#and thats enough to count for a full tag for me

[ratatatastic]

goalie has gotten so elusive for the past 9 days in concerns of media that said media has done the second best thing they can do to ask about goalie aka ask the goalie lover about the goalie and goalie lover does what you expect a goalie lover might do

love thy goalie and reiterate multiple times that none of this is his fault

"its definitely not his fault" "we have to be a lot better in front of him" "definitely DEFINITELY not his fault absolutely not"

post practise interview | 6.23.24 (x)

[always-a-joyful-note]

From time to time I'm smacked in the face by the fact that Shin Yoosung was implied to be biracial and I don't know what to do....

[ivysprophecy]

slim pickins

warnings; bad date? mentions of sex, cursing underage drinking and yes i meant for it to be written poorly i was trying to keep the humor of the album in the writing

masterlist | p. 2

no pressure tags; @murdockcastleslut @kimoralov3 @arkofblake

word count; 1911

summary; youre tired of not finding a decent guy who will treat you right and lay you right. at least not one you've known since you were kids. however you just cant help yourself. besides its slim pickins out here you take what you can get.

divider by @bernardsbendystraws

i wanna make one thing clear, when i say there are no good guys left i do not wanna hear about you and your boyfriend of three years that can cook and loves your mom.

thats exactly what im talking about maddie!!! i dont give two fucks that he took you to barnes and noble and bought you every book you wanted.

they are all taken. its plain and simple.

which is why even with a full roster, im stuck taking fucking zander, yes with a z, to my friends' kegger.

i mean yea hes cute. hes tall, built but not that gross kind of muscly. but if were being real i shouldve known better when he was joking about being a male stripper when hes a ginger.

and i can tell kie is judging me, rightfully so. her side eye is lethal. when i introduced him to everyone she asked him about his greta van fleet tee and he said he didn't even know it was a band.

needless to say pope had to drag her away.

after that incident i decided it was best if we tried to talk away from the rest of the group. boy was i wrong.

"so what do you like to drink? ill go grab us something," i offer trying to start the conversation, also avoiding the usual problem with taking a drink from men.

"im good with whatever"

i like to think im not a violent person, but im about to be.

"does a beer sound okay?" i ask him grabbing a twisted tea for me from the cooler.

"sure thing." god why is he acting like such a bitch? i should ask him if he's on his period.

i hand him the can, our fingers brush and its my final clue for the night that i am definitely not going home with him. no spark at all. hes done just about everything else to piss me off.

he did the thing where he licks his lips exaggeratingly looking me up and down, making a point to make sure i saw.

he walks so slow for being 6'3.

and finally he tried to mansplain my career to me. i'd had just enough when he opens his mouth again

"ew, you like twisted tea? who likes sweet tea?" his face contorted in disgust, it was about to contort from my fist breaking his goddamn nose if he keeps talking to me like this.

"we literally live in the south dude." my face could not make it any clearer i am so done with this guy.

"still, sweet tea is disgusting. im not kissing anyone that drinks that nasty shit."

"who said i wanted to kiss your nasty fucking mou-" i was interrupted by the sound of a very familiar giggle behind me as his arm wrapped around my shoulder, the smell of his deodorant and sea salt that cover his skin start to put you at ease.

jj was always there when you needed him, sometimes even when you didnt but right now you couldn't be more grateful. "im glad you found those mama i got em just for you. remembered theyre your favorite. right?"

and you wanna know the best part? zander is shaking already pissed off that jj is at my side. territorial i guess.

"you mind?" he asks him nodding his head at me like im not even there.

jj cant help but laugh at him "yea bud i do mind. she's hanging out with me tonight. have fun with your ipa dick." and with that he steers us off to where the rest of the pogues are.

but not before i can look over my shoulder and give the ginger an innocent smile and a shrug as if i had no control over the situation, when really id pick jj over anyone else.

"you owe me a big fat kiss mama," jj whispers in my ear walking us over to where our friends are standing, drinks in their hands laughing and chatting up a storm.

"in your dreams honey."

"every night all night," he quips back before i shove him off me.

now before you give me shit, jj and i have had our fair share of fun, but unfortunately im starting to look for something more serious.

watching john b and sarah be disgusting together is getting to my head. popes got something going on with cleo and im starting to recognize the pattern. and before i know it everyone will be in love if i don't start making an effort in that department.

random casual hook ups aren't doing it anymore, especially considering they aren't even that good.

unless theyre with jj.

but hes not an option, theres too much drama. too much history. too much too much too much. im not what he needs and i know for a fact he doesn't want me in that sense.

is that a bit dramatic? probably.

i mean hes a great lay, he's hilarious, he's got that blue collar kind of muscle, and he genuinely cares about me.

so of course im not going to date him, why would i?

what do you mean make good decisions? id rather do things in the most difficult way possible!

"y/n youve gotta stop giving those guys a chance, im starting to feel bad for you."

"you try finding a decent guy in a ten mile radius." i glare at him, obviously not wanting to joke about this right now.

he sticks his hand out in front of me, "fine i will. let me see your phone."

curious to see what he will do i hand it too him unlocked, he swipes and taps for a few moments, smiling down at the phone before handing it back to you.

when you look back down at the screen all you see is your instagram open with his stupid fucking smiley face on the screen.

he took a picture of himself and posted to my story. written on the screen in bubble letters in my favorite colored heart 'my favorite guy <3'

"i think he's your best bet." that same smile facing back at me now, cockier than ever. so smug i wanna kiss it off his face

i cant help but roll my eyes. "jj im serious! at this rate im going to die alone. every decent guy is taken or unavailable. all i want is someone funny, kind, and attractive is that too much to ask for?"

"im right in front of you mama you dont gotta look far."

"jj we both know we're not the serious kind of relationship im talking about."

"you can think what you want too but ill be here waiting for that kiss you owe me."

"i think all that tequila youve been sipping has gone to your head maybank."

he stands in front of me, taking his signature red cap off his head and putting it on mine smiling down at me, "what do they say in those books you read? you wear the hat you ride the cowboy?"

"this no ten gallon hat and you are no cowboy."

we laugh at each other, its always been easier to do that then actually talk about our feelings. so i put his hat back on his head, backwards the way he i likes it.

"cmon y/n/n, have a few more drinks, relax and hang out and ill make you feel all better later yea? its what im best at, you know."

"its gonna take more than a few more teas to convince me jj"

"what about that thing you like that i do with my tongue, huh mama? doesnt that sound pretty good right now? i think it does."

"i give you one fucking compliment and it goes straight to your head."

"technically its about my head so that makes perfect sense," he hands me another can with that stupid signature smirk of his and his stupid sexy hat backwards. i hate to admit it's working on me.

just like it does every other time.

i squint my eyes at him taking the can, rolling the idea around in my head. "fuck it. its not like anyone else is offering," i take a big sip of my drink.

jj pumps his fist in the air like a victorious idiot giving a few woots and hollars before picking me up and throwing me over his shoulder despite my wishes.

"jb!!" he shouts turning around to face him, "we're headed out!"

john b looks at the two of us shaking his head at how im kicking my feet to wiggle out of jjs oddly strong grip. "make sure you change the sheets when youre done!"

oh my god he did not just say that. "fuck both of you!"

jj just laughs carrying you back to the chateau like a kid who's excited to use a brand new birthday present.

"what happened to letting me have a few more drinks before we left??"

"youre just too irresistable mama, gotta have you now,' he gives my ass a light slap for good measure causing me to roll my eyes for the 600th time tonight.

"are you gonna put me down now?"

he pretends to look like hes thinking about it, "i guess. only so i can watch you walk away," he does as he says helping me get my feet on the ground.

"youre a pervert."

"no im flirtatious, and you love it, you know it makes you blush i see it. now go on and give me a lil walk yea?"

oh im gonna kill him...

oh wait! im gonna kill him!

"okay... fine. but no touching until we get home," i smile walking away exactly like he asked, but i know behind me he is a puddle of mud. standing still, about to start begging me to let him.

he finally catches up after a few seconds "mama please- cmon thats not fair. you look too good in those shorts you know i cant wait that long. just wanna feel you."

i cant help but giggle at his words, its honestly adorable how mopey he gets. like i just kicked his puppy or something.

"hands of jj i mean it... not until that door shuts behind us."

it didn't really matter that i can see the chateau or that ill be there in literally a minute.

its actually painful for jj to not be able to touch me as he pleases.

i turn around to face him with a cheeky smile. "you want me maybank?"

and of course he nods so hard it looks like his head is going to fall right off.

"come and get me," running towards the house, i can see the moment when his reflexes kick in, his boots thudding against the ground as he gains on me.

just before i can make it to the poarch jj wraps his arms around me, lifting me a few inches off the ground and spinning me around in a fit of laughter.

"okay! okay okay okay you win- you got me."

"oh ive got you mama, and im havin you for the rest of the fucking night," he presses a kiss to my neck hauling me inside, the screen door slamming shut after us.

am i gonna regret this tomorrow? most likely.

but what can i say? its slim pickins in this part of town.

[joannasteez]

shameful

pairing: roman reigns x reader warning: explicit content. minors pls dni. not degradation or praise, but a secret third thing i have yet to figure out. infidelity! post summerslam return! authors note: i don't know what this is and i wrote it.. so yeah. enjoy?! let me know what you think. love to hear thoughts/opinions etc word count: 1100 tagging: @333creolelady @harmshake @kill-the-artiste @theninthwonder @thesamoanqueen @empressdede @southerngirl41 @sortudademais @2-muchsauce

that 'not enough" feeling. a fullness not quite reached. forever on the edge. the heat over his skin, vicious and damp as it breaks. rough grunts and the sure stroke of his hips. like torture resting in his belly. twisted and holding. waiting to burst, to release. almost. palpable enough to taste. throbbing down his spine. needy little moans breathing against his tongue and the delicious pull of your pussy. an encore. from cheery, fevered cries to the play of these little delicate ones, sweetening his ears, his blood. almost. belly tight. burning. fingers curling the sheets. digging. groaning. 

a hot, terrible breath bursts into your neck. frustration unruly. 

you thumb away those loose hairs sticking to him. dizzy, pretty eyes pulling away from their pleasure for a moment to take him in. your lips hot against him. kiss swollen and dangerous. "whats wrong?" sweeping over his cheek. 

his tongue feels dirty. folds over as he speaks with a griminess not yet recognized. "none of this bother's you, does it?" words trying against the air. 

you laugh. head tipping against the sheets. devious and full. moaning into that richness of amusement. kissing his lips and curling your hips into him. a shift that pulls him in deeper. urges him to nestle and groan. almost. rattled enough with pleasure but never enough for that faithful breaking. "m'being serious", he roughs. feeding in gently, a tender little go that steeps him in and keeps him clutched tightly. your body trembling and receiving. always so easy to receive him.

you smile. mouth faint over his skin. over his beard and the apple of his cheek. along his neck, skimming and breathy. fingers in his hair and a whimper delighting just where his pulse living. your tongue warm, peaking to lick and curl. playful. taunting. "would you fuck me harder if i gave you a little resistance?" your palms smooth, at his nape, over his back. slipping against damp, hot skin. smiling into his neck. "i play up the guilt, cry about how we shouldn't do this and how awful i feel, leaving my man all alone to lick his little wounds while you fuck me. that'll make you give me more huh?" an urge to shift his hips, rutting short and sloppy. cock stirring up at your words. 

his thumb hooks under the bend in your leg. settling his knees to nail into the bed a little better, taut and strong and holding you hostage under him. open and easy. neck craning to chase your lips. to cease that awful flow of truth better felt when it goes unsaid. because he did love it. that damning streak of possession that comes with a chase. a cat and his deceptive little mouse. your tone disgustingly sweet, lips wet, charming. "you want it a little more wrong baby?" you purr. rolling your hips to grind at his dick. "it's only a win if you're the only one smiling right? nobody gets their fun but you..." 

roman's fingers fill with fire. an ache he can't stand that blooms fierce. uneven breaths and that almost ready to burst coil in his belly. your neck warm as he squeezes. a tremble rippling thereafter. like your body was made to follow him. 

"...thats how it works huh?, that's why you got your hotel room so close to his..."

"...you love the idea of this shit..."

tighter. thumb pressing in to restrict your throat. a sloppy dazed go of wet strokes. the messy noise of it burning his ears red. a bright heat that flushes his face. 

"...love the idea of him hearing me, finding me..."

"...that shit makes you feel so good..."

a moan with the strike of words. talking yourself to the brink of that beautiful great bursting. whimpers clear and pitchy. that sticky slick of arousal easing him in, easing him to bury deep. a tingle in the heels of his toes, rushing to the crown of his head. 

you smile. eyes dim and dazed still. fingers quick to rub your swollen clit. the lewd song of it good to him. his eyes casting against it. to watch you flutter and perform desperate for release. 

"you want me to pretend for you?" 

"fuck", roman cuts. setting his hips to give a delicious little grind against your walls. the thick tip of him nudging, filling you to the hilt. deep enough that your body attempts to curl. attempts to close in from too much pleasure. a drawl of trembly little moan leaving him. stuttered and overworked. cock stiff and throbbing and digging for something beyond that almost feeling. 

"does that make my pussy feel better? if i feel a little more shameful, a little less eager?" 

he lowers. laps his tongue against yours. slips into a kiss. lips meshing to pull apart slow. 

"you puttin words in my mouth", he rumbles. 

"...but its what you want. punishment. you want him broken..."

a flare in his chest. eagerness. blinding and resolute. his pace focusing. deft and steady. a method found after the burning pour out of a truth left unsaid. because it felt better to claim you like this. to war and win against the convictions of a sobered morality. drunk now off the pleasure seeping from your body. your legs spread and your pussy wet for him. split open to take him deep. his body thick and consuming. but he needed you to play the game. to give in slowly. be coy and pretty and delicate for him. because the challenge, the chase of it made that burn, that release, a delight better than anything ever felt. better than the beautiful onslaught of a cheering crowd, or the feel of the belt about his waist. 

"call him".

his breath hitching. hips stuttering. surprise binding to his bones. 

"what?", his fair falling everywhere. sticking to the confusion along his face. 

"get my phone".

he shifts without notice. snatches your phone off the hotel night stand. your breaths heavy, fingers slipping with a shake against the screen. 

you set it down. a call to his cousin that twists his gut mean. a terrible excitement. the call clicking short, proving an answer on the other end.

you push. nudge his heavy body over till he's laying out along the sheets. his fingers gripping your skin to rough you along. stirring to throb again. slotting against the soft wet take of your body. skin damp and sticky and smacking lewd as he makes to shift your hips to fuck against him. his palm, a short whip through the air till it lays at your thigh. "roman...", you give. gasping and wispy and delicate. face done up with a horribly sweet show of guilt. lips bitten by your teeth and your eyes prickling wet. a performance that settles him into a renewed eagerness. pleasure rife and coursing about him well. moving fast away from that almost feeling...

"louder baby", he roughs. "let him hear you". 

[winwintea]

A Kiss to Make it Better - Hong Seunghan

PAIRING ↬ hong seunghan x fem!reader

AUTHOR'S NOTE ↬ FRIENDLY REMINDER TO BOYCOTT RIIZE. RIIZE IS OT7, if ur ot6 briize pls get OFF my profile. guess what it's fei's birthday and it's also seunghan's birthday so double whammy. how does it feel to be born on the exact same day as ur bias huh. like thats crazy. not tagging her account bc she said she wants to remain "mysterious" wtv u suck. anyways happy 21 years old to both u and seunghan <333

GENRES ↬ fluff, romance, seunghan is sick, this is really just a short drabble i whipped up, lil suggestive esp at the end

WORD COUNT ↬ 1K

It was early afternoon, and you were humming as you made your way into Seunghan’s room. 

“Seunghan, isn’t it about time you took a break? I brought you some coffee.” It was right about the time Seunghan usually took a break, and you smiled as you knocked on his door and stepped into his room. 

He was sitting at his desk, hunched over his essays, completely absorbed. He barely glanced back at you, then turned back to face his work again. “Mmm, thanks. Just leave it there. I’m right in the middle of a very good creative burst, and you’re probably busy, too, so… you don’t need to stay.”

“Hmm? Okay, if you say so.” That wasn’t like him though–normally he welcomed you with a hug and kiss, no matter how busy or inspired he was. You frowned for a moment studying his back, and then you stepped closer, putting his coffee down and leaning in towards him. “Arthur, is something… hang on a minute!”

“Y/N, wait–”

You ignored his words and pressed your hand against his forehead, and sure enough… he was burning up. “Seunghan, you’ve got a fever!”

“Damn… you noticed,” he muttered, a weak grin tugging at his lips.

“Of course I did! Now put that laptop away and get into bed!” You shot him a stern look as you half-led, half-dragged him towards the bed. He was so unsteady on his feet that when you gave the lightest push, he practically collapsed onto the mattress.

“Am I dreaming, or are you actually pushing me down onto the bed? You na—” His teasing was cut short by a fit of wheezing coughs that left him breathless.

You crossed your arms, trying to look more annoyed than worried. “I’ll do more than push you down onto the bed if you don’t stop joking around and get some rest!”

“...Okay, okay.” Seunghan let out a long, loud sigh of resignation, and then he slumped back against the pillow, his eyes falling shut.

You tucked him in, and then hurried off to get some medicine, water, and a cool cloth for his forehead. 

Why the hell was he pretending to be fine, though? He clearly felt awful, and all he had to do was just tell you…

You sighed to yourself as you knocked on his door, and then hurried into his room without waiting for an answer. “Seunghan, I’m back–”

“Y/N…” His voice was hoarse, interrupted by another round of coughing. “...ahh, dammit, should’ve just locked the door…”

Wait. Locked the door? What was he talking about? You paused, a flicker of confusion crossing your mind, but quickly shook it off. That could wait. Right now, he needs you to focus on getting him better.“I don’t care about that right now,” you said, determined as you walked towards him, arms full of medicine, cold water, and a damp cloth. “I brought reinforcements.” Your doubts faded as you focused on helping him, determined to make him feel better, no matter what secrets he was keeping.

But before you could get too close, Seunghan lifted his hands, weakly making shooing gestures. “...Don’t come any closer,” he rasped, his voice barely holding together. Then, through labored breaths, he added with a mischievous glint in his eyes, “When I’m better… I’ll be as wild as you want me to be… to make up for it. I’ll be better soon, right?”

For a moment you just stopped and stared at him, but suddenly everything fell into place in your head. “Seunghan… when you were pretending to be busy earlier, and talking about locking the door– Was that all because you didn’t want me to catch whatever it is you’ve got?”

“...Got it in one.” He let out a deep, exhausted sigh, rolling onto his side as he gave you a tired, lopsided frown. “I knew if you realized I was sick, you’d go into full-on ‘nurse mode’… and I can’t let you get sick too. You’re already juggling so much… you don’t need to be fussing over me…”

Even through the fever and discomfort, his eyes were clouded with worry—worry for you. It was enough to make your heart ache, a bittersweet reminder of why you loved him so much. Even when he was feeling miserable, his concern was all for you.

“Besides, I can’t stand the idea of having you right here… but not being able to do anything with you…”

You rolled your eyes. Never mind. His annoying side was definitely still alive and kicking.

He still sounded so genuinely distressed even while making jokes that you couldn’t help laughing. “If you’re well enough to be thinking about that, then you’ll be feeling fine again in no time. Look, Seunghan, I’m really grateful that you care so much. But I care about you too, okay? So let me take care of you.”

“Fine, fine, alright already. And… thanks, Y/N.” Seunghan sighed again, and the smile he gave you was both troubled and relieved.

His small smile made your heart swell. Even in moments like this, it was clear—he wasn’t just grateful, he was reassured by having you by his side.

—-

Three days later, you stopped by Seunghan’s room first thing in the morning and he grinned at you as he sat up and stretched languidly. “Mmm, see? No more coughing, no more fatigue! I’m quite the picture of health.”

Seunghan had cut you off with a sudden kiss, one hand coming up to twine in your hair and pull you closer as he pecked teasingly at your lips.

You blinked in surprise. “What was that for?”

“Don’t you remember?” he murmured, his voice low and playful. “I promised I’d be as ‘crazy’ as you wanted to make up for things once I was better. It’s been three days, and I’ve got a lot of lost time to make up for... and let’s just say, I’m feeling very ‘crazy’ right now.”

His grin was wicked, and suddenly, you knew exactly what kind of “crazy” he meant.

PERM TAGLIST ↬ @lyvhie @aquaphoenixz @galacticnct @ldh0000

[missdirection26]

I saw this and spouted a couple of thousand words.

Summary: You’re the person in control of Jackson’s alcohol production and distribution.

You’ve been trying not to crush on Joel Miller, and having some time away to focus on producing some drinks for the winter dance in 2038 gives you some much needed time apart.

Until you see his beautifully outgrown hair…

Word count: 2.1k

Rating: Mature (just for swearing and drinking)

Tags: Jackson!Joel, Fluff, Angst with a happy ending, Romance, First Kiss

Chapter One (Chapter two - here)

Joel Miller’s hair was going to be the death of you.

As the person with control over the alcohol distribution in Jackson, you were one of the only people allowed in Joel’s small circle of trust. Years ago when he’d joined the community with his sort-of daughter, he sought you out. You, who’d grown up working in your families distillery Before. You who were strong-willed enough to manage the most popular non-essential resource in town, and the arguments that came along with it. Joel, however, was ever the Southern gentleman.

“Excuse me ma’am, sorry to bother ya, but my brother, Tommy…he said you’re the lady I need to come to to barter for more than my assigned ration of whiskey?”

Despite his size, he seemed small in that moment. Nervous. Perhaps even shy?

“Tommy knows better than to call me a lady, ain’t ever been one of those. But he’s right about how I got the hookup. I got a distillery system set up here, raided the Jackson Hole Still Works south of here a few years back for the equipment, but production is still limited. How much you looking for?”

He stood before you, rubbing the back of his neck and pointedly avoiding contact with your eyes. You figured out later that it was lucky on your end he did that, as your usually steely will had a kryptonite in his baby brown eyes.

“Double the ration amount ongoing? I ain’t got nothing physical to trade yet, but I’ll be a full-time patroller soon if ya need somethin’. Or I’m good with my hands”

You smirked and giggled at him then, secretly knowing what he meant (Tommy had been raving on around town about his brothers contracting skills the months he’d been gone in preparation for his return), but you loved messing with guys. And watching his sun-kissed cheeks redden slightly as he realised what he’d said sent a small thrill of power down your spine.

“I…I meant buildin’. Woodwork and shit, can figure my way around a pipe too if need be. I just…” he trailed off.

That was the moment you think it all started, this stupid schoolgirl crush on a 50 odd year old man. Seeing him try not to be vulnerable with a stranger, in a strange town, in a shit world. So you take pity on him.

“Glass bottles. People are suppose to return them, but accidents happen and we have less and less all the time. They’re also heavy so patrollers don’t like to carry them back, but thats usually the currency I have with the others. Lets say average one bottle a patrol, and I get you on retainer for repairs or building work I need, and you got a deal” you stated confidently, stepping closer and held a hand out to seal the deal. Little would you know, this moment would become your undoing.

For years, you two circled around each other, waltzing around the energy you emitted. He’d come to the small distillery you ran out of an old restaurant every week, with a few precious glass bottles, and had a small stilted conversation as you updated your logs with the exchange. You learned he had a dry sense of humour like yours, that you could make the corners of his lips turn upward with a bit of town gossip, and that he’d set up a woodworking room in his house when Ellie move out to the garage. The last one came along with the first of many gifts he started giving you. Tiny little creatures he’d began whittling after the endless downtime of town living had started grating on him. On the house he’d say every time you offered a bottle of beer in exchange, giving you lip on not understanding the concept of a gift.

For years, you danced. You knew Joel didn’t feel anything like that towards you, he’d been very clear about that. A couple of years back, Tommy set him up on a date with the lady who ran the greenhouse - Esther you think? She wasn’t one for drinking so you had no clue about her really - and Joel spent a good portion of your weekly chat groaning on about the upcoming thing. You bantered back like always, but tiny pinpricks hit your heart at how adamant he was about not needing a partner like that. And honestly, it’s not something you’d ever wanted either, especially after losing Talia sometime before Joel even joined Jackson. You thought you’d had your one love, and the pain of losing another had you bat off any attention with your wit and sass, sticking to harmless flirting. But Joel had somehow nudged his way in. You resolved to start building the walls back up.

It had been easier recently. With the winter being so harsh, socialising as a town had reduced, and the council were worried about morale. Ergo - The Winter Dance.

Social events were regular in Jackson, but the council were determined to go all out with this one, wanting to coax as many residents out and having fun as possible. So for the first time, they wanted a full open bar. Usually there was a limit to keep the town from running totally dry, but some sweet talking from Maria and a promise of another raid of Jackson Hole Still Works had you agreeing to overproduce for a month before the dance to create enough supply. This meaning you and a few trusted ‘employees’ were basically living at your makeshift distillery, no time for any sort-of flirting with a certain bearded Texan.

What this also meant was that after a whole month of not laying eyes on the man, you were not prepared for the fact that he’d somehow decided to grow his hair out a bit for the winter. So when you enter the Church where the dance is being held, and you see the man leaning against the makeshift bar, you’re not prepared at all, and with the exhaustion reducing your self control, the walls came tumbling down.

Thankfully, he didn’t spot you as you entered or you knew your face would have given you away, so focussed on something in the crowd. Your eyes followed what he was looking at, and a small smile upturned the corners of your lips. Out on the dance floor was your old lover's sister Dina (who you also thought of as a sister), with her arms around Joel's now grown kid, Ellie. You hadn’t spoken much to Dina recently, after her turning 18 and joining the full-time patrol team keeping her busy, but after her on-off with Jesse the past few years, you were just glad she seemed to be moving on.

You were so focussed on the young girls, you hadn’t realised you had company.

���So you are alive. Still not used to trustin’ people, so I’m mighty glad to see ya hear tonight to prove ‘em right”

Fuck. That stupid goddamn Texan drawl. You had enough self-restraint to not look over to him, knowing that either his baby brown eyes or the new hair growth so perfect for running your hands through would be your undoing.

“Well, the Council thought it would be good for the town if everyone could get white girl wasted, so who am I to deny that request?”

You heard him snort gently next to you. The next few seconds passed in agonising silence (for you at least) before the man consuming your soul made a sound.

“So does she partake in her own goods?”

You whip your head round to look at him, confusion masked on your face, forgetting about the incandescent curls you were about to see.

He’s attuned to your facial expressions by now.

“I mean, can I get you a drink?” he mumbles, gesturing weakly to the bar in the corner where all your hard work for the past month resides.

If you had to stand there any longer, you knew you wouldn’t be able to resist grabbing those goddamn curls, so without warning, your legs took off, striding you fast and efficiently towards your goal - some fucking liquid courage.

Jeff - one of the bartenders who drew the short straw to work the dance - knew you well enough to have a double whiskey neat, ready for you to slam back the moment you were close enough.

“So you ain’t a nurse your drink kind of gal, good to know”

The fucking Texan drawl had followed you. Of course, he had longer (and so sexy and thick) legs that’d easily keep up with your small stature.

You shoved your glass back toward Jeff, before taking a deep breath and steeling your resolve as you looked back to Joel. Fuck he looks so fucking hot. You can do this, it’s just one night.

“I’ve just spent the past month pouring my blood, sweat, and tears into all this. Think I deserve to drink it however I please thank you!”

Phew. Not awful. Not as witty as you might usually be, but given the fucking hair situation, you were doing your goddamn best,

The heat emanating off him as he scooched closer to you wasn’t helping though.

“Well, I’m grateful for your effort ma’am, this is a mighty fine batch you made”

You couldn’t help but smile at that. With resources slimmer as the years go by, the quality of the alcohol you distilled varied. Joel was always an honest judge, something you’d grown to respect over the years. You knew his words were true, and fuck if it didn’t worsen your resolve.

But he wasn’t interested in you like that - in anyone. So you used the remainder of your self-control to change the subject.

“Didn’t peg you to be a community event attendee Miller, thought this was all a bunch of communist bullshit last I heard?”

He snorted a bit louder this time, somehow still ridiculously attractive.

“I was threatened from multiple angles. Ellie and Tommy together could arguably be more formidable than FEDRA when it comes to forcing me to do shit I don’t wanna do”

Inwardly, you sighed. It was nice that Joel had people who cared about him like this of course, but it just reminded you of what you didn’t have. Dina checked in occasionally, feeling a bit responsible for the woman her sister loved, and although you were friendly with most of Jackson given your role, no one cared enough about your wellbeing to force you to do something you didn’t want to do but would be good for you. Totally your fault of course, you didn’t let many people close enough for that. Still…it ached.

“Woah, hey there girlie, you with me? You started drinkin’ before you got here maybe?”

Fuck. SHIT. You got stuck in your head, and now your stupid hot crush was having to guide you gently out of the church as you slowly came back to your senses.

It was only once you’d turned a corner and were alone with him that you returned fully to your body - realising his large, calloused hand was gently gripping your upper arm.

“Fuck, I’m so sorry Joel, that hasn’t happened in a really long time. I think I’m just tired, with all the extra work and all-”

He quickly interrupted you by turning to face you head on.

“Girlie, you don’t gotta apologise, it’s kinda nice to see you be a bit human for once”

And as you looked up at his face, you saw the softest and kindest expression you’d ever seen on the survivors face, some of his previously slicked back curls popping out in the cold, forming a slightly wild halo to frame him. He was the most beautiful creature you’d ever seen, and you physically couldn’t stop yourself from stepping into his space, and reaching up a hand to gently run through his curls.

Those baby brown eyes widened slightly in shock, but otherwise he didn’t move for what felt like eternity as your fingers were buried and surrounded by his brown and grey locks, pushing through them reverently.

Slowly, one of his hands found your waist and gently tugged you forward as his other hand found your cheek, his thumb caressing your cheek. You were totally aware of your body, every feeling, but you no longer had control. And as his head tilted down to meet yours, his lips grazing on yours, you never wanted control of your body again if it meant depriving you of this feeling. You could feel him moving out of pure instinct like yourself, and despite it just being a kiss, you realised deep in your gut, that this was the start of something physically and spiritually breathtaking

[moseslikellamas]

♱𖣂 Redfork Menace ♱𖣂 pt.10

Benjicot Blackwood x Bracken!OC

Summary - Martyn begins to suspect his family is using his sister disappearance to further a senseless war. Shanda buckles under pressure while awaiting the trip to riverrun

Warnings - fem!reader, suspense, mentions of violence, depictions of choking, adult language, period typical misogyny, advanced misogyny, condescension, adult language, complicated family dynamics, feud behavior, misplaced rage, feelings of guilt, manipulation, benjicot brainrot, Kieran Burton fancast.

Word count - 2.5k

Shanda in the gold gown the Blackwoods lend her. Listen all I’m gonna say is the advanced misogyny tag is there for a reason. And we stan Martyn, the only character with a good head on his shoulders. If you hear maniacal laughter throughout while reading, thats me I apologize.

“It was her!” Royce insisted. “She was climbing the bank of the river back to the Blackwood side!”

There were murmurs around the room and Martyn had heard enough.

“How do we know you didn’t set the fire? I didn’t see you when it started, nor to help get anyone out.” He felt a prickle of pride when Royce’s face screwed up in an expression of anger.

“That’s ridiculous.” Royce huffed.

“No more ridiculous than you accusing our sister of conspiring to burn our own people!”

“You didn’t see her! Bloody Ben was right beside her, what more proof do you need brother?”

A whole hell of a lot more, Martyn thought.

“Yeah and he’s the same man that just had her sentenced to death Royce. She was probably trying to run away!”

“Enough, both of you.”

Martyn sat at his father’s voice, his brother hesitated a moment before following suit.

“Your loyalty is touching Martyn. But we can’t so easily dispute what your brother mentions. After all, she never told me of any plan to gather Blackwood secrets.”

Martyn groaned internally, he was surrounded by idiots.

“Harold, surely you know our sister wouldn’t conspire this way.”

Harold, another of their brothers, was in his thirties but had spent many days hanging with Martyn and Shanda when they were children.

“I agree with Martyn. Shanda wouldn’t do this.”

“We should wait and judge her behavior in Riverrun.” Responded Gerolt, who was a few years older than Harold and decently liked by Martyn.

Another murmur went through the room at the suggestion.

“Has anyone heard from Normon?” His father asked.

Normon was a brother of theirs who spent his time sailing. Last Martyn heard he was in Oldtown, bothering the citadel. Normon was barred entrance since books had a tendency to go missing in his presence. Shanda had every missing tome hidden in their family library. Silence followed his father’s question.

“That’s too bad. We could use him at Riverrun.” Amos had replied at last.

“What will our defense be?” Gerolt asked the question they were all wondering about.

“We deny it of course.” Their father responded. “We’ll say Shanda is only a woman. She can’t be held responsible for this. The heat got to her fragile mind.”

Martyn knew his father did not really believe this but his hand twitched towards his sword at the words regardless. It was this backwards rhetoric that had made Shanda feel the need to leave in the first place. It made his blood boil. He knew his sister was twice as smart as more than half of this room full of blithering idiots. Said idiots all nodded at his fathers words, lapping it up.

“Then we’ll talk about the Blackwood scum sulling her. Twisting her mind.”

Martyn was wound so tightly he was likely to shatter into a million pieces listening to his father talk about his sister this way.

“Maybe we could work in what you saw Royce. Use it as proof of Blackwood influence.”

That was enough for Martyn who stood harshly shoving his chair back and leaving the room, slamming the large wooden door on his way out. How his own family could sit there scheming ways to pin the blame on Shanda was beyond him. It made him sick. He would make his own petition at the trial separately from his father and brothers. Stalking off to a guard tower, Martyn vowed not to let his sister's name go down without a fight.

***

Shanda never heard any word from her family. If they were writing to her, the Blackwoods were holding the letters back. She missed Martyn horribly and wondered tirelessly why Royce had been so upset the other night. No answers ever came to her though. Benjicot had made it his mission to try and fill the familial hole in her heart. He never left her side, she’d tried everything to get rid of him. Bringing up his responsibilities, cursing him, trying to physically remove him from the premises. But each plan failed and eventually she had just let him be.

He would sit quietly and play with the long strands of her hair while she stared listlessly out the window most of the time. The date had been set for the trial in Riverrun but it was weeks from now. The Tully’s had invited damn near the entire Riverlands to bear witness and as such wanted to give everyone a chance to arrive. Raventree hall and Stone hedge were both only a stone’s throw from Riverrun, so she just had to wait. When she grew desperate to escape his presence she would go find Alysanne. Who seemed perfectly capable of driving her nephew away with only a harsh look. He would raise his hands in surrender and blessedly leave her alone for a few hours.

It was on one of these occasions that she had a peculiar conversation with the heirs aunt.

“He doesn’t like strong women.” She’d stated, frustrated with Benjicot’s attempts to steamroll her into going on a hunt with him.

“He’s always so condescending, talking to me like I’m some stupid child! I don’t know how you can stand to be around him.”

“Benjicot doesn’t dislike strong women. He reacts well to a strong hand. You’ve seen that.” Alysanne had responded, utterly amused by her rising anger.

That had only made her angrier. Did any of the Blackwoods take anything seriously? They were always laughing, as if life were one big joke. It made Shanda yearn for a conversation with Martyn.

“He doesn’t respect them then! Whatever, it doesn’t matter.” She had stormed out of the room her and Alysanne were in and had a guard guide her back to her room.

That was two days ago and luck was on her side. As the annoying heir was still out on the hunt he’d tried to get her to accompany him on. Shanda had no patience for hunting with people she loved, she wasn’t going to have any with her enemies. While he was gone she prayed to the gods that he would snap his leg while out. Or that his horse would throw him, he’d get an arrow to the eye. It couldn’t hurt to merely suggest to the gods that he meet a terrible fate. She knew it was unlikely to happen but it made her feel better for a while. She imagined herself being freed of the growing attraction she had to him. It left a bad taste in her mouth, to imagine going back to her boring life in the library tower. If she did get out of here, she would start seriously trying to leave Stone Hedge. She would miss Martyn but maybe he could come visit her, wherever she ended up. It would get him off of guard duty at the very least.

She had made up her mind to ignore Benjicot when he returned. No matter what he did, she had to remain calm and neutral. It was obvious he enjoyed riling her up, so she needed to be unaffected. That was easier said than done but regardless of how she really felt, she had to reflect nothing on the outside. She just had to wait for the trial and then she could get her life back.

***

Benjicot had abandoned the hunt after the fourth day. He had bagged several animals, including a wolf and decided he was done. Mostly he couldn’t stop thinking about the pretty Bracken stuck inside waiting on him. She would be so bored and lonely without him and it was his job to keep her entertained. Alysanne had sent him a raven yesterday, telling him about the amusing argument she’d had with Shanda. “She thinks you’re a woman hater, nephew. Are you mistreating her? She specifically mentioned condescension, maybe try not being yourself so much.” He’d snorted at that. Then he left after sunset on the fourth day, riding back to join her. He was a wreck of dirt and grass, so he had gone to bathe first when he arrived back. It was late, the ride had taken him well over an hour. She was probably asleep by now. The thought didn’t do anything to discourage him from looking in on her.

He dressed in a loose white shirt, he left the top untied in his rush to get out. His pants were loose and breezy in the humid air. He had dismissed the guard outside first before he slid her door open carefully. He did not want to wake her if she was asleep. Entering her saw her passed out on the bed and he left the door cracked open. He picked one of the wooden chairs from the table and quietly set it beside her bed.

Her chest was rising and falling steadily, her mouth was slightly open, relaxed in the grip of sleep.

He watched her for a tender moment before he decided to wake her up. He knew he shouldn’t but who was going to stop him? Half of the castle was still out in the wilderness, drunk camped around fires under the night sky. He stroked her head, smoothing her hair back from her face. Then he smirked before placing his hand over her mouth and using his thumb and index finger pinched her nose closed, cutting off her air supply.

It didn’t take long for her crystalline eyes to fly open, darting frantically around while she flopped like a fish out of water. He let go of her nose, allowing her to suck air in but didn’t remove his hand right away.

“Shhh. Calm down, it's just me darling.” He calmly stroked her hair while he repeated soothing words to her. When her shoulders relaxed, he removed his hand from her mouth.

“Hello,” he smiled at her. “Did you miss me?” He didn’t stop petting her head and she sleepily rubbed her eyes blinking up at him.

“What are you doing back?” She asked in a small hoarse voice that sent all of the blood rushing away from his brain. Using his free hand he wove their fingers together and rubbed circles with his thumb. He needed to keep his hands busy, to stop himself from doing what he really wanted to. Which was to pull her into his lap and kiss her until she was bright red and panting against him.

“I wanted to see you.” He said simply, staring into her pretty eyes. She turned a dusty shade of pink at his words and he relished in the sight. She was less on guard here, still sleepy and cozy in bed. He tried not to think about how easy it would be to climb in there with her. Instead he turned the question back on her.

“You didn’t answer my question.” He unwound their entwined hands, bringing his hand up to gently cradle her neck. He could feel her pulse pounding under his fingertips. “Did you miss me?” He felt her heart skip a beat at his words and he’d nearly moaned out loud. The old gods had blessed him and now they were testing his resolve. How long could he wait to have her?

She answered so softly he almost hadn’t heard her.

***

Benjicots hand was around her neck, lightly holding her still while he stroked the top of her head. It was ecstasy, she was vibrating on the inside. His was the vision of an angel, decked out in white. His chest was exposed from where he had forgotten to tie his shirt closed and it had sent her spiraling. She wanted to sink her teeth into his exposed skin. She’d been secretly delighted to be woken by him, even if she was momentarily scared out of her mind. When he said he’d wanted to see her as his reason for early return, she couldn’t help the blush that spread across her face.

“Hello, are you paying attention baby? I said, ‘Did you miss me?’” He very lightly squeezed at her pulse point.

In a few minutes he’d managed to make all of the resolve she had built over the last few days crumble. It was pathetic. So pathetically she whispered her answer. “Yes, I did.”

And she had missed him. Alysanne was fine company but Shanda knew she was keeping her from her normal duties. Alysanne seemed to run the entirety of Raventree, barking orders day and night at an army of men. It was admirable, but made their hangouts a bit strained. And she could only stare out the window for so long without going insane. She’d been trapped at home but here she was a prisoner. Unable to freely go wherever she wanted.

“You’re so perfect. Bracken or not, the gods hand made you for me.”

She felt lightheaded at his words. Why couldn’t he have died out in the field? She knew scores of Bracken ancestors were cursing her through the sands of time. But they were dead and she was so, so alive.

“My aunt mentioned that you think I don’t respect women.”

She’d looked at him with her face showing the shadow of betrayal she felt at Alysanne exposing her behind her back. That was on her for trusting a Blackwood though.

“I said you don’t like strong women.” She corrected him, refusing to meet his gaze.

“Oh I like strong women fine enough. You just aren’t one.”

Her stomach dropped into her feet at his words. He squeezed her neck harder, forcing her eyes up to meet his. “You want to be. Desperately trying to fill your mother’s too big shoes.”

She would’ve slapped him if she weren’t running out of oxygen.

“But you’re just a soft, pretty, weak woman.” He eased up on her neck, letting her gasp in some air before he cut it off again. She stared into his eyes, feeling her insides coated in flames. “You need someone to take care of you, tell you what to do.”

He took his hand off of her neck, letting her breathe properly and she sucked in air greedily.

He leaned in to whisper in her ear, his hand holding her by the jaw.

“You can’t admit it to yourself, embarrassed that you aren’t up to the task. But I’m not judging you baby, I like my women soft.”

She felt humiliated and aroused. And she opened and closed her mouth, trying to think of anything to say back to him. To deny the horrible truth he’d laid bare at her feet. But her mind was blank, still reeling. He filled the silence when she failed to answer.

“You don’t have to say anything. I know it's true and so do you. Don’t worry, your secret is safe with me.”

He pulled back from where he was whispering in her ear and she knew her face would be washed blood red. She was trembling, overwhelmed. He looked at her with a soft pitying expression, like she was a wet cat who’d accidentally fallen in the pond.

“It’s late, you should go to sleep.” He didn’t rise to leave though, just went back to stroking her hair. Then he began to hum and slowly her heart stopped trying to escape her chest. She didn’t bother to remind him, he had been the one to wake her up. Instead she drifted off to sleep, her last thought being of how utterly screwed she was.

[weirdass-shiptournament]

WELCOME TO THE (UN)OFFICIAL WEIRDASS SHIP TOURNAMENT‼️

DO YOU:

- Have a rare pair so rare they never interact in canon? Or even exist in the same canon?

- Is literally only known by a small circle of friends and is completely incomprehensible to the average onlooker?

THEN THIS IS THE POLL FOR YOU‼️

THE SUBMISSION RULES ARE:

- CANNOT interact in canon! We are talking the obscurest of obscure. I need to have to hunt these character down and edit them into a photo in order for them to be valid. If I google their names together and can easily find official pictures of them hanging out it’s invalid(exceptions can be made depending on circumstances)

- CAN be from different source material. Literally anything goes!! Anime character and Spongebob? OKAY!!! Two characters from the same show who’ve never interacted?? YES!! I’m looking for ships you need to explain the development of. There needs to be a lore.

- CANNOT have a mass following. Once again, I’m looking for ships that can only be comprehended by a group of friends with insider knowledge. So things like BBC Sherlock’s mormor, despite being a ship wjere one of the characters technically doesn’t exist, doesn’t count on account of being immensely popular and having several hundreds of fics made for them. WE’RE TALKING WEIRD. RANDOM. OBSCURE. There’s gotta be like 5 fics of them MAXIMUM(exceptions can be made if they’re all by the same one or two very dedicated ppl)

- ALL SUBMISSIONS WILL BE JUDGED BY DEDICATION NOT NUMBERS!!! I want you FIGHTING for your LIFE to justify why your blorbos are not only weird but extremely valid to ship. I want to see essays with the same passion and effort youd put into your English paper worth 50% of your grade.

AND THE POLL RULES ARE:

- NO REAL LIFE PEOPLE. streamers count.

- I have full control of who gets in or not. Once again, we are going by dedication, not numbers. Please don’t be upset if your blorbos do not make it in. I f things go well, I’ll probably do this again, so you’ll likely have more chances to see them submitted.

- I DO NOT HAVE ENCYCLOPEDIC KNOWLEDGE OF EVERY MEDIA EVER. while i will go out of my way to do background checks of any character I don’t recognize, I’m not very smart. If a ship gets in that’s in some way notably problematic, I assure you I did not know!! Please just DM me about it if it happens!!!

- I don’t want to see any trash talking towards other opponents. This is a for fun poll! Please have fun. Discover new weird ships to have. Form weird ship polycules with the opponents and kiss or smth. If I see any vile behavior in the polls you will be blocked.

- unfortunately I am a human bound by feelings and bias. This was originally just going to be a ‘weird a3 ships’ thing before I decided to branch out since I doubt I’d get many submissions sticking to one fandom. If you see a lot of a3! Specific ships thats because I have a lot of friends who are all individually buckwild about certain weird ships.

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THE SUBMISSIONS WILL LAST UNTIL MAY 15TH GMT -4‼️ (<- linked here)

(Should a date be needed I will specify later down the line. I will give more than enough time with a heads up for when I close submissions, so you do not have to worry about being too late to submit your blorbos.)

I WOULD LIKE TO GIVE SPECIAL SHOUTOUTS TO @pinkandbluebracket @redandyellowbracket @a3outfitstournament AND @greenhairandpronouns-tournament FOR MAKING POLLS SEEM FUN AND SILLY AND THUS MY ENCOURAGEMENT TO MAKE MY OWN!!! ALSO BECAUSE TAGGING SEEMS CUSTOMARY

[blank-slate-jay]

I’m feeling angst could you do Joel x male reader where the reader dies or gets infected

Worse To Come

Joel Miller x Male!Reader

Word Count: 1.9k

Tags: Death, Angst, Implied Suicide

Thanks for the submission! It feels good to be writing again, so hope you (anonymous) and everyone else enjoys some good ole angst!

Everything seemed to calm as the chilly winds of winter rolled around. You, Joel, and Ellie were currently searching a run down store, in hopes of getting yourselves some supplies. Obtaining this wasn't going to be easy. In such a dangerous world, being vigilant is a key element of survival. You believed you had great perception, and when you began separating from the group to search another area of the store, you would soon regret it.

The quiet air turned to a violent scuffle after you knocked over a bottle, causing the infected to come out from their hiding place. There were only two runners, one handled by Ellie and Joel, and the other who you encountered while searching in the other room on your own. After dealing with the first runner effectively, Ellie and Joel could hear you screaming for help in the other room. Quickly, the two rush to your aid.

The infected person had gotten ahold of you and was on top of you. You squirm with your arm pushing at the runner's neck to prevent it from biting into your face. Your other hand was trying to reach for the knife in your pocket, but the runner's hands were flailing and hitting your sides. You tried blocking the strikes but they were too unpredictable. The full weight from the runner was about to collapse onto you, but luckily Joel came in and disposed of the runner with an instant headshot.

“Y/n”, Joel comes over to you, pushing the dead runner off your body. He got down, pulling you up to your feet. “You ok?”

You shakily respond, “Yeah”.

“You sure?” he asked, placing his palm on your cheek. His tender hands were a warm welcome after such a close call. His worried expression grew as you took a moment to reply. All you did was nod.

“No bites, nothing?” his hands ran down your shoulders as he gazes all over you to see if you had any marks.

You shook your head, moving back from the man. “None...", you said, eyes facing the ground for a second. All you could think about is how close you came to dying, due to your poor judgement of the room. You look back up this time toward the door where Ellie was standing, her eyes indicating relief at the sight of you being ok.

“Thank fuck you’re alive!” Ellie blurted out.

“Ellie…” Joel says motioning for her to tone it down. “We don’t know if there’s anymore infected in here. You two stay here, grab anything you can. Food, me-“

“Medicine, ammunition…we know Joel.” Ellie finishes for him in a joking manner.

His shoulders relaxed simultaneously as he sighed. Joel looks toward you then back to Ellie. “I’ll be back. Remember keep your voices low.

Ellie watches as Joel leaves the room before proceeding to mock the old man, “keep your voices low” she laughs, “Always gotta be uptight”.

Her banter brought a small smile to your face momentarily before fading into a frown. “Thats Joel for, ya.”

Ellie was going to continue making fun of Joel but watched as your expression changed as you began rubbing your arm; which was concealed by your coat sleeve. She took note of this and your sudden change in demeanor. She asked, “You injured?” She certainly wasn’t one to hide anything on her mind.

You let out a hefty breath, “No. Let’s uh...get searching.” You turn your back to Ellie and begin peeking through some cabins. Ellie followed suit.

-----

The building had just enough supplies for them to make it to Jackson. So, the trio continued onward.

“Joel, why does it snow”.

Joel was occupied in checking they’re location on a map, “Seasons”.

“Yeah I know that! I’m talking about how it works. Like how do they form, and why does it only come around during winter, or in different regions.”

Joel glances at Ellie, “Did F.E.D.R.A not teach you anything?”

Ellie replies, “Jackshit. Only thing they taught us was to obey orders.”

“Of course they did,” Joel scoffs, reviewing the map once more.

Ellie still curious, decides to let Joel do his thing. She turns around, walking backwards a couple of feet behind Joel. “Hey y/n”.

You were some distance from them, around a couple of yards behind. “Do you know where snow comes from?”

“The clouds, change in temperature, the planet’s orbit around the sun…” you explain.

Ellie's eyes widened, “Wait thats why?!

“Not quite, we’re at the furthest point of our orbit around the sun. So everything gets colder, and the water in the clouds freeze up becoming, snow.”

“What that is sooo weird. Joel”, Ellie smacks Joel’s arm, “You hearing this”.

Joel turns his head around, “Hear what?”

“Hear what y/n is talking about. You could learn a thing or two.”

“I know enough”. Joel says looking over at you. Joel stops in place, causing Ellie to bump into him. She let out a quick ‘ow’ before Joel spoke once more, this time to you, “Tired?”

You answer, “No”, stopping in your tracks just as Joel did. “Are you”?

“No, you’re falling behind, it's why I asked”.

“I like it back here”.

Joel chuckled, thinking you were trying to be difficult to get on his nerves, “Well we can’t stay too spread apart, we’re coming up on some woods and…I don’t want you getting left behind or attacked without notice.”

You hummed, not in agreement but more like you were acknowledging his words. You joked, “That wouldn’t be half bad right about now,” your gaze trailing over to the river just down the hill you three were on. For some reason, it had become mesmerizing to look at for you. Had winter always looked this good?

Joel didn’t quite know how to respond to such a remark. He couldn’t help but repeat your words “Wouldn’t be half bad…”, his voice giving the impression that he was trying to decipher the meaning. “What do you mean by that?”

You sighed, running your hand up your arm, “I don’t think you wanna know”.

Ellie picked up on your tonal shift again. The first time she didn’t think much of it, but now, all she could feel was an awful gut feeling. One she was all too familiar with.

Joel moves past Ellie, and begins trudging over to you. “I do wanna know actually." With his boots pushing into the snow with each step, he sees you backing up the closer he got. Confused, he takes another step and you mimic his movement, moving backward once more. "Sweetheart?"

His voice cut you deeper than any knife you had to endure. Why did he have to call you that at a time like this?

He asked, "What's wrong?"

You let out a shaking breath, unsure of how to drop the secret you were withholding.

So you did the only thing that confirmed what you were about to say was truthful. You reach for your sleeve and pull it all the way to your elbow. All plastered around your skin were these thick and dark veins, branching out from the bite mark on your forearm. It had gotten worse since when you initially saw them. Some part of you was holding out hope you were immune , but you were kidding yourself. You knew you were done for and just wanted to stay alive with Joel and Ellie as long as you could carry yourself.

"How bad does it look?" you asked.

Joel's eyes widen when he's it, taken aback by his very eyes. He didn't want to believe it, he didn't. But how could he deny the harsh reality crumbling down onto him? The bite was as clear as day, anyone who denied so was a lunatic.

"Holy shit..." Ellie gasps, chiming into the conversation. "When...how...?"

"A runner got me, back at that store. I tried to fight it off, I did. But I...fucked up".

Joel, who looked to be in the midst of a panic attack. He just kept staring between your arm and then looking away, shaking his head as if it would just go away.

"Joel" you spoke trying to get the man to look you in the eyes now, "Joel!" After a few seconds the older man finally locked eyes with you. You raised both your arms, shrugging your shoulders before dropping them down to your sides, "It's over for me. You and Ellie, you gotta keep going without me".

"No."

"Yes, you don't have a choice. Get to Jackson like you said we would. Go see your brother again."

Joel ignored your words, still in denial, “Why didn't you tell me. We could’ve-“

“Could’ve what, save me? We know how this is going to end, Joel. But I don't wanna become one of those...things. So, I have a request for you both."

Joel furrows his brows, now listening to you instead of his thoughts. You continue, "You see the river down there? I'm going down, and I'm going to let myself finally be at peace. I want you two to let me go." You pull out your gun and begin to empty out all the bullets until there was only one inside. "One bullet should do the trick."

The old man wasn't having any of this he storms up to you and grabs ahold of the gun in your hand. Now face to face, he looks into your eyes wanting to say a hundred things but not having the guts to say it. Both of you just look into each other's eyes for a moment, as this was the last moment you spend together being so close. You took this moment to stuff the extra bullets into Joel's jacket. After doing so you place your hand over his chest, slowly pushing him back away from you.

Joel didn't let go of your gun so easily, it took him until Ellie was grabbing at his arm from behind to finally let you go. She looked just as distraught as Joel if not worse, but at least she got him back from you so that you could fulfill your wish. "Stay strong you two. Make it to the end", you state, turning your back toward the pair.

Joel gulped down his emotions, "I love you, y/n".

You turn back, smiling at him before saying your final words, "As do I". Soon you continued your way down, your figure finally out of sight.

-----

Joel stood still his hand wrapped in the strap on his shoulders, and the other in his pocket. The man stared intently at the lump in the snow, the place that they buried you in. With the soil frozen and as hard as stone, the best they could do for you was cover you in deep snow. All his memories of you kept flashing within his head, from the day he met you to only an hour ago when he heard your gun ring out in the air.

The man tried his best to hold in his tears, poorly done since his vision was getting watery. Ellie, who stood next to him, sniffed as she wiped away the tears from her face. She looked up to Joel, who looked down at her. The old man places his hand on her shoulder, motioning his head backward, telling her that they need to leave. Ellie nodded her head. The two took one last look at your grave before walking away. To them both, losing you, was just another reminder of the grim world they were in.

[depraved-alaska]

MOM GOT ME A COLLAR N LEASH TODAY!!

she took me to petco to engrave the tag n i wore my collar allll day n then attatched the leash n gave it to mama!! i learned a new trick- drop it!! it just means i gotta stop bitin on somethin >< i didnt listen when mama said drop it n no bitin so mama spanked me!! eventually she made me count n i kept losing track cuz it gets hard to count after seven, especially cuz i was high :( mama was apparently counting for me n she said i was spanked over 200 times!!! thats a really big number n now my ass is all red n sore n my princess parts are so wet- she didnt even stop when i started to break!!. anyways, after mama spanked me she put me on her thigh n i dunno how many times i came but i do know i couldnt stop grindin subconsciously, even when i was so fucked out i couldnt talk, i still kept twitchin n squeezin n movin my hips!! mama gave me somethin to grind against but it wasnt enough so she put her fingers down there n it felt so good!! warm n tingly but BETTER. then mama started driving me home n i layed in her lap half-asleep with her jacket shoved between my thighs in the hopes of friction n moaned every time we hit a bump in the road cuz i was just too sore.

i got home? and now m layin in bed stuffed full with a dildo, but i rly wanna bigger one- like a foot long n super duper thick- or the real thing ><

[slashingdisneypasta]

Norman Tyrus x Fem!SecretRelationship!Reader || Drabble

Plot: This is set in the world of This Headcanon Set! Reader is the femme fatale of the group and, while on the road, she helps Norman trim his beard and it provides some quality alone (ish) time between you when your relationship is a secret from Wayne and Dale.

Warnings: Norman definitely has a 'daddy' thing about him here XD Complimenting you for 'behaving' and calling you 'little girl'. Unedited.

Tagging: @marinerainbow and @slxsherwriter .

You're perched on your knees in the drivers seat as Norman sits in the passenger seat facing the front; getting his beard neatened by you with some itty bitty hair cutting scissors. You're very focused, eyebrows knit together and focused as you hold yourself still on his shoulder and carefully snip away at the overgrown mess. Sure, you think its sexy when his beard grows out a bit- but he doesn't. So you help him!

Plus, with the doors closed and Dale and Wayne outside of the car- you can count this as a mini date! And you missed being alone with him; this trip cramped in this car constantly with the two dumbasses has gone on for way-too-long already. You just want to go back to Monroe County, send Dale and Wayne home and keep Norman to yourself for a few good hours. In fact, you want that so bad that you kind of wonder if Lyle knows about you and Norman- and he's doing this on purpose. Testing you.

What a bastard, you huff, frown increasing.

Norman notices the shift in your mood, despite how small and momentary it is, and his eyes shift in his head to look at you. "... you good?"

... Instead of insulting his brother during the one short moment you two have had alone for a week, you stop snipping for a moment and nod, pasting on a smile full of assurance. "Yeah, all good." You quip.

"How come I don't believe you?" He asks, that slow drawl of his ever-present and usually so sexy-- though right now, you kind of wish he didn't sound so sure.

Sighing, your smile goes a little sad; slumping against the seat next to you. "... I just miss you." Its not a lie, but its not the full truth, either. Its enough to old him, for now. He'll have to learn about your suspicions eventually; you aren't the kind of couple to hide things (well not from each other) , no matter how unpleasant the truth might be. And Norman's good at taking things in his stride, he has never once yelled at you or gotten mad at you at all, so you know it wont start a fight... but you still just don't want to get into this n o w. Now, you just wanna enjoy a soft, quiet moment with your boyfriend.

... quiet-ish. Dale just threw a clump of dirt and grass at Wayne outside the car.

Sighing and almost absentmindedly locking the car doors so Wayne doesn't come ducking for cover inside, Norman shifts a little to look at you better. "I'm right here, baby." He tells you, softly. Still in that terrifying drawl, but, a notch warmer.

"You know what I mean... " You borderline-whine, pouting. Physical proximity is just not the same as when you can act like a couple.

"Yeah... I do." The windows are tinted, so Norman feels comfortable picking up your hand in his; squeezing it between you both on the console. "But look, Lyle says we've just got a couple more days out here, then we can go home. And I promise to take you out on the best date so far. You deserve it, little girl." Godddd, why does he say stuff like that!? Doesn't he know how hard it is not to kiss him when he does!? "You've been so good this past week, behavin' and helping us out... I gotta thank you, don't I?"

"... you could thank me by ditching these two here and getting a motel room for a couple hours with me." You say bluntly, even though you know thats not possible. You know you're being petulant, but its been a week!!!-

Norman releases a chuckle at you, thinking you're being 'cute' or something- puh. You're not being cute, you're being impatient. "Babygirl, you know I'd love that. But you know we cant."

"Yeah... " You give a drawn-out, dramatic sigh. He's still holding your hand though, you still have that despite your trip, so you look longingly down there.

He rubs a comforting thumb over your knuckles. "What can I do to make my girl smile?" When you don't say anything, his grin widens a little bit. "... What if I say fuck the system and you get to pick the road snacks today?"

Eyes rolling, you cross your free arm, with the scissors still in your hand, over your stomach. "... but its Wayne's turn... " Bleh.

"Screw Wayne, he'll live. And he ain't my girl."

Still mopey, you refuse to look him in the eye. "Well I mean, you'd hope not, considering he's your cousin- "

"Y/N."

"Okay yeah, that would be good." You smile at him, brightening up as you think about what's on the way to where you're going today and what you can get. And also how good you have it with Norman, how good he is to you in these silly, little ways. "Thank you."

"Wish I could do more. Anything you want."

"Yeah, well... " Giving a shrug and a sigh, you give him a hopeless look. "We agreed- its better if the others don't know. For now."

Now Norman is the one looking frustrated- irritated. "Yeah, well I'm rethinkin' that idea more and more the longer this trip draws out."

You squeeze his hand, trying to contain your excitement because you k n o w you two have made the right decision. Its not time yet. "Me too. But- "

"I know." He gently cuts you off, giving you a comforting, monotonous grin. "I know, baby."

"... god I wish I could kiss you now." You huff, making you both chuckle. Norman looks out the front window of the car now, seeing the guys standing side-by-side against a fence now, facing the cars way; evidently over the dirt-throwing.

For a few moments you're both silent, watching Dale and Wayne chuckling over whatever nefarious, gross, ill-conceived joke they made up. Part of you is waiting for them to walk away so and Norman can share a quick kiss- but they don't move an inch. Dale even looks up at the two you, notices you watching them, and gives a half-waive.

"... so, how's my beard lookin'?" Norman finally breaks the silence.

You give him a moments assessment; sighing out a thoughtful 'hum'. "Hmmm... Sexy."

Noman flashes you a devastating smirk, and folds his fingers through the car doorhandle. "Okay then, lets go."

~ 3 Days Later, as soon as Wayne and Dale leave Norman's apartment ~

The second the door clicks shut behind Dale, you flick the lock and then skip/bound over to Norman; throwing your arms and legs around him. He catches you, securing you against his body, and connects his lips with yours in a searing hot make-out. After a week and a half the kiss is not likely to end any time soon, but you still feel desperate for each other. You part your lips for his tongue and run your hands down his chest, feeling him for the first time in what feels like ages.

Its going to be a long night.

[send-up-my-heart-to-you]

this is far overdue, so heres an introduction post

• you can call me queenie, im keeping my real name anonymous • muslim (feel free to ask any questions, idm, theres no stupid questions only misinformation) • minor • my birthday is march 20th, astrology is full of shit because i am the epitome of a gemini but apparently im a pisces ??? no • she/her • poc • intp (i know way too much about mbti and not enough about other forms of typology, like socionics, enneagram, etc) • self-diagnosed autistic • my special interests include writing (either original work or fanfics) and psychology • hobbies include hyperfixating, reading, writing, listening to music, and ranting to my friends about books ive recently read

on this blog pretty much all i do is talk about my fandoms, which may include:

• riordanverse • shadowhunters • the folk of the air • the ascendance series • heartstopper • anne with an e

(its mostly the first two tho)

and then the slew of anime i watch, which ill link here

my asks are also open in case youd like to request headcanons or fanfics, but obviously i cant do it if i dont know the fandom, so please if its anything anime/manga related, i cant guarantee that ill know it, so try to include the name in the ask

i also have a side blog @queenie-says-free-palestine. dont think i need to clarify what the posts are abt

uquiz masterlist (uquizzes i made):

• assigning you an ascendance series kin • choose something about me and ill decide if i like you or not • i assign you a percy jackson kin except the questions are stupid

more to come

kinlist here

my tags:

#queenie doesnt shut up #eka asks

dni if you are:

• zionist • ableist • sexist (that counts as misogyny OR supporting #killallmen) • racist • religiophobic (including antisemitism) • xenophobic • proshipper • sexualise minors (real OR fictional. idc if you age them up)

masterlist of my writing

i do have an ao3 account, which i will link here, but i only have like two works up on there as of april 2023

i also have a wattpad account, but its just the same fics as my ao3 account

also please follow the writing blog i made with my friendsss

tagging people who deserve some love:

irl: @itadori-yujiii - sister who is always on the receiving end of my rants @tinadablackthorn - other sister, sometimes forget she exists tbh @greenmanwiththesauce - asshole friend who exists solely to make me question my existence @velversess - my parabatai ily @1tomie1 - one of my irl friends who is literally me but not really @maybecordelia - cousin but also best friend also my fangirl buddy 🫶🫶 @ada-apolog1st - frenemy 😘😘

online (all of which are very cool people w amazing taste) @aliciasfantasyxox - online-friend-in-law we have not conversed but hello @moondust-on-the-hijabi - one of the first friends i made on here :D lovely lady lin rules over EVERYTHINGGG @that-multi-fandom-hijabi - ARAB MUSLIM AROACES UNITE !!!! @nerdy-girl3791 - showed up one day n i love seeing you around yes hello @sleepy-vix - someone who likes heartstopper, bsd, sk8, thats hot people shit right there @loife1m - LOLLIPOP :DD my love you are a breath of heaven walking upon this beautiful earth STAY STRONG BABES @someonewhogotanaccount - rambling twinsies whos basically a confused n optimistic me @heartstars - MY LITTLE SISTER I LOVE YOU SO SO MUCH @reyna-obsessed - my darling mini come lets be gremlins together @hijabi-desi-bookworm - STOP CALLING ME [redacted nickname] OR I SWEAR TO GOD ILL SMITE YOU (jk ily esme<33)

yea thats pretty much it, may update later idk

[freebooter4ever]

fuck guys my 'i think i met geno in 2012 without realizing who he was' conspiracy theory deepens D:

after a long day of rendering i was indulging in some scribbling and i wasnt going to post it but i was drawing this:

i mean its some random girl i dont think anyone even knows who she is, and the photo is hot and a fun romantic kissy pose to draw. i figured it was harmless practice. and halfway through the drawing i actually looked at the background. and immediately fucking recognized those stairs. i mean the exact location may be different but those railings i remember. cause i can never forget my friend grabbing my wrist and dragging me down the stairs fast enough that i was very grateful for the railings to hang onto.

i googled and the first time i searched 'diesel pittsburgh' i got this:

which is honestly way better than any nightclub. but then i adjusted the search terms and found

yeah thats basically exactly what i remember but with added weird green glowy pillars. looks an awful lot like the background of the photo too, huh?

definitely the same railings. :( there was a bouncer security guy at the bottom of the stairs who would stop you from going up it. i have no idea how we even got up there because it was the other girls' idea. its not like we were the hottest girls there or something either, we were just a group of carneg*ie mellon nerds. and i was not in the girls inner circle. just tagging along so nobody ever explained decisions to me. this was jan 2012...i hadnt even run into naeem at my dance class yet that happened in fall 2012. i hadnt perfected my dancing outfits, it was freezing and i hadnt realized that even in jan you wear skimpy clothes to run into the club because its always hot in there once you get there. i was in a quarter sleeve dress with flounces and ruffles and my favorite victorian leather booties. not exactly normal club wear. like that girl in the photo? looking way cuter than me lol. i also desperately did not want to be on that second floor. nobody up there was dancing they were just sitting around. i wanted to be dancing!

keep in mind i only ever went to this club once. ONCE. and i remember all of it because it was simulatenously fascinating but also traumatizing lmao. and not because of the group of guys in the vip section, that was probably the only highlight, money fingers dude was at least interesting even if he embarrassed me and cruelly dismissed me so soon after waving me over to talk to him :P (chloe would probably say different after what the other half of the group asked her to do)(not the dude who talked to me he was kind of separate from the main group).

but there's that vip section on the second floor and then below it the main dance floor was full of creeps - grabbing at me, pulling me around - just assholes. all i had wanted to do was dance with my friends and you couldnt do that easily because of all these creeps. and of the girls i was there with - only one i knew very well we can call her "L" and soon after she moved back to her hometown. peter moved to ohio (poor petey)(petey was madly in love with L and she was...not. it was tragic. like penelope level unrequited love. everyone knew he was in love with her except L). and i started going to naeem's underground music events rather than mainstream clubs. (unless cruze counts lol). so yeah i had no reason or motivation to ever go back to diesel.

but i also went out dancing almost every weekend 2012-2017 and wouldnt you know it the only random stranger i ever met that actually stuck in my memory was the dude in diesel. weeeeeeird.

i cant describe the strange dejavu i got when i realized i recognized those stupid hand railings. small world, crazy coincidences, absolutely impossible. on the other hand if it was him, i cant be mad at my past self for being clueless cause even if i had known anything i would have been too shy and awkward to do anything other than maybe give myself permission to stare at him more, and clearly he lost interest fast.

hilariously the places that i frequented in pittsburgh dont have any photos - one place didnt allow cameras or photographs, but the others were just such dives that nobody bothered. but they were more like this:

[joannasteez]

conejita (2)

pairing: damian priest x reader warning: smut. nsfw! use of pet name and descriptions of pet play. "conejita" means "bunny" in spanish authors note: feeling a little scandalized, no one look at me! this man is keeping me from the tanks of blood update btw word count: 1200 tags: @333creolelady @harmshake @kill-the-artiste

he'd told you about this, about breathing. about pleasure being a reward for patience. the pit of your belly sore from that terrible delay of satisfaction. shallow breathes forcing your core to tighten..."fuck"...a bright break of a whimper..."fuck"...

and you feel it there, the slight tug against that gentle length of fur, because...

..."a bunny without her tail is a sore sight, only paints half the picture"... 

thats what he'd said. purring and deep along the shell of your ear. tongue slipping up thereafter, as if to solidify the sweetness of it. so you'd done it. honeyed your skin in the scent that pleased him and sunk delicately into the domineer of his desire. pretty sage lace adorning your body as you settled into his lap. deft, manicured fingers — sage french tips to match—taking the clean end of the plug to stroke it along your lips. peaks of kitten licks before suckling the tip. his palm easing along that supple take of skin that rounds out along your bottom. metal rings cool to the touch. 

he'd taken to your jaw with his other hand. swept his thumb along your chin to pull your lips in..."you're just the prettiest thing aren't you"...thunder of a voice. rippling skin and taking hold strong at your bones. you'd shivered along his lap. fingers weak and your temperaments weaker. belly clenching about nothing. needful and anxious. and of course he'd led. guided the sticky wet end of the tail to trail and venture till it'd found it's way at that puckered little hole. a slow press in of a maneuver, till it'd been seated perfectly. wispy little songs from your throat and a needy rut of your pussy along his thigh. his mouth smiling before he took you in for a kiss. 

and you couldn't help it then, to make it sloppy. to suckle his tongue messily and grind into the tough fabric of his jeans. the friction of it causing that delicious build in your belly. but that was a while ago. the charming fit of your lace bra, now, undone and stretched else where. desperation corralling beautifully well in the blood. your fingers digging into the sofa. eyes tightened to a close. 

you're a mess to say the least. panties soaked through and your clit tender. pulsing still. belly knotted up and waiting for bliss. 

..."ruttin' that messy pussy all on me, soaking through my jeans"...groaning into your mouth before his tongue sweeps in for another kiss. soft, full lips pushing in to mesh and pull. his legs spread wide as you ride him there. an arm thrown along the top of the couch leisurely as the other kneads and caresses your hips. your nipples hard and sitting just right along his chest. the thin, linen fabric rushing in a friction that catches firmly. 

"...so gorgeous..."

"...God you smell amazing..." 

"...fucking perfect..."

drawling songs of praise about your ear. his spiced cologne thick in your nose and pulling full in your lungs. lip bitten between your teeth and a twisting grind in your hips. but it isn't enough. the ache in your belly sitting at the edge of relief, but never fulfilled enough to break away freely. a whine in your throat playing desperate. fingers rushing into his skin. forming over trembly and sharp. that patience you'd clung to in attempt to please him, drawing thin and unusable. but this is what he wants. always. delays in gratification for a better thing. thinning your resolve till your wits warm over and melt into nothing. amendable.

and he sets out cooly, undoing the hard silver buckle of his belt. thumbing the button out of the loop before the zipper purrs. revealing his briefs and the hard ache he'd done well to hide and ignore. caught up in your wispy noise and soft skin. and he won't discard your panties. won't do away with the soaked fabric, even if the absence makes for less of an inconvenience. the messiness of them speaking to just how ruined you've become. shallow breathes and tired moans. his hands gathering you up into him, lips parted over yours to steal what air remains, a gentle peck of a kiss as he guides, un-rushed, thick and pressing in. 

that slow, simple first taste too delicious to wait..."yes"...a delirious hiss through your teeth..."fuck yes"...feeling that pressure unfold as he makes to slip in hot and stiff. the sweet noise of it lewd and binding, your legs pulling up lazily to bend, feet planting flat against the couch. something broken and airy drawing up from your throat, your cheek running up against his till your nose knocks over. an urgent bite to your blood, the fullness good there as he shifts his weight to grind up shallow. 

but its unbearable still. not enough. your nails cradling his nape for stability, to feel the heat in his skin. a throb in your spine. effort fully making to sink over hungry, to take more, to feel that delicate splitting open that numbs the ache. his hand clutching over again, curling in till the cool metal of his rings kiss in to impress, stopping your delirium to exact some control. his words tumbling on your lips..."take it easy"...commanding soft. groaning and prying at your hips till he's nailing dull to cup under your ass. steering the pace to a lax little thing...."don't over work yourself"...he hums. lips trailing into the fold of your neck. the bass of his words settling in at your pulse. hips hitching again to feel that throb of a sensation as your clit rubs into him tight...."m'not going anywhere"... another deft upstroke that lets him feed in deeper. trailing along the wet clutch of your pussy. filling in full. 

his tongue peaks, a curl of a lick at your neck. suckling his lips there to taste the saltiness. his palm soothing over till he's tugging short at your tail again. caressing the fur about his fingers. a chorus of sensations burst everywhere. your mouth parting to breathe, to whine..."feels so good"...a tender bounce setting in your hips. a lazy take to the hilt till you're winding up to the tip of him before he's filling in thick again. 

..."s'all you needed right?"...mouth at your cheek again. lingering kisses that flow to the corner of your lips. his words breathing in as you manage the gentleness of this pace. arrested in the ease of him..."a little care, attention"...the back end of a finger rolling at the under curve of your breast, sweeping up to cup tenderly, thumb rolling to sooth in against your nipple...."you can get so restless sometimes, greedy"... his thumb hooking into your mouth to slip at your tongue. gathering wet there, stroking in as you suckle, before returning to press in at your nipple... "we can't have that right?"... his breath at your jaw still. teeth baring to prick, pulling you from your daze of pleasure for an answer..."right?"

"...y-yes...yes..."

he hums. suckles your bottom lip in for a kiss before shifting along the couch again for more comfortability. the maneuver leaving him to rut roughly into you. a stiff drag along the tight drool of your walls..."show me then conejita"... his arms slipping away to relax and spread leisure against the top of the couch..."wanna see you work yourself real nice"... a deep drawl that crawls up to flutter your hot body. quivering and rutting still as you fight the burn in your legs. sweat breaking damp at your forehead. the soft bunny tail bouncing to follow the tender rhythm...."make it pretty for me"...

[prowlingthunder]

Writing Patterns (Tag Game)

Rules: list the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there's a pattern!

Thank you for thinking of me, @medic-6116

Let's see here. Well, my last ten POSTED fics are backdated works that I was moving over from old accounts from >10 years ago so we wont count those. Let's look at the ten most recent fics. Are we counting new chapters? Nah, let's not include those. How do we define a sentence? We'll do "to the first period." (I'm not sorry.)

1: Mandalorian wolf-lords are rarer now than they had ever been in her life, and Fay hadn’t precisely lived a short one. 2: There were three ways to keep a secret that Nate knew. 3: Cid didn't so much dock the ship in Galahd as he hid it, easing them underneath the overhanging boughs of treetops and through the reeds inside the little inlet. 4: The Gray spread into infinity, a boundless expanse that went everywhere and nowhere all at once. 5: Quinn learned it first, Silas learns later. 6: And after he had fought the monsters, when it was all said and done, Artem the Wolf claimed the law of surprise for payment beyond grain or coin, and in the woods therein he found a babe. 7: Grudge doesn’t actually own her own skin. 8: The orders had come in together, in the middle of the regularly scheduled rec hour, and Chrys knew the orders had been for everybody but also different, because she had been working through slicing modules with Trickster when they arrived. 9: Sifo-Dyas wakes slow, dizzy and disoriented, unsure where he is. 10: [Full Link Here] He has been trained by Jon (not only Jon; before him by the Inquisitors, before them by soldiers) and Jon is the wildling who's sense of the Force is tangled vines and semi-permeable reality; when panic and hope and desperation reaches him (when the Force screams and he does not ignore it, he can hear it in almost whispers now and screaming is bad, screaming means now, screaming means don't think) he twists the universe, instinctive, reactionary, folds it, and steps Tae has called for help (Tae has called for him) comes tumbling into him, outside the bolt fired by a (dead, furious, not-alive, and he bears teeth and the Force rises for him, metal twists and bends and snaps) and he shoves bodily down, covers him with all that he is, presses against the other's presence and mind (endless stretches of desert and wild winds, harrowing through singing canyons and tousling dunes) Tae trusts him, he does, he unfolds and here's everything he knows, and darkness soaks it up like a sponge starved for water

(this is war, this is war, the Force is screaming death-knells of the dead all over the planet) this is war and pain and passion and he was forged for this ((here the world fractures and splits, the Force with it, the universe, reality, burning bright, balance unsettled, justice unsatisfied))

the serpent slips out from the shadows of the underbrush into the dunes of sea-sand and rises, dark scales luminous with blood as it's hood flares, threat registered, harmless to predator, the darkness burning in it's gaze

blood on the ground crystalizes and shatters as lightning rakes the sand, breaking, branching; it coils past feet burning bright, stars glowing (too much, too bright, he'll burn up in it) and coils up durasteel, sparking, bounces to the next one, chases over carapace hunting for an in and floor of the arena stills, breathing, and then heaves and rises, like a wave, like the ocean, glass snapping like seafoam and shells crunch, grind, the walls of the arena snap and split and the ground opens to swallow things whole

the emptiness of life is moot when the stars still glitter

Tae reaches out to him, careful, gentle, and the serpent shivers, but the touch is familiar, desert-warm against cold blood Aunsia (Aunsia, thats him, him, fragments of the Force shuddering out of him) breathes, shallow and sharp, not enough, shivering.

Pattern: ??????? Tagging: @zpansven @mandakatt @mtraki @thelavenderhimbo @whoever else wants to do it.

[nerdyenby]

Yellow time :D I’m watching Aimsey

I’m so excited for this team you guys, I love them all so much

“I love being the token lesbian” that’s my streamer!!

“‘Say gay rights’ no I hate gay people, I just don’t agree with that mindset” he was so deadpan I’m dying

Yellow and red teams are holding hands, I love my ketchup and mustard alliance 💛♥️

Aimsey’s popping off!!!

The skins are so cute and queer <333

Aimsey and Lily <3333

“Don’t get shot!!” “Yeah I won’t- … I got shot!!!” Shelby and Aimsey my beloveds!!!

Aimsey’s parkour has improved so much!! She’s doing so well!!!

The chat exchanges between Aimsey and Scott 😂

“Glowduo enjoyers” that’s me!!!! I’m a Glowduo enjoyer!!

Jojo queen of gay parkour!! We ignore Pete, straight men don’t count /lh

Buildmart

I’m so ready for them to pop off, you don’t understand

Their comms are so good!!!

They’re popping off!!

Aimsey is such a good runner!!

2nd place!!! Them!!!!! <3333

YOU DID SO GOOD AIMSEY

Jojo just improving Aimsey’s opinion of literally everything is so real

Bingo

Bingo but fast logo <333

Jojo taking charge so real, every friend group needs a designated decider

The comms are so chaotic but they’re so good at listening to each other <3

Shelby mvp!!!!

THE GIRLS ARE ON TOP!!!!

Warm colors win these!!!!

TGTTOSAWAF

Tgttosawaf antis (/lh) win these!!

The randomizer is so based

Jojo thirty-somethingth to first in one round!!!!

Shelby 😂

FIRST FULL TEAM!!!

You’re doing great False, that one’s always rough

Aimsey popping off!!!!!

“Don’t die, don’t do that, it pisses me off” Jojo 😂😂😂

Women supporting women <333

Parkour Tag

The gay gods favor my streamers

STOP BEING SELFDEPRICATING

False just standing there as everyone goes on about how much they suck lmao

YEEEAAAHHH

THAT WAS SO CLOSE!!! FALSE MY BELOVED!!!!!

Why are my girls bashing on my guys /neu??? H and Ran my beloved

Aimsey absolutely annihilating xeir girlfriend my beloved

They’re popping off!!!!

Aimsey’s doing so well 😭😭😭

Ace Race

I don’t know if this race is ace enough tbh

It still has the alternate routes right?

The vod is muted 😂😂😂

TWELFTH HOLY CRAP!!!! THATS MY FRICKIN GUY!!!!!!

Jojo has never been wrong!!!

The power of having an ace partner <333

Ran and Aims <3333

AIMSEY 11TH!!!!! THATS MY TOKEN LESBIAN!!!!!

Aimsey immediately spilling the deets on his girlfriend’s studying technique

Sands of Time

Aimsey, my love, my life, why did you flick all those levers and not kill any of the mobs

They’re all so on top of everything and calm, it’s so nice :((

Aimsey is such a good sandkeeper I could cry

I don’t feel like I’ve ever seen everyone in the middle at once in the middle of sot before, it’s nice but it’s kinda freaking me out

FOUR FOR FOUR?????? MAYHAPS?????

The panic 😭😭😭

Gay on gay crime: the tournament 😂

Meltdown

Jojo does a lil IGL-ing

False taking charge my beloved!!!

Aimsey and Jojo 😂😂😂

They’re sticking together so well! The lack of male hubris is coming through

Oh cyan swept, holy crap

That hot potato heater swap was so funny

They’re doing so well!!!

Awww rip :/

“You got this angel” Aimsey and Guqqie my beloved <333

The only two 4/4 lgbtq teams being the ones making it to dodgebolt!!! Might be calling it early but I believe <3

Battle Box

That first round was so close!!!

“Ten extra points to whoever gets Grian” False 😂

Their comms <333

THAT YELLOW V ORANGE?!???

Ranboo and Aimsey 😂😂😂

They’ve done so well start to finish, this team was insane <333

AIMSEY 14TH!!!! THATS MY STREAMER!!!!

Dodgebolt

Switching to Guqqie’s vod at their girlfriend’s insistence <333

AISMEY COMING IN SCREAMING AND HUGGING HER SO TIGHT :((( /pos

“It’s the power of gays getting us through this” so true Guqqie!!!!

GUQQIE!!!!! THEYRE KILLING IT!!!!!

Coming down to the fifth round <3

NONBINARY PEOPLE WIN THESE!!!!

YELLOW DODGEBOLT!!!!!

Shelby and Harvey hunger games finale <3333

I can’t believe my predictions were correct and yellow won!!!! /j

Great vibes, great times <333