#Motionless In White blurb

[ciginatree]

Chris pushing your thighs open and going "Oooh, she's pretty" 🥵🫠

😫ugh just imagine him massaging your calves and pressing small kisses to the tops of your thighs, mossy eyes staring up at you before fluttering closed. He slips his hands further up your legs as his body slips further down. All you can do is grip the sheets when his fingers work their way between your legs and gently push outwards. Your legs fall to the side and his gaze is trapped on your pussy. “Oooh,” his breath fans over your sensitive skin and he looks back up to you with a dark, lustful look. “She’s pretty.”

Tags: @abiomens @rumoured-whispers @exitwoundsx @eternallytiredsinger

[ladyveronikawrites]

FROM AUSTRALIA WITH LOVE (Ricky Olson x Vinny Mauro)

Sara / @sitkowski sent me a picture that Rick took that sent me spiraling. I did mention to her that I needed Rick and Vin to get nasty with each other in the worst way possible. This is not that, this is very soft. (pic from vlog)

A true one -shot, unbeta'd - please enjoy [if you want these two getting nasty let me know<3]

Maybe it’s exhaustion making Rick’s brain a little fuzzy when he places the wine bottle on top of the Vinny's suitcase in the middle of the hotel room. Should he put it in the fridge? Probably. Yet, he considers opening the bottle, but something catches his eye. The lid of the bottle matches perfectly with the suitcase. His heart flutters in delight as he rummages through his bag for his camera. Something so simple can strike a moment of inspiration. 

Delirious mischief ignites his body into action. But before he can act on reckless abandon, Rick places his camera on the table behind him. 

Grinning wildly, Rick crouches by the suitcase while Vinny mumbles something that doesn’t quite reach his ears; his heart pounding loudly with excitement. Taking a slow and deliberate inhale Rick adjusts the lens and exposure before taking the shot. Bringing the camera close he examines the image on the preview screen and his breath catches. His eyes linger a little too long on the way Vinny rests casually against the headboard, neck hunched over with eyes glued to his phone and legs spread out wide unhurried to move anytime soon. 

“What are you doing?” Vin asks distracted, his eyes not lifting from the phone yet a hint of curiosity rings through his tone. 

“Nothing,” Rick smirks crawling between Vinny’s legs. He slowly lifts the hem of Vinny’s long sleeve shirt exposing his tummy. He lowers his face to be mere meters away from the soft flesh. He admires Vin’s inattention briefly before peppering kisses all over the drummer’s stomach. 

“What the he-” A giggle erupts from Vinny’s throat as Rick trails kisses higher up his torso. Swiftly, Vinny pulls the sweatshirt the rest of the way off completely and Rick sighs contentedly. Rick adjusts to straddle Vinny, his knees on either side of the drummer’s hips despite the unforgiving fabric of his skinny jeans. He doesn’t mind the discomfort if it allows him to be closer to his boyfriend. 

Rick can’t help himself when he tucks a loose strand of hair behind Vinny’s ear.

“Look at me,” he whispers pulling the phone from Vinny’s grasp. Rage flashes over the drummer’s green eyes if only for a second then they soften to a mesmerizing and tranquil forest green when he smiles. 

“You could use some tattoos,” Rick huffs a gentle laugh glancing down at Vinny’s bare chest. 

“You could too,” Vinny winks lifting Rick’s freshly tattooed hand to press kisses to each knuckle. The second Vinny stops, Ricky rests the same hand around the base of Vinny’s throat but applies no pressure. 

“You like seeing my ink around your throat.” Rick shoots Vin a wicked grin.

Suddenly, Vinny curls in on himself glancing away and responds shyly, “Yes.”

“Me too,” Rick whispers brushing his lips over his boyfriend’s square jaw. 

Time slows between the two as they share a brief intimate moment. They forget the hustle of touring life as long as can in each other’s embrace. This time Vinny leans in and tilts his head slightly to press his lips against Rick’s. It’s soft and tender and completely unhurried. 

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[valiantroeagleangel]

Hi I hope you’re doing well today!

I just need to get this out because I can’t get this scenario out of my head~

So MC and Vinny have been getting close and both have crushes on each other but neither has made the first move, so one night everyone gets drunk and they have a short little hook up but after he’s quite distant and she’s like…’wth? Did I do something wrong? Does he not actually like me?’

Anyway it gets to the point where she’s fed up and takes Vinny by the hand and leads him away, pushes him up against a wall and ‘queue the hot make out session’😉 which finally leads to confession and maybe more…

But anyway making out with Vinny against a wall 🔥💕 100/100

Hi, hope you're doing well too!! 💖

HERE ME OUT SWEETIE-

You're sitting there with Vinny, looking at each other, straight in the eyes and in complete silence. You're both sitting there and the tension is growing, some kind of discomfort but also a sexual one that's unspoken. And then you just can't take it anymore, you get up, grab his hand and drag him in the corridor, away from the others.

You're pushing him against the wall and he doesn't know what to do, he is so flustered. He can't get you out of his head, can't forget about what happened the other night when you were both drunk and he is so HORNY I swear- He's been avoiding you because it was all he could think about and he didn't want to be disrespectful. But he is so worked up on you that he doesn't know what to do except running away, he can't help himself.

And so both of you are standing against the wall. You lean on him, your hand brushing his torso and you notice how red and tense he is. Just like that, you tease him, only to see his reaction and he is ready to explode. His fist is clenching and he does his best to just not grab you by the waist and push you on him as he ravishes your mouth.

But one of you has to make a move because it's going nowhere so you just ask him "What's wrong?" in a sultry voice, noticing how hard he is growing under you, the bulge in his pants increasing against your crotch. "What are you talking about? Everything is fine.", he acts all innocent but his voice is cracking already.

He swears he is going to die if you don't stop now because he already reached his limit point. But you won't stop here, of course not. You've spent the last few days worrying about him avoiding you so now that he is under your hold he is not going anywhere.

"You've been avoiding me for days Vin. Do you hate me?" You ask and you watch his face decompose. His mind is racing, worrying about the situation he put you in or if you're hating him now. He shakes his head, signifying a 'no' as you pout. "You should make it up to me then." You add and he freaks out when your mouth approaches his.

Seconds later he melts on you, grabbing you by the waist as he wished to do for the last minutes. Little did you know, now you're both making out in the hallway, out of everybody's sight.

In the end, when you finally grow apart from each other he breathes out. "I don't hate you. I'm sorry if I made you feel like I did." You're still resting on his body, hidden by the darkness of the corridor, when someone passes by. Quickly he opens a door behind you, pulling you into the bedroom.

He pushes you against the door on the other side, being the one who is caging you. "I don't hate you. I'm obsessed with you. I can't get you out of my mind, I think I'm going crazy."

The rest belong to the story. 🫣 We will see each other later about that. 🤭

Wrote this in a few minutes, it might be terrible.

[solspina]

Where is a Line for Justice Drawn?

magnus the red ⋆˙⟡

a short little blurb i threw together while i was trying to lull myself to sleep last night! not heavily edited, so i apologize for any mistakes!

heresy is unforgivable, and magnus knows this better than anyone. psykers are heretics, and leman russ knows this better than anyone. the blood of the crimson lady and a young red skinned girl is the only way to pay the price.

warnings: major character death, child death, mentions of burning/heavy injury, angst and more angst, leman is very cruel

Pride will be the death of you.

Among his brothers, it was a common misconception that the pride of Magnus the Red lay solely in his power and knowledge of the unseen universe. They believed that he took the most pleasure from understanding things even the emperor didn’t, or took great joy in knowing more than the rest of them.

Their judgements were far from the truth, for it lay instead in the things they failed to see. His pride was a perfect two sided coin, one in which the sides belonged to different women respectively, none other than his wife and daughter. His brothers knew not of this, all of them besides Leman Russ.

Leman knew the truth. He knew where the sorcerer buried his deepest weakness, it was within that pathetic psyker of a wife and the vibrant red skin of his half divine daughter. He knew of the heresy that had been committed by Magnus upon prospero. He knew how to bring Magnus to his knees. He knew that Magnus feared him.

Perhaps that was how Magnus had gotten into the position he was in today.

His wife lay motionless on the floor, her pure white robes were bloodstained and dirty, an indication that she had tried to run away. An arrow was nestled carefully between her shoulder blades, penetrating her heart and pulling her away from life incredibly slowly.

Magnus knelt by his wife’s side, weeping ever so slightly as his heart shattered further with every passing second. He avoided the gaze of Leman who stood across the room. The crimson king’s infant daughter was still in the arms of the wolf, but her voice no longer cooed sweet nothings into her father’s ears or babbled at absolutely anything. Her skin, the same color as his, now paled in comparison to its once vibrant beauty. His child was lost, gone before she could ever say her first word or experience premonition.

Aside from the great king’s gentle sobs, the crackling of flames and the screaming of entire families could be heard outside. The noises, along with the suffocating smoke in the air, came from the streets of Prospero as it burned.

“One of them felt no pain, Magnus” Leman’s voice echoed across the room as he looked down upon the crimson skinned child, not a wound on her body. He didn’t want to know how she died. He wanted no knowledge of what the wolf did to his daughter. “The other, though…”

Bruises and small cuts had completely littered every inch of his wife’s perfect skin, a surface that Magnus used to caress with such gentleness and care. It was undeniable that she would put up a fight. Inevitable that she would try to run, only to be shot through her most vital organ of life the moment she made it into Magnus’ arms. Unavoidable that Leman would walk into the room immediately after the shot was fired, their daughter lifeless in his arms.

Even now, she clung to him with the last few moments of life she had within her. Her hands were placed upon the primarch’s shoulders as she shook in terror against him.

“Please” her voice trembled as tears spilled from her eyes. “I don’t want to die… I’m scared, Magnus…” Her expression was full of fear and her voice was barely above a whisper. He could tell from the way she looked at him that she was desperately seeking comfort, but he failed to grant her that wish. He wanted to reassure her, to tell that everything would be okay, but his words caught in his throat.

He was frozen, unable to process the gravity of the situation. He could not bear seeing her afraid like this, nor could he bring himself to lie to her. Helplessness washed over him like crashing waves, pulling him in and out of reality as he cradled her in his arms, one last time. “Magnus,” she spoke once more, her words weakened as she became tired, his own voice still failing him to speak. “I love you…”

In the blink of an eye, she was gone. An incredibly broken “I love you too” finally made it’s way out of his throat, but far too late for her to hear.

Leman laughed maniacally, sickeningly. “A death fit for a psyker.” He spat, venom and contempt dripped from his voice. He walked across the room with a chilling calmness, Magnus’ daughter cradled in his arms. With a grotesque mockery of calmness, Leman placed the lifeless baby gently in her cradle. He had covered the young girl with her blanket, creating a display as if she had merely been asleep. He was teasing the weeping crimson king with every action, the cruelty of the executioner in its most pure form.

“My work for father is done here” claimed the wolf, his teeth beared in a smile as he looked down upon the pathetic excuse for a sorcerer cradling his wife. “Heretics are to be executed, brother” Leman declared, his voice cold and unyielding. He before turned on his heels as he prepared to exit Magnus’ tower, his tattered cloak billowed behind him. “You should know better.” were his final, cutting words to the crimson king as he left him to drown in his grief. His beloved tower, once home to both his family and infinite pillars of knowledge, had come to feel like more of a tomb.

Magnus carefully removed his wife from the ground and placed her down on their bed, one they shared while she was alive, before making his way to the cradle his daughter lay in. He lifted her from her bed and away from the blankets that Leman had tainted with blood, the face of the babe was peaceful and serene despite all that had happened, despite her lack of life. He opted to lay the baby in the arms of his wife, allowing the only two things that mattered more than knowledge to appear together one final time. He looked upon them with sorrow, trying desperately to convince himself that the two of them were simply sleeping. It had just been a long day and they were tired, that’s all this was.

His hands trembled as he caressed the baby’s cheek, her face illuminated by the bright orange flames that raged outside. He lay his own body next to the two women, one arm over the both of them. He spoke to them, sharing with them stories and knowledge that even humanity had not yet touched, they never would. Prospero burned, and the unrelenting flames would not cease.

Perhaps it was not selfish for the primarch to allow himself the liberty of dying next to his wife and daughter. The flames that burned his skin could never match the warmth the girls used to provide when they lived, and he’d take every ounce of the fading heat until he emitted none of his own.

Would it be selfish to become the monster that Leman had suspected? Would it be selfish to wish for change?

[halevetica]

So I promised a sneak peak of my upcoming Sterek rom com fic. So here it is. I'll post a full story blurb closer to the time when I'll start posting it, which I haven't decided when yet. Anyway, hope you like it!

The orange flowers blurred as the tears finally spilled over. He was torn between being devastated and pissed off. How dare Theo. They were two months out from celebrating two years together. Suddenly every sweet word, every I love you, every touch was a lie. If Theo didn't love him, then why pretend?

Derek replayed every memory of them together, sifting through each conversation. Every canceled plan. Every late dinner. Was it because of this Stiles guy? Did this Stiles guy know about Derek? Did he care?

His anger won out by the time he reached the apartment building. He hated this guy. He had struggled with feeling guilty for delivering the news like this, but now, he didn't care. This guy ruined his life. Or what if he hadn't? What if Derek was the other guy? He didn't know which was worse, being first or being second.

Derek snatched one of the vases from the back and headed into the large stark white apartment building.

408 was the number on the paper Laura had written.

In the elevator he stared at the note. 'I love you more than anything, love Theo' He couldn't even write two separate notes. Probably easier to keep them from getting mixed up that way.

He wasn't sure what he expected a guy named Stiles to look like, but the guy who answered the door was not it. He was average height, athletic build, stunning brown eyes, and lips so full Derek could imagine how good of a kisser he was.

"Oh, for me?" The guy asked, his eyes lighting up at the flowers.

Derek struggled to find words, but this was the moment of truth. Any possible explanation would be revealed right now. Though, Derek was certain there would be no good one. "Stiles Stilinski?" he asked.

"That's me." His lips pulled into a wide grin. "Theo always knows how to make my day." He took the vase of flowers from him.

Derek stood motionless. He didn't know what to do or say.

"Hold on just one second." Stiles shifted the vase to one hand and pulled out his wallet with the other. He plucked a ten out and held it out to Derek. "Thanks, man."

Derek could only stare, until Stiles got noticeably uncomfortable.

"Are you dating him?" he finally blurted.

Stiles' brows rose. "What?"

"Theo. You're his…"

"Boyfriend," Stiles finished, nodding. "Why?"

Derek didn't know what to say. He had been so angry but now that he was here, he was just devastated.

"He bought two," Derek said, his voice quiet.

"Two?"

"One for you and one for… someone else." He didn't know why he wasn't just coming out with it. Maybe because he knew how hard it was to hear.

Stiles' expression dropped. "Someone else?"

Derek scrubbed a hand down his face.

Stiles' eyes scanned him. "You don't look like a flower delivery guy," he said, tucking the money back into his pocket.

"I'm not."

[ash-and-books]

Rating: 4/5

Book Blurb:

From New York Times bestselling and Hugo Award-winning author T. Kingfisher comes A Sorceress Comes to Call—a dark reimagining of the Brothers Grimm's "The Goose Girl," rife with secrets, murder, and forbidden magic.

*The hardcover edition features a foil stamp on the casing and custom endpapers illustrated by the author.*

Cordelia knows her mother is . . . unusual. Their house doesn’t have any doors between rooms—there are no secrets in this house—and her mother doesn't allow Cordelia to have a single friend. Unless you count Falada, her mother's beautiful white horse. The only time Cordelia feels truly free is on her daily rides with him.

But more than simple eccentricity sets her mother apart. Other mothers don’t force their daughters to be silent and motionless for hours, sometimes days, on end. Other mothers aren’t evil sorcerers.

When her mother unexpectedly moves them into the manor home of a wealthy older Squire and his kind but keen-eyed sister, Hester, Cordelia knows this welcoming pair are to be her mother's next victims. But Cordelia feels at home for the very first time among these people, and as her mother's plans darken, she must decide how to face the woman who raised her to save the people who have become like family.

Review:

A dark reimagining of the Brothers Grimm's "The Goose Girl" filled with magic, murder, family drama, and a dash of romance. Cordelia knows her mother is not like other mothers... especially since her mother has the ability to control Cordelia physically. Cordelia lives her life restrained, in fear, forced to be obedient to her mother... and all she wants to do is escape. Yet when her mother moves them from their home into a manor of a wealthy Squire whom she plans on wedding... things take a turn. Cordelia finally finds herself having more companions and knows she has to save the Squire and his sister from her mother before they become her next victims. Yet what can a girl with no powers do against a sorceress and who will believe her? Cordelia finally feels like she's found a home with these people... but her mother's plans threaten to destroy everything and its up to Cordelia to find the courage to face the woman who raised her to save the people who have become like family to her. This was a delightful fairytale reimagining and it definitely deals with family relationships and abuse. I really enjoyed the character dynamics and the story pacing was so well done. It's definitely a quick read and really lets you step into the world. It's a fun read that I would absolutely recommend for anyone who wants a fairytale retelling or a complicated mother-daughter story with a dash of murder, magic, and found family!

Release Date: August 6,2024

Publication/Blog: Ash and Books (ash-and-books.tumblr.com)

*Thanks Netgalley and Tor Publishing Group | Tor Books for sending me an arc in exchange for an honest review*

[tearfallpixie]

Blurb #13 for @cookiesupplier

Ooooh! Ok so this one got put on hold because I wanted to do justice to the Trans community and needed to do a little more research to continue it but I loved the idea anyway. It takes the song a bit out of context though.

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“Well somebody told me you had a boyfriend, who looked like a girlfriend, that I had in February of last year.” I scowled and flicked off the radio. Motionless in White had just released a cover of the popular song by The Killers and with the history Chris Motionless and I had, it felt a little on the nose. We had broken up a year ago but he never seemed to stop making songs that related to our relationship.

“That was targeted.” I grumbled. “You and I aren’t even dating.”

“Dude, Payton. You are like the only one who can’t see how in love with you he still is.” My best friend, Kennedy, told me. “I know I’ve asked you a million times but why wont you two talk to each other? It’s been a year and you two are both still sickeningly in love with each other. He doesn’t seem to be the type to be transphobic.”

“I- I never told him.” I finally admitted.

“Wait. You never told him you were trans?” She exclaimed. “Pay, how can you think that he’s targeting you when he doesn’t even know why you left him in the first place?” I huffed but didn’t offer a response. “That settles it. You are coming on warp tour with me, and you are telling him. One, that we aren’t dating, and two that you still love him.”

“Kennedy, he’s straight. He won’t want to be with me.”

“There it is. I can promise you, he is not straight by any means and he still loves you.” She scolded.

[senditcolton]

anthologies

Casual Intimacy ❣️ blurbs based off of the small casual intimacies that you can find in any romantic relationship

Cele-Bakery 🍪 answered requests to celebrate this blog reaching 1k followers

Emptiness to Melody ⏳ blurbs based off of some of my favorite Hozier songs

Here We Go Again 🌊 a fic series based off of ABBA songs found in both Mamma Mia and Mamma Mia 2

Midnights Mashups 🔮 a set of fics inspired by Taylor Swift mashups of old songs and songs of her album "Midnights"

Road Not Taken 🍂 a fic series inspired by Taylor Swift's album "Evermore"

Trinity of Terror ⛓️ blurbs based off of lyrics from three of my 'gothic' bands: motionless in white, ice nine kills, and black veil brides

Wake Up Sunshine ☀️ a fic series inspired by All Time Low's album "Wake Up Sunshine"

[ciginatree]

I can't unhear the erotic quality of rickys voice now that you pointed it out like why do I kinda need him to talk me through it gshfjfgkgk I'm siiiiicckk

You’re welcome😇 for real though I 100% agree I need him to talk me through it so bad especially if he’s fingering with one hand, looming over with his other arm resting on the pillow next to your head…

The heat and friction are unbearable. His body so close to yours, you could almost feel the sweat dripping down his bare chest. “Oh, doing so good, baby,” Ricky coos, his fingers pumping and stretching in and out of you. “Feels so good, doesn’t it?” That sweet, nearly gravelly voice drifts next to your ear, his breath even hotter than the thick air you gulp down as you squirm in his grasp. “You’re so close, I know you need it.”

Tags: @dollieomens @high-wire @exitwoundsx @rumoured-whispers @eternallytiredsinger @kait16xo @spookieolson

[defututus]

when u get this, list 5 songs u like to listen to, publish. then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers or moots (positivity is cool) 💖

xo @munson-blurbs

omg my first ask hi bestie

I got the notification and got excited AND ITS FROM ONE OF MY FAVORITE PEOPLE? HELL YEAH

you asked the right person because you know damn well I love talking about music (you know I never shut up about it) but idk how im gonna choose only 5 songs so uhhhh

Darkness At The Heart Of My Love by Ghost, its my all-time favorite song and if I get to hear it live this summer expect a call from me bawling my eyes out because IT'S JUST SO BEAUTIFUL PLEASE LISTEN TO IT

18+ by Scene Queen, because the pop punk scene is full of groomers and overall shitty men and we need to put them all down <3

Year Zero by Ghost, I love when I hear the first verse and I instinctively go "Ah!!!" because its a spooky little song

it boy by bbno$, fun tunes. fun guy. cute guy.

Slaughterhouse by Motionless In White, because that song is WILD and I love seeing Vinny go off when they play it love

and y'know what here's an honorable mention too

6. Color TV by Joe P, he's technically the artist I saw live because he opened at the first concert/festival I went to. I remember him saying it was his first time performing as a solo act and not in a band and that was just really cool. The festival I was at had a different opener booked but they all got covid (it was 2021) and this guy was local! This is the song that really stood out to me.

[downtherabbitholewithauntieblegh]

Dirty Little Fairy Tale ~ Origin out on 11/11/24 on Amazon and Kindle!

You wanna know why I like the pain you say

There’s some sick part of me thankful for the hate

I stay positive, and I push forward ya see

I gotta do the right thing for my family

So I smile and say that the world is just fine

As those fucking parasites eat up my spine

So I ask you once and I ask you again

Where do your roots starts and where you your roots end?

~In This Moment

That song has always resonated with me. Roots by In This Moment is just one of the many songs that created my new book, Dirty Little Fairy Tale ~ Origin. Origin by Dayseeker, The Fountain by Bad Omens, Death Roll by Wage War, Eternally Yours by Motionless in White are just a handful of songs that created my book and soundtrack. In This Moment has a total of four songs on my soundtrack. Then you have some not so known songs like Blood in the Water by Catch Your Breath and Anunnaki by Silent Planet. When I tell you that metal music fueled my book, it’s no lie.

What is Dirty Little Fairy Tale ~ Origin about exactly?

Below is the blurb you can find on Kindle and Amazon.

Arya lives in a supernatural world where she is surrounded by vampires, werewolves, witches and so much more. She has no idea what she's getting herself into when she discovers there is more to her than meets the eye. It's then she discovers that she is meant to save the world from a demonic takeover.

And that is the short version of it. The layers of the story go deep. There are subplots no matter what way you look at it. There are paranormal aspects, supernatural aspects, and lots and lots of spicy material. It took me roughly about five years to write the book due to life getting in the way. I did my own publishing through Amazon and Kindle. With spicy material in the book, they do not allow marketing on their platform (which is unfortunate), so this me, doing my own marketing.

The book is releasing on Amazon and Kindle platforms on 11/11/24. Book two (Dirty Little Fairy Tale is a series) has already begun. The Curse of Cain will arrive in 2025! Go grab a copy of this already much anticipated book in what looks to be a very thrilling and spicy series.

[descentintobandom]

“Hold Me in Your Arms” - Chris Motionless Blurb

A/N - I didn’t have enough for a full one-shot, so I settled for a blurb.

Chris entered the house.

Alexa could tell that something was off with him, because he walked straight past her and into his home studio. He always kissed her when he came home. Had she done something?

She got up and padded into the home studio.

Chris sat at his mix table with his head in his hands.

“Chris?” she asked.

He didn’t answer her.

As she got closer to him, she could see he was shaking. Alexa wrapped her arms around his neck from behind and kissed his hair.

A small sob escaped his lips at the tender gesture.

Alexa didn’t ask what was wrong or why he was crying, she just held him. “Chris, come to bed.” Alexa knew he needed to eat something, but he was too emotional right now. She helped him to stand up they went into the bedroom.

Chris laid down, not even bothering to change out of his clothes.

Alexa laid down next to him and wrapped her arms around him.

Chris’ body shook as he let out his emotions.

Alexa said nothing as she stroked his hair and hummed a random tune.

Eventually Chris fell asleep, his head buried in her stomach.

[heartfullofleeches]

RoadSide

Immortal Yan + G.N Reader Blurb/Intro

Summary: A car accident leads to a bigger crash

Warning: Violence/injury, light gore

Bile sits in your throat, held back by the seatbelt pinning you to your seat.

Your body is heavy- the leather digging into your skin adding weight to your imbalanced skull. Your windshield is cracked, the white fractures and spray of blood making it hard to see from it while the blinking headlights make up for the range you couldn't see. What you refused to see.

A body lays ten feet away from your car. Motionless and surrounded by a halo of red that trickles back to the hood. The collected mass of blood and saliva in your mouth pours free as the body twitches. This.. wasn't how tonight was supposed to go. You were heading home from work when it happened. Same road, same speed - only one difference. He came out of nowhere. You saw it. The pressure behind your eyes disfigured your judgment, but you swore as your car came into contact with his fragile body - fear was the last thing present in his eyes.

Air rushes into your withered lungs as you unhook your seatbelt and crawl out of the car. You had to make sure he was okay. Everything burned, but you were far better off than him. You sure the front of your car as a crutch as you round to the front, smearing his cold blood all over your hand. You shutter as it stains your clothes, but you don't have the pleasure of expressing your fear. Choking back a sob, you drag yourself over to his side.

Blood bloomed from the left side of his shirt where he was hit, blossoming beneath the tire marks decaled on his white tee like some twisted joke. The cruel irony makes you gag. His leg was bent at an odd angle and face obscured by his fair, holes thorn through body and clothes from being used like a skipping stone by his chair. One hand hides within his jacket while the other clutches his phone. It's surprisingly not damaged. Taking a closer look at his opposite arm you can see what looks like a plastic bag filled with cushion.

"s....."

You thought you were hearing things, but his lips slowly form the words his broken jaw struggle to expel. His body trembles, knuckles rapping the road to gain your attention. You lean in.

"le...."

He coughs up a sea of red, exposed ribs heaving.

"I can't hear you..."

You lean in close.

"Smile wide."

In range, the thought to be corpse lunges out and drags you to the floor as he sits up. Too weak to struggle despite the drastic degrees of your injuries, you claw at his arm as he wraps it around your neck. The smily muscle of his torn cheek glides up against your tear riddled face as he pulls you in. A blinding light assaults your weary eyes as he presses the red button on the screen. You scramble as soon as he let's go.

"Shiiit. That's fucking hot, babes. You look so fucking good covered in my blood and it looks like my eye's about to pop right out! I was getting cloder feet because I thought you weren't going to come by tonight. Unfortunately, this lazy bitch has to go back in if I'm not sleeping in a ditch tonight."

You look away as he jams his finger in his eyes, grunting as he forces it into the socket. "What's... going on. With those injuries you should be able to move like that. Is this some kind of sick prank?"

"'fraid not, sweetheart. My guts are absolutely soup right now. Name's Devlin. Your new boyfriend, husband, bitch, pet - whatever you want to call me. Doesn't really matter, since we're gonna be together for the rest of our lives... unless you want these pictures to get out."

He scrolls through the many pictures taken of the accident. Your bloody car and license plate, his mangled limbs, a picture of him holding a thumb up, and the final one taken minutes ago.

"Obviously a few of those are between us, but if you reject me I can change face and send these photos in. Things would look mighty suspicious with no body - right?"

"I.... I guess."

"Good." He sighs, a fresh growth of blood developing over his shirt. "I knew you were the one when you ran me over the first time. Not a brick in the road now, am I? Anywho, your car still work? We can get it to a mechanic and then we can go have some fun... or head home. Not like we'll ever be apart again so I don't have any preference."

[heythereangels]

enough for now

(blurb)

pairing: harry potter x fem!reader

word count: .2k

a/n: i haven't written a thing in months and suddenly i get the urge to produce something. @railmeharrypotter consider this a little new years gift to you. ilysm <33

she was so close. he could feel the warmth from her hand as they walked against the cold. he thought about reaching out to intertwine their fingers. he thought about stroking the side of her palm with his thumb. and yet his hand stayed motionless.

"the snow's pretty" harry heard her voice from beside him. he turned his head to find her eyes looking upward, little dots of white powder sprinkled in her hair.

"yeah, pretty" he replied, never looking away her face. her eyes reflected the sparkle the snow as she nuzzled her nose into her scarf.

"are you cold?" harry asked, completely ready to strip himself of his coat in case she was.

"i'm okay" she answered "do you want to head back?" but at harry's disappointed face in reaction to her proposal she offered an alternative "or we could stay here"

harry nodded his head to the ladder "i'd like to stay"

so they stayed, watching the snow continue to paint the trees with a white blanket as time passed by.

after a while, harry spotted a couple walking passed them back towards the shops. they had their hands interlocked and their arms swung back and forth as they made their way down the path.

harry's hand twitched towards hers, but he stopped himself. he wasn't ready for that yet. he wasn't ready to jump into something new.

slowly, harry's hand drifted closer and closer to the warmth of hers until finally he curled his pinky to interlock with hers.

he heard her breath a content sigh beside him and he could picture the little smile that was surely forming on her face.

he wanted more. he wanted all of her. but this was enough for now.

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[koolkat9]

For the make a blurb thing, 👄 first kiss and 🚪showing up at the others door for comfort with prupan please?

Oooh okay! Thank you!

👄  sharing their first kiss

🚪  showing up at the other’s door, begging for comfort

No Time Like the Present

Kiku awoke with a gasp, reaching out into the darkness for someone though he was all alone in his hotel room. Right, his hotel room. Not the 1990s in Germany, caring for a sickly nation who was on the verge of death. He took a few deep breaths, looking around the room, assuring himself that he was safe and that everything was okay. 

He laid back down when he felt a little calmer, but sleep still elude him and he couldn’t get out of his mind the image of a man with snow white hair laying motionless in his bed, breath slow and weak, frame so small and thin, face emotionless and hallow.  He knew Gilbert was fine and this was no more than a memory coming back to haunt him, but at this rate he wouldn’t be getting back to sleep. Perhaps he could just go and check on the man to be sure. 

As Kiku walked down the hall towards Gilbert’s room, guilt began to sink in. Gilbert was one to stay up late and have a terrible sleep schedule in general, but maybe this time he had went to be early and Kiku would be waking him up. Maybe he should turn back. Then again he was already at the room. After a minute or two of internal debate, he decided to just knock. 

“Oh hey Kiku,” Gilbert greeting. If he had been asleep, he didn’t showing considering how boisterous and alert he seemed. “What are you doing up at this time?”

“Uh...W-Well um...It’s silly really but...” 

“Your eyes look a little red.” Gilbert’s smile fell into a serious frown as he looked over his friend. Hands came to rest on Kiku’s shoulders as he was turned and jostled around as Gilbert inspected him for any physical damage. 

“I-I’m alright,” Kiku stuttered out, feeling his face heat up. “Just a little nightmare is all. I-I just wanted to make sure you were alright.”

Gilbert stopped his analysis, turning Kiku once more so they were facing each other. “Ah, one of those dreams huh?”

Kiku simply nodded. 

“Welp, you can come in for a bit and calm down. That always helps Ludwig. Having the person nearby helps you know?”

“I wouldn’t want to intrude.” 

“Don’t worry about it. I wasn’t going to bed any time soon anyways.”

Kiku hesitantly took a step inside. When he stood awkwardly in the entrance way, Gilbert placed a hand on his back and began to push him towards the bed to sit down. Kiku tensed under the touch. 

“Shit sorry. I should have warned you.”

“I-Its fine. It just surprised me is all.”

 Gilbert gave him an apologetic smile as Kiku took a seat. “Would you like tea or anything?” he asked, leaning against the desk. 

“I’m good, but thank you.”

“Do you want to talk about your dream, it may make you feel better.”

“I-I rather not. It’s not so bad now.” Kiku let out an awkward laugh. “I’m just getting worked up over nothing.”

“It’s not nothing,” Gilbert said, turning very serious. His red eyes pierced into Kiku making him tense. 

“S-Sorry...But I’d rather not think of it.”

Gilbert joined him on the bed. “Are you sure.”

“Mhm. Frankly, I barely remember any of the details, so I’m okay.”

“Good.”

The two lapsed into silence. For once Gilbert was at a lose for words and Kiku couldn’t help but smile at the facial expressions the former nation made as he tried to figure out what to say. Without really thinking, Kiku leaned forward, brushing a few strands of hair out of the way before placing a kiss on Gilbert’s cheek. “Thank you,” he murmured, pulling away awkwardly. 

Gilbert’s quickly looked away, face flushed a deep red. “Uh...N-No problem.” 

“D-Do you mind if I stay here tonight.” Normally Kiku wouldn’t be this forward, but perhaps it was his lack of sleep that brought down his walls. That or his dream had shaken him more than he wanted to admit, making him realize that life, even for a mostly immortal being like themselves could be unpredictable. He wanted to make the most of it and he would start with making his feelings known.

[bloodxbat]

me again!! For your event as well can i get a 🔥 (and maybe 🌸 too for angst to fluff). A Freddie blurb where the reader saves Fred but gets really injured in the process and he freaks out? i just love the comfort fics slkala. but if u don’t wanna do that then maybe one where Fred is having a bad day and bottles it up until he explodes and its just comfort and angst plz thank you!

Hi lovely, of course I can, sorry it’s late 

Warnings: Fluff, Angst, Swearing! Mentions of Injury

Taglist: @amourtentiaa @love-peachh (MESSAGE/ASK IF YOU WANT TO BE ADDED)

Word Count: 1.2K

Summary: Y/N saves Fred’s life during the second wizarding war, however she get’s badly hurt, Fred freaks out, panicking and hoping that she’ll be ok.

Masterlist

Never Again

Fred Weasley x Fem! Reader

The war had begun, the sounds of screams as witches and wizards got injured and killed from harmful spells cast by death eaters was deafening. The flashes of those spells being cast were blinding. 

Y/N was running through the corridors of Hogwarts fighting off as many death eaters as she could, her heart pounding in fear that someone she loves could be dead or badly injured, terrified of the fact that each time she turned a corner, could very well be the last thing she does. 

Fred Weasley was also fearing the same thing, he had broke contact from George and Y/N, now not knowing where either of them were. He too ran through the corridors, yes fighting off death eaters as well, but more importantly he was looking for his twin and his girlfriend. He seen a white flash skim past his shoulder, coming from behind, he turned quickly disarming the death eater and fought them off. 

Running breathlessly Y/N turned sharply, only to be met with the sight of a red-haired boy, standing catching his breath. 

“FRED” she yelled, running up to him.

He turned around “Y/N” as he caught her in a tight hug

“Oh my. Darling I thought I lost you” he said into her neck, trying to fight back tears

“I thought I lost you too Freddie, let’s just stick together, yeah?” she says looking up at him, he nods his head, they both lean in for a quick kiss, before running hand in hand to find the others. 

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After 20 minutes of running round the castle looking for others and fighting, Y/N and Fred finally found the rest...well part of the order. Percy had also appeared, who was now willing to join the order and fight for the right reasons along side the right people. 

A loud explosion noise was heard echoing round the room they were all standing in. As if in slow motion Y/N saw the wall about to hit Fred so she pushed him out the way, taking the blow of the concrete wall in order to save him. 

Once hit, she became unconscious and covered in blood, she laid on the floor motionless. The cloud of smoke disappeared and Fred frantically looked round him as he no longer seen his girlfriend standing beside him. 

He looked down and seen the sight that he wished he never would have had to see that night. His beautiful girlfriend, lying on the ground, covered in some rubble, bleeding, unconscious. 

“Y/N!” he quickly kneeled beside her shaking her shoulders in attempt to wake her up. Nothing, her eyes remained closed “Darling, no no no no no, this can’t be happening, please be alive, wake up please” he now cried on to her chest. 

He felt a hand on his shoulder pulling him up from her injured body. 

“Freddie, she’s still breathing, it’s ok, we just need to find someone who can help, alright” George said in attempt to calm his brother” 

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The war had finished, they had one, most were celebrating but Fred, was pacing up and down the halls at St Mungos, swearing to himself. 

“How could I fucking let her push me out the way”

“It should’ve been me that got hit by that damn wall”

“It should be me in there, not her”

“How could I be so fucking stupid as to let this happen”

Fred had his hands on his head, tugging at his hair slightly til it hurt, his eyes squeezed closed as he now sat in a chair. His head in his hands, silent angry and worried tears, falling down his face. 

“Mr Weasley?”

As soon as Fred heard his name, he shot up off the chair making his way over to the doctor, shaking slightly.

“How is she? Is she ok? She’s not dead is she? oh. my god, please don’t tell me she’s dead”

“Miss Y/L/N is perfectly fine Mr Weasley, she does however, have a few broken bones, so we will keep her overnight just to monitor those, other than that she is perfectly well. You can go see her now, follow me”

Fred felt his heart beat slow, a huge relief lifted off his chest, he could cry and scream with joy, knowing that Y/N was ok. 

He eagerly followed the Doctor to the room In which Y/N was lying on a bed, cast on her arm, stitches on her face, and bruising round her eye and cheekbone. 

“I’ll leave you two alone” the Doctor smiled, closing the door.

Fred hesitantly stepped closer to her bed, tears welling up in his eyes, she looked in so much pain, but she was ok. He still couldn’t help but blame himself for allowing this to happen. 

“Hi Freddie” she smiled" 

“I-i’m so sorry Y/N, so sorry” he frowned tears falling onto his cheeks as he took her hand in his, sitting on the chair next to her bed. 

“why are you sorry, Fred. you didn’t do anything”

“I'm sorry because I shouldn’t have let you push me out the way, I should be in this bed, not you” he said now sobbing 

Y/N looked at him, heartbroken “no, Freddie, I would rather me be here, than you, I couldn’t ever see you get hurt, so I was glad that I seen the wall begin to fall, because I was able to save you, I would give anything to save you Fred, I love you, that’s why I did what I did”

“But what if you died Y/N? I can barely stand seeing you like this, I don’t know what I would do if you died. My heart stopped when I saw you lying on the ground, I couldn’t stand the sight, and now that’s all I see, I love you too much and it angers me that I wasn’t able to stop this from happening, to stop you from saving me” 

“Freddie, I'm here, I'm alive, let’s focus on that, ok? I love you so much, I don’t regret saving you, because I can’t live without you either”

Fred looks up at Y/N tears still in his eyes

“Marry me”

Y/N’s eyes widen 

“w-what?” she says quietly

“Marry me”

He gets up off the chair, and goes down on one knee still holding Y/N’s hand in his. His heart beating like crazy.

“I can’t bare to go another day without you, and I know I don’t have a ring right now, but I promise I will get you a ring almost as beautiful as you, and- I say almost because nothing can compete with your beauty. Seeing you like you were at the battle, on the ground, made me realise that I can’t bare to be without you, I want to protect you, and have you by my side for the rest of my life, so will you, Y/N Y/L/N will you make me the happiest man alive, and marry me?”

Y/N lets tears of joy roll freely down her face, her heart feeling so full, nods her head frantically smiling bigger than she ever has done.

“Yes, yes of course I'll marry you Fred”

He gets up off the ground and cups her face with his hands, pulling her in for a passionate and loving kiss, careful not to hurt her. Their lips move in sync, both feeling complete. 

They pull back for air, staring lovingly into each other’s eyes. 

“I love you, darling”

“I love you more Freddie”