#capitalism broke my wrist

[nikkisticki]

Faces

It's a shame my carpal tunnel restricts me to a 1-2 hours a day or I'd draw until I pass out

[fairene]

do it for you / ln4 sneak peek

established r. lando norris x f!reader

warning ⋯ language, 18++ mentioning,minors dni.

a/n ⋯ do it for you is a recent ask that i got that absolutely transitions into the lando!dad series that i've been wanting to create. of course, all of these 'oneshots' can be read separately, but can also fall into a canonical storyline. also--- holy shit!! grace isn't dead!! yes, i know!!! i'm just as shocked as you guys are. but i can feel some groove coming back, but this probably won't be posted fully until the following week. hoping to get it to about 5-6k words before posting!

wc ⋯ 720

the morning of the dutch grand prix had you biting at the corners of your fingernails with anticipation. the summer break you had spent with lando was more than you could imagine— filled with delicious foods, sunny weather, morning swims, and of course, the sex. with more free time that lando had, he was utterly obsessed with you. he worshiped the ground you walked on, and it made you feel like more than the queen you deserved to be. 

in the paddock you stood, shifting on your feet, anxiously fiddling with your purse once your fingernails sufficed. lily joined at your side, ethereal with her effortless beauty, and she nudged you with her elbow. “you look nervous,” she gave a short laugh.

you scoffed but joined in on her antics. “do i?” you certainly did. lily raised her brows to inquire further of your apparent distress. 

relenting, you couldn’t resist her. there was no reason to— you were both practically attached at the hip. ever since oscar had been signed to mclaren, the two of you were inseparable. the famous mclaren WAGs. 

your relationship with lando had been going on for two years now. sure, you’d had some rocky slopes to climb with the schedule of his career and the development of your own; that’s the thing about relationships though, isn’t it? that no matter what hill you’d have to climb, you’d find one another on the other side. the two of you wanted to make it work, so there was no obsolete universe in which you’d never find each other. 

“he needs this, lils.” you practically sighed, finally gaining the courage to look her in the eye. she looked at you with the same softness that a mother would, or a best friend that you could count on. 

“you know he’ll do well.” oh, don’t you know it. lando, whilst on vacation, never took a moment’s worth of rest. he wanted this just as much as you did for him, a second career win. it was all that you could think about the moment you stepped off the plane before him in zandvoort. it was going to happen. you had a feeling. 

and a good one at that. 

qualifying swept by in a flash. the saturday afternoon was a clean sweep for your boyfriend in the front row. you couldn’t be more proud of him. when he was finished with his interviews and taking his leave with his half removed fireguard, you launched at him.

flinging your arms around his neck, he gripped onto your waist and thighs like his life depended on it. it did. your nose found the sweat against the column of his neck, inhaling deeply. you melted into him.

lando felt the same. with his forehead burrowing into the hair on your scalp, he let out a deep breath that he’d been holding since he got out of the car. 

“missed my sweet girl,” he breathed, the sweat and perspiration heating the hairs on your head. you sighed softly, relaxing into him as he held you tighter. 

you broke away from him, setting yourself on the ground. you stood happily in front of him, rocking on your heels and playing with the hem of the black, sponser-ridden firesuit. 

“‘m so fucking proud, lan. pole? pole on the first race back?” you were in shellshock, overjoyed disbelief. 

he raised a hand to cup your face before he’d be whisked away. the bracelet on his wrist caught your eye, one that he must’ve put on once he stepped out of the car. the friendship letter bracelet read loudly to you, it letters all capitalized. 

‘daddy’

you gripped his hand, observing the ornament. you raised a brow. 

lando let out a short laugh. “like it?” 

you flushed, staring down at the small, dainty thing. it had you shifting on your feet, ideas and fantasies running wild through your pillage of a mind. “maybe.” you hummed, stroking the beads with your index finger. 

“wore it for you.” 

the statement had you standing up straight. “really now?” lando nodded. 

and before he was whisked away, he whispered into your ear, “don’t get any ideas, baby. i know that look.” 

you were rendered speechless, and by the time you managed to open your mouth, he had already left through the door.

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Bruised Like Violets

Pairing: Peeta Mellark x Reader

Synopsis: you and Peeta are reunited after he is rescued from the Capital (No hijacking)

Masterlist

You raced down the hallway the moment you were told where Peeta was being kept. It had been 8 long, painful weeks of waiting for him to he rescued and finally, you’d gotten word that he was back safely. You pushed past guards and burst into the room he was in, heart pounding when your eyes finally landed in him.

“Peeta?” Your voice came out as barely above a whisper. Peeta had his back to you but you could see just from his neck how skinny he had gotten. He slowly turned to you with a hardened grimace on his face. Once Peeta’s eyes met yours, his entire face softened. His eyes glazed over with tears and his bloodied lip tugged into a smile.

“Hi.” He said in a small voice. You didn’t know what came over you, but you threw your arms around him and kissed him for the first time in 8 weeks. Peeta immediately melted into you and kissed you back out of instinct. When you remembered that your love was just supposed to be an act and there were no cameras around for you to be performing for, you jumped back.

“Sorry.” You said and touched your lips, which were buzzing from kissing him.

“Dont be sorry. Come here.” Peeta shook his head and pulled you back towards him by tugging on your jumpsuit. He kissed you again and you felt your eyes well up with tears as you kissed him back. You wrapped your arms around his neck again and tangled them in his unkept hair to get him as close as possible.

“I missed you so much. I thought you were dead.” You whispered against his lips as your tears fell down your face.

“It’s okay. I’m here now.” He said as he wiped them with his thumbs. That’s when you caught sight of the bruises on his wrists, as if he had been tied down repeatedly against his will. You then took in the rest of him and realize he was half his weight and covered in bruises and welts all over his body.

“Oh, Peeta. What did they do to you?” You whispered and cupped his face to see his black eye better.

“It’s not as bad as it looks. Don’t worry about it.” He lied as you continued to inspect his arms.

“Don’t worry? All I’ve been able to do since they separated us was worry about you. The only reason I agreed to be the Mockingjay was because they said they’d rescue you. You’re the only thing that’s been on my mind since the arena.”

“I didn’t know I meant that much to you.” Peeta said through a cracked smile.

“You’re joking, right?” You cracked a smile back before leaning in to kiss him again. You weren’t used to kissing when there were no cameras around, but you missed him so much that you didn’t even think about it.

“I’m so glad they got you out of there. I would’ve never forgiven Haymitch if you died. Or Finnick. Or Joanna. If I lost you…” You trailed off as your eyes welled up again. Peeta shook his head and cupped your face to get you to look at him.

“You didn’t lose me. I’m right here.” He told you. You broke into a smile and pulled him into a tight hug.

“You’re real. You’re in my arms again.” You gushed as you squeezed him as tightly as you could. Your moment was interrupted by one of the nurses taping your shoulder.

“We need to bathe him and dress his wounds.” She let you know.

“Can she stay?” Peeta asked without letting go of you.

“You probably won’t want to see this.” The nurse told you as she held up some gauze and sutures. You looked over at Peeta whose big brown eyes looked scared at the thought of being left alone again. You just got him back, so there was no way you were leaving again.

“It’s okay. I’ll stay.” You said to him. The nurse gave you a look and went behind Peeta to unbutton his hospital gown. When the gown dropped, your jaw went with it. Almost every inch of his emaciated body was black and blue. You could tell he had been whipped and beaten over a long period of time. You started to cry without even realizing it but quickly wiped your tears it look brave for him.

“It’s okay. It doesn’t hurt anymore.” He assured you while the nurse started to dress his wounds.

“There’s no way that doesn’t hurt.” You whispered.

“You’re right. Hold my hand, please? So I can squeeze it.” He asked innocently. You couldn’t help but smile and took his hand to give it a big squeeze.

“Still keeping up with the lover boy act I see.” One of the nurses mentioned as the stitched something up in Peeta’s arm.

“I’ve gotten really good at it. You’d almost think it was real.” Peeta chuckled without looking at you, but it made you blush nonetheless.

“Almost.” You nodded, making Peeta look at you.

“I heard you had quite the lover girl act going yourself.” The nurse continued.

“What do you mean?” Peeta asked curiously.

“Yeah, what?” You laughed in embarrassment.

“You’re the Mockingjay. People watch you and then talk. I heard you were screaming and crying and hugging the TV every time Peeta was on. And then screaming some more at anyone who made a comment about the things Peeta was saying.”

“I was forced-“ Peeta began.

“I know. I made sure everyone knew. That wasn’t the real you that I know.” You cut him off before he could apologize. Peeta smiled fondly at you now that he knew you had been fighting for him, even when you were separated.

“It’s hard to remember the real me.” He admitted.

“I remember him. I’ll remind you.” You shrugged. Peeta smiled again, but just for a second until he was flinching from his sutures.

“It’s okay. I got you.” You squeezed his hand before kissing his knuckles. Peeta forgot about his pain momentarily and felt himself blush. You were being a lot nicer to him than anyone had been to him in a while. But even if he had been treated with nothing but kindness, any affection coming from you was enough to send a blush across his face.

“You need a haircut.” You said, pulling Peeta out of his thoughts.

“Thanks.” He chuckled and shyly ran his fingers through his hair. You felt bad for poking fun when you remembered he didn’t have any basic luxury for weeks and a haircut was probably the last thing on his mind.

“Or maybe keep it. Your curls are coming out.” You noticed and tugged on one of his blond ringlets.

“I know. I usually try to avoid that. It makes me feel like one of those white dogs they have in the Capital.”

“Hey. That sounds like someone remembers the old you.” You smiled at his remark.

“Yeah. I guess I do.” Peeta smiled in return.

“We need to bathe him now.” The nurse told you. Peeta looked around at the room full of female nurses and felt embarrassed.

“I can do it.” You said when you saw his face.

“Are you sure?” He asked you.

“I don’t mind. It’s not like I haven’t done it before.” You shrugged and thought back to bathing him in the River during the first Games.

The nurses ran Peeta a bath while you helped him limp into the bathroom. Once his bath was ready, you helped him into it and got to work cleaning him off. You started with his hair, that looked like it hadn’t been washed since well before the second Games. Peeta was quiet as you poured water over his head until the water ran clear.

“You don’t have to do this.” He said quietly as you gently cleaned his skin.

“Yes I do. You’d do it for me, wouldn’t you?”

“I would.” Peeta admitted before a comfortable silence settled between you. You’d been on the brink of death together and forced to feign a romance in front of the whole world, but this moment felt far more intimate than anything you’d done so far.

“This reminds me of the cave.” Peeta said after a minute.

“You remember the cave?”

“I remember every second. You took care of me. Just like this.”

“It’s what we do.” You shrugged and kept cleaning.

“When have I ever taken care of you?” He laughed sadly and looked up at you.

“You’ve taken care of me plenty of times. I usually take care of your body. You take care of my mind.”

“I guess we make a good team that way.” Peeta smiled shyly.

“We do. And that’s why we’re never getting separated again.”

“You can’t promise that.”

“I know. But I can do my best to never let you out of my sight again.”

“I’ll do the same.” Peeta promised and looked up at you again. You cupped his chin and leaned down to kiss his nose, feeling his wet eyelashes brush against you as he closed his eye s

“Good. Now let’s get you dried off and I’ll show you to the dining hall.”

After helping Peeta get dressed, you linked your arm through his and guided him towards the dining hall. All eyes were on him as you got a tray and got on like. Some people thought he was dead while others thought he was a traitor for the things Snow had forced him to say on TV. But most people saw him as a hero and gave him warm smiles as they passed.

“Everyone is looking at me.” He whispered in your ear.

“They’re probably just excited to meet you after all the stories I told about you.” You shrugged and loaded up yours and Peeta’s plate with bread and soup.

“Yeah? Like what?” He smirked and looked at you.

“Like how loud you were in the woods when I was trying to quietly make it to the Cornucopia.” You teased him. Peeta rolled his eyes at you and wrapped an arm around your waist to keep himself balanced as you walked to a table.

“Hey Peeta. Nice to see you back.” Someone you didn’t recognize smiled at Peeta and patted his shoulder as he passed.

“See? They love you here. Because they know I love you and I’m basically a celebrity around here so they have to like what I like.” You whispered to him ad you sat down together across from Annie, and Finnick.

“Did you just say you love me?” Peeta pretended to gasp. You scrunched your nose and shoved a strawberry in his mouth to shut him up. You and Peeta noticed at the same time that Annie and Finnick were fully engaged in a makeout session now that they had been reunited. You gulped while Peter blushed and you made quick eye contact with each other. You didn’t really know the nature of your relationship at this point. There were no cameras to fake it for but being without him for 8 weeks made you realize you hadn’t faked a single thing.

“Of course I love you. You’re my husband, aren’t you?” You said after a minute to ease the tension. Peeta smile and took your hand to jokingly kiss your ring finger.

“That’s right. How could I forget we’re married.” Peeta humored you and squeezed your hand. Gale cleared his throat and the two of you finally realized he had sat down. Gale was eating his soup while staring daggers at Peeta, who looked uncomfortable.

“Aren’t you gonna say hello?” You calmly asked Gale.

“Hey, Peeta.” Gale grunted.

“Hi Gale. Thanks for helping to get me out of there.” Peeta said politely.

“No problem.” Gale muttered and looked away. Peeta’s hands had been bandaged after his bath so you got some of his soup on his spoon and held it up to his lips.

“Open.” You instructed. Peeta opened his mouth to accept the soup and swallowed it while you ripped up some bread for him. You put that in his mouth as well before giving him a glass of water. Peeta happily ate his food and smile at you in appreciation.

“Seriously?” Gale laughed meanly.

“What?” You wondered.

“You two. Do you really have to feed him?”

“I don’t have to. I want to. I missed him.” You shrugged and turned away from Gale to continue feeding Peeta.

“That doesn’t mean you have to feed him. He’s not a baby.” Gale said as if Peeta wasn’t right there.

“It’s okay. I can do it.” Peeta said and took the spoon from you. His hands shook as he dipped the spoon into his soup and it got worse as he tried to bring it to his mouth. By the time the spoon reached his lips, there was nothing left on it. You shot Gale an angry look for making Peeta feel like he had something to prove before taking the spoon again.

“I’ll do it. You fed me once.” You said and gave Peeta another bite.

“But this isn’t the first time you’ve fed me. I owe you one now.” Peeta said with a smile.

“Don’t worry about me. I have no problems stuffing my face.”

“It’s true. I’ve seen it.” Gale chimed in to remind Peeta that while he had been gone, Gale had been right there with you.

“It’s not very attractive.” You told Peeta.

“I’m sure anything you do is attractive.” Peeta replied, making you smile.

“Y/n, you left your shirt in my room last night.” Gale said, making everyone at the table look at him. Peeta frowned sadly and looked at you, expecting you to admit that you and Gale had been seeing in each other in a new way in Peeta’s absence.

“Oh. Thanks. I can grab it later.” You told Gale. Gale looked at Peeta and smirked, confirming Peeta’s worst fears.

“You were in his room last night?” Peeta asked quietly and looked at you.

“Gales been on the frontlines a lot and he’s been showing me some things he learned in training. One of them was how to make a tourniquet out of a shirt. I wanted to learn because if I had made yours properly during the first Games, you would’ve have lost your leg.” You said with a guilty look in your eyes.

“Hey, that tourniquet saved my life. I would’ve lost a lot more than my leg if you hadn’t made it. Don’t blame yourself.” Peeta said as he put his hand on top of yours. Gale looked between the two of you with jealousy brewing before speaking up again.

“I think I’m gonna skip training today. I’m still tired from how late we were up last night.” Gale added. You caught on to what Gale as trying it do and turned to a very jealous looking Peeta.

“We were up late discussing the menu for Haymitchs birthday dinner. It’s coming up soon and we wanted to hunt to have something special for him.” You explained.

“That’s nice. Maybe I can bake something for him.” Peeta offered.

“We have enough food planned.” Gale said, making Peeta’s smile fall.

“We can never have enough food.” You insisted. “I’m sure Haymitch would love it.”

“Do you think they’d let me in the kitchen?” Peeta chuckled and nodded towards the kitchen.

“If I ask them to, they would. I don’t mean to brag, but I get anything I ask for around here. It’s the perks of being the face of their revolution.”

“What have you asked for so far?” Peeta wondered.

“Just you. And now I have it so I need to think of some other things to ask for. Like getting you some baking time.” You smiled sweetly at him and touched his shoulder. You wanted Peeta to have some time to bake to remind himself of who he was. Peeta put his hand over yours and smiled in appreciation.

“You know there’s no cameras around here, right?” Gale said, taking your attention away from each other.

“We know.” You laughed in annoyance.

“So what’s with the act?” Gale asked, making Peeta gulp. He looked at you curiously, also wondering if your kindness towards him was part of the act.

“There is no act. You haven’t been through what we’ve been through. We missed each other. Let us reunite in peace.” You said simply as you kept your hand on Peeta. Peeta smiled in content and rested his head on your shoulder.

“So are you guys dating now? For real?” Finnick came up for air long enough to ask. You felt Peeta tense up on your shoulder and lifted his head to look at you. He was wondering the exact same thing, but didn’t know how to voice it. Things had been different between you before you were separated and the way you were acting Joe only made Peeta further believe that your feelings had shifted into something real.

“Can everyone leave us alone? What’s with all the questions?” You laughed awkwardly and took a bite of your bread. Finnick chuckled and held up his hands in defense while Gale gave Peeta the death glare. Peeta gave Gale a simple shrug before putting his head back down on your shoulder. You heard him yawn and looked down at him.

“Tired?”

“Exhausted.” He nodded with his eyes shut.

“Me too. Let’s get some sleep.”

You said goodbye to Finnick and Annie before taking Peeta’s arm to lead him out of the dinning hall. You brought him to the hallway where the bedrooms were and led him to the room you’d been staying it.

“My roommate is Prim but she has the night shift in the medical wing tonight.” You told him. You turned around and saw Peeta by your door, looking longingly at your bed. It had probably been a long time since he had somewhere soft to rest his head and a bed had never looked so inviting.

“They said they set up a room for me-“

You cut him off by rushing into his arms and holding him tight. Peeta stumbled back a little before hugging you back and resting his cheek against your head.

“Stay.” You whispered against his chest.

“Always.” Peeta said automatically. You hugged him for a few moments longer before climbing into bed. Peeta climbed in after you and lifted his arm so thta you could lay your head over his heart. Peeta wrapped an arm around you and you held his hand to he as close as possible.

“Can you believe how Gale was acting back there? He’s so different now. I feel like I don’t know him anymore.” You said to fill the silence that had settled.

“I think he’s mad that I was with you in the Games and he wasn’t.” Peeta replied.

“I don’t understand him. Why would anyone wish what we went though for themselves?”

“I don’t think he’s thinking about it like that. I think he’s just embarrassed that some other guy was kissing you on TV for everyone to see. And then winning the Games with you. And going on a victory tour with you. Twice. I mean, the whole entire world was rooting for us to be in love. He had to watch our fake engagement, wedding and pregnancy. I can’t imagine how that felt for him.”

“Why would he care? It’s not like I was his girlfriend.” You reminded Peeta.

“But he had feelings for you. Anyone can see it. That’s why he hates me.” Peeta said with a soft chuckle. You frowned in the darkness and tilted your chin to look up at Peeta.

“He has to get over that, then.” You shrugged. “It’s not my or your problem that he had feelings for me. He doesn’t get to be mean to you just because he wants my relationship with him to be like my relationship with you.”

Peeta was quiet for a while after that. The only sound in the room was coming from the sounds of your breathing.

“What are you thinking about?” You asked as you looked up at him again.

“Nothing.” He chuckled.

“Tell me.” You urged and shook him a little. Peeta let out another soft chuckle and looked down at you.

“If it were me, I would hate whatever guy was on TV kissing you too.” He admitted. A smile tugged at your lips as you propped yourself up on your elbow.

“We’re not on TV now, are we?” You asked him. Peeta sat up as well so that you were at the same level.

“I don’t think so.” He smiled shyly as he shook his head. Peeta looked into your eyes with his big brown ones before letting his gaze drop to your lips.

“And yet, you’re the only boy I want to kiss.” You said quietly. Peeta jutted his head back a little in surprise before leaning towards you. His eyes slowly shut and yours did the same as you met in a soft kiss. The kiss slowly became heated and you were soon in his lap with his hands up your shirt.

“We can take it slow. I know you’ve been through a lot.” You whispered against his lips.

“I don’t need slow. I just need you.” Peeta shook his head before kissing you again.

“I want to be with you. For real this time. Not pretend.” You said between kisses.

“Real?” Peeta smiled hopefully as he looked into your eyes. You nodded your head and replied before pulling him into a kiss again.

“Real.”

[srgntjamesbuckybarnes]

Hey, I was wondering if your asks were open? If so, could it be possible to get bucky x reader oneshot or something with a reader who sprained/broke their wrist pretty bad? I sprained my wrist pretty bad and need a little something to cheer me up.

Doctor's Order (1)

Summary: Y/N sprains her wrist; Bucky is the only Avenger to understand.

Rating: Everyone

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 800+

A/N: Not Beta’d. To the person who requested this, get well soon!

Part 1

“It’s not that bad.”

“It happens to everyone.”

Those were the phrases used by the Avengers to console Y/N. It was ironic coming from the enhanced bunch. To an ordinary person, it was that bad and it didn’t happen to everyone. Especially not to the overly experienced enhanced Avengers telling her otherwise.

Who would have thought that bracing a fall could seal someone’s fate for months. Bedridden on a grade 3 wrist sprain wasn’t ideal but it was necessary. Y/N had been restless, eager to use both hands again, to feel normal again. Instead, Y/N’s wrist was bandaged lying limply at her side.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Sighing, Y/N used her free hand to mute the television. Her day had been filled with non-stop visits from the Avengers but none of them understood. They couldn’t understand something they hadn’t experienced. She’d rather be left alone. Attempting to push herself up, a lightning bolt of pain shot through her wrist and Y/N was once again reminded of the helplessness she felt.

No sooner than the yelp escaped Y/N’s lips did the door open.

Clutching her wrist to her chest, Y/N whispered, “Please just leave me alone. You don’t know how it feels-” Her voice caught in her throat when her eyes met concerned cerulean orbs. If anyone knew what she was feeling, it was Bucky Barnes.

Slipping through the crack in the door, Bucky crossed the bedroom with a yellow smiley face floating above him.

“It's from the team,” Bucky announced awkwardly, tying the balloon to the bedpost.

“Oh.”

Before Y/N could thank him, his cool Vibranium palm pressed into the center of her back helping her sit up. His flesh hand shoved a pillow behind her to prop her up.

“Thank you,” Y/N muttered. “You didn’t have to do that. I could have leaned on my good arm.”

Bucky stepped back, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jeans. “I know, but you don’t have to do it all by yourself.”

Y/N gnawed at her bottom lip. Guilt swirled in the pit of her stomach. She hadn’t expected Bucky to be the one to walk through the door.  “Listen Bucky, what I said-”

Bucky shrugged. “You don’t have to explain. I get it. The team means well.” Bucky’s eyes suddenly lit up, then he pulled a card from his back pocket. “It’s not much but,” he trailed off with the card extended between his Vibranium fingers. His face scrunched up as his flesh palm slapped the center of his forehead. His fingers made quick work of removing the card from the envelope. “Sorry about that,” he mumbled, handing her the card.

Y/N chuckled at his awkwardness. Staring at the front of the card, Y/N smiled at the happy face with the words “Get Well Soon!” printed across it to match the balloon. Written in black ink and all capital letters was the word “You” followed by an arrow pointed to the smiley face. Y/N didn’t need to ask who wrote it. Y/N didn’t understand it, but Bucky always wrote in all caps.

Bucky rubbed the back of his neck gauging her reaction as she one handedly opened the card. 

The bottom read, “IN MY OUR HEARTS,” followed by a bunch of the Avengers names. Each name was written in all upper-case letters. Rather than calling Bucky out on signing the Avenger’s names, she thanked him.

“You should elevate your arm, keep the swelling down.”

 “Thank you, Doctor Barnes,” She mocked.

The super-soldier grinned. “I’ll just let you get back to,” he waved a hand toward the television, “whatever that is. Let me know if you need anything.”

Before Bucky could reach the door, Y/N called out, “Wait.” Bucky turned around. “I could use some company,” she said sheepishly, patting the side of her bed.

Bucky blushed. He raced toward the bed like a dog finally allowed on the furniture. Kicking off his boots, he sat cross legged beside her. His hands respectfully on his knees. Y/N unmuted the TV allowing foreign voices to fill the space. The silence between them was comfortable.

Glancing at the smiley face bobbing at the end of the bed then to Bucky’s upturned palm, she extended her injured wrist lacing her fingers with his. Startled, Bucky’s head snapped over his shoulder to look back at her. She was smiling. The corners of his lips twitched upward. “What are you doin’?”

Averting her eyes back to the screen, she shrugged. “Elevating my wrist.”

The cool contrast of his Vibranium arm acted as ice providing her instant relief but she would never admit it.

Bucky smirked, his Vibranium thumb running feather light circles over her bandage. “Just what the doctor ordered.”

Next Part

[pygmi-cygni]

Skincare - Blue Jones

(I can't keep using gifs on my fics because I end up just staring at them for hours)

mentions of acne, allusions to assault but is not explicit and nothing happens, reader is female. fluff? hurt/comfort? idk the weird softness that Blue exudes while also being an oily bastard?

It felt good to wash away the layers of makeup and grease and other men. As a young girl, before coming to Blue's, you'd struggled with oily skin. Throughout your months at the club, you'd snitched and pilfered sample-size creams from the studio bags.

They were the only personal possessions you had.

You grabbed your secret stash and tiptoed out of the room, dashing into the bathroom and quietly locking the door. You couldn't turn the lights on, but you could flick on a lighter. It was Sweet Pea's; green and shimmery. A cheap thing but it would do.

Spine tingling with anxiety, you turned on the tap just enough to let a trickle of water out, but not enough to make a sound. As soon as the cool water touched your flushed cheeks, you sighed.

It felt fucking great.

Quickly you washed off the first layer, stripped your lashes and scrubbed the glitter and rhinestones from your cheeks. The foundation and eyeshadow was set like plaster, and you squeezed a small dollop of cleanser into your palm.

It was soothing. A calm routine done in the quiet solitude of your dressing room. You never had time alone, even in bed. Seven girls to a room didn't allow for private time.

Curfew had passed quite a while ago. Usually you didn't go out late, but Tiffany took so fucking long taking out her bobby pins that you had no choice.

The pleasant smell of vanilla softened the tension in your shoulders. The anxiety of breaking the rules was fading.

Creak.

The comb in your hands dropped into the sink, making you shriek. Clapping a hand over your mouth, you muffled a sob.

"Don't stop on my account."

The roar of blood in your ears was deafening. Panic flared through every nerve ending, filling your veins with fire and your heart galloping.

You should have waited. You should have been patient and waited till midnight when he went to bed and now you were thoroughly Fucked with a capital F.

A tiny whimper left your lips, face still frozen in terror. A snicker came out of the dark.

Where was he? How had you not noticed a grown man in the bathroom?

Blue was slouched against the wall, shirt unbuttoned and tie hung haphazardly around his neck. He'd clearly been there a while. Why hadn't he said anything?

Your reflection was statuesque. Amused, Blue pushed himself to his feet and rolled his shoulders. The lazy smirk that made oily contempt ooze down your back was shadowed in the flickering light. His beady eyes roved over you, a frown twisting his lips.

"I thought I told you to continue," he said, eyebrow peaked in a challenge.

You fought through waves of fear to slowly pick up the comb and swallow, still making eye contact in the mirror. No gun was in his holster, and he didn't carry knives. Still, he was a man who could hurt you. Best to do what he says.

The soft shff shff of your hair was the only sound over your thudding heart. The tiny vial of oil shook in your grasp as you dabbed it on your scalp.

"What's that?"

His soft but firm voice broke the tense silence again. Words stuck in your throat. This was wrong this was so bad oh my god-

"O-oil," you stammered, voice bare above a whisper. "It helps my hair grow."

Blue made no acknowledgement of your voice, still enraptured with your movements. Assuming the coast was clear, you brought the brush back to your locks and continued the long, methodical strokes.

In an instant, his hand was at your wrist. You eeped and flinched away. The trap had snapped shut over you, and you didn't have any sharp objects in sight. your nightgown was too short and you didn't have a knife and his hands were large and strong and there was nobody to hear you and and and

"Let me do it," he murmured, kohl-lined eyes glittering with something dangerous. You had no choice but to loosen your grip on the brush, hands sweating profusely. He dropped your wrist and you hugged it to your chest, folding in half as a last measure of protection.

"Stop flinching," he huffed, "I'm not gonna hurt you. It'd be fuckin stupid, seeing as I'd lose the money."

The reassurance meant nothing, as you'd seen him kiss a girl on the mouth before cracking his palm across her cheek. It felt like being a lamb lead to slaughter.

He paused, brush held over your scalp. He'd been watching your entire process, but he wasn't sure where to start.

"Start in the middle," you whispered, shakily gesturing to your hair. "Go d-downwards."

Blue tentatively placed his hand over your head and dragged the brush downwards. You held back a twitch when he tugged at a knot. don't move don't move fuck fuck don't move

His pinky ring was cold against your cheek as he held your chin in place. The brush ran through the same spot again and again, making your shiver. Blue paused again, observing you. He ran his hand down the length of your waves, feeling the smoothness.

"That's good," you said, daring to meet his eyes. He tossed you an impatient glance and continued petting.

"I know how to brush your goddamn hair." The familiar biting tone was back, and your ears burned. Blue's brow was set in concentration, slowly making his way around your head. He was, truthfully, pretty good at it. Not that it was hard, but you were relieved he hadn't tried to rip off your scalp.

His other hand kept softly stroking your hair, running the ends through his fingers.

"Soft," he grunted, almost to himself. "Why's it not like this while you're working?"

"The hairspray makes it sticky."

He inclined his chin. The brush had stopped, and both hands were buried in your hair. The oil had softened it considerably, and he was utterly absorbed in the silkiness.

It felt...nice. His hands, usually mid-slap, were gentle and soothing. You'd stopped questioning why he was being kind or why he was even in the room.

Sweet Pea's lighter was running out of fluid. Your eyes were heavy and you needed to go to bed.

"Why...why were you in here?" you asked around a yawn. Sleepiness had removed any reserved fear and loosened your tongue.

"If you need to know," he said airily, "I needed my cock sucked and there were a few girls in here already. Took a while getting up, not like it's your business."

That snapped you back to reality and you lurched away, heartbeat going from zero to sixty. Blue tsked.

"I told you to stop fuckin' moving, I'm not done yet." His hands were traveling over your face and neck. The cleansers had left your cheeks dewy and shining. He spent a notable amount of time tracing the pink pocks around your chin.

"What's this?"

You didn't want to look at him. "Acne," you mumbled. "It's not bad though, you can't see it onstage," you rushed to add, trying to cover up the crime. Any imperfections onstage were unacceptable.

He looked at you shrewdly. "Does it hurt?"

"No."

"Hm." He stroked your cheek, eyes lidded. You noticed he still had his makeup up; the shimmery liner caked on his waterline.

"Blue," you whispered, "do...do you want to take your makeup off?"

He froze and stared at you. Your eyes were wide, timid. Had you overstepped? He was fine a second ago-

"I...I don't know how," he responded stiffly. You swallowed the lump in your throat.

"I can show you."

At your urging, he took a seat on the counter, brow twitching as he tried to get comfortable. You pulled up a rickety chair and stood on it. "I need to wipe off the thick stuff first," you warned, gently taking his chin in your hand.

Blue was like a puppy as soon as your fingertips brushed his skin. You wondered if he'd ever been touched outside of sex. He craved it - shifting towards you until his thighs brushed yours. Blue leaned into your palm, eyes closed and lips slack. You turned his head left and right and he didn't move, almost melting forward spinelessly. As an experiment, you rubbed your thumb over his cheek.

He sighed, eyes glazing over. A flush had covered his cheeks, rosy like a little boy's.

His brown eyes were hazy. Long, dark lashes fanned on his cheek, and for a moment, he looked like a normal man. Skin clear, brow smooth. Not so scary.

You quietly explained the process, rubbing an oil into his pores before massaging a foamy substance around his nose and mouth. He liked that part, mustache twitching at the ticklish sensation.

It was weird to be in control. Here was the product of your nightmares, preening into your touch like a kitten. You drew it out, admiring his soft gaze and slight smile. His skin was soft but stubbly where he needed to shave.

"All done," you whispered, lowering yourself from the chair.

Blue sat, quietly, unaware you'd moved. You watched him amusedly, blinking sleepily at the dark room.

Until his eyes fluttered awake and he frowned. uh oh.

"More," he snapped, grabbing your hand and bringing it to his cheek. Surprised, you tripped, and he dragged you onto his lap. His faint musk mixed with the light florals of your products and you inhaled deeply. He smelled nice.

You resumed stroking his face, bringing another hand up to pet his hair. Pleased, Blue settled again. He was like a cat, you realized fondly. A big, fussy cat.

A warm, calm silence blanketed you both. The lighter had gone out and the room was engulfed in darkness. Blue tensed - was he scared of the dark? - and you hummed into his shoulder. The soft vibration soothed him. His skin was warm and soft. You slowly removed your hands from his hair and murmured reassurances when he huffed in dissent. Your hands found his and pulled the rings off of his fingers.

Blue grunted, retracting from your grip.

'It's okay, I won't take them," you whispered, squeezing his hand gently. After a moment, he relented, and you massaged his empty hands. His palms were calloused and gritty from work. Your smaller ones traced the veins on the back of his hand.

Your cheek was pressed against his sternum, and a weight dropped on your shoulder. His head, you assumed, finally overcome with exhaustion. You were, essentially, trapped, tucked in his lap with your back to the door and his legs folded around you. It was...not the most comfortable, but you prevailed.

Your fingers laced with his and you pressed your nose into his shirt, inhaling deeply. It was nice to be held. Without the expectation of something else, or the assumption that it was all for cash. Just...existing, in a quiet little room where nothing but the beat of your hearts could be heard.

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Bold

Paz Vizsla x fem!reader (no use of y/n) Word count-4.5k

Summary- Paz saves your life when the pirates attack Nevarro. And then you find out he likes it when you’re bold...

Warnings- 18+ ONLY minors do not interact, takes places on Nevarro during "The Pirate," protective!Paz, mutual pining, smut, handjob, fingering, breast play, oral (f receiving), cumplay, size kink, competency kink, praise kink, squirting, creampie, multiple orgasms, "good girl" Notes- This one is dedicated to the Paz girlies. This started as more towards the action and protectiveness and then I had the idea to add the smut and I ended up spending more time on that lol! Enjoy! @flightlessangelwings-updates​ is my update blog to also follow and turn on post notifications to stay up to date on when I post!

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You let out a deep sigh as you scanned the rubble that was once the capital city of Nevarro. You and the others counted yourselves lucky to be alive, but nerves still pulsed through your veins that you had just been through. As you helped the others clean up the mess and start to rebuild your homes, you relived the past day in your head. But it was the liberation and the rescue of your home that stuck with you the most.

It all happened so fast. The Nevarro sky rained with blaster fire as ships poured out of the large pirate vessel that descended on the city. You tried to run, but the pirates grabbed you and a few others and held you hostage, forcing you all to act as their bartenders as they enjoyed their victory over your largely defenseless city.

But just as you felt the feeling of despair threaten to overtake you, a light in the atmosphere brought hope. Ships carrying Mandalorians swept through the city and they easily took out the pirates. The other trapped girls quickly ran for cover, but one of the pirates grabbed you before you could join them.

“You’re coming with me, pretty girl,” he sneered at you. 

You screamed as you tried to break free, but it wasn’t until a blast hit his face that he finally let you go. A gasp escaped your lips as the biggest man you had ever seen decked out completely in blue armor grabbed you by the wrist and told you in an urgent tone, “Stay behind me. I’ve got you.”

You didn’t want to leave his side even for a moment, and you easily complied with his order. Not wanting to be a burden, you grabbed a blaster from the fallen pirate and shot as whoever you could from the safety of your Mandalorian shield. He protected you throughout the blaster fire until the dust settled and the last pirate was taken down. Even when your two groups of people met and your leaders came to an agreement to share the land of Nevarro, you stayed close to him. 

As the conversation came to an end, and yours and his people broke off to go their own ways, you let out a heavy sigh of relief, “Thank you,” your voice was just a whisper but you were sure he heard you, “You saved my life back there.” After a beat, you gave him your name.

The large blue Mandalorian turned to you slowly and gave you a nod, “You held your own back there well,” his smooth, low voice sent a shiver up your spine as he took your hand. He raised your arm up to the bottom edge of his helmet as he tapped the back of your hand to it. “Paz,” he gave you his name shortly before he let go of your hand and went to join his people.

You stood dumbfounded for several moments just cradling your hand as if you felt his lips against your skin. It wasn’t until your friends called your name and ran up to you, engulfing you in warm embraces that you let go of your breath and were brought back to the present. 

*

The citizens of Nevarro all decided to camp out together that first night and get to work rebuilding the city the next day. You spent the morning helping some others clean out the school before you decided to walk to the further edge of the city and see how bad the damage was to your home. Living closer to the outskirts, you hoped that the little neighborhood where your house sat in a row of other dwellings wasn’t hit too badly.

“Thank the Maker,” you let out a sigh of relief when you turned the corner and saw all the buildings still sood mostly intact. But you scrunched your brows when you saw that a large piece of rubble completely blocked your front door. “Ok…” you breathed as you stretched and tried to work yourself up and muster the energy to move it.

But as hard as you pushed and as much as you strained, the piece of rubble just would not budge. 

“Shit,” you cursed under your breath as you tried again, lunging at the stubborn rock. Maybe you thought that you could catch it by surprise and it would move.

Then suddenly it did move.

You yelped as the heavy boulder slowly slid away from you and you almost tripped over yourself when it lifted off the ground and moved to the side. Finding your footing, you looked up from the ground and saw the familiar blue Mandalorian grunting as he used every ounce of his strength to move the boulder out of your way.

“Paz!” you breathed in relief as you watched him set the rubble down out of the way of your front door. Even if you had wanted to, you couldn’t hide the way your face lit up when you saw him again.

“A valiant effort,” Paz tilted his head to the side as he looked you up and down, “But I think that was too big for you to move on your own.”

You bit your lip as you fiddled with your fingers, “Well good thing I have a Mandalorian that seems to find me at just the right time.” 

A short huff escaped his lips and you wondered if he hid a smirk underneath that helmet. You were sure you imagined it, but you thought you saw his gaze subtly drift down along your figure, as if he studied every inch of you, every curve of your body. It made your skin tingle and heat up as you snuck a glance at his imposing figure whenever you could. You only hoped he didn’t catch your wandering eyes. 

If he noticed, Paz didn’t mention it and he redirected your thoughts when he spoke again, “Your door is damaged,” he seemed to force himself to concentrate on anything but you as he turned his attention to your front door. He ran his gloved hand up and down the doorframe and you couldn’t help but wonder what his hand would feel like if he touched you like that. Again, though, his voice brought you back to reality, “I can fix it for you,” Paz said plainly before he pulled out a tool from his pack and made quick work of your front door.

The world felt like it spun around you as you watched the big, strong Mandalorian fix the front of your house like it was nothing. Just like he lifted that boulder like it was nothing. Thankfully, the damage wasn’t too bad, but you found that you couldn’t take your eyes off of him. The way he was able to move the boulder that blocked your way, the way he easily shot down the pirates and kept you safe the day before, the way he competently fixed your door… you were a goner before you even realized it.

“Done,” Paz huffed as he straightened his posture and pushed your door open.

Your eyes went wide as your gaze trailed from his armored silhouette to the inside of your home. Paz stood to the side as you carefully stepped inside, your breath trapped in your chest as you anticipated the worst. But, you let out a deep sigh of relief when the inside was completely intact. Only some things scattered the floor that had fallen from the tables and shelves when the city was attacked, but otherwise, the damage was minimal. 

“You got lucky here,” Paz moved to stand at your side, closing the door behind him, “Your home seems to have escaped the damage,” he turned to you as your gaze stayed forward. His hand clenched and unclenched as he longed to reach out to you like he did the way before. Even from the moment he first saw you, Paz felt an instant pull towards you. Nothing like this had ever happened to him before, and when he saw the way you fought back against the clutches of that pirate, he felt compelled to protect you. 

Unaware of Paz’s inner turmoil, you let out another deep sigh as you met his vizor. Your heart pounded in your chest as you felt his gaze on you, even if you couldn’t see it. You had no idea where it came from, but your next words caught even you off guard, “It’s not the first time I got lucky… Maybe it won’t be the last…” your tone dropped as you made your intentions obvious to him.

As he stared at you, you instantly regretted your words and you dropped your gaze and turned away from him, “I’m sorry,” you blurted out, “That was bold… I don’t want to cross a line…”

But your rambles of embarrassment were cut off when a gloved hand gently cupped your chin and guided you to look back at him, “No,” Paz’s voice was soft as his tone matched your low one, “I like boldness,” he growled as his grip on your chin tightened slightly.

The tension in the room was palpable as you both stared at each other. Nerves made your skin tingle and your breath tremble, yet the way Paz held your chin brought comfort to you. Finding your bravery, you broke the silence, “The bedroom is back this way.”

“Lead the way,” Paz replied in a low tone as his thumb brushed across your face.

You stepped backwards, knowing your home by heart, so you didn’t have to look away from Paz as you slid your hand in his. He immediately wrapped his fingers around yours as he caressed your side with his free hand. Paz’s grip landed on your hip and he used the leverage to yank you up against his armored chest.

A gasp escaped your lips as you found yourself flushed against his broad body, and your hand landed on the cool plate of his armor. You felt weightless as you took tiny steps back into your bedroom while Paz hands his hands up and down your body. After repeating the motion a few times, he grabbed your shirt and held still, the fabric balled in his fist as his gaze bore into you through the vizor.

“Do it,” you breathed, knowing exactly what he asked without the words needed, “I want this.”

Paz let out a low growl as he made quick work of your clothes. With every step towards your bed he exposed another sliver of your skin until you were completely bare by the time your legs hit the bed. He grunted as he pushed you backwards so that you landed on your mattress, and he was mesmerized by the way your breasts bounced when you did. 

“Beautiful…” Paz groaned as he looked you up and down, this time less subtly.

You laid out on your back completely exposed to him. And Paz couldn’t help but notice the glisten between your parted legs as you anticipated his next move. His gaze ran up your body as he leaned forward, memorizing every dip and curve of your figure until he got you your face and noticed the glazed over expression in your eyes and the way your lips were parted.

Feeling nervous under Paz’s strong gaze, you suddenly became very aware that you were naked and he remained fully covered. Swallowing hard, you whispered, “Can I see your hands?” Your eyes fluttered up to meet his vizor as he hovered over you.

Paz said nothing, and only tilted his helmet to the side slightly.

Somehow, you knew exactly what the gesture meant and you rephrased in a stronger voice, “I want to see your hands.” 

“Good girl,” Paz groaned. 

He stayed hovering over you even as he lifted himself up to slowly remove his gloves. Paz took pleasure in the way your breath trembled and your body shook in anticipation. He teased you as he slowly took one glove off, one finger at a time. And it didn’t go unnoticed when you gasped at the first glimpse of skin or the way you licked your lips when you noticed how thick his fingers were.

But then your next words took you both by surprise, “And your cock.”

Paz stilled, his hands bare for you as he hovered over you between your parted legs. But, he did like the boldness in your request… command… and Paz felt himself stiffen in his pants. With a growl, he complied, and his bare hands quickly freed his cock for you.

“Fuck…” you breathed when you saw how big he was. 

Moving before you could stop yourself, you reached out for him and wrapped your hand around his cock. Paz leaned forward more, planting his hands on either side of you as you gave his length a soft squeeze. You glanced up for a moment, and when you felt his energy flow through your body, your eyes drifted back down between your bodies as you pumped his cock.

Paz growled your name as he tilted his head forward so that his helmet rested against your forehead. He felt cool against your heated skin, and when he rocked his hips in time with your hand, you worked him faster, squeezing all the spots that made him groan more. Heat rose in the room as you pumped him as he covered your body with his own, and you let out a soft moan when Paz growled your name.

“If you don’t stop now…” Paz grunted, “I’m going to cum all over you…”

You looked up from where his cock captivated your attention to meet Paz’s vizor. A challenge glistened in your eyes as you gave him a slight smirk and pumped him faster in response. A low curse hissed out of Paz’s lips as he thrust his hips into your hand more. Grunts and whimpers filled the room as Paz felt his climax hit him before he could give you any warning. A gasp escaped your throat as he came hard, splashing his seed all over your stomach, but you kept going until Paz grabbed your wrist and yanked you off of him.

Heavy breaths filled the space between your bodies as you and Paz stared at each other for several moments. Your wrist stayed in his grip as you were content to be held by him. And for a moment, you swore you saw a glimpse of his eyes behind the darkness of the vizor…

But that moment quickly vanished when Paz let go of your wrists to grab onto your breasts firmly. You dropped your head onto the mattress as you let out a loud scream as he squeezed and fondled your breasts. His rough fingers pinched your nipples as he kneaded the soft flesh and savored every little sound of pleasure you made under his touch. 

“You look so beautiful with my cum on you,” Paz groaned as he gave your breasts another firm squeeze. 

“Paz…” you panted as your eyes fluttered closed. 

He ran his hands down the sides of your body, careful to leave the evidence of his release on your skin. When he reached your thighs, Paz grabbed your legs and parted them more, and his breath hitched in his throat when he saw how your pussy glistened. 

“So wet for me already, mesh’la,” Paz growled as he scooped just a little bit of his seed and trailed it down the mound of your public bone, “But I need to prepare you for my cock…”

“Please Paz,” you begged as you shifted to make yourself comfortable, “I need you… Don’t make me wait.”

“Shhh,” he cooed as he parted your lower lips, “Patience, mesh’la… I’ve got you.” 

Your heart skipped a beat as he repeated his first words to you, only this time they held even more meaning, “I trust you,” you whispered your reply as you relaxed your body under his expert touch. Vaguely, you wondered what that nickname meant, but just by the way he said it with fondness was enough to make your heart flutter. 

But any thought you might have had vanished from your mind as Paz coated his finger with his seed and pushed into your pussy. You clutched at the sheets as his thick digit entered you inch by delicious inch. Paz groaned as he watched his cum-coated finger disappear inside you and your warmth engulfed him. His cock already started to stiffen again as he slowly reeled back and thrust his finger fully into you again.

“Paz!” you cried out as he repeated the motion again and again, “Another finger… Please…”

He growled your name as he complied with your request… demand. You felt so good around his fingers and he felt your wet tightness grip him hard as he crooked his fingers up and hit your sweet spot with precision. You bucked your hips and screamed loudly as you felt like you would fly off of the bed.

“Oh fuck…” you cried out as Paz hit your sweet spot over and over again ad he thrust his fingers harder and faster.

“Show me how beautiful you are when you cum,” Paz growled as he watched you fall apart with intense satisfaction. His cock screamed at him, but he ignored it in favor of pleasuring you.

It didn’t take long for Paz to get what he wanted and you came with a loud scream. Your legs trembled on either side of him as you rode out your climax on his fingers as Paz savored the way your mouth dropped open to allow the beautiful sounds to flow freely. When you were spent, you flopped down limp on the bed and Paz stayed still inside you for a few moments as he watched your breasts rise and fall.

Carefully, paz pulled his fingers out, and he caressed your body with his free hand when you let out a soft whimper. You kept your eyes closed as you spread yourself for him in a wordless invitation… but Paz had other plans for you.

“Turn over, mesh’la,” he ordered softly.

You blinked your eyes open and were met with his armored figure, just his hands and cock out for you. You gasped as you felt a fresh wave of need crash through you at the way he looked at you with fondness, even through the helmet. You flashed him a grin as you eagerly complied.

Feeling flirtatious, you wiggled your ass a little as you positioned yourself on your hands and knees. Any embarrassment was gone after you both came for each other once, and all that was felt in between the two of you was need and desire.

“Put your face down,” Paz said, “Keep your eyes covered.”

That caught you off guard and the nerves rushed back. But, you did as you were told with a meek, “Yes.” You leaned forward, burying your face in the sheets until your world went black. And your skin warmed as the motion made you lift your ass in the air, putting yourself on full display for the Mandalorian.

To test you, Paz slapped your pussy without warning. You screamed into the mattress, but your face stayed buried. You felt dizzy from the impact but it only turned you on more.

“Good girl,” he growled as he dipped down behind you, “Stay just like that no matter what.”

Before you could answer, you felt the cold touch of Paz’s helmet against your ass. Goosebumps erupted on your skin as you heard the hiss of his helmet and you realized what he had planned. You let out a loud moan as you felt the tip of Paz’s tongue against your folds as he licked your pussy from behind. 

Your muffled moans filled the room as you clutched tightly to the sheets, lost in the pleasure that was Paz’s tongue. Even with your face buried, you saw stars every time he hit your clit, and you were sure you weren't going to last long.

“Fuck… Paz… You’re gonna make me cum,” you whimpered before you fell apart again.

He slurped loudly as he gripped your thighs tightly, licking and sucking at your cunt while you came on his face. Paz savored the taste of you, and he smirked against you as he felt you gush against his face. And while he kept his helmet tilted off just enough to expose his lips, Paz was proud of you for keeping yourself down just like he told you to.

Breaking away with a pop, Paz lowered his helmet back down and licked his lips as he did so, “I think you’re ready for my cock now, mesh’la,” his voice was low as he stroked himself, “You can lift your head now.”

You didn’t have the energy to pick yourself up completely, but you lifted your face and took in a deep breath.

“Are you ready?”

“Yes,” you breathed as you trembled in anticipation. 

But as wet as you were, the stretch of Paz’s cock still took your breath away and you gasped loudly as the tip pushed into you. Slowly, Paz entered your pussy with a groan of his own. Fuck you felt even better around him than he thought. But, he didn’t want to hurt you by letting himself go.

“Are you alright?” Paz asked as he caressed your back and your ass.

“Yes,” you replied immediately, “Fuck… Please, don’t stop. Feels so good.”

Paz growled as he kept going, “You look even more beautiful on my cock than I thought,” he groaned as he pushed the rest of the way inside you, “And you feel even better too.”

You whimpered as the feeling of Paz’s cock was overwhelming in the best way. You had never felt fuller, never been more stretched out, and you had never felt a pleasure like this ever in your life. Maker, you were already addicted to him and he had just entered you. 

He grabbed onto your hips as he rolled back and thrust forward gently. Slowly at first, Paz rocked back and forth, but the more you moaned and cried out in pleasure, the faster he went. Skin slapped against skin as he reached forward and grabbed your arms, lifting your chest off the bed as he thrust into you over and over again.

Moans and screams filled the room as your mouth hung open while Paz fucked you. Your eyes rolled back as you surrendered yourself and gave every inch of yourself to him. Not only did his cock stretch you out more than ever before, but the way Paz held you tight made you feel safe and protected as he pounded into you.

Paz groaned your name as he craved even more of you. He grabbed you and yanked you back so that your bare back was pressed flush against his armored chest. Paz wrapped his arm around you and grabbed your breast with one hand and pinned you against his body and rubbed at your clit with the other.

“Oh! Fuck!” you screamed, “Paz!” you reached up behind you and grabbed onto him wherever you could. Only your knees stayed on the bed as you arched your back and let Paz hold you tightly as he fucked into you with an ever faster pace.

“Cum, mesh’la,” he groaned in your ear, “Cum on my cock.” Paz’s own orgasm wasn’t far behind, and he wasn’t sure how much longer he would last like this. Holding you in his arms while he thrust into you was just as overwhelming for him as it was for you. 

“Cum in me,” you whispered before your climax hit you.

That was all it took for both of you to completely fall apart. You screamed loudly as your inner muscles squeezed Paz’s cock. His grip on you tightened as he filled you to the point where you thought you would burst, but you didn’t care. All you cared about was Paz and the ecstasy he brought you. Your entire body shook as he held you close and you both rode out your intense highs on each other.

You felt yourself gush as your release dripped down your inner thigh. Paz noticed too, as he felt you soak his cock while he spilled himself inside of you until that too dripped out of you. With one last grunt and thrust, Paz sheathed himself completely inside you as he tipped you both forward until you both collapsed down onto the bed. 

Neither of you moved for a long time. Heavy breaths filled the room as you laid in Paz’s arms, his cock still buried deep inside you. Tears filled your eyes from the waves of emotions that crashed into you suddenly. As much as you tried to keep them hidden, Paz heard a soft sob and immediately pushed himself up.

“Are you alright, cyare?” Paz hissed as he pulled out of you, but his focus was quickly redirected to your needs.

You whimpered at the loss of him inside you, “I’m fine, Paz,” your voice was soft as he wiped away the tears from the corners of your eyes, “More than fine actually,” you gave him a bright smile as you leaned into his touch. Closing your eyes, you kissed the palm of his hand and you heard his breath hitch. 

Paz let out a heavy sigh as he looked at you. He felt an even bigger need to keep you protected as you looked so vulnerable in his arms. A glow surrounded you as you let out a contented sigh of your own. It was a tender moment neither of you would ever forget. 

But, Paz knew he couldn’t stay like this forever, “I should go,” he said abruptly.

“Wait,” you grabbed his wrist before he could get up, “Stay?” you pleaded with your eyes before you repeated in a stronger voice, “I want you to stay.” 

He let out another sigh, “Alright.” Paz wouldn’t admit how little it took to convince him to stay. But he also didn’t want to deny how much he already craved the feeling of you securely in his arms. The rest of the world could wait as Paz settled back down and held you tight. He wondered what would happen moving forward. How could he keep you by his side while still remaining loyal to his tribe? Would Ragnar like you? Would you like him? 

But for now, those questions would wait, and all Paz wanted to do was hold you close.

SImilar questions ran through your mind, and you wondered if he would want to stay with you, if he would allow you to stay with him. Somehow, you had a feeling you could make it work from how strong your feelings were already. You could figure it out somehow. And you had never been happier that you were bold as you sighed contently in Paz’s strong arms. 

[kissorkill16]

Putting The Notes Together: A Hello Neighbor Fanfic

By JJ

Summary: Trinity finally puts the two notes together.

Trinity walked into her room and shut the door after saying goodnight to her parents. But instead of going to sleep, she sat down on her bed, and pulled out two pieces of crumbled up notebook paper.

One was a note she got when she received the coin, the other one she just received this afternoon from Maritza and Finch.

"It fell out of his pocket.", said Maritza when she asked where she got it.

The his they're discussing is their friend, Nicky.

They think he's being threatened.

Apparently, they told her that they found Lucy Yi and Mya Peterson's Golden Apple charm bracelets on his wrists. Nicky said he woke up with them, and maybe someone broke in and put them there.

While she was still a little confused with the situation, she promised them she'd do her best to find the perpetrator.

She read the note, her spine chilling at the sentence "I WARNED YOU, NICHOLAS!" in all capital letters. That's when she noticed something.

She grabbed the other note and reread it.

"MR. PETERSON IS GONE, NOW SO ARE YOU. LOSE THIS COIN, LOSE YOUR LIFE."

She reread both notes a few more times, and she started putting two and two together.

All capital letters.

Scratchy writing.

Ink filled letters.

"...Oh.", she growled, crumbling the notes in her hands. "Of course it's you, you fucking bird."

She hopped off her bed, walked to her window, and pushed it open. She angrily looked outside at the street of Friendly Court.

"You listen to me, you son of a bitch. You can threaten me, but you sure as hell can't threaten my friends.", growled Trinity. "If you even lay one of your crooked fingers on Nicky, I'll make sure you never see the light of day ever again."

Once she was satisfied enough with her growls, she slammed the window shut, and went to bed.

[mysticstarlightduck]

My Words Into Potions Intro!

The Event (@moon-and-seraph)

I'll be working on two WIPs this March - my goal will be to attempt to finish Enchanted Illusion's first draft and give Of Starlight and Beasts a good headstart!

Title: OF STARLIGHT AND BEASTS

Genre - High Fantasy (medieval) Adventure/Dark Fairy Tale (with a tad of romance, that's a subplot)

Summary - In an ancient enchanted kingdom, Corah, the daughter of their land's most renowned adventurer, seeks to become the best knight that has ever lived. However, after meeting a young man with strange magic and no memories lost in the woods, Corah finds herself thrust into an unexpected quest when the once-thought-dead Queen returns to enact her revenge on their peaceful kingdom - and now it falls to Corah and her mysterious new friend to prevent destruction from reaching their land, if she wants to achieve her dream to be knighted. But are things quite what they seem?

POV - Dual POV (for now?), with some occasional POVs from important side characters.

Lenght - Novel/Book

Tags/Hashtag - #wip: of starlight and beasts, #wip of starlight and beasts

WIP Soundtrack - Of Starlight and Beasts Playlist

Snippet/Excerpt -

[...] Corah climbed the sandy stone wall, expertly weaving her way up towards the broken ramparts despite the weight of her armor straining her arms. Her hands reached the ledge, and she was able to fling her leg onto the walkway, pulling the rest of her body upwards.

Taking a moment to catch her breath, she wiped the dust off of her hands onto her trousers, waiting for her friends to reach her. Arammys' sunny locks were the first to peek through the ramparts, though, in his struggle to get a grip on the stone, his hands nearly slipped - she lunged, grabbing hold of his wrist just in time, and helping him heave himself the rest of the way up.

Behind him, Eidan followed suit, pulling himself over the wall nearly effortlessly. Arammys stared at him, impressed and annoyed at the same time.

Turning around as the duo started to bicker, Corah rolled her eyes, looking down to the city below, the sprawling sea just barely visible through the white stone buildings was filled with trading ships from near and far, the sky seemingly filled with colorful flags and banners. But she knew better than to trust the city's apparent normalcy - the Crimson Queen's soldiers were already here, just waiting to catch them on the streets down below.

"We'll need to figure out another plan, it seems" She winced, sighting a suspiciously familiar hooded figure just out of the rampart's gate ahead. Her hand instinctively went to the hilt of her sword.

Just as she was about to back away, Arammys popped up beside her, not noticing the enemy just below. Corah pulled Arammys behind a pillar just in time before the person looked up, nearly spotting him. She whispered through gritted teeth, exasperated. "Do you seriously have a death wish?"

"I didn't notice that the guy was there!" Arammys replied, an indignant remark spoken through a whisper as he pulled the hood of his cloak meticulously over his head, obscuring his hair and face. He peered over the pillar, this time more carefully, onto the street below, noticing more and more of the Queen's men. "Gods, the city is really crawling with them. How are we supposed to reach the docks? They'll kill us!"

"No, they won't." Eidan broke his silence, motioning with his metallic arm for the duo to follow him, "I know a way in. But you're really not gonna like it." [...]

Title: ENCHANTED ILLUSIONS

Genre - Victorian-inspired Dark Fantasy/Mystery

Summary - The brutal war between humans and mythical creatures came to an end 100 years ago, with a peace treaty being achieved and the rival nations finally coexisting peacefully in the capital city of Ansburke. Now, however, a crooked secret organization - dubbed the Hemlock Society - seeks to plunge the city into civil war, preying on the prejudices left over from the previous centuries of warfare to feed the uneasiness between humans and Myths once more. Now, as tensions reach a boiling point, a group of misfits and outcasts must work together to thwart the Hemlock Society's dreadful plans before civil war erupts, in a race against time to save both the people of Ansburke and their own lives, as they dive deep into the world of intrigues and secrets that lay just beneath the city's perfect surface.

POV - 5 Main POVS, with occasional POVs from important side characters.

Lenght - Novel/Book Series

Tags/Hashtag - #wip: enchanted illusions, #wip enchanted illusions

WIP Soundtrack - Enchanted Illusions Playlist

Snippet/Excerpt -

Augustus and Harriet walked down the cramped alleyway, following their unexpected guide. Whilst the necromancer maintained his usual unphased composure - hands behind his back, chin held up high, relaxed smile - Harriet could not help but look over her shoulder once every few seconds. Every shadow seemed to be someone ready to jump at them, to drag them to the deepest bowels of this town and never return.

She pushed the intrusive thoughts down, scoffing at the outlandish notion. Still, the sky was unnaturally covered by smog - smoke continuously billowing from the foundries' skyscraping chimneys, mixing with the cloudy mist - and the lamplit streets were a cramped maze of shops, tents and intricate buildings, metal being the most prevalent sight. Nothing like Ansburke, she thought.

The quicker they find what they're looking for, the sooner they'll return home. And hopefully, stop this madness from unfolding. There was an unwelcome, fiery chill in the air and people bustled through the street around them. She inched closer to Augustus, their shoulders brushing - and tried to convince herself it was simply so she wouldn't get lost in this industrial maze, not to sate the pit of uneasiness that had taken hold of her chest since they reached the gates of the city. Ahead, the eccentric young man leading them whirled around.

"Alright, if ya guys wanna blend in and find out more about that scumbag of a Mayor, you'll need to get some local clothes - not that there's nothing wrong with," He gestured to their dapper attires, now slightly torn and dusty after their ordeal at the train ride, which stood out like a sore thumb when compared to the crowds around them "that, but you two scream 'Ansburke' just by existing." [...]

[countrymusiclover]

4 - Just Ariyne and Finnick

Part 5

Are You District or Capitol?

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I wasn’t sure what time it was or how long I had been down in the training yard but I was beginning to get the hang of using some weapons if I got thrown in the arena. Holding the dagger in my right hand I sucked in a breath launching the blade into the orange hologram that came running at me. The hologram broke apart when it landed in his chest right before I heard Finnick speak behind me. “You're getting pretty good with those knives.”

“Yeah it seems so.” I shrugged my shoulders eyeing the trident hanging on one of the weapon stands. “So I’ve been told you're pretty good with a trident. Care to show me?”

He sent me a smirk of the usual capital charm. “Are you afraid that I'm not as impressive as they say I am?”

“I never said anything like that.” I shook my head no.

He stared at me. “But you're thinking it, blossom.”

“How do you know that?” I snapped at him.

Finnick picked up the trident walking back over to me, carrying it in his right hand. “Because I'm good at getting information out of people.” His ocean green eyes scanning over my facial features.

“I'll believe it when I see it.” I sniped, biting the inside of my lip. Before I could react he spun me around into his chest with my back pressing into his front and the trident stick pushing up against my throat. I shutter out his name, my hands were holding onto his wrists thinking I could stop him somehow. “Finnick-”

He leans his head down to my ear whispering. “Come up to my floor when we're done here and I'll tell you some of the things I found out.”

“Really you found something out?” I knew I had a hopeful tone when I responded.

His hot breath ghosted over my neck as we stayed that way for a second until the elevator door opened a few feet away from us revealing my father standing there. “I haven't lied to you since we've met - we'll work on your response time there, blossom.” He pushed me forward, lowering the weapon away from my throat.

My hair got thrown in my eyes so I pushed it away, sparing him a glance. “Finnick, I - I'll see you later.” I felt like I was at a loss for words never expecting he would actually be a man of his word. Maybe he wasn't like the other Carrier tributes. Just like maybe my mother wasn't like who my father said she was.

3 years ago

Laying in my bed I silently stared at the ceiling not being able to fall asleep. I had gotten used to my father sometimes waking in the middle of the night screaming. He also always kept q knife hidden underneath his pillow. I heard him get up and walk from to the kitchen so I decided to check on him. “Dad - uh are you okay?”

“Ari! Oh um - yeah I’m - I’m fine. I’ll be fine.” He croaked through some tears, raising a drink glass to his lips.

I slowly walked up to him, gently touching his shoulder. “You don’t have to be tough on me, dad. Is it - about me?”

“I just had a nightmare about my games. How much I hate the capital for what they did to my family. How much I wish I didn’t despise who your mother is.” He gripped the glass in his hands and his jaw was clenched when he grumbled.

I paused before asking my next question knowing he didn’t like to talk about it. “Who exactly is my mother?”

“She’s a snob in the Capitol. Thankfully we only have to see each other once a year!” He grumbled the last part under his breath.

I moved in front of him, bending down on my knees trying to make him look me in the eye. “Dad, I know you're not a huge fan of whoever my mother is. But I want to know, do you think I'll find love in a world where these games exist?”

“Ariyne, I wasn’t expecting for you to come into my life. But now that you have I can't imagine you not here with me.” He lifted his gaze up to meet mine, he used his freehand to cradle the side of my face. “So in my experience with the Games and everything else this world throws at us. You should always expect the unexpected.”

That evening I had told my mother that I wouldn't be eating dinner with my father and the others like I usually had been. I didn't bother telling my father where I was going considering he would most likely figure it out anyhow. Taking the elevator up to the 4th floor, I walked off, finding a door that said Odair on the outside of it, so I knocked three times, assuming that was a good enough signal that I was there. The door peaked opened with Finnick popping his head out. “Hey blossom, come on in.”

“I think we should set a rule about that nickname you have going for me.” Was the first thing I said entering the apartment hearing him shut the door and lock it. I slowly turned around hearing him enter the living room. “It's not that I hate it. I just wish you would call me by my - oh wow I would've figured you always wore low cut clothing.”

He was wearing some black sweatpants and a light gray shirt that actually didn't show off his nice brad chest. “That’s not the real me. It's all just for the show of the Games.”

“Oh, so who is the real Finnick Odair?”

He sent me a genuine smile that didn't look like his cocky one he usually wore. “I'll tell you if you tell me more about you, Ariyne Abernathy.”

“Finnick.” I giggled feeling my face turning red at his true words.

He gestured to the empty coach going to sit down on the furniture and I joined him sitting near him on it. “So tell me something about yourself.”

“My life is pretty boring to be honest. I have been hiding for basically my whole life.”

He gave me a sad look. “I’m sorry.”

“I haven’t had any of the firsts. First love, first date-“

He cut me off. “First kiss.”

“Yeah.” I nodded silently, staring at the district four boy. His sea green eyes focused on my gaze slowly leaning forward beginning to close the gap that was between us.

I blinked my eyes a couple of times thinking about whether or not I should kiss him. I’d never done anything like that compared to him at this moment. Biting my lip I scooted forward closing the rest of the gap we had before we finally kissed the other. Finnick kissed me slowly while moving one hand to the side of my face deepening the kiss until I drew back with a nervous smile. “At least now you’ve had your first kiss now, Ariyne.”

“Thank you, um - what did you find out about Snow and me?” I mumbled, being scared for the answer he would give.

He sat back running his fingers through his blonde curls taking a deep breath clearly feeling the weight of the conversation we were about to have between each other. “He’s planning on trying to throw you into the arena.”

“Anything else?” I asked, feeling a nervousness in the pit of my stomach.

Finnick parted his lips. “He found out about who your parents really are. My informants don't know how but that is what I could gather from them.”

“What am I gonna do. I - I've never even been in the Games before and now it's all former Victoria going into it. I'm - I'm gonna die the second that cannon goes off.” I began heavily crying burying my face into my knees when I hugged them up close to my chest.

He slowly wrapped his arms around my body tugging me against his chest. “Sshh Ariyne. That isn’t going to happen to you. I'll make sure of it.” He whispered running his freehand through my messy blonde hair.

I sniffed, barely lifting my head from his chest. “How are you going to manage that?”

“You let me worry about that, Ariyne.” He brushed hair away from my eyes with a half smile, kissing my forehead that I found rather nice in this moment of fear. “For now let’s just simply be Ariyne and Finnick.”

Laying my head down against his chest he wrapped his arms around my body once more, trying to imagine that the Hunger Games didn’t exist. “I’m glad you’re helping me, Finnick.” We just remained that way for a while. With any luck my father would be happy that I was finding some alliance with him.

[the-cannibal]

All sinclair brothers reaction if the reader were to leave them or threaten to leave them!!!? 😋😋😋

Ooooh interesting! I love this idea!

Sinclair brothers reaction if the reader threatens to leave them

Gender neutral - they/them and you is used

I did them separately since you didn’t say if you wanted poly or not so I hope you like this!

Written on mobile so I apologize if its laid out strangely

Bo Sinclair

Oh honey, this man is pissed with a capital P

So it’s no secret Bo has his issues, and due to that comes his anger. And the anger of Bo can be quite scary.

Now while Bo tries not to unleash his anger on you sometimes his trauma wins, which ends in him shouting at you, throwing things near you, calling you horrible things and saying horrible things, etc etc. And one day you just had enough of it.

You slammed your hands on the dinning room table, hot tears streaming down your face as you looked up at that man you so dearly loved with pure anger. “I’m so sick and tired of this, Bo!” You screamed at him. “Yes you have every right to be mad about your childhood!” You got up close to him and jabbed your finger at his chest. “But do NOT ever take that out on ME! I’ve been with you through thick and thin and I’m getting real sick and tired of getting insulted as a payment!”

Bo glared down at you, his lip curled back. “Don’t you fucking talk to me like that!” He screamed back at you. “This is my goddamn house! You don’t get to tell me how I act inside it!”

And that was what finally broke you.

You stepped back with a sigh, still glaring up at the man. “You know what, Bo?” You mumbled, making your way towards the front door and digging your car keys out of the little dish. “You’re right. It is your house. Yours and yours alone, because I’m fucking done.”

And you left. You could hear Bo screaming and throwing more things as you drove away. You didn’t know where you were going, but you didn’t care as long as it was away from him.

A few days later Bo found you at an old motel, hat in hand, looking down like a dog with its tail between its legs.

“Darlin,” He mumbled. “Please come back.”

You crossed your arms, leaning against the cracked old door frame. “Why should I? I meant what I said, Bo. I’m fucking done with your bullshit.”

Bo sighed. “I know, I know. And I’m sorry, okay? I’m an asshole. And I don’t deserve you. But please, just give me one more chance. I promise i won’t mess it up.”

You looked him in the eyes, seeing shame and embarrassment. But also honesty. So you let out a sigh and stepped out of your room. “One more chance. One. And I mean it, Beauregard. You so much as look at me the wrong way I’ll be gone.”

Bo let out a sigh of relief, kissing the palm of your hand before placing it on his cheek. He got another chance, and he was going to do everything in his power to not mess it up.

Vincent Sinclair

Hurt. He would be so hurt if you ever threatened to leave him.

“Vincent do you wanna go for a walk with me and Jonesy?” You wrapped your arms around his neck as Vincent was bent over working on smoothing the wax over a body. He said nothing. “Vincent?” You said his name again. “Are you listening to me?”

Once again you got no response from him. It’s been like this a lot recently. And you hated it. You huffed and began walking away from him, calling Jonesy to follow you up stairs. Perhaps dinner would get him out of his shell…

Vincent didn’t come up for dinner again.

And that was the last straw. You stormed down to the basement, seeing him working on the same person. You crossed your arms with a scoff. “Seriously? You’ve been working on that thing all day. I’m starting to think you think it’s more important than spending time with your partner!” Vincent didn’t say anything to you. And that broke you. “You know what? Fine! Stay down here for the rest of your life for all I care! Hell why don’t you date that thing since you seem to love it so much! Far more than me! I’m leaving.” You turned to storm back up the waxy stairs, only to have a rough calloused hand grab your wrist. Vincent looked up at you, you could see his eyes practically bulging out from behind his mask.

“Oh so you finally decide to look at me! We’ll take a picture buddy, it’ll last longer. I’m out of here.” Vincent shook his head at you and shakily raised his hands to sign. ‘Please don’t leave!’

You scoffed. “Why? Vincent I hardly see you anymore. Do you know how I feel? I feel hurt, I feel un loved.”

That broke his heart. Here stood his partner as tears threatened to leave their eyes as they got closer and closer to leaving the room. Leaving him for good. ‘I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have been ignoring you.’ He tossed his wax covered apron onto the floor. ‘I’ll stop working for a while, I’ll spend time with you. I’ll take you wherever you want, do whatever you want. Just please don’t leave me. I love you.’

Sighing you pulled him up to your step and kissed his masked cheek. “Alright mister. You can make it up to me by taking me out to the lake for a picnic dinner.” Vincent vigorously nodded at that. “But I swear, Vincent, if you do something like that again I won’t be held back. We’re partners, not roommates.”

He took your hands, nodding his head and pressing his masked lips to your forehead. He learned his lesson, and he won’t forget it.

Lester Sinclair

Scared. Terrified. He loves you more then all the stars in the sky and he made you want to leave? He’s going to do everything he can to convince you to give him another chance.

“Let go Lester.” You glared at the man who was holding your suitcase down.

“No!” He shouted, sweat rolling down his forehead. “Look I know I messed up, and you can be as mad at me as you want. But please think about this, darlin!”

You practically growled at him. “I HAVE thought about this!” You yanked the suitcase out of his hands. “Maybe you should think harder before you go and flirt with other people!”

“They were visitors! I didn’t actually mean any of it! I was just trying to… grease em’ up a bit! Make them trust me more!”

Your head snapped around at that. “Seriously?! You have a goddamn partner, Les!” He looked down in shame, he knew you were right. “I don’t care if Bo flirts with them because I’m not dating him! But I AM dating you! Or so I thought…”

He fell to his knees and gripped the sides of your pants. “Please, darlin, give me another chance! I won’t do anything like that ever again! I’ll do anything you want!”

“Anything?” You questioned.

“Anything! I’d burn this whole town down if you asked of it! You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, I don’t wanna lose you!”

You stared down at him in thought before finally crouching down and wiping away his tears. “Flirt with anyone that isn’t me and I’m out of here faster then you can say roadkill.”

He fell into your arms in violent sobs. That was the most scared he had felt in a long time.

[brothersonahotelbed]

4 months

i haven't been hungry lately and this is because i am keeping you safe in my stomach keeping you safe, and inside the darkness of my gut you will make a home. so this way if they want to take you, they'll have to go through me first. they'll have to slice me open.

i am so full of you that i could throw up and all that'd come out would be eyes & bones & teeth & tongue ��� all yours and i know the acid's burning you alive but i promise you're safe here you're safe and they can't take you away and i won't have to be hungry anymore i will be full of you forever and when june comes you won't have to move to dallas and learn new ways of wanting to die you won't leave because i won't let you

i hope God is listening i hope He is watching the way i deliberately capitalize every G and H i hope He is listening and watching me pass between states of grief and quietude as my body begins to liquefy with each passing day, as i am wrought powerless to His divine will and this is the thesis of my suffering:

Anything that causes this much pain Can't be an act of God. It is an act of false belief.

"God's way is the hardest way," but where did that leave His son? hanging from the cross by his wrists. i know how jesus felt now, helpless against the Divine Plan, doomed by the God of Mercy –

every time i write about God, it turns into an oxymoron.

God, I hope you're watching because this is the thing that finally broke me. they said it would be devil who'd do it, but it was you, it was your will that i should not recover from this. my hands outstretched to you cradling the frayed wires and bits of metal that were once a heart, and as hot, holy tears stream down my face i beg you to make it better make it better make it better but you just pat my head and say i am a creator not a handyman. and you laugh and feel a pleasurable sting in the ghost of your side wound.

reminds you of those old testament days, doesn't it?

[pixies-love-envy]

Too Sweet: Jude

Character Intro

Name: Jude Fox

Nickname: Fox/Foxy

Pronouns: They/Them/Theirs (they are physically male)

Role in story: Antagonists

Bio/summary/description: They’re a political science major going to Redwood University. They aspire to be a political journalist but are currently working at a pizza restaurant. Harlow Knight, is close friends with them even though they happen to be Cricket St. James ex partner. They broke up with her hoping she would fight for their relationship instead of just accepting it. They were wrong and want her back desperately. When they meet March Starling in one of their classes they become fast friends, however, when they discover March is courting Cricket their intentions turn sour.

DOB: February 29, 2000 (Pisces)

Sexuality: Queer

Ethnicity: German American

MBTI: ENFP-T (Campaigner)

Occupation: Dishwasher at a pizza joint

Appearance

Height: 5 feet 9 inches

Hair: Blonde fluffy wolf cut

Eye: Green

Build/physique: Lean build (semi-muscular if you squint)

Notable features: Heart shaped key on their left wrist, flower and vine tattoos up and down their right side starting from their neck going down their shoulder and onto their hand. They also wear a silver chain.

Clothing style: A mix of grunge and punk aesthetic

Extra

TRAGIC BACKSTORY

Quote: “Did you know socialists can really fuck.”

Traits/quirks:

They’re pretentious. They think that because they know about politics they are better than everyone.

They’re deeply insecure and need constant affirmations and affection.

They’re afraid of commitment.

They’re very creative with their art but not so much in other parts of their life.

They call themselves a pessimist but they hold out hope that the world will change for the better

They’re extremely passionate in their efforts to make the world a better place for everyone.

Fun facts/headcanons:

They are extremely minimalist They have maybe 7 outfits and 12 personal possessions, so they're constantly asking everyone if they can borrow things from them. They completely refuse to buy their own stuff (despite definitely having the financial means to) but they never explain themselves and nobody knows why

They steal from people sometimes just for the thrill of it. They don’t steal anything big and they’re not being malicious (most of the time). They just swipe a fork off someone’s table or take a penny out of someone’s purse.

They’re polyamorous because they aren’t really a jealous person and also it’s less pressure on them to care for their partner if they have someone else to lean on.

They plan on living with friends as long as possible because they’re afraid of growing up.

Hobbies/skills: Vexillology, video games (specifically fallout), drawing, political theory, map making, playing guitar, and studying history

Likes: abandoned buildings, talking to homeless people, various drugs, punk shows at bars, crystals (only because they look pretty), Star Wars, and rupaul’s drag race

Dislikes: fascism, capitalism, organized religion, politicians, police, hyper realistic art, pop music, social media, mainstream news, and house parties

Fun fact about Jude is that I unintentionally made them into my ex boyfriend. So, I decided to lean into it and now they’re like twins but Jude is cooler and prettier lol. This is what healing through writing looks like 😌

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MK LEGENDS BLOOD BOUND:

Chapter 2: ROBIN'S RETURN

Landing somewhere outside of Outworld's capital, Sun Do, Robin meets with some close acquaintances, asking them about strange appearances recently. They mentioned about a mysterious figure who used blood based powers to destroy large portions of buildings. The caped crusader took this into account and went along with his mission. As he was walking into a bar, He then met up with Reptile and Erron, who were surprised to see him after a while.

REPTILE: Red Robin. It is nice to see you again. It has been a long time since those Special Forces came.

ERRON: You up to play sum' poker? There's always an extra seat.

ROBIN: That would be nice, but I'm here on a mission. I've heard of strange happenings in this place, and I'm here to see what's the deal.

ERRON: Well, maybe you could some soldiers who're already on that case.

ROBIN: Wait, people are already doing my job? I ought have came sooner…thanks anyways, fellas.

He says, as he goes along his way. As soon as he reaches the other side of town, he see's a row of soldiers, being led by someone who looked weirdly familiar. Suddenly, it all came back to him, a feeling of hate rushed through his veins as he looked at the woman leading the crew of soldiers. 

MUCHACHA: Alright, men, spread out and look for this blood bender, I'll investigate some people in the market.

she says, as she starts walking, and Robin throw's one of his daggers at her, making his presence known. She growns in pain, as Robin walks out in front of her to deliver his speech.

ROBIN: Well, you ain't exactly Shao, but I guess offing you will be vengeance enough.

MUCHACHA: What are you on about? Who even are you?

ROBIN: Wrong question. The right one being: Are you ready to pay for your father's actions?

he says, pointing another one of his daggers at her.

MUCHACHA: You just asume that the late Shao Kahn is my father because we look exactly the same?

ROBIN: Well, I'm not saying that but--- YOU GET THE POINT! For a long time I held this grudge against Shao Kahn and...

Before Robin could finish his emotionally repressed speech, the general grabbed his wrist and headbutted him so hard that she broke a large chunk of his mask off, revealing his eye and knocking him on the ground.

MUCHACHA: By the Gods, you talk so much.

ROBIN: Oh, Okay, now its on, fugly.

he says, as he gets up, and takes a fighting stance. He then charges towards her, and she dodges and grabs his feathered cape to hold him in place.

MUCHACHA: You seem to be a fool if you think you can take on an outworld general, little bird.

ROBIN: That's it, you're goin' down!

He says, as he does a back flip to kick her in the head, pushing her away and letting his cape go. He then takes a moment to look at the shards of his now broken mask.

ROBIN: Okay, if you have any money I can borrow to fix this, maybe I'll spare your life.

MUCHACHA: Not likely, stranger. I will end your life, and you will regret trying to take mine.

ROBIN: Well, can't say I didn't try.

He says as he moves in to finish the job. But before he could do anything, a solider walked into frame, knocking out the caped crusader with a hit upside the head.

MUCHACHA: Great timing, man. You saved me from wasting more time.

SOLDIER: Sorry, General Amara, I'll be faster next time. How do you want to proceed, ma'am?

The general, wiping blood off of her forehead and shaking it off.

MUCHACHA: Tie him up, confiscate his weapons and call the other guards. We shall let Kitana Kahn decide his fate.

And with that, Nico was knocked out, his cape tattered, his weapons taken and the remains of his mask put aside. The soldiers took him back to the palace, and put him in the dungeon until morning, where he will finally face his fate. Muchacha kneeled before Kitana, who sits on a throne besides Mileena and Rain.

KITANA: Why have you come here, general?

MUCHACHA: This... human was in Sun Do, and attempted to murder me.

MILEENA: I say we should just kill him, and hang his body from the palace.

RAIN: You aren't thinking outside of the box, Mileena. After all, the palace does need a new paint job.

KITANA: By the Gods, you two... Show this human to us, Amara and "THEN" we'll decide what to do with him.

The general nodded and left the throne room, and brought a tied up Nico and tossed him in front of the three on his knees, as he wakes up slowly.

ROBIN: Uuuugh, my aching head...

KITANA: Well, would you look who's back without saying hello.

MUCHACHA: Wait, you know him?

KITANA: He protected the palace in secret while you did it in public.

Robin shakes his head, noticing he's back in the palace, a place he hasn't seen in a while.

ROBIN: Oh, hi, Kitana Kahn. Can you tell this shithead to release me? I got places to be and things to do-

MUCHACHA: (Kicking him with her knee) Be quiet!

KITANA: Let's not act brash, general. The masked man has a point, but so do you. You two are dismissed.

She says, gesturing to Mileena and Rain to leave.

KITANA: But before I decide on your fate, Robin, tell me: why did you attempt to take the general's life?

ROBIN: See that's a funny story, ma'am. See, I was on a job here, and then this bitch over here showed up. I had flashbacks and remembered that I hate Shao Kahn's guts for his men murdering my family, so I thought that this could have been the best act of vengeance. Though I didn't know she existed and I didn't know she was General. So yeah, not that funny.

KITANA: That's the kind of logic that would've got you killed, had you succeeded.

MUCHACHA: But that doesn't mean you're safe, you still attacked a general, which is an executable offense.

ROBIN: Look, fish lips, I'm not scared of you. Your pops is the only person at fault and the one thing you did to offend me was break my mask, which I spent HOURS on, and you'll pay for it, like it or not--

KITANA: SCILENCE!

Both the general and the masked man were taken aback by her sudden raise in tone, and they were silent, and waited for the verdict.

KITANA: (sighing) Amara, release this man and return his equipment.

The general turned to the Kahn in disbelief.

MUCHACHA: Ma'am, this is blasphemy!

As one guard took Robin's daggers to bring them back, the blades flew out of his hands and sliced the ropes off of the masked man and returned to his hands.

ROBIN: Well, seems like I'm a free man again. Smell ya later, Shao Junior!

KITANA: Robin, one more thing...

Robin turned, to see what the fuss is about.

KITANA: Why have you returned?

ROBIN:  Oh! Uh well, there were these sightings about a person who would destroy buildings with blood construcks so I went to investigate.

KITANA: Interesting… general Muchacha.

MUCHACHA: Ma’am.

KITANA: Aid Red Robin with his quest.

ROBIN: What a load of--

MUCHACHA: Ma'am, you can't possibly be serious about this!

KITANA: The masked man is a close acquaintance, I trust him enough to not lie to me. You two may go now.

Both the general and the masked man left the palace. Amara was furious about the whole ordeal, she felt betrayed, humiliated and insulted by her own leader. As they walked out, Nico gave the general his hand.

MUCHACHA: Put your hand out for me again, I'll break each and every bone in it. Slowly. One by one.

ROBIN: Alright, cool your shit, dude.

He puts his hands in his pockets, and the two go on with their quest.

[the-faramir]

The Girl with the Rat Tattoo, Part 1

Tonight, the grand ballroom of a Taldan noble's manor in the bustling capital of Oppara played host to a grand ball. Various nobles, government officials, and military leaders graced its guest list. The ballroom hummed with rumors and gossip, music and dancing, and the clinking of fine crystal.

Lord Marcius Varian, an up-and-coming Taldan politician known for cracking down on shady trade practices throughout the region, surveyed the dance floor in the hopes of finding some company for the evening. The middle-aged human ran his hands through the graying temples of his otherwise black hair, then adjusted the waistcoat of his suit to ensure that the girth of his belly remained hidden.

The air stirred by an approaching individual carried the scent of vanilla and sandalwood to his nostrils, attracting his attention. Varian turned to see an uncommonly beautiful blonde human Taldan woman of perhaps twenty years looking at him from the right, five and a half feet tall, smoldering brown eyes, and voluptuously filling out a gorgeous, bright red ballgown. "Lord Varian, I presume?" she asked in a honeyed contralto voice. "I am Lyra Gallus from the Kazuhn Prefecture delegation. May I have this dance?"

Lord Varian taxed his powers of restraint to maintain an air of nonchalance while accepting the young lady's offer. "Of course, milady." He offered his right arm to her to escort her to the dance floor. As she took his arm, he noticed a tattoo of a rat on the inside of her right wrist. "How is life in Kazuhn these days? Better now, I would think, after the legislation I signed to protect your farms from the predatory practices of organized crime? Well, you should be happy to learn that I have much more of that in the works!" He drove home his achievements to Lyra in the hopes of impressing her, but it seemed that she had already taken a good impression from him as she squeezed his arm.

"Oh, yes, milord." She looked up into his eyes. "We are quite...grateful." Her red lips broke into a warm smile.

Through several songs and several glasses of sparkling wine, the two discussed politics and current events between exchanges of flirtatious looks. Flattered by the unprecedented attention from a younger woman, Lord Varian boasted more about his political plans and schemes.

At the end of one song, Lyra fanned herself with her hand. "I could do with some fresh air. Perhaps there is a secluded garden under tonight's moonlight...." She grasped Varian's hand in hers and led him off from the dance floor towards the double doors leading outside.

Finding a quiet corner of the host's garden outside with nobody around, Lyra put her arms gently around Varian's neck. She gazed into his eyes, pupils wide in the darkness. "Milord, let me show you how grateful I really am." She stood on her tiptoes to give him a kiss on the cheek, then a nuzzle and a gentle bite on his neck.

The older man, unable to resist such straightforward advances, started to kiss Lyra on her neck, then her cheek, and then her mouth. His eyes met hers once again. "Oh, my," he exclaimed gently. He wrapped his arms around her and gently pushed her back a step into the garden fence.

As Lord Varian pressed up against Lyra, his hands clumsily pawing at her and his wet mouth kissing her neck, she leaned into his ear to whisper, "I have something to tell you," and followed up with a multisyllabic, nearly-impossible-to-pronounce arcane word of power. Varian crumpled to the ground like a marionette whose strings had been cut.

Lyra sighed deeply and lifted her right palm to her mouth. She spoke into the ring on her middle finger, "I have spoken."

A voice came out of her ring, "Well done, Purple! Come straight home. No detours. Check in with your handler at the shop. See Director Celaduil for debriefing first thing in the morning. Don't be late."

Lyra's form began to shift. She shortened and grew slimmer. Her ballgown changed from bright red to charcoal, and its fabric rearranged itself to be less revealing. Her eyes transitioned from warm brown to dark purple. Her hair lengthened, formed braids, and also turned purple. Her human ears moved upward on her head and became ponted. Her nose elongated, and the tip grew darker. White fur grew over her body as she stood tiptoed on her fox paws. Her nine fluffy fox tails unfurled behind her. Even her scent changed from vanilla and sandalwood to warm musk and sweet amber.

Niji-iro Murasaki spoke once more into her ring, in a voice higher than Lyra's, "I shall do as you say. Exfiltrating in fifteen." She shifted forms once more, keeping her hair, eyes, height, and dress the same, but changing her shape into that of a young human Tian-Min woman: her default tailless form.

Reaching into a hidden pocket in her dress, Murasaki's fingers met with her coinpurse of holding. She opened the clasp and pulled out a magical quick wig to disguise her unique purple locks, covering them with a facade of a neat yet nondescript medium bob in dark brown.

Murasaki grumbled to herself, "I hate this job," as she navigated her way back to the manor in search of a secluded broom closet in which she could spend ten minutes uninterrupted. She passed by a few people in the hallways, but most did not give her so much as a second glance.

Soon, she found a suitable closet down a hallway with no traffic. Shutting herself inside, she pulled her spell components out of a hidden pocket in her dress and began the ten-minute casting of the teleport spell that would return her to Absalom.

To be continued....

[raspberrysmoon]

soooo @rtcshipweeks day 13 is t4t... i give you t4t blackrose with transfem constance and newly cracked transmasc ocean

also this was written and 2am and subsequently edited later, so pls excuse (and point out) any typos or capital letters lol

ocean didn’t care for paying attention to herself much. if she could work, it didn’t matter.

until the cyclone.

something about the warehouse- and the weeks afterward in the hospital changed her. for the first time since she started school, she was alone with only her own thoughts.

and it certainly wasn’t fun.

the longer she thought, the less she comfortable she became. her skin began to itch, and she could feel the heat of tears on her cheeks if she laid silent for too long. she thought, at first, that she could outrun this. she started writing, drawing, she started using duolingo and had her mom bring in her crochet basket from a few years ago.

but eventually her hands started to hurt, and she ran out of tries.

and it came back.

so she started watching shows and movies. she would ask the choir for recommendations and add them to a list that she finished every week, if not less. she watched anything she could get on netflix, and started to comb through hulu and disney+ as well. it only lasted a few weeks, though. she practically finished everything she could bear to watch.

and it came back. as soon as she let the room go silent, it was back.

and so, music. she made playlist after playlist, about her friends, her family, other classmates, activities and even teachers and their classes. she started trying to write out popular songs, and she would write out lyrics how she heard them and check it against the official lyrics.

she tried to learn about cars, and history, and religions, and food. she quickly became able to hold a conversation with mischa in ukrainian, and watched noels french movies and understood them. she started trying to learn mandarin, even.

but it didn’t work. and the itch came back.

and after months of trying to ignore it, she broke. she clawed at her arms, her thighs, her stomach- anything she could reach, really. she never felt the sob bubble in her throat when she scratched, but when she stopped she felt her throat close, and her chest tighten.

but she had to stop. every time, she had to stop. nurses would see marks if she made them, and her friends would notice if she started to hide her arms from them.

and every time, she clamped a hand over her mouth to stifle the pathetic whimper that escaped her when she released her skin.

she kept up a routine, for a while. she would wait until everyone else was asleep, and she would scratch. not too much, but enough to hurt. she would muffle her cries as she fell asleep, and wake up the next morning exhausted, and blame it on her healing wounds.

but it couldn’t last forever. she knew that, deep down. someone would find her, or hear her, or she would scratch too hard and leave a mark.

and sure enough, she hit two of three boxes. always the overachiever.

“ocean?” constance. “are you okay?”

she dug her nails into her wrist with a muffled hiss. “i’m okay! just struggling to fall asleep, is all.”

constance rounded the curtain slowly. “are you sure?”

ocean pushed her wrist down, keeping her nails pressed into it. “yep! i think i'm right at the lull between pain med doses.” she forced a grin, praying silently that her friend would leave.

instead constance looked at oceans hands. “why do you always do that?” she asked softly, “i hear you at night sometimes.”

ocean shrugged, careful not to release the pressure. “my arm itches sometimes.” she lied smoothly, “i scratch it.”

“you only ever do it at night after everyone else is asleep,” constance pointed out quietly, “does it only itch at night?”

ocean nodded slowly. that was a good lie to use, actually. it was partially true, even, so it wasn’t really even a lie.

only a half-truth.

“i’m sure you could ask for anti-itch cream.” she murmured, walking over and gently taking oceans wrist. constance pulled at her fingers until she let up pressure and ocean choked on a half-sob.

constances head shot up in alarm, and ocean tugged her arm away, pulling tight to her torso.

“really, connie, i’m okay.” ocean promised softly, “you should go back to bed.”

constance nearly scoffed at her. “like i’m going to bed when you’re hurting.”

ocean shook her head. “i’m okay. it just.. itches sometimes. when it’s quiet like this.” also technically not a lie. she really was doing fine, and it really did just itch sometimes. it just.. hurt to not itch.

constance sighed, “scoot over. we’re having a sleepover tonight.”

and tonight turned into a week and a half. a week and a half of ocean carefully waiting until she knew her friend was asleep before scratching lightly and falling asleep.

she was okay. she was perfectly fine with this routine. until, of course, she wasn’t.

she woke up shaking. her whole body. all she could think about was the itch, and scratching at herself didn’t help. nobody noticed until she failed to keep her first sob quiet. constance rounded the corner, and ocean shattered in her best friends arms.

she sobbed for what felt like hours. she could distantly feel constance pinning her hands apart, but she couldn’t even bring herself to fight it.

constance. she had mentioned, once, how dysphoria felt. she said it felt like ants, or fire, crawling under her skin. ocean could feel the ants. and they were certainly crawling.

she cried herself to sleep in constances arms that morning. and she had quite the dream.

“river! dude, we’re gonna be late.” noel pushed open the door of the bedroom.

river hummed, adjusting his hair for the fifteenth time that night. “i know- just give me another minute.”

he could hear noels eye roll, and a hand soon came to rest of his hip, turning him away from the mirror. noel reached up with a small sigh, tucking a stray piece of hair into place and smoothing down rivers collar.

“i promise, riv, you look amazing.” he giggled a bit to himself, “constance is going to drop dead when she sees you.”

river bit his lip, looking back to the mirror. he couldn’t say he looked bad in the deep purple velvet of his suit jacket, but compared to noel in his sparkly, bright red dress, he looked like nothing.

"okay, lets go."

short, fiery red hair, pale hazel eyes and too many freckles. river. what a name. ocean chewed on her lip, thinking back to the boy in the suit.

the gift of prophecy is more often a curse. A curse of disbelief, denial and banishment.

river o'connell rosenberg. that was a name she quite liked, actually.

river bit his lip.

ocean bit her lip.

river bit his lip.

maybe this is what constance meant when she talked about the click. the itch calmed a little. river pressed a hand into his arm. the itch, once in his arms and legs and stomach, settled itself in his chest. he closed his eyes, pressing a hand in the middle of his rib cage.

he allowed the itch to be. a reminder of himself. of river, and of ocean, though she certainly wasn’t gone.

he settled deeper into constances arms, and waited for her to wake.

when she did, he'd sit up, hold her hand, and ask her a question.

how did you know you were trans? specifically that, i mean. how did you know it wasn’t something else?

and constance would shrug. it felt the best, she told him quietly, it felt less like a box, and more like a building. like a home.

he'd pause, and let himself think for a moment. how would you feel if i was trans?

constance would hum. you’re my best friend, she'd say simply, you couldn’t change that if you tried.

can you call me river? he'd whisper, letting his gaze drop to their hands, now intertwined.

i'd call you anything you wanted me to, river. she'd promise.

and for once, river believed her.

[fishedeyelenz]

*as usual jumps right into the window*

Someday I'll-... Come in through the front door, I promise.

SO

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Please PLEASE PLEASEEEEE FOR OLD ATTIC RAT PLS PLS PLS if it's okay.

Ehehehe it's alright, my front door is always locked anyways/j

fuck im on desktop so i will have to write them out

Heart- Ough yes the the old man has gotten injuries, that have left scars, though, they are very faded by now. I mean, the last ones he got were at least a decade ago, from scuffles in psych wards (mostly him getting caught in the crossfire) But as you can guess, most of his scars are from his childhood :( yeah, his parents favorite form of "discipline" was capital punishment, and there were times where they didn't care if it left a scar. Also, when he got to the psych ward there were probably restrictive methods that were used that probably left scars on his wrists, ankles... Also self inflicted wounds, both on purpose and accidental... also random scrapes or scratched that got infected... yeah there sure are a lot huh? They are mostly on his back and arms... also thighs... But anywhere basically lol somehow his face survived more or less. But! He hasn't received any mayor scaring in a long while so that's good!!! A lot of the injuries were very severe, especially the ones that got infected, but like a weed, he pulled through lol

Lolipop- Yeah, a bit manipulable, but not that much anymore... Like he has some secrets you could never manipulate out of him, but otherwise, yeah it's kinda easy to get him to do want if you express positive feelings towards him... But he kinda knows this about himself, and that's one of the reasons he isolates himself so much. Doesn't want to get used or to get his feelings hurt. Has gotten wiser about that, but he also knows now that when he is in his more... mentally unstable moods he is a lot more prone to get manipulated. So, people are kept at arms length :/

Teddy bear- Oh where to start. Ever since he got to living on his own his collection of plushies and blankets and pillows has been growing. A lot of stuffed toys, but most particularly a crocheted cat he made himself and stuffed pig he broke out won from a claw machine <333 Also has rings and necklaces he likes to stim with which also serve that purpose. Also has some woolen socks he adores. Also ofc his sweaters and vests, but to a smaller extent than they were when he was younger <333