, y'all!! You know, under that cold abrasive exterior, he's a total softie with a good heart! From is such a great show, I love Randall and will protect him at all costs!!! Story is cannon, no spoilers for new season, but it's definitely the reason I wrote it… especially after ep. 6. Randall is baby girl!! Please enjoyyy! I love and appreciate you all! Feel free to reach out anytime! I welcome all interaction!  

Word Count: 5.4k

FOCUS ON ME

Stepping back into colony house was heavy after last night. Donna and Boyd were outside at first light to cover and remove the body of yet another victim to these creatures. You often reminisced of your days before this nightmare you were trapped in. Wishing, hoping to wake up. You arrived in the township by yourself, close to sunset. The folks at colony house were welcoming albeit, strange. You understood now. Often disassociating from the truth and drowning yourself in a journal or sneaking off to vape THC, often walking in the woods, trying to make sense of things, to find… something. Like everyone's first night, you struggled to take in what this place was, what it did to people, not wanting or willing to trust anyone. There was no answers or information as to why this was all happening, no one communicated, and you felt alone. Everyone else seemingly accepting their fates. Except one person. A guy by the name of Randall who people whispered about in the colony house. After hearing some not so stellar rumors about fighting and guns, you initially opted to stay away. Not just from him but closing yourself off to others as well. Sure, some of them seemed nice, but you knew no one or the circumstances that led you to this place. It just didn’t make sense. It was hard to trust anyone, truly. 

After your third night here, you awoke from maybe two hours of sleep to find people rummaging through your things. Personal items mixed with sentimental items that you once thought held value. You were in the middle of a move, taking only your most precious items with on the initial voyage from Key West to Seattle escaping from a violent DV situation literally upheaving your entire life. A new life, new beginnings and new opportunities you had once looked forward to. That was before the tree appeared in the road and the crows circled above.  

The car alarm was jarring waking you from an unrestful sleep, you bolted out the door to see people with handfuls of your clothes, bagging up your journals and other personal effects. It felt as if they were taking what was left from your old life, what made you, you. Without hesitation you started ripping your items from the hands of the thieves. One of the women started yelling while trying to yank back your things, you didn’t hear her and acted out, launching a solid fist into her jaw causing her to fall back as others went to restrain you trying to talk about the rules, and other things you were too upset to hear.  

This place was already loathsome enough, you thought. “You can't take my things!” You yelled as people held you back, each holding one arm. You bucked and screamed until they let go and you fell to the ground. A crowd had begun to form on the porch, watching you. You could feel the heat of anger and embarrassment rise in your cheeks. You pant in defeat, looking at the ground sobbing as people loaded your things into the home. Boots appeared in front of you and a hand reached down. A deep voice spoke out “Here, stand up” You recognized the face immediately as Randall, who had wandered over after hearing the commotion. Him and some folks from town were trying to build some kind of radio tower near the garden.  

You took his hand and stood, dusting off the front of your pants where wet dirt had stained your knees. “Don’t let them see you like this” he whispered. “Give her back her shit!” He yelled to the crowd. Donna stepped forward demanding everyone calm down, she then firmly reminded Randall of the rules if “she” wanted to stay here. “As a community, we have to share everything equally” she had said to him while looking at you. “My journals? My clothes? Are you serious? Its all I have!” You said wanting to swing again but refraining, what good would it do. Your stuck with everyone here anyway. “That or you can do as Randall here did and leave if you don't like the rules” she said directly to you in a condescending manor.  

You storm off in a huff, not wanting to display any more emotion than you already have. You walked away fists clenched and head down when you heard footsteps beside you. “Thank you.” You said. Looking up and meeting his eyes. It was Randall. His smoldering gaze made your breath catch in your throat. He stood at least a foot or more taller than you, athletic build, clean shaved buzz cut, hazel-green eyes, and a dimpled chin. Funny you thought, all the talk about him, how terrible he is, how difficult he can be, and yet he was the only person to stick up for you.  

“Its bullshit, you know it, I know it. They tried that with me too when I got here.” He said as you two continued walking away. “What did you do? Did you get your things back?” You asked. “Yeah eventually, and they kicked me out because of it. Didn’t want to follow their rules” he said with a half grin. “I stay in the bus away from everyone else.” He lamented. Explaining how Donna had showed him how to use the talisman and wished him luck as he took his things. "Wow. What a peach," you said. “I'm Randall, by the way” he said while sticking a hand out. You reached to shake it “Y/N” you replied.  

It was nice talking to someone, you had felt alone here for the past few days, even more so when they began taking your things, it felt like your identity being stripped away. He seemed to understand, and vice versa, you understood him and his reasoning. He had already come to terms with some new truths about this place having been here longer, but you were still taking it all in, or rather, bottling it up and pushing it away. Whatever worked really. “So, where are you going?” He asked while walking beside you. “I guess, just for a walk to clear my head. Wanna come?” You asked, flashing a smile at him. “Sure. Anything to get away” you both chuckled as you led the way to the tree line. 

You learned a lot from him that day you first met him. You exchanged stories of your lives before, where you were going, what you were doing prior. He spoke candidly with you. It was truly refreshing. Sure, he was abrasive and blunt. You could see that on the surface, but somewhere below, you could see he was kind, that he cared, and that he, like the rest of us, was scared. You found it easy to talk to him and it was nice having conversations that didn’t completely revolve around death or scary night serial killer creatures. It was a nice escape from reality, one you both suffered from and needed badly. Spending much of your walk laughing and cracking jokes. His humor was dark much like your own, something you appreciated. You quickly found yourself wanting to talk to him all the time. He was relatable and understanding. He exuded strength and confidence and a no bullshit demeanor. Everyone else seemed so fake, or so lost. 

Although your conversations mostly remained light, he did speak about the people here too, about not trusting anyone, and how no one has really done anything or tried to figure this all out. He explained that living in the bus was hard, the creatures came every night like a routine, he studied them closely. Trying to find weaknesses, vulnerabilities, any information really. You two had stopped for a while. You remembered you had your pen in your pocket and asked him if he was ok with it. "Do you mind if I uh" you said as you wiggled the pen in your fingers. “Nah” he said with a grin. He stood taking stock of the environment you found yourselves in as smoke billowed from your lips into the cold morning air. You nonchalantly hold the pen out to him while also examining the environment. He looked down and grabbed the pen before clicking the button and drawing from the mouthpiece. Eliciting a couple small coughs from him. “Thanks, needed to take the edge off” he said while trying to catch his breath as you two began the trek back to town. You hadn't wandered off too far, never did in fear of getting lost before dark.  

He walked back to colony house with you. You didn’t want to go back, wasn’t ready to after this morning but nightfall approached. Randall stopped at the steps as you ascended. “Thank you, for today. I was really struggling, so, I appreciate you talking with me. It was nice.” You said with a coy smile. He nodded “Tomorrow we’ll get your stuff back okay.” He said. “Thank you, please be safe.” You lamented, truly hoping he made it through the night. You at least found solace in knowing you made a friend here. Knowing that made you feel less alone, but when you were on the couch at night as the creatures roamed the streets as Randall watched. You felt more alone than ever. A resident walked by wearing your shoes. You rolled your eyes and turned over, waiting for the night to be over. Tomorrow you would get your things back. You decided you weren't coming back to colony house. Maybe you could stay with someone in town, but you just couldn’t stay sane in a house full of people, especially when they were taking your things. You drifted off thinking of Randall, and what it must be like to stay on the bus at night.  

You were awoken by screaming. Someone had gotten killed last night and their body was left in the road in town. You heard residents chatter as Donna left to help dispose of the body. Before your mind could fully wake your body pulled itself up and ran for the door. You walked over to town, not wanting to see the body, but wanting to make sure it wasn’t Randall. A crowd formed around the body as Boyd tried to control the commotion with his hands waving telling people to move back. The bus was down the street a bit further away when you saw the door open and Randall step out to see what happened, who had gotten killed. Boyd gave his speech about safety at night and not trusting the creatures. You found yourself walking over to the bus where Randall stood arms crossed leaning against the open door. He straightened as you approached. “Let's go get your things” he said. “No one needs your journals and shit but you!” He said while starting to walk.  

The crowds were all down near the diner speculating about last night's murder. Only one or two people were at the house. You began collecting your personal effects from the rooms and basement where much of it was stored, mixed with other linens in a chest. “What if they don’t let me stay anymore” you said, voice full of concern. Randall set a bag down thinking for a moment. “Then you can stay in the bus with me.” The words sent shivers down your spine. The bus seemed so unsafe; he spoke about how vulnerable it made him feel. No shades for the windows, no pretending like everything is ok at night like the others have the luxury of doing. But it also excited you in a way. Randall was the only person here you’ve connected with, and on a deep level. You felt compelled to stay with him for reasons that can only be blamed on your hormones and lack of social life here. Maybe you would both be better off if neither of you were alone. You could feel heat rise in your cheeks as you continued to pack your things and head for the bus. 

After dropping off your things to the bus Randall was kind enough to help you carry, you both opted for another walk in the woods. It was a calmer environment; it was almost like being taken away from the commotion and despair that was the township and the townsfolk. Randall was a breath of fresh air. He saw through the bullshit and told it like it is. You appreciated his directness, especially when it came to you. “They think what they're doing is right, but they have no idea, no one does" you could sense the frustration in his voice. An emotion you shared. You agreed. “I get people are scared, we all are, but why can't anyone come together and think of something more than a temporary fix. These talismans are Band-Aids over a bigger issue were almost ignoring or just not trying hard enough to figure out. How many people are here, have been here, with nothing to show for it? With no answers as to why or how?” Randall shook his head. “See, you get it” he said as he reached to grab the pen from your hand.  

You two had found a log to sit and chat. Remarking at the landscape, trying to find something, anything really. Every answer he found only led to more questions, but at least he was trying rather than ignoring it like nothing ever happened. Like we all just chose to live here, to be here. Neither him nor you accepted that sentiment. He wanted out just like you did. But in the meantime, at least you had each other in a way.  

He never said anything but it seemed like he enjoyed your company. Willingly going on walks with you and talking for hours about anything. You were both a nice distraction for each other from the daily depression of existence within the confines of this horrible place. You found solace in him. A warm presence like protection and safety. That night you two had stayed awake for the most part talking through the screeches and screaming heard in the distance. Helping one another to ignore the words of the creatures when they would tap on the bus windows asking to come inside. It was scary but you two got through it.  

He had been used to this for some time. As used to it as someone could get, you supposed. But he was able to help you through your first night on the bus. “Focus on me” he said when they wandered to the window at the seat you occupied. He sat next to you and reached for your hand squeezing tightly. “Just focus on me”. The words he spoke echoed in your mind that evening until it darkened with slumber.  

You must have drifted off at some point because you awoke at first daylight as the sun began streaming into the windows. Randall was still sitting next to you. Had he held your hand all night? You must have fallen asleep on him. He could have shifted or asked you to move so he could sleep as well. But he didn’t. He sat there with you all night as your head rest upon his shoulder. When you moved, he jumped suddenly, eyes shot open and looking around. “Hey, hey, it's okay.” You said grabbing his leg and shaking it gently. He immediately relaxed.  

“Bad dream?” You asked. “No. No I uh, I just never really fall asleep in here. Sorry.” He spoke in a soft voice. “I haven't been able to sleep much at all my self since I've been here. But I was able to last night. I have you to thank for that” you looked on as he processed what you said. “Don’t worry about it. I should uh, thank you too. Having you here I guess, made it easier for me. Not having to be alone when those things show up.” He said clearing his throat and shifting slightly in his seat. “I appreciate you letting me sleep here. And I'm sorry about falling asleep on you” you said sheepishly.  

He grabbed your hand once more “Like I said, don’t worry about it.” A light smile lingered on his lips before he left. He had gone up to colony house again. Him and a few others that he was able to gather, had left to scavenge materials for the radio tower they were building. He would be gone for a while, so you spent your day mostly in the woods searching for answers, stopping by the diner for a quick meal then returning to the bus before nightfall.  

You sat in the fourth row back from the entrance. There was a break in seating here and room for your things in front of you without feeling crowded. This was normally where he would sit. You sat and journaled about your day, about last night. Jotting down ideas, possible relations between happenings and the effects, trying to make sense of things. The familiar ding of the nightly bell Boyd used to warn the townsfolk rang on the distance as the sky began to darken.  

You realized Randall wasn’t back at the bus yet. Your mind spiraled into worry. You panicked rushing to the bus door closing it and waiting for him to arrive. You looked in all directions when you spot him emerge from by the clinic. He’s running to the bus as those creatures slowly follow behind him ever so menacingly. You open the door before he gets to it yelling for him to hurry. He rushes in and runs to a seat. You shut the door behind him insuring its fully closed then rush to help him. Was he hurt? What was going on? He was frantically tearing at his clothes and swatting as if there was something near him. 

You stepped close to him trying to calm him, it was as if he could hear you but couldn’t respond. You could see he was scared and was seeing something you couldn’t, his eyes flickered looking at something. Not odd for this place but nonetheless, you were concerned. He was back on the bus, but was he actually safe? What happened out there? You wondered as you tried to calm him. “Randall! Hey! It’s me you’re okay!!” You tried to consol him. You grabbed onto him holding his arms and entering his vision. He was sunk into the seat eyes still wide with fear. You put your weight on him, straddling him in the seat grabbing his face trying to redirect his attention. “Randall!” You yelled helplessly. You were scared, unsure what else to do in this moment. Unsure how to help. 

He sat with you on top of him, still unphased. It’s as if he was stuck in a waking nightmare. Suddenly all you could think was to potentially shock his system somehow to take him out of it. "Randall, focus on me, okay?” You lean in quickly, pressing your lips to his, breathing deeply through your nose. Laughter could be heard coming from the creatures that had gathered around the bus. You ignored them. You continued kissing him. Softly pressing your lips to his watching his reaction. His eyes went half lidded before flickering shut.  

His breathing slowed and body stopped trembling. He kissed you back, wrapping his arms around your waist. You embraced it and closed your eyes. You didn’t expect that. You pulled away for a moment examining his expression, wanting to know if he was out of the woods so to speak. “Are you okay?” You asked. He looked at you with surprise. “Why did you do that?” He spoke softly, still holding you to him. “I'm so sorry. I didn’t know what else to do, I just wanted to shock your system or something. I had to pull you out of that! I was scared for you, and you showed up past dark and-" he cut you off suddenly, pulling your face back to his. You melted in his grasp, returning the kiss with fervor. You wrapped your arms around him while he pulled you closer as your tongues searched each other's mouths, teeth clashing as you vigorously and passionately kiss. 

Somewhere outside there was knocking at the windows of the bus as the creatures taunted you. Neither him nor you paid attention. Your focus remained on each other. As long as the talisman hung from the frame of the bus within and the doors and windows were shut, you were fine as far as you knew. Not accounting for whatever happened to Randall. Regardless of what it was you were able to redirect his attention and pull him back, putting his focus back on you. 

Moans escaped your lips as his hands caressed your back, sides, and hips, rocking you on him. You could begin to feel the stillness grow in his pants. It was hard to ignore as it pressed against your thigh. His hands slid under the backside of your shirt; you could feel the cold air from the bus creep underneath. You took a moment to pull your shirt up over your head, fully immersing yourself in the heat of the moment. You weren't even thinking about those things outside watching. Let them, you thought. 

You caught his gaze after removing your shirt, his eyes met yours with a look of longing. You felt the same, the need. You had only been alone here for less than a week, he had been here for months. You could only imagine how alone he must have felt. Your heart ached for him, but your body lusted. You could feel heat envelope every part of you, concentrating in your groin where you began to throb for him. Your hand wandered his body, exploring every muscle, every curve and line, tracing it with your fingers, following where it led. He continued rocking your hips into him, his face now stern with concentration as he looked in your eyes watching you squirm as he rocked you slowly forward then slowly back. 

The look in his eyes as he watched you soaked your panties, that, and the friction he applied. But the way he looked at you, like he needed you, drove the innermost primal part of you absolutely insane. You began rocking with his grip, pushing yourself onto his stillness. Your head flung back as he began pressing kisses to your décolletage, biting at the fleshy mounds beneath your bra breathing heavily. 

You slid a hand between you and him down to his waistline tugging at the buttons on his jeans. He motioned to undo them and took them and his boxers off. You stood and slid your pants and panties down as well, taking them off completely before returning to his lap. You grabbed his shoulders to steady yourself as you put your knees on either side of him, while he slapped your ass. You cried out at the sting of the slap that reverberated through the silence of the bus. He looked up at you and grinned, rubbed up your thighs to your backside, grabbing a handful of flesh in each hand and bringing you in for another passionate kiss.  

Your chest heaved against his as you lustfully devoured him. You could feel him even firmer now. You were soaking wet; he must feel it you thought as you mindlessly grinded against his length. After breaking from the kiss, you lean your forehead to his looking into his eyes then down at your hand that was moving to grip him. He gasped as you took hold of him, stroking him slowly as you looked into his eyes. He was rock hard and throbbing. His tip sticky with precum. You used your fingers to spread it around before scooting yourself against him and sliding his length up and down your slit.  

Your hand held him firm to you as you slightly moved up and down. His manhood throbbing against your clit as he slid so easily against your slick cunt. He had been pawing at your flesh, squeezing, pinching and scratching at your back as you teased him. His face buried between your breasts sucking and biting. He would reach up and grab them and caress them, running his tongue over them leaving a trail of cooled skin behind that made you shiver every time he breathed.  

He would look up at you periodically, watching your face enjoy him. The hand you used to hold him against you slowly started applying pressure until he was at your entrance, and you slowly slid down, taking time to accept his size within you. You cried out as he breached, just the tip making you want more. You slid down fully, watching his face contort as you forced him inside you. You were dripping wet yet he was quite substantial, so you felt yourself stretch as he entered.  

You wrap your arms around his neck as you start to slowly grind and bounce on top of him. His hands were back at your hips trying to control the speed, pushing you down on him harder each time. His look was stern as he focused on you, looking directly into your eyes as he met every bounce of yours with a thrust of his own. Each thrust drawing a cry from you. Your moans and cries of passion paired with his grunts and heavy breathing, drowned out all the outside noise. All the screaming all the nightmarish things just beyond the windows were now worlds away. They could probably hear you over at colony house with how intense it was, how loud he had you. You pick up your knees bringing your feet onto the seat on either side of him, grabbing his shoulders as you continue to ride him. 

His head fell back against the seat eyes closed as he used his hands placed under your thighs to help lift you as you rose and fell against his length. A look of relaxation and serenity you had never seen on him before. You provided a peaceful temporary escape for him. You watched as his chest rose and fell with each panting breath that escaped his lips. You watched how his lips quivered with each passing exhale. You reach a hand up from his shoulders and caress his face softly, he burrowed his cheek into your embrace. You cradled him as he looked at you adoringly. You wondered what he was thinking. 

You felt his grip tighten on your thighs as he grabbed you and flipped you onto the seat. He hovered above you as you pulled your knees to your chest. He pushed heavily against you, leaning into your knees, filling you completely. He leaned back slightly, grabbing behind your knees, placing your ankles upon his shoulders as he began drilling into you. The pain he must have experienced here, the things he's seen. You couldn’t imagine. You wanted him to take it all out on you, to have you exactly how he would want. All of his frustrations, anger, and fear, pounded into your readily waiting cunt. You wanted to give him that release, anything to take the pain away, even if only for a moment. 

Your legs clung loosely around his neck as he continued pressing his weight against you, forcing loud moans to escape your lips every time he buried himself within you, hitting your cervix. He was so enveloped in you. Watching your face twist with every thrust against you.  

He needed this, but so did you, perhaps neither one of you knew. It would have eventually led here though you thought.  He was the only one in town you found yourself able to relate to, the only one who stood up for you. Whatever ideas or thoughts people had about him were wrong. They just didn’t know him or understand him. This place makes people crazy; everyone reacts differently. It’s a big change to adapt to that no one wants to. 

Enveloped in your thoughts about him as the pleasure began to become overwhelming, you pulled your legs back down spreading them wide and wrapping them around his back as you tugged on his shirt, pulling him in for another passionate kiss. Holding him as close to you as you could. You took his tongue into your mouth, sucking it and pulling from the kiss with a gentle bite to his lip. This only made his motions increase furiously. He slammed into you continuously, teeth gritted, eyes narrow. A wave of pleasure washed over you emanating from your core, a sensation that began taking over your entire body. You clawed at his back, leaving red lines trailing your fingernails, it made him shiver under your touch. He could tell you were close; he was too. “Please, don’t stop!” You cooed in his ear.  

The creatures still outside could be heard chattering near the windows. Why were they watching? Maybe it mattered, maybe it didn’t. Right now, it didn’t, Randall was your focus and you-his. You had managed to pull him from his waking nightmare, however difficult that may have been. You did it, you helped him. Whatever control they had over him, was not present when he was with you. 

Hearing your plea, he maintained his rhythm as your legs began to quiver and shake around him. You squeezed your legs tightly around him as you arched your back, meeting his thrusts with your own enthusiasm. Still holding him close, his forehead resting against yours, your eyes watched each other approach the precipice of climax, focusing only on one another. You could feel him begin to pulsate within you as your own climax began to coalesce. Your walls clenching tightly around him as he buried himself to the hilt. No longer able to hold on. As your own climax eclipsed his. The pulsating of his member echoed by your own quivering climax. You both erupted. Your moans filling the air of the bus and beyond. The feeling, immeasurable, as he let out an animalistic groan, thrusting into you with every pulsating shot of his essence that painted your insides. You could feel each pump, burning you from within, a fire you so badly desired.  

His face relaxed, shoulders dropped, every ounce of tension left his body with his seed, spilled deep within you. Your bodies, both shaking with exhaustion and satisfaction. Temporary focus offering temporary relief for you both. He slumped beside you cradling you to him with his large arms wrapped around you. You felt his breath on your neck, still heavy but slowing, his stillness pressed against your back as pearls of his desire dripped from your core, slowly leading a trail down your thigh.  

He pulled a blanket draped over the seat behind him and spread it over you and him with one arm. You turned your head slightly to him and raised a palm to stroke his cheek as you planted a kiss upon his lips before turning back around. He looked at you admiringly, his eyes soft and a smile that touched the corners of his lips. He kissed the back of your head before cradling himself in the crook of your neck as he held you close to him. "Thank you for letting me stay here with you.” You felt him nod and his arms squeeze you tighter. “I'm not going anywhere; you don’t have to tell me what's going on if you don’t want to. Just know I'm here, you're not alone, and my focus is on you.” You spoke candidly in loving voice. He only nuzzled his face into your neck further, peppering your shoulder with light kisses as he quickly drifted to sleep. 

[teneven]

Let lust take you with it.

- King Asmodeus.

[tikiki05]

I’ve been seeing lots of chatter from people wanting more fanfic of Earth-42 Miles Morales, so I thought I’d post this fun snippet of him from chapter 9 of my story Prowls for Silk where the Morales’s and the Devis have dinner together!

It’s him talking with his mom and then chatting with the Earth-42 variations of my OCs Jordan and Riley. Riley’s the same age as Miles and goes to Visions Academy with him. They’ve been friends since childhood but have had some turbulence in their friendship due to their own struggles in life. If you guys like it, maybe I’ll post the other Miles snippets from this story? Let me know!

Evening. While Rio rushed to cook a large dinner for her family and their expected guests, Miles was setting the table with plates and cutlery.

“Mijo, you all ready?”

“Yes, mami,” He replied in a slight groan.

“Hey, what’s with the attitude?”

“I don’t have an attitude,” He retorted.

Frowning, Rio went over and held Miles shoulders. “Look, I know you’re not crazy about family gatherings like this, but this means a lot to me. And your uncle, too. I promise we won’t keep you too long, alright? And you can catch up with Riley! That’ll be nice, yeah?”

“Yeah, I guess,” He said with a little smile. “It’s just…gonna feel weird having so many people here.”

Rio sighed and nodded her head.

“I get it. Everything will be fine, I promise. You got everything else ready? You got clean clothes on? You smell good?”

“Yes mom,” Miles answered in slight embarrassment.

At that moment, Aaron stepped through the front door with Vinex, Jordan, and Riley after picking them all up in his car. They were each dressed nicer than usual, appropriate for an evening with close family friends.

Rio quickly went over to greet Vinex with a tight hug that was gladly returned.

“Hey you! Ay me, it’s been too long since I’ve last seen you!”

“The same to you, Rio! You look lovely!”

“Please, you’re one to talk with your fancy new chest! Am I allowed to say they look great?”

Vinex let out a hearty laugh while nodding their head, a little embarrassed but mostly delighted at the compliment.

Jordan went over to Miles. “Hey dude! How ya been?”

“I’ve been fine, how’re you?”

“Good, good. The braids are still looking fresh, you’re taking good care of them.”

“Thanks, I’m doing my best, Uncle Aaron helps me a lot.”

“Think you’ll get twists like me one day?”

“Hey, maybe.”

Riley then stepped over, subtly tapping on Jordans hand. Riley always struggled with conversation, and wanted their fathers help.

“Oh, hey, so how’s school going for you two?”

Jordan asked them both.

Miles shrugged. “Fine I guess. I hate the uniforms though, I’ll never get used to it.”

“Same, the colors on them are awful,” Riley agreed.

Miles smirked. “Nah, it’s a good thing you’re in that uniform. Your style’s so trashy.”

“Duh, that’s the point, that’s why I like it.”

“You like everything you own in hot pink and zebra print?”

“And Hello Kitty, don’t forget that.”

“You’re weird.”

“Your face is weird.”

Jordan then cut off the lighthearted roasting. “You’re both weird, especially at being friends.”

“He hates me cause I’m brave,” Riley crossed their arms.

“Yeah, you’d have to be brave to wear what you do outside of school.”

Rio then stepped over. “Are you still having an attitude?”

“It’s fine Rio, they’re just teasing each other, nothing new,” Jordan reassured.

[jotasuis]

How I found out about trump getting shot

[justafanbutcurious]

[airlocksandaviaries]

2 genres of fanfiction:

1) put that guy into situations

2) take that guy OUT of situations for the love of GOD let them REST 

[redeyeingirs]

Heyo

It's not that I do this super often, I have quite a lot of work and my own projects right now, the university is eating all the nerves out of me. However, here's something for one fanfiction that pleasantly surprised, heh. To be honest, I haven't seen fanfiction on the "The Thing" fandom before, although I like the movie. In general, here are some gifts for @pixienohken

Tw: blood, oke?

A version of the little goblin with and without snow

Jayluf makes claws

Something else

bug woman

I'm done here

[witchthewriter]

𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ female, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ | ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ ᴵᴵ

ISTP

Slytherin

Chaotic Neutral

Aries Sun, Sagittarius Moon, Capricorn Rising

𝑺𝑭𝑾🌿

・Everyone knew Randall was an asshole from the get-go. Loud-mouthed, aggressive, and does not play well with others.

・He rubbed people the wrong way, his defense was up 24/7. The dude was a pure menace.

・But everyone reacts differently to this town. There were so many questions and hardly any questions. Could an individual's personality be turned up? Maybe.

・So you decided to give him a chance.

・Knocking on the bus' door, a shout came from inside ("Yeah, Yeah, I'm coming!")

・Swinging it open, he looked at you expectantly. It made your confidence waver.

"I ugh, I thought maybe I could show you around town? Ya know, since you've been in the bus for so long."

"Ugh, maybe another time..."

"Oh, okay," you couldn't lie - rejection still hurt, even in this purgatory of a town.

As you turned away, you heard Randall's voice.

"But um, maybe tomorrow?"

A blush crept onto your cheeks as you nodded.

・It took a while for him to warm up to you.

・And when you kissed for the first time; it freaKED HIM OUT.

・He emotionally pushed you away. Afraid of his feelings, of opening up, of caring and then having it all ripped away.

・But after two weeks, your feelings solidified for each other. And it was all because a monster nearly killed you.

・Randall's feelings came at him full blast once he realised you could have died. And if you have ever seen a protective boyfriend ... no you haven't. Not until Randall.

・He was by your bedside - even after you had fully healed. He wouldn't leave you alone.

"Oh, you do care-" you said playfully one morning. And Randall had a tear in his eye.

"You don't understand..." He said, quickly wiping it away, "I don't understand this place, fucked if I know how or when we'll go home. But ... you're mine now."

・His nicknames for you started out as your last name, and then he chose your eye colour. But after your relationship was officially he started calling you, 'babe', and mockingly: 'sweetpea,' 'honey buns.'

・Likes sharing his clothes with you (but NO ONE ELSE. Seriously.)

・You definitely do not call him Randall, when you do it makes him think he's in trouble.

・So you call him the most randomest, sickly-sweet nicknames; just trying to make him blush. He usually just rolls his eyes.

・He moved out of the bus and into the room you'd been staying in.

・Since the bar no longer had a shop keep, the two of you kind of took it over.

・Even if either of you don't like to drink alcohol, you somehow brighten up the place and people feel more welcome.

・Always kisses you goodmorning and goodnight. (He stays awake all night, checking and rechecking the monsters can't get in (they can't) but the thought of being caught asleep next to you, completely defenceless causes so much anxiety for him.)

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

Asshole To Everyone Except One Person (Randall) x Is That One Person, Will Never Admit That It Makes Them Feel Special (You)

“I care about you!” (You) x “You shouldn’t!” (Randall)

Thinks They're In Charge (Randall) x Is Actually In Charge (You)

𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆

Defying Expectations

Bickering and Banter

Mutual Growth and Empowerment

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

Talk Show Host by Radiohead

Please Please Please Epic Version by Morgan Clae

Too Sweet by Hozier

[ashoppingtrolleyintheliffey]

the l word.

fandom: From pairings: Julie Matthews & Kristi Miller (friendship) rating: general audiences. Summary: Julie really needs to talk to someone who'll understand.

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Julie walks in front of the "hospital" at least three times. She's trying to make sense of her thoughts. Now that everything has settle down (or none of her family is missing or in direct danger) it's easier to think about it. To think about the kiss.

Or, how she made a fool of herself asking for Fatima to kiss her.

Julie can feel heat rising to her cheeks. She can feel heat between her legs too. She knew what it all meant, and yet it was hard for her to wrap her head around it all. It was stupid to be this riled up about it, and maybe she shouldn't even be thinking about it. It wouldn't matter anyway, stuck in this town, when would she have time to think about kissing or dating. She should just put through her head that it didn't matter. They were stuck, and she would never have a normal life ever again. And she shouldn't be worried about stupid things. Those teenager milestones didn't matter anymore, right? Right.

So Julie decided there was no need to go have the conversation she was going to have. And then she turned back around, ready to go home. And then she finds herself crashing on something and almost falling down. Strong hands holding her by the arms.

"Hey, you ok?" Kristi's voice reaches Julie's ear before she even sees the woman properly.

"Yeah… Yes. I'm good." Julie answers. Suddenly Kristi's touch feels like hot iron and Julie is backing away from the woman.

"You looked like you wanted to come in. Come on, there's just me. I'll make you some tea." And then Kristi's arm is holding Julie close and she finds herself just following the woman.

Kristi settles Julie on the bed. Opting to sit down at a chair in front of it, after she brings to mugs with hot tea.

"You seemed nervous to get in. I promise whatever you need to tell me, I'll keep a secret as long as I possibly can. Doctor-Patient confidentiality still applies even in this place." Kristi says, with a warm smile. Again Julie finds herself blushing furiously.

"It's not…" Julie stops herself. She's already there. And she knows Kristi isn't dumb. She knows what the woman is implicitly trying to tell her. Julie doesn't know if it's worst to make the paramedic think she's possibly pregnant than say the actual truth to her. Julie feels so incredibly childish then. She's 17 for god's sake, what kind of 17 year old doesn't know who they are these days?

It's not even like she doesn't have friends who… Julie looks at Kristi with teary eyes. "It's not a doctor kind of conversation." Julie says and she hopes. She really does hope with all of her being that Kristi understands what she means, because she isn't ready to say anything out loud yet. It seems like they look at each other's eyes for a few minutes before Kristi leaves the chair to sit by Julie's side.

It doesn't take a lot for Kristi to understand. The girl is young, and really, she should've seen it coming, with the way Julie followed Fatima around like a lost puppy. When she does, she feels her heart break and swells for the teenager in front of her.

"The first time I wanted to kiss a girl I was about your age. It felt like some prohibited thing that I couldn't possibly do, or be." Kristi said, and Julie felt herself released a breath she didn't know she had been holding. "I was so scared I almost hit her face with mine when we kissed." Kristi laughed. Julie smiled a bit.

"I always thought my friends were trying to act adult when they were talking about boys, that there was no way they actually thought they were attractive." Julie doesn't know why she says it, why that's the first thing that comes to her mind. "I could never understand why they cared so much about them." It's like every new detail she thinks back adds up in her mind. How could she have ignored the signs of it?

"We all have our process. I can see hear the wheels turning in your head, trying to connect pieces of it. You don't have to do it. Just ler yourself feel what you feel. And don't feel guilty about it. There's nothing wrong with you."

"It just feels so stupid to be thinking about it. To worry about it, being in here. I mean there's so much to worry about in here. And now I'm worried if I…" Julie's rambling ins stopped by the tears in her eyes. Kristi just keeps her arm looped around Julie's shoulders, her hand soothingly petting the girl's head. "Now I'm worried I won't ever know for sure, won't ever kiss a girl. Will never know what it feels like."

Kristi tighten her grip on the girl. Her heart breaks seeing her like this. She could never imagine what it was to be a teenager stuck in that place. Trying to figure it out who you are, having almost no people close to you in age.

"Ok, first," Without her arm around the girl, she could hold her hands and face her. "you don't have to do anything to know who you are, Julie.", She knew this entire situation sucked, but she couldn't let the girl feel hopeless.

"And second, we don't know. Maybe your father and Jade will find a way out of this place. You're young, you don't have to rush anything." Even if there were still a few tears on Julie's eyes, she felt relieved. She felt safe to let herself feel what she'd been pushing down for so long.

"Is it always like this? The guilt, I mean. It's so stupid to feel like this." Julie tried to make sense of her thoughts. Somehow, she felt scared Kristi would judge her for it. That Kristi would feel judged by it. "Like I know it's not wrong, I'm not homophobic."

"Hey, no. Don't. I know what you mean." Kristi's voice was steady. "It's normal to feel guilty or wrong. That's society talking, and we're usually kinder to others than we are to ourselves." Kristi had her medical voice out. "You're not wrong to feel like this, Julie. Just don't let it fester inside you, ok?"

Julie nodded. She felt better. She felt like only talking about it had lifted some weight she'd been caring on her shoulders. They stayed in silence a bit. Kristi holding Julie, letting the gitl know she was fine.

"Thank you," Julie said. Her face with a thankful smile. She felt much more confident than she'd been feeling before.

"Don't worry. I'm here whenever you need or want to talk." Kristi let the teenager go. Happy that she'd been able to help. That for the time she'd been in this place, she'd spent at least one hour worrying about things she would've worried about in life and not about monsters and being stucked in that place.

Julie left the hospital feeling a little more confident in herself. A little less ashamed. Maybe they would find a way to leave that place. Maybe a girl her own age would appear and she'd have someone to fall in love with.

For the rest of the afternoon, Julie let herself imagine a different life, and feel a good anxiety when thinking about liking girls.

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A/N: I'm not super happy about this, so it might get some edits in the future. but I wanted to post it instead of having it be only in my documents with no one to read it.

I couldn't let go from that scene, and really, the entire thing of Julie clearly crushing on Fatima that the show never mentioned again. So yeah... thanks for reading it.

[outromoony]

Me when the slow burn is slow burning

[gothamite-rambler]

"Weird Questions from a Weird City: Batfamily Edition

Duke Thomas: What’s your biggest fear?

Jason Todd: That I’ll never be good enough for anyone.

Tim Drake: Everyone hates me and talks about me behind my back.

Dick Grayson: Vampires.

Jason Todd: ...

Tim Drake: ...

Dick Grayson: I got turned into one once and nearly killed peoples. It's a bloodlust, you never know when you'll be fully quenched and every non-vampire is a succulent vessel... But I'm not a vampire anymore and that is in my past.

Dick eats his apple after that.

*silence*

Duke Thomas: Holy crap stick, Batman.

Tim: Can I change my option to Dick Grayson?

Jason: Same.

[just-french-me-up]

this is a PSA for fic writers who haven't updated in a while :

there are fics out there I'm subscribed to that have gone double digit months without updating.

rest assured the moment those babies catapult an AO3 email my way i'm dropping from the face of the earth to sink my teeth into them

i'll wait, and so will your readers

[zipper-neck]

You know the fic is going to be great when 😈