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Ch. 55 // Honey, You’ve Got A Big Storm Comin’!  Part 2 // Day 43

Contents (Warnings): Who are you? (ANGST, and character/monster info). @nebbynebbu (FOR GIVING ME THIS BANGER TITLE!!)

Wordcount: 1,300+ (This is the rest).

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(Nov. 5th, Saturday)  

My brain subdued my words. Instead, a stringent breath replaced them. Those two months of work will go out the window if I say it. 

The thought revolted me, and I let my heart pump them forward. "Charletta, you're marrying a monster!" 

The desperation scratched my throat as my voice left. What if I'm crazy. What if all this time everything was normal? Would they even believe me? I know what you're thinking.

I waited for Charletta to be offended by my statement.

My eyes hurried to focus on the person who moved, Wicks. He got in front of me and grabbed my forearms. He firmly held them, and his distressed hazel eyes bounced around my form. Then, he looked to those in silenced shock and back to me. 

"How did you KNOW that?"

"I-" I met his gaze and lifted my trembling finger. I pointed at the male with his bangs constantly hiding his eyes, Drake and the terrifying, never satiated half wendigo, Xander, "I work with them." 

He followed it and locked onto the two still standing. His fingers gripped tighter, and I could feel his anger rise. NO, you can't fight them!

Then I was hit again by a spark of light in Wicks's eyes. Fright made me break his grip.

"Wicks." The astringent tone yanked everyone's attention. The heavily scarred Padre stood in the doorway of the kitchen. Charletta and her fiancé waited behind him. The chill of his scowl caught me as much as it did Wicks. 

He rarely aimed it at anyone.

Madre came out from popped around him and walked toward us. 

"Lyn, ven aquí."

I ran to her reflexively, and her arm laced over my shoulder, protectively.

She escorted me through the kitchen where we passed my sister, who looked like she wanted to reach out to me. And her fiancé, whom I now knew, was Ulysses. 

I heard the chatter return when we got far enough away. I paced beside Madre through the butler's pantry and dining room.

My thoughts started to return. Why are we leaving them alone? Is it going to be okay? 

I spoke, "we can't leave them, madre." 

"Lyn, Estará bien." The ease and calmness caressed my heart. 

I fought it. "It's not good. They shouldn't be there alone with them!"

I stopped at the stairs that led up. 

She took the first step up, grabbed the railing, and turned back. "Trust me, Lyn. We can talk upstairs."

My body hesitated. I feared what might happen, I didn't know if Drake's family would attack them. Or if Alexander and his dad would help them. She called to me again and I followed my Madre.

The spiral stairs were hypnotizing. I found myself fixated on the mahogany railing and the rhythmic tap of our shoes. We climbed higher and higher. Wicks isn't normal. How did I not know? Is Madre normal? Is Padre? Charletta? Anyone I ever knew? Was I always surrounded by monsters? How was I this stupid? 

I didn't realize we had made it to the second floor. 

"Lyn." She had moved ahead and waited at the door across from the stairs. She held it open for me, and I stiffly went. She came in after me, fixed the collar of her black blouse, and opened her mouth to talk. 

I beat her, not yet turned. "Is Wicks a magus?" I stared out the large window and awaited her response. It's curtains remained open. It let me look over the dark colors casted on the horizon. The sun was setting.

"Yes." The clack of her heels came out louder than her. She went around me.

"How? What happened? This is new, right?" I said with the same fleeting light. How would I have not noticed? It was the only light our room had.

"He's been a magus since I had him," her throat thrummed. "We all are magus's."

No, no, no, no. You're lying.

"You can't..." I flicked to her. She pat the side of the bed next to her. I rejected it, "you're imposters! You all can't be magus's! That doesn't make any sense!" My eyes went to the vanity next to me, I could see her reflected in the mirror. "How would I not know! I-" I saw and felt my eyes welling up. "I-i-i'd know."

"Lyn, Ven a sentarte conmigo." She patted the same spot.

"You lied to me." My tears burst down my cheeks. 

She put a hand to her own mouth. I disregarded the wet shine in her eyes, "No queríamos que te sintieras solo."

"I'm ALREA-" My voice cracked; it hurt. "alone." Even though I said it, it still weighed in my throat. A lump that refused to leave.

She got up, "Lyn, you're not alone." She approached, and I backed into the door.

"How could you keep something like this from me?" That monsters and magic exist? I knew nothing! Now you're telling me you have some secret life?! I strained my voice. "YOU, PADRE, CHARLETTA-" I threw my hands out, "my own brother-" 

She held her hands out. "I didn't mean to keep it from you-" I kept her from touching me. 

There was a desperation in her eyes, a want to hold me that I denied relentlessly. 

"THEN WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME!" 

Her vocals choked and frustration made her shout, "BECAUSE I DIDN'T WANT TO LOSE YOU!" 

"That's not-"

She cut me off.

"What would you have done if I told you, Lyn?" She asked.

My mind was at a loss. "I should have been told!"

I felt the sting of the streaks down her face, "You felt alienated already, right? Like you never belonged with us." I watched her between the blurriness. She bit at her quivering lip. "How could we do that to you! Why would we want to make you feel more alone."

I couldn't say a word. She moved closer.

"I told them not to. I told them to hide it from you. If you're mad be mad at me." Madre put her hands up to touch my face. I let her move her fingers across my cheeks and wipe away my never-ending tears. "I wanted you to live a normal life and be happy." 

I lost my will to fight. She wrapped her arms around me so warmly. 

"We didn't expect Charletta to get married to a monster. When we found out, we planned to tell you." Her tremble confessed in my ear. "Quería que tuvieras la edad suficiente para escucharlo."

Old enough? I rested my head on her shoulder. I knew it, deep down, she was right. I wouldn't have stayed, I wouldn't be here if they told me something like that after... The tears wouldn't stop. 

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@the-tiny-lurker for being pretty much right and coming in with this SO far back. Magus's are not quite monsters but given their terrifying magic potential they are considered them in the monster community.

I know other people guessed it as well, but I got a lot of those confirmations verbally, so I couldn't screenshot them! And they were technically first!

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What I’d do for a Livable Income (Synopsis/Chapter - List)

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I was claimed by Daryl Fucking Dixon NSFW 18+ Daryl Dixon & Reader

Summary: 

Your sick of waiting for Daryl to make a move or even speak to you and decide to dress up to do your chores hoping you’ll catch his eye.

You manage more than that He gets jealous when other men/ and one woman ;) show an interest and he admits he’s wanted you all this time an roughly claims you.

*Heyyy to anyone who reads this! If anyone reads this Haha, This is my first ever attempt at fan fic and it kind of got away from me and is a lot more intense than i thought it would be! If there’s anything you don’t like about this please feel free to tell me! I’d love to improve for my next one :) Hope y’all are having a great day wherever you are :)*

How long had it been? Since the end of it all? 

Since all those carefree nights we used to stay up drink, party & Fuck. 

Months? Years? 

It felt like all time stood still when He found me. 

I was alone, Terrified & hiding in an abandoned liquor store when I heard them, I Snuck to the window and saw the biggest herd of walkers I had ever seen. I made sure all the bottle’s i had scavenged were wrapped up in my clothes to dampen the noise and waited for a break in the herd so I could make a run for it to my bike just across the road. After what felt like hours there it was my chance i put my hand on the door handle but before I was even able to twitch the handle,  I felt a hand clamp over my mouth and drag me backwards away from my chance of escape. 

“Fuck you think your doin girl, Tryna get yourself eaten!” I stared up at the man before me with his hand still over my mouth. His angry eyes met mine and I stopped fighting gazing up into those piercing blue eyes. That was the last thing I saw before the pistol came down on my temple. 

I woke with a bag over my head and my wrists bound, I was in a car and I could hear the engine stopping and the brakes kicking in ‘Shit’ . I thought I had no time to think of a way out of this. Two doors slammed shut and I could hear two men arguing.

“Answer me, Fuck did you hit her for Merle. She’s only a girl she couldn’t av ‘urt us, She looked me in ma eyes. There was no fight just fear” 

“Bitch had it comin Daryl, Tryna kill hersel and take us with her” 

“Did’n even no we were there, Or are you that shit of a hunter yous unable to sneak up on people naw, Stop being an asshole and get the fuck outta ma way” 

The car boot opened and someone lifted me out by putting a hand under my knees and one under my head cradling me, he held me tightly with my head in his chest. I inhaled and could smell his manly scent, It was intoxicating, He held me for a moment more before he set on my feet; next the bag was ripped off my face. Instinctively I winced waiting to see if the light would blind me but all was still dark around and i could see we were in a forest.  The man with the mesmerising eyes gripped my arm and started walking me into the woods. 

A logical person would feel fear at this point but there was something about those eyes, I just trusted him.

“Got a lil way’s to go, ya ok walkin? Or you need me to carry you rest of the ways?” His southern drawl mixed with those blue eyes made my knees go weak. I stumbled slightly then stood again and kept one foot in front of the other. I nodded to the man that I was ok and kept going. 

Fifteen minutes later we arrived at the edge of a camp, A few people rushed forward “Shit what happened to her?” “Has she been bit?” “Why is her head covered in blood?” “Where did you find her?”

Daryl rolled his eyes and replied “Merle, No she aint, Merle again annnd liquor store.” He said the last answer with a smirk. 

I scowled at the pair and dropped my mouth open to throw a few choice words their way when I was stopped by Merle grabbing me and spinning me round to face him, He moved some hair out of my face, fingers lingering near my mouth and said.

“Girl looks mighty fine to me, Pretty face not messed up, not one bit! And I do love me a pretty face sweetheart” he winked at me moving his hand from my mouth to my throat he pulled me close to him wrapping his other arm around my back to pull our pelvises close together so I could feel his growing erection against my stomach. “How about it honey” He said winking again  

I drew my head back with the intention of smashing his nose, When we were tackled to the floor Merle was pulled away from me and i rolled onto my back and back on to my feet, I looked back at the two brothers and saw Daryl’s hand smashing into his brothers face whilst he was shouting “I’ll mess up your face you asshole” 

Daryl was dragged off Merle by two men, Merle got to his feet and laughed “It’s allllll good baby bro, I’ll forget about this, this time. I know how feral you get when you see a pussy you wanna claim.”

Daryl locked eyes with me as Merle said this then spat at the ground at Merle’s Feet He picked up his crossbow off the ground and stormed off towards the woods shouting “Man forget ya, I had enough of your shit for one night” over his shoulder. 

That was months ago now, That night the group took me in and took care of me and I took care of them. We moved from the original camp to the CDC then a farm and now we are in a prison in Georgia. The prison has been good to us so far, there was that run in with a crazy guy who called himself the governor and we lost a few of our family. But we persevered and built this place into a home and soon started bringing in new people to help run our home and join our family. 

In the time i had been with this group i had noticed there were a lot of frustrated people here, Especially the men, I can’t get through a day without some proposition or another. I also can’t say that I didn't enjoy the attention, It had been awhile since I had felt another's hands on my body and I craved it, I craved it more than air at times and the person I craved it the most from had decided to pretend I didn't exist. But that didn’t stop me from going to bed each night with my wandering hands and relieving my aching pussy with the thoughts of his hands exploring my body and that voice groaning in my ear. Hit the spot every time. 

There had been a few men that had caught my attention but after a few conversations and meet ups with each they all started to pretend i didn’t exist the same as he had. I didn’t even get so much as a kiss from any of the fuckers and when i decided to confront them and ask why they refused to tell me and walked away. 

It had hit summer here and i had hit my breaking point, I’d had enough of being passed over and wasn’t going to take this shit anymore, I was going to make them all regret not taking me up on the opportunity when it was there for the taking.

I woke early for my shift in the fields the next morning, Still thoroughly determined to set my plan in motion I grabbed my knife and a set of clothes and set to work. I cut most of the legs off my jeans and the sleeves from my Tartan shirt. I pulled the jean shorts on and folded the legs over so they became tighter and pushed my already perky ass up. I then pulled my shirt on forgoing the usual under shirt and tied the two sides closed in a knot above my belly button so my slim waist was on display. I buttoned one button above the knot so that not too much of my bra was showing; Turning it from slutty to sexy. I pulled on my best brown cowboy boots. Combed my hair out. I was very lucky to have thick wavy hair that rarely required me doing anything with it. I just let it dry and brush, I grabbed Maggie’s make up bag and applied a small amount of make up just to accentuate my natural features.Smiling at myself in the mirror this was perfect, Let's see that southern shit ignore me now. Or any of the others for the matter. 

I sauntered out of my cell into the main block and walked the long way through the middle of everyone taking extra care to have a bounce in my step to make my boobs bounce nicely and swayed my hips more to make my ass jiggle as I walked. I greeted everyone in the same way i usually would with cheery “Good Morning’s” Instantly i felt eyes roaming my body and not just the male’s which made me grin I was happy either way. A few let out low whistles and I winked in return. This felt great. I want to feel this way every day, my pussy had soaked my panties by the time I had made it out of the block and into the yard I was panting with need. 

I took a few minutes to calm my breathing before continuing out towards the field, I glanced at the guard tower to make sure he was here today keeping watch, When i saw his leather vest and his longish wavy hair my breath quickened again, Shit it was going to be hard to get through today without a little relief, It took everything i had not to rush up the guard tower and beg him for it, Instead i continued over to the field, waiting until i was in his vision before looking up smiling and waving. Sure enough there he was binoculars in his hand staring down at me. I grinned again, wiggled my fingers at him and sauntered away from the tower. 

Luck was with me today and I was set to work on the potatoes which were planted in a perfect view of the guard house. I made sure to always face the tower when just sitting working so he had the frontal view and when I needed to bend up or down I turned my back to him so he got a great view of my ass. Everything I did that day I made sure to find some way to make it sexier. More than a few men came to bring me water or talk to me that day i gave each of them a big grin, Laughed and put my hand on their arms and send them on their way enough to make them feel there could be a chance, I felt Fucking powerful. 

At the end of the day i saw Maggie making her way over to me with a backpack over her shoulder, “Y/N I gots you a gift” she said in a sing song voice “from Merle of all people” she laughed and pulled out two big bottles of Merle’s special moonshine “I guess someone saw your production today sugar” She giggled a bit more handed you a bottle and settled down on the grass next to you. 

Daryl

Ever since Merle and me brought Y/N back to the group with us she’s been a literal pain in my pants, I'm surprised my cock was even capable of a hard on at this point as it feels like it hasn't gone down in months. So far i have managed to stay away from her as i wasn’ gonna let no bitch get the better of me and i wasn’ going to let fuckin Merle be right. 

My mind wandered back to her again when i started my shift in the guard tower that morning, I considered going into the office to rub one out but decided i'd be on the balcony waiting, I always made sure i got the shifts in this tower when she was being put in the fields, Watching her sweating down there in the heat was good enough to get me off later in the night when i was alone in the office. I lived out of this tower now as I liked it better alone even now with Merle being back in the prison, I didn’ need his shit talking around me at all hours. Not when I had my own entertainment. 

There she was right on time to interrupt me from my thoughts, Holy shit what was she fucking wearing. I grabbed my binoculars to get a closer look, When i found her again with them she was almost fucking naked by the looks of it! In tiny shorts and an even smaller top, From this vantage point i had the best view straight in her bra, I kept my eyes on her all day fuck the perimeter it’ll be fine and i’m sure some weak ass will scream and let me know. 

I watched her all day as she wiggled her hips and wiped the sweat from her chest, Turns out i wasn’t the only one watching even guys I've fuckin told before to stay away come flocking, What don’t the asshole’s understand about “i’m always fuckin watchin” by her quitting time it wasn’t just my dick that was rock hard and throbbin but also the vein in my temple that tells me i’m about to snap.

Balling my fists up i wait for her to start walking back but Maggie fuckin Greene starts walking towards her, Fuck sake. I send the next watch away and tell them ill radio to come back. I wasn’t allowing no fucker to have this view. I watched as Maggie sat down in the grass with Y/N and pulled out two large bottles. I grabbed the binoculars again. Fuckin Merle! That’s his shine if i ever saw it. Making a mental note to smack that bastard later for this. Now everyone had gone back inside it was deadly silent out here which meant their voices were carrying more than they knew and i could hear every word. I settled back down and watched the girls for a while biding my time. 

Y/N

You both look at each other with a glint in your eyes, Pop the tops off your bottles and start downing it. Maggie comes up for air first. Dropping my bottle and swallowing the harsh liquid i Cheer in celebration and yell a little too loud “that Merle may be an asshole but he sure makes some good hooch” 

“Sooooo ya had any bites today?” Maggie grins winking at you. “Yeah but not the one i want, He’s so fucking frustrating. I think I've noticed him watching me more today than he has the entire time i’ve known him” I sigh. 

“You know he's got a huge thing for you or he wouldn’t be acting like this”  Maggie Giggled. “But then who in this friggin place doesn’t especially after today! You even made my breath hitch never mind poor Glenn who had to get a shower!” “Ugh maggie he’s your guy why the hell is he looking at me!” I grimaced. She put her hand on my thigh and winked at me again “He’s got my permission, don't worry it spices things up a little” I didn’t move her hand just enjoyed the feeling of her fingers running up and down the inside of my thigh.

We both downed more of Merle’s hooch giggling and the conversation turned to a debate on the size of Daryl's dick. I lick my lips promising to tell her if I ever get my hands on it. The conversation is turning more and more heated as her hand is getting closer and closer to my throbbing core. She’s getting that close now I’m sure she can probably feel the heat coming from it.  As we are getting close to the bottom of our bottles and really starting to feel the effect Maggie still with one hand on my thigh leans close to my face and whispers “He’s stayed up there watching past his shift. Let's give him something to see hmm?” As she’s finishing the end of her sentence I bridge the gap between us and meet her lips with mine. I bring my hand up to her hair and pull her closer into me, deepening the kiss Moaning into her lips. 

Daryl 

When the girls first started chatting i wanted to find out who they could be talkin about and punch the prick out till i heard my name and if my ears weren't already prickling up they definitely were now, He heard Y/N promise Maggie that if she sees ma dick she will tell her how big. He bites his lip and decides he’ll help her keep that promise. 

He picks his binoculars back up and notices Maggie's hand running up and down Y/N’s thigh. If there were two people he thought he wouldn’t have to warn away, it would have been Glenn and Maggie and they pick a night that he’s mad as hell to change his mind about that? 

He brings one hand to his aching dick giving it a few tugs through his pants to relieve some of the pressure and brings his eyes back to them just as he sees the girls lean into each other, Shit! Shit! He doesn’t know whether to run down there and interrupt finally or let them continue. Y/N pushes Maggie to lay her fully down and straddles her hips, I grabbed my radio and called for the replacement as i couldn’t take much more.

While i waited for the lazy shit to get here i watched Y/N & Maggie get even more heated and their hands exploring each other the moaning reaching me in the tower, I look to my right and see Glenn watching from behind one of the buildings hands and lower half suspiciously hidden.

Ah hell no fuck this tower! Daryl reaches over the side and grabs the pipe work swings himself over and uses it to get down quickly. As he hits the bottom his replacement is strolling over he grabs him by the scruff of his shirt blocking his view into the field. “Put ya lazy ass in that office and don’t fuckin leave till i come back and tell ya, ya can leave. Ya fuckin hear me?” I growl at him. The kid runs into the office in the tower. I spin around pretending not to see Glenn hiding there, I ran across the field towards the girls and as i reached them i let my shadow fall over them. 

Y/N

From where i am lay on top of Maggie i watch as Daryl slides down the side of the watch tower and charges over to us, I smile against Maggie's lips when he gets closer i moan feeling her hand snake its way into my bra, Were both panting loudly and moaning when his shadow falls over us. 

He clears his throat next thinking we hadn’t noticed him there. Maggie moves her mouth to my neck and I let out another moan but this time I raise my eyes to his and lick my bottom lip not breaking eye contact. 

“Come with me...NAW” Daryl growls and grabs my arms and pulls me off and up. Maggie looks at him and pouts “oh boo Daryl always gotta ruin our fun” I wave to Maggie giggling as he starts to drag me across the field. 

“What the fuck Daryl” I try to push him off my arm but his hands are unyielding. “Shut the fuck up ill deal with ya in a minute” He growls and pushes me up against the wall of a building stares longingly into my eyes then darts his arm out and smashes someone’s head into the wall. “Didn’t think id have to fuckin warn ya Glenn, Thought it was pretty fuckin obvious. Don't let me catch ya ass again” he grabs my arm again and drags me across the court yard until we reach a secluded spot, He slams my back up another wall and presses his body up against mine keeping me pinned between him and the wall. 

“What you think you’ve been doing girl, Flaunting your shit all day for any man to beat his meat too?” 

I squirm under his gaze, Shit i think i actually pissed him off, Definitely not the emotion i was going for!

“You think i’m gonna sit by and let tha happen?” 

I find my voice, “What do you mean, You won’t let something happen. You’re not the boss of me!” you say glaring back at him, If he wants to play the pissed off game he won’t be playin it alone.

“Ya know exactly what i mean! I’ll show you who the fuckin boss Y/N” He said, pressing his hips harder into mine. I try to suppress my moan. His eye’s darken even more hearing me moan for him now. 

“Who do you think told those pricks to back the fuck away from you, They wouldn’t of just left you alone on their own naw, they needed some rough persuasion Y/N” 

I glare at him again and he pushes his hips back into mine again.”Ya gonna learn yet? Every time you glare at me, ill smash my dick into that dirty clit o urs” He explains with a wink. 

Not knowing how to respond to that You ask “You’re the reason no man looks at me anymore? What fucking business is it of yours”

“Hell fuckin yeah i am” He says with a smirk “No one will dare ya touch you if I've claimed ya, So i did” “Naw I’ve claimed you, I’ve made it very clear if anyone touches you they’ll lose a fuckin arm” He growled

“For fuck sake Daryl! You can’t just put claims on a girl you don’t even give a fuck about” I said with a snarl.

“I give a fuck, Just didn’ want ya to know i gave a fuck, I enjoyed watchin ya squirm... but ya forced ma hand and naw... Well naw i aint gonna be gentle bout it”

You close your eyes tight, If he hadn’t of “claimed” me i would be in heaven now but learning that he’s behind your dry well makes you so mad. 

“This what you were trying to get huh?” “I would of thought twice before you pulled this shit, I aint no gentle man” she breathed into her ear. His gravelly voice driving me crazy. 

I look him in the eyes and shove him hard, running back to the cell block. I took a breather when i got through the door and realised he hadn’t followed me. As i was walking past the showers a hand darted out and pulled me inside. 

“Woah what the fuck” I gasped as I felt a hand move over my ass and pull me against him, Jees i need to wear this outfit more often. 

I was pulled into the light and saw it was Zach who had pulled me in with him, Zach was one of the ones who daryl must of scared away. 

“Hey baby, Missed me?” he breathed at me. “How could i miss you zach i never got a chance to know you, You let that asshole scare you away” I said hurt 

“Gimmie another chance Y/N, ill show you a good time, This could be our secret. We could have some real fun and piss that hillbilly asshole off” He squeezes me tighter to him. 

“Gerrof Zach if your too pussy to pursue someone when warned of by a man I’ve only ever spoken to once then you’re not a guy i want any fucking part of”

“Awww c’mon you don’t mean that” he grips the back of my head and pushes his lips to mine i tried to fight him off be but he had too tight of a grip. 

A low growl came from the doorway “I believe she said to get ya bitch ass hands off her” Zach jumped back like someone had shocked him when he heard the voice. Daryl walked forward and put his arm round my shoulder “an i believe i told ya to not even look at her again bitch” His voice gets louder “Tell me asshole what did i say i was gonna do to ya?” 

H waited a moment staring at Zack “Hmm to fuckin scared to answer?” he walks forward and punches him rapidly in the face Zack goes sprawling across the shower floor. Daryl stands over him and threatens “it’ll be worse next time if you don listen to me and come near ma girl again”

Daryl turns and heads back to you and wraps his arm around your shoulders again “Bet Ya glad i claimed you now” I nod slightly. I squirm out of his arms and run back to my cell, my hooch high still buzzing in my mind. Thank god without this how could i be this brave? I smile when I get to my cell wondering how long it will take him to catch me. 

I  barely had time to catch my breath before i felt him, He made no noise whatsoever like a hunter closing in on his prey.Whenever he was near me it felt like my entire body was electrified and tuned only to him. 

I spun around and my breath hitched in my throat at the sight of that venomous glare, He just stood and glared with his eye’s roaming every inch of you, You could feel every hair on your body standing to attention for him. 

In the blink of an eye he was back in front of you again pinning you back against the wall with his hand tangled in your hair, pulling your head to the side exposing your neck. 

He looks over your body panting his eyes still liquid stone, Ever glaring. I could feel the heat coming off him in waves as he studied me. His pushed his mouth next to my ear, “When i’m finished with ya, ya legs will be useless and everyone in this damn place gon know my name. An i promise you aint gon forget who’s ya are” He paused for a second staring into my eyes, “Naw take this shit off before i rip it off ya” He said pulling roughly at my shirt.

With Shaking hands i reach up and untie my shirt and push it off my shoulders, Watching his eyes grow darker as he watched. My shirt fell to the floor he grabbed the centre of my bra “All of it” He growled. I undid my bra and threw that into the corner. He looked down at my shorts seeming impatient gripped both sides and ripped them down. He came back up to me gripped my arms and pushed me further up the wall off the floor and quickly puts his legs in between mine and rests my body on them. 

He reaches forcing my head to the side again and brings his mouth down to my neck kissing and biting furiously his other hand gripping my breast roughly, Earning a loud moan from me. I reached for his shirt desperate to run my hands on him, Before my hands met their mark he had gripped my wrists pinning them above my head. 

“Ya don’t move, Touch or make a fuckin sound unless i say so, Ya hear?” I nodded eyes growing wide at his words. He let my feet touch the ground again and tore my underwear off, He bunched them up in his hand “Mmm look how wet these pantie’s are for me girl” “Open your mouth, Naw” I obediently complied letting him stuff them into my mouth, Dying to moan under his stare. 

He stepped back and let his vest fall over his shoulders and hit the floor, He then took his shirt off and used it to bind my hands together. He stood back admiring his handiwork, I Squirmed under his lustful gaze feeling myself getting wetter by the second. I watched him slowly bring his hands to his belt unfastening it then his button and zip, His pants hit the ground and he kicked them to the side. My breath went wild when I saw him in all his glory i love a man who doesn’t wear any underwear.

He lunged forward again pulling my legs over his and wrapping leg around his hips pressing his huge dick at my entrance. It was so long and thick: my mouth started salivating instantly imagining wrapping my mouth around it. 

He pulled my underwear from my mouth and growled into my ear “Scream my fucking name” as he plunged his entire length into me, The breath was forced from my lungs “shitt, Daryl!”

“Did i fuckin stutter, I said scream it” he growled again biting my neck pulling out almost of the way and plunging deep into me again. Damn did i scream this time my eyes rolling back into my head enjoying the sensation. 

“Tha’s better now ride it bitch” 

I felt raw already from his huge length and girth filling me like i’d never been filled before. Pulling my arms around his neck to steady myself i used him to pull myself back up and then down slowly trying to adjust to his size. 

His mouth met mine in a rough eager kiss, capturing my tongue with his. He pulled his mouth back to my neck and whispered “Ya don know how long i’ve been waiting for this, Tell me how much you love my dick Y/N”

“Ahh” i cried out “so much baby so much” My eyes rolling into the back of my head still rolling my hips onto him. “Naw, Tell me who you belong to” “You” I moaned “You i belong to you daryl” I panted out.��

“Louder! I want everyone in the fuckin place to know your mine” 

“Oh god, Daryl, I’m yours! Only yours” I screamed 

“Better” He smirked. He moved my arms from around his neck and released my hand’s from his shirt. He walked backwards with me still perched on him, His legs hit the end of the bed and he sunk down taking me with him. 

“Now show me how much you love this dick”

I positioned myself better over him and sunk down to the hilt slowly savouring every glorious inch of him. My eyes shot open again moaning when my clit hit his pubic bone and i started grinding harder and faster now. 

I could feel his hand’s everywhere, God i can’t believe how long i had been longing for this moment, I cried out again. He leant up on his elbows and pulled one of my nipples into his mouth nibbling, and running his nails down the inside of my thighs. The combination was pure ecstasy. I could already feel the pressure in my mound building painfully begging to be released. 

He removed his mouth from me earning a sad moan from me desperate to feel his mouth on me, He looked back at my eye’s amusement on his face. He ran both hands up to my chest again gripping almost painfully. “And these, Who do they belong to Y/N?” “You baby, All yours” i breathed shakily. I was so close when he growled again “Say my fuckin name” My wall’s started constricting against him. “Ahh god, Daryll ....fuck Daryl” His eyes shone at my words. He was even more spurned on now. He flipped us over, throwing me into the bed and pulled my hips into the air ramming harder and deeper than before. 

“Cum for me baby” He whispered in his incredible gravelly voice.

Those four words was all I needed to push me over the edge. Crying his name out again i felt the damn of pressure welled up in me from the moment I saw him burst open. I rode out my high as hard as i could against him, I collapsed to the bed and felt him slow down, My brain fuzzy from my incredible high. I tried pushing myself up on my elbows and my eyes caught another’s at the door. 

I looked down and back up rubbing my eyes, “Shit Darryl stop!” I reached for the sheets to pull them over me. There were at least 6 men gazing in, Daryl continued unperturbed. You tried putting your hand behind you trying to push at his stomach to get his attention. He captured your arm and it around your back and pulled you up against him. 

“You think I didn't know, Now tell me again who you belong to” “Daryl please!” I said trying to cover my chest. He grabbed the sheet and flung it away. 

Rick spoke up from the back Your cheeks flushed horrified they had all seen you in the throws. “I think Daryl told you to do something, He doesn’t like to be kept waiting” He said with a gleam in his eyes. You gazed around the men seeing Rick, Zack, Merle, Glenn & i wasn’t sure who else grinning enjoying the show. I was suddenly unashamed as i felt the pressure build back up dangerously high.

Daryl seeing my eyes wander over the group wrapped my hair around his wrist and pushed my head back into the bed, Ramming harder and faster than i’d ever felt before making me scream again. “Say it” he shouted at me “Ahh shit im daryl’s, You claimed me baby” He replied “And no one else is going to make you feel this good again are they?” 

“God no, Only you, Ahh so good!”

“Ya heard her '' He said addressing the men “She’s mine. Naw you can all fuck off back to your pits and keep your fucken hand’s to your selves asshole’s” You heard Merle hoot “wooowee you get it baby brother” You stomach turned grateful daryl had told them to leave, before his body pushed another orgasm out of you. 

They all turned and left as Daryl biting my ear lobe moaned into me “Now cum again for me baby” He suddenly dove his hand under me and onto my clit. 

I instantly caved again screaming into the bed. 

Feeling my second orgasm pushed him to the brink again and he jackhammered into me. Hard. Chasing his high. I pushed back furiously desperate to feel him. I moaned “Cum in me Daryl please i need to feel you” 

I felt him explode moaning my name and grinding deep into me riding it fully out” 

He collapsed on top of me breathless. We lay like that for a few minutes when I felt him going hard in me again. He pulled out and lay back on the bed pulling me into his chest his heart still pounding in his chest.

“God girl, If i’d of known you were that good a fuck, I’d of taken you that first fucking night” A relaxed grin on his face. 

He turned and took my face in his hands kissing me softly and murmured into my lips “I hope you don’t think i'm done with you yet” He winked “I aint had a girl like you in a loooong time i aint even close to done with ya” 

He rolled back onto me pulling my lip with his teeth. “Ready?” I nodded desperate to feel him again. 

God knows how many hours & Orgasms later he fell off me pulling me close into his chest again. I passed out instantly, Thoroughly exhausted. He chuckled into my hair and followed me into blissful sleep. 

When we woke the next morning his arms still tight around me, Smiling in his sleep. 

I looked over happy wishing i could stay here forever but there was work to be done. 

I slowly picked his arm up and tried to wiggle out from under it, Before i'd gotten half way those glorious muscles had flexed and pulled me straight back into him. “Morning beautiful. Hope you don’t think your going anywhere. We’ve got so much time to make up for.” He nuzzled his face into yours sweetly. You could feel him growing hard against your hip. “Don’t worry i’m feeling responsible. I’ll make it quick!” 

He fucked me again for another hour until we were both sweaty, shaky wrecks. 

I groaned and rolled to the edge of the bed and sat up trying to stand up and instantly felt my legs buckle beneath me. He was up and caught me before i came crashing down. He laughed. “Don’t say i didn’t warn you” You laughed with him. “God, I love that sound” He said, staring into my eyes and planting a sweet kiss onto my lips. He stood and started grabbing his clothes from around the room and dressing. 

“Take your time getting up, I’m back in the guard tower again today, Don’t forget what i taught you last night” He said with a wink and ducked down to kiss me. He moved to the doorway and moved the curtain turning back at me. “Oh and babe I wanna see that outfit again today, Now i know it’s all for me” He winked again and left. 

I fell back on the bed with a huge grin on my face. Holy shit I can't wait for tonight! 

[runawaymun]

hello i just finished binge-reading your fic and the stars shine the same (and the sequal ofc) and i feel kind of empty now that it's over, so do you know any good fics similar to that?

First of all thank you so much for binging through it and giving my work your time. 

Babe I'm genuinely sorry but I don't have much for you. The whole reason I wrote the fic was because I spent months (and I mean literally months) combing the internet for something like it. I combed through AO3, FF.Net, I even looked on Wattpad and Livejournal and shit but nah nothing. The vast majority that I did find in a similar vein (read: trauma recovery) made me so mad that I had to go write my own lol.

HOWEVER, I'll drop the ABSOLUTE GEMS that I did find while combing the internet looking for some good trauma recovery/found family esque LOTR content with an Elrond or Elrond adjacent theme. I come back to these a lot so you might enjoy them. If any of my followers have something to rec please please please reply to this post 'cause I'd love to read it too.

Under Strange Stars (Series) - @idrilsscribe​ - AMAZING read. Genuinely obsessed and has been one of my top favorites of all time tbh. Has some similar themes regarding slavery/trauma recovery and centers around the Peredhil fam. And the prose? Incredible legendary amazing never before seen-- 

All The Ways to Love - @thatfeanorian​ - also an incredible read. I think I binged it in one evening when I was really sad and I still come back to it. Russingon centric arranged marriage AU with Feanor being the World’s Worst Dad. Extremely painful at points but that’s why I’m here baby. The payoff is GREAT + Maedhros/Fingon is just....babe it’s so good. 

The Cilantro Incident and Other Vignettes - @jaz-the-bard - SOL kidnap fam. Comfort fic that just makes me feel very Cozy(tm). Jaz is an incredible writer and all her work is just *chef’s kiss*. If you liked my fic due to the found family aspect then HONEY YOU GOT A BIG STORM COMIN

Also yeah there is so much more coming of Beneath a Boundless Sky, don’t worry. We’ve got a long road ahead of us :) thank you so much for sticking it out with me this far!

[rpmemestorehouse]

"You Could Stop at Five or Six Stores” Starters

Change wording as needed

“Hi, my name is [Name].”

“You could stop at five or six stores, or, just one.”

“I don’t need friends, they disappoint me.”

“I feel like a deer in the headlights of love.”

“Honey, you’ve got a big storm comin’.”

“Can I ask you kind of a weird question?”

“I am the QUEEN of the universe.”

“The waves part, and they engulf me and the water is warm.”

“I can see the Statue of Liberty from here!”

“I can’t STAND IT when she touches me.”

“People say, that time heals all wounds.

“Shut up. Just shut up. Don’t say a word. I heard enough from you last night to last me a lifetime.”

“I’m about to walk out that door and explain to that man out there why I don’t have a home no more.”

“I’m not as desperate as I thought I was.”

“[Name] IS trying, and failing in a big way.”

“I saved your life, now you’re mine for life. Darling.”

“My wife has been talking about taking a vacation to Hawaii next year.”

“When I was a child, my auntie used to come to stay with us. We were a trifle wild, our spirits would just, run away with us”

“Of COURSE I’m not in love with him! He’s just convenient.”

“He’s inside the closet. I had him...stuffed.”

“Look, if we don’t leave now we’ll miss the train!”

“And by the way, the next time I send an audience research report around you better all read it! Or I will sack the fucking lot of you! Is that clear?”

“I want him, and I know you can’t keep him forever.”

“That always puts the fear of God in me.”

“That’s YOUR affair. A bum. That’s what he is. A bum!”

“Oh damn! It’s nothing! It’s stupid!”

“I bought this black dress to go with those black shoes which I forgot to pack.”

“I have six other pair of shoes, two of which are running shoes in case you’re up for a little game later.”

“Joe Banks. 82 years young, has come to this pond for the last 17 years to feed the ducks. But last month, Joe made a discovery. The ducks. Were gone.”

“What did you think I was gonna say, I mean, what, did you think, I was going to say?”

“Put brass tacks on your shoes and know. Where. To. Kick.”

“I loved him he asked me to have a baby and then I said, no. Then he got hit by a bus.”

“I’m not in love with you, I can’t pretend that I am.”

“That was when we were younger [Name], we’re not young anymore!”

“You used to be funny.”

“The man was a fool! But don’t make a MURDERER out of him!”

“Oh god...I wanna die. I want to die.”

“Other guys’ll just feed you lines! But I’ll take you to Micky DEE’SSS!!!”

“They call him “the Sandman” because he likes to put people to sleep.”

[crimsonandcloverwrites]

ok bhah ch1 reread thought dump lets goooo

@youngbloodbuzz  @romanitwontletmetagyouuuu??? thank u for writing this. in return I gift u this lightly unhinged commentary

oh the opening quote “Do you think it all meant nothing, all the longing? The longing for home?” violence

lmao ok I started this ages ago and then got distracted for a week because that’s just who I am as a person lets try that again

eddie n his glowing glasses nice we love a canon nod

ok I remember getting really emotional reading the chapter where Dani’s car died bc of what it represented to her n now I’m being reminded of it all again with the ‘poor little car’ comment oh dear we’re like 2 paragraphs in and I’m already compromised

the wavering reflection in the water in her hands..... Dani posessed by the ghost of comphet..... I am Drawing Conclusions

eddie “we can hang out more” dani “aha wouldn’t that be neat”

god the prom photo... remembering Dani’s meltdown at the prom bc she missed Jamie... I’m dying Jack I’m dying

lil palm kiss... I know u will not ever love hm that way Dani but fuck I’m a sucker for a palm kiss

lil nerd ass w her folder tabs I love her

god the tone of this is so comforting like I can just hang out n imagine each scene progressing so naturally. wish I did not have to suffer emotionally at the same time but at least it’s a smooth read

Dani feeling like an invader amongst all the physical representations of her relationship w eddie BABY U DON’T HAVE TO LIVE THIS WAY STOP LETTING OTHER PEOPLE INFLUENCE UR LIFE AND RUIN UR HAPPINESS

“Hannah Grose, seamlessly elegant” yes

Hannah: congrats on ur engagement. Dani, with tears in her eyes: thank

Dani relaxing when they’re talking about teaching pls I love her love for it so much

Dani at the blackboard with the “Miss, Ms?” confusion now I am thinking about the Ted Moseby professor/proffessor scene. HIMYM my beloved

mikeyyyy my boy

the image of Dani w chalk dust on her skirt is v endearing.

oooh the library trip gay foreshadowing yes

wait the silver stars on his backpack......... cup of stars crying time

Mikey correcting her on his name when she was the one to give him the nickname in the first place... feeling some kind of way

Dani fostering the talents she sees in her kids is so sweet and mikey shy lil math genuis is also so sweet pls i love this duo

i do wonder if part of her is like I know a Mikey Taylor but I literally refuse to believe it is the same one bc his sister broke my heart and we are absolutely not in the business of confronting hard feelings in this house!!

keys on a lanyard... ok lesbian

“You’re still here?” the love I have for canon lines being used when I can hear them being said in my head

awww bonding over Wonder Woman. cute!!!! When Dani becomes Mikey’s official second mum (everyone be quiet I am manifesting) my heart will explode

eddie ur really just gonna rock up and toot at her. jail for 1000 years

ooohhh Dani is Realising who the sister is. honey you got a big storm comin. oof (the ‘wonder woman punching stars out of her foes” to “dani feeling like she’s just recieved a blow to the ribs.” the cinnamontography). aw baby :(

“Jamie. Jamie, here. Jamie, home.” please i am thinking about her last letter and I am not strong enough

“Somehow Eddie didn’t notice.” sum up a relationship in a sentence

“Jamie would appear, as if summoned by the gravity of Dani’s pounding heart” fuck this hits on so many levels I need to go think about my life for 45mins

CARSON MY BOY. in his studded leather. a fashionable gay never loses.

I looove how soft n caring Dani n Carson are with each other thank gods she has him.

DID WE EVER FIND OUT WHAT HAPPENED BETWEEN CARSON AND JASON MY SPIDEY SENSES ARE STILL TINGLING FROM READING THIS THE FIRST TIME

god this post is already so long n I’m only halfway through why do I have so many silly thoughts

god just the... expectations of affection from her by eddie w that placating cheek kiss she gives him is like... I cannot imagine Jamie ever asking that from her in the same way even when they are in a relationship!!! and it’s not even wrong of him to do that??? but it’s just a lot to think about the kind of person Dani makes herself to be to stay with him vs the kind of person Jamie lets her be by not expecting anything of her. they’re such opposites

dani not even feeling at home in her own (former) home pls when is she going to find a soft place to land (it’s also making me think v hard about the title like... the haunting of Dani and Jamie’s relationship (and what that represents for Dani) on Dani’s whole life and Jamie coming home and bringing that to Dani’s doorstep. resurecting a ghost so to speak........ too many homes to think about. I don’t know if I fully understand but I am Thinking)

dani and her inhaler... asthmatic bitches represent

oh my god not the box of memories. been trying to erase that from my own for weeks now let me live

ooh the line about her feeling like an archaeologist at the start of this section and then her ‘exhuming the past’ w the photos of her n Jamie i love a consistent narrative.

THE MIXTAPE. THE MIXTAPE. is there a playlist for this chapter I would like to take that aural journey

oh no i cannot remember where the flower comes from but aahhh this box of memories pain.

this description of carson in a tight white undershirt tucked into his jeans makes me think of freddie mercury. didn’t mean to make you cry etc

lmao Dani trying to get info from Judy abt Jamie in a roundabout way... international superspy she is not

Dani entirely uncomfy in church... i feel it. godd the repression of it all w the movie and the feelings and the Jamie-influence on the feelings my heart hurts.

God knowing how much Judy loves her but the weight of that love also stifling her... pain

they’ve really got her all shacked up w a house and a husband and a kid on the way can we let the girl be a lesbian in peace (also lowkey hoping Dani gets some time on her own at some point no Eddie no Jamie no weight of expectations pls she needs it we all need it)

the thread of Dani refusing to do things for herself in order to make other people happy throughout this entire piece hits so fucking close to home and is entirely heartbreaking to read thank you

jamiiiiieeeeeeeee

Jamie: appears. Dani: every single emotion all at once

Judy and her girls back together is v sweet even if Dani is dying inside at it all

“Jamie only had eyes for Dani.” Again, sum up a relationship in a sentence.

What do you even say to a girl who *the sky goes dark as i attempt to even summarise a fraction of their relationship*. Apparently the answer is “Jamie. Hi.”

TWO MONTHS JAMIE TAYLOR. CRIMES

It’s ahh. fairly entertaining to be going through Dani’s emotional journey alongside her and knowing that Jamie is also Going Through It on some level but having 0 insights to it bc she keeps her emotions so in check.

oooh how much of a gut punch is this engagement revelation for Jamie??? like on some level I’m sure she always knew this was coming but I’m sure another part of her still desperately hoped one day Dani would choose her. god I would kill for Jamie’s POV in this scene

Jamie’s scarrrr. Literally Dani’s impact

oh fucking hell that moment of like... familiarity and almost a coming home for Dani when Judy is talking and she meets Jamie’s eyes... she really was entirely screwed from that moment on huh.

oof god this is a hell of an opening chapter lets see if my attention span will let me continue this journey (also @ myself reminder to read this all in chronological order one day for a real nice session of emotional destruction)

[infinitelytheheartexpands]

Month of New Operatic Works #3: Richard Cœur-de-lion (Versailles, 2019): Reactions

surprise, @carlodivarga-s​!!! today’s your lucky day!!!

oh child

mood

THAT���S A COOL SET

I’m living for a) the aesthetic and b) the ladies

and this BOPS

(even though it seems audio and video are ever-so-slightly out of sync)

aww still very cute even after fifty years...we all need some relationship tips from them

too cute

(but why no subs for the dialogue? luckily I can understand a good amount of it)

CHILD

omg I can’t I’m sorry

“alright let’s bounce”

why is everyone in this opera so cute

you can just say you’re gay it’s fine

poor guy just had a letter

(but what is an operatic letter without Drama attached???)

she’s not having all these baseless accusations and we stan

omg Antonio in the back

I’m sorry I’m in love with this child

Blondel (not pictured): “so that’s two men dead because of a rabbit”

(yes that is the actual line and what apparently happened before the opera started)

so if you’re not in a bel canto opera and your name is Leonore then it is Opera Law that your significant other is named Florestan

(ironically, this Florestan is a prison governor)

wait, so that French aria from Pikovaya dama IS AN ACTUAL FRENCH ARIA???

wow what a coincidence that I watch both operas for the first time within two days of each other

I love her

BROTP

other Opera Law: if your name is Marguérite (at right), then you are automatically gorgeous and amazing

always great to have a great drinking song

honey, you got a big storm comin’

storm averted; we get dancing instead

and there’s the man himself

awwwwwwwwwwwwwww

look who’s breaking in

poor guy’s been in prison for a full year??? I’m sorry :(

he’s playing their song!!!

oh buddy

AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW

heyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy stop it

aww he told them he needed to talk to the prison governor and they immediately went and started tidying him up

omg everyone in this opera is too cute

Florestan is now putting on the Bad Cop act

oh honey

another BROTP

so we have a page...named Urbain...who’s a bass-baritone???

this is a fun trio

annnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnd Marguérite is going to join a convent because she thinks she’ll never get Richard back #justsopranothings

hahahahaha

she’s got a great entourage

this just makes me so happy

Williams: “but I wanted to fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight not plan a party”

“we promise we weren’t doing anything”

cute <3

this is so fun

look at the lovebirds being cute in the back

these dancers are GREAT

well THAT escalated quickly

WHOA COOL STAGE EFFECTS

WOW

YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

this was one of the cutest things I HAVE EVER SEEN IN MY LIFE

[dopescotlandwarrior]

Beauty Chooses II-Chapter 14

            A special thanks to @statell​ for all your help and wisdom

Previous chapters at AO3

Chapter 14 Life On The Ridge  (NSFW)

I spent some time writing in our new bible, however, my excitement over telling Jamie I was pregnant kept stealing my thoughts. I would catch myself gazing into space seeing a newborn at my breast. Misses Crook asked me several times if I was well and finally laid her hand on my shoulder with a knowing smile. I looked up at her with wide eyes but she said no more. How could she know I was pregnant? I cleaned up the main room a bit and helped Misses Crook with dinner, followed by Glavia and Faith. It was getting rather crowded in the kitchen and I wasn’t feeling that well, so I excused myself to my room. The nausea eased when I laid down, so I gave in to fatigue and closed my eyes with an abstract worry taking hold in my stomach.

I dreamed I was being pushed to the curtain to start my walk. Many hands guiding me to the stage as the garment rustled around my feet. The pain in my abdomen brought me to my knees and I heard the collective gasp of those around me as they pulled me up. The pain passed and I walked quickly to take my first step into the audience, seeing girls coming back and disappearing into the curtain. Two steps and the pain gripped me once again. I tried to put one foot in front of the other until it drove me to my knees again and stole my ability to breathe.

My eyes slammed open as the pain sliced through me making me moan and clutch my knees. What the fuck is happening! Pain came again and felt like a wave flowing through my abdomen until I screamed. I knew this was some kind of food poisoning, I had seen it before when a tenant ate spoiled meat. I just had to endure until it worked its way out of my body. I closed my eyes when another wave came and panicked when I felt severe nausea threaten to spill my lunch all over the bed.

Misses Crook came running into my room and brought the chamber pot close to the bed. I felt her cool hand on my sweaty head and then a damp rag over my eyes. I wasn’t aware of time passing as I drifted in and out of sleep, or consciousness. I felt a cool rag on my face and heard Misses Crook calm me as she lifted my skirts. What the hell was she doing? I couldn’t ask her because the pain suddenly gripped me, and I heard myself moan loudly as I held my knees. My skirts were untied and pulled off me. I wanted to shout at Misses Crook, but I could not utter a word as the pain rippled through me. Towels were shoved under my lower half as I clutched the sheets and clenched my teeth. I just had to vomit or rid myself of diarrhea from the food poisoning. Then I would be fine.

When the pain came again, I turned my head to the pillow and screamed feeling a gush of warm fluid come out of me and expel one of my organs. I dearly hoped I didn’t need it. That did it. The pain left me, and I breathed in relief feeling sweat roll down my temple. Misses Crook was wrapping my organ in cloth and cleaning me up. I wanted to tell her it was over, not to worry, but lost consciousness and drifted in my sick sleep. I surfaced twice and heard Misses Crook whispering to someone. I was buried in quilts and shivering with cold. The next time I woke I called to Misses Crook and she looked heartbroken as she sat on the bed and mopped my face. I watched her as the tragedy of my loss took shape in my mind. The sadness on her face told me to prepare for a truth that would break my heart.

“Misses Crook?”

“I’m so sorry Claire.”

Tears rolled down her cheeks and she held my hands as I started to cry. I drifted in darkness, asleep I think, until I woke myself up crying.

“I’m here, love.”

The room was dark and Jamie held me close to his warmth. Sweet Jamie had the sniffles and I worried he was catching a cold. No, that wasn’t it. He knew our baby died today and he had cried. I turned toward him and buried my face in his chest, feeling his arms come around me, he stroked my hair, and calmed me with his beautiful Gaelic. It was a story about love I think, and it lulled me back to sleep. By morning, I was thinking clearly and understood I lost the baby. Jamie stayed in bed with me until mid-morning when I got up with a deep sigh.

“Thank you, Jamie, for staying with me, for grieving with me. You are the best man I’ve ever known, and I am so sorry.”

“Ye tried to bring me a child Claire, but God called him home. I celebrate your love for wee ones and I believe God will bless us with another. Your pain will fade lass, I promise, and he lives in our hearts forever.”

“He?”

“Christian Alexander Mackenzie Fraser. Please, Claire, I couldna put him in the ground wi’out a name. I hope yer not mad.”

“How could I be? You loved your son enough to give him a proper name and bury him.”

“I will work extra hard next season so we can have a grave marker carved for him.”

I was overwhelmed with Jamie’s sensitivity and love. I had known a few women of my time that miscarried and did nothing like what Jamie did. Somehow, it made me feel better he was named and buried, someday to be joined by the parents and family that loved him. I cupped Jamie’s cheek and felt I owed him my soul for what he had done. He kissed me softly and asked me to rest today and then he was gone to welcome a new family to the ridge.

I stayed in my room for two days and asked Misses Crook not to mention the miscarriage to anyone. Since no one else knew about the pregnancy, it seemed easier if people didn’t offer sympathy. What Jamie did burying our son made all the difference to me as he had a name and a place in the kirkyard. He existed.

When the calendar was turned to November, winter rolled in with a vengeance. Many of us went outside to see the beautiful snowfall and a big fire was started to keep us warm until nightfall. A cauldron of warm cider sat above a low fire and we toasted the storm and each other. I loved impromptu gatherings to spend time with my neighbors and friends. There would be far less of that during the cold days of winter, so I hugged them all extra hard.

It had been months since the miscarriage and I felt better every day, mentally and physically. I lost myself in the new books we had ordered to get us through the cold months. Jamie sat next to me on the sofa and asked me to read out loud while he cuddled with me. He looked closely at me and smiled as if to say, I’m glad you’re back. The pages turned as the story unfolded and Jamie pulled a strand of my hair out and twisted it around his finger. He pulled me closer to him and kissed my neck, then ran his tongue from my shoulder blade to my jaw making me squirm in his embrace.

“Sassenach, ye look flushed, are ye alright lass?”

I gave him a side-eye and continued to read. Misses Crook was right around the corner cooking dinner and could easily surprise us. I tucked the strand of hair back into my pins and cleared my throat. Jamie played with my skirt, inching it up slowly until I slapped his hand.

“I like it when ye fight me wife, yer so adorable when ye do it. I am ready for a midday nap, will ye join me?”

I almost laughed at the invitation, as if Jamie needed permission to rip my clothes off and have his way with me. I couldn’t resist him, and he knew it, but I acted distracted to heighten his ardor. The pages continued to turn while Jamie ran his big hand down my back, pulling me into a hug where he could run his hand down my breast and pinch a nipple. I opened my mouth to breathe exposing my arousal and I felt his interest shoot up.

“Dinna scream mo chridhe.”

Before I knew it, Jamie held me firmly and pushed his hand under my skirt and up my legs. I was horrified someone would walk in on us and see something impossible to forget. I felt his finger open my fold and his hand was back in his lap in seconds.

“Ye canna hide your honey drippin for me, love. Now, be a good lass and go to our room takin every stitch off ye sweet body before ye lay on the bed, quiet and willin. I’m comin to love ye Sassenach and I will have my way with ye, that I can promise.”

He whispered the last part of the sentence and looked at me indecently through dark eyes. My heart rate shot to the moon and I squeezed my thighs together.

“Be gone with ye.”

I bolted toward the stairs calling for Misses Crook to assist me as Jamie walked outside. I was breathless as my laces were pulled and I took a deep breath to calm my nerves. Now out of my dress, I thanked Misses Crook and feigned a yawn as she left. I laid on the bed, naked, as requested, looking at my mental pictures of Jamie’s favorite positions. “Mmmm, yes that one.”

“Yer a minx alright, my lovely wife. Just what were ye plannin to do with that finger inchin down yer stomach? I’m yer husband, and I want ye to show me.”

I looked at him through slit eyes and watched him pull his clothes off. His erection was large and purple making my arousal almost hurt. My core was throbbing and I pulled him to me, but he resisted and told me to continue. He ran his finger into my fold and my back arched as I moaned. I saw him suck his finger into his mouth and that was so sexy I threw caution to the wind and buried my finger between my legs.

“I canna see mo chridhe, open yer legs, it will be far better, I promise.”

My legs slammed open as my finger found my bud, swollen, and engorged. I whimpered his name until my breath caught as I pulled my arousal up to dangerous heights. Jamie watched me closely and settled between my legs, his face inches from my finger. I was close to climax and my chest was heaving for air. Just before my release, Jamie pulled my finger away making me cry out for him. He got off the bed and searched my drawers until he found a belt which he used to tie my wrists to the headboard.

“Jamie please.”

“In just a moment my love, I want ye all to m’self, yer lovely body belongs to me. Relax and breathe mo chridhe, this is gonna take a while.”

When he belted my arms to the headboard his erection danced not an inch from my mouth. I opened my mouth and tried to lift my head to it but couldn’t reach him. I tried to scoot my head under him and suck his magnificent balls into my mouth and became frustrated I could not reach him. Jamie looked down at me and told me to open my mouth before he pressed his cock into my mouth crashing into my throat. I was immobile and lost myself to his cock gliding over my tongue, nearly choking me. He pulled himself away from me and walked to the whisky we always kept in our room. Rather than fill a glass he tipped the bottle to his mouth as he walked back.

He ran his hand down my breast, stomach, and legs, and then tipped the bottle to my mouth. I couldn’t refuse if I wanted to and felt my mouth fill with the strong spirit followed by Jamie’s cock buried in the liquid. I swallowed as best I could and felt him yank out of my mouth. I looked at him with a warning not to torture me and heard a chuckle out of him.

“My love, this will take some time so ye need to relax and calm yerself.”

I looked into his eyes and growled like I wanted to tear him apart. One of his balls was shoved into my mouth and I was told to suck it, which I did, gladly.

“Open yer legs love.”

A fat finger invaded my body and I pressed against it wanting it deeper before it was gone again. I whimpered and moaned, feeling true pain in my throbbing core. Jamie kissed me and descended, placing kisses along my stomach and lower until he kissed my clit and I lost my mind. His tongue took possession of my sacred place as he sucked and flicked until I tumbled into the erotic abyss. I felt my stomach jerk into my orgasm and felt Jamie’s tongue on me while I took flight.

When I became aware of my successful landing on earth, I still felt Jamie’s tongue on me. Ordinarily, he watched me spin into oblivion but this time he stayed between my legs. I felt his warm hands moving up my sides and wrap around my shoulders as my head cleared. He pulled me toward his mouth until his tongue was forced against me. It made me tingle and the harder he pressed down on my shoulders the more erotic it became. I was astounded he could pull my heat up that fast and was thrashing and grinding my core against his mouth minutes later. He pushed me off a precipice that threatened my sanity and I drifted in the erotic, pulsing fog for several minutes.

I heard him growling, low and quiet, and knew it was a spontaneous sound triggered by dangerous arousal. When I landed back in our bed my one thought was to gift him the same new level of abandon. What came to my mind was to push him away, stimulating the beast, the part of Jamie that was beyond social courtesy. The beast was brutal and limitless.

“Take this belt off my hands, Jamie.” It was not a request.

He stared at my breasts and licked his lips, but he released the belt and I rolled away from him and got up. He materialized in front of me so fast I ran into him feeling his hand grip my hair and pull my head back viciously. His mouth hovered above mine as he gripped my nipple and shook my breast hard before his tongue made my knees weak. He walked me to a chair and pushed my face into his groin telling me to suck lightly and pulling my head away from him if there was too much pressure. I smiled drunkenly, understanding what he needed. A feather touch of my mouth wide open. He pushed my head to the side so he could watch me, pulling my head back for another mouthful of whiskey.

I felt the room sway a bit, but the buzz was driving my arousal. When he pushed my mouth onto his cock again, he quickly pulled me up and spun me around before he impaled me. I was so wet and felt him slide into my depths making me quake with need. I tried to increase the tempo, I wanted the friction to make me come but he pulled me to him and leaned back in the chair so I couldn’t move. Every few minutes he would pull me up and let me slide down on him again. Each time I would gasp when he filled me until I was moaning for him to take me, roughly. I needed the beast.

When he released me, I jumped off of him and knelt between his legs. I pulled his cock to my lips and asked for the beast. He watched me open my mouth and his chest heaved a breath of air ending in a growl of warning. I kept teasing him, making my request and finally, he shoved himself into my mouth and held me against his body before ramming into my throat several times. I felt him lift me to the bed and turn me to the mattress before inching behind me, like a predator sizing up his meal. He pulled my hips up and caressed my butt as he lifted himself to his knees. I knew the beast was behind me and felt my stomach quiver with excitement.

“I’m gonna love ye lass and I have no more strength to resist the pull of yer drippin honey pot. Ye’ve pushed me to my limit so run if ye have the strength, lock yerself away from me if ye can. I’m comin for ye.”

When he pushed into me, I could tell he was momentarily sidetracked watching his cock sink deep into me. I feared the beast would be in his box before Jamie let him ravish me. I rammed my body against him, pushing him deeper into me and was overcome with the stimulating depths. That did it. The beast was in control and rammed into me mercilessly, pulling my upper body toward his chest he spread my legs wide with his own giving him deeper access where only the beast had been before. He flipped me to the bed and held my ankles up in the air as he rammed me and watched my body open to his assault. He pulled my legs open, still in the air, and growled into a dozen powerful thrusts before he held my pelvis against him and emptied his seed into me.

Jamie dropped to my side panting for his life, pulling me nearly under him again. He pushed the hair out of my face and kissed me before dropping his head to the mattress beside me. I could hear him struggle to breathe and smiled to myself.

“Yer a rare woman Sassenach,” he panted. “So refined to the outside world. Thank God, or I’d be fightin every bucky in the county for ye. Ye fascinate me wild cat, and I love ye for it.”

He pulled me to him and spooned me so he couldn’t see my triumphant smile. I let him pull me into a restful nap and felt his hands up and down my arms in his sleep.

I woke refreshed and stretched before rolling off the bed to get dressed. Damn corsets. I called for Misses Crook and Glavia materialized to pull my laces and help me dress. My breasts pushed up by the corset burned with heat that intensified when my jacket was pulled against them. When my skirts were tied, Glavia gushed about the progress Faith was making with her letters and I promised to come in the next day and observe her lessons.

I felt uncomfortable through dinner and didn’t know why. I found myself staring at Jamie’s face, animated in conversation. If he looked at me, I quickly looked away feeling foolish. I scrubbed dishes after the evening meal, lost in my thoughts, remembering his powerful body take control of me. When a serving dish slipped into the water Misses Crook sent me to bed saying I was not up to task and likely to break something. I walked slowly up the stairs feeling every step push my inner thigh against my core. I closed the door and leaned against it breathing heavily, almost panting. I couldn’t take this pain and throbbing. I realized Jamie had prepared me for a release that never happened and now I was in poor condition to sleep.

I left the house, looking in all the outbuildings until I found him stoking the peat fires under the malting floor of the whisky building. Even in winter, this building was unbearably hot and I watched his unclad upper body flex until his shiny muscles bulged. It was too much for me, I didn’t care how or where he made it happen, but it needed to happen. He pulled me deeper into the building where the heat from the peat fires made me sweat and my dress stuck to my skin. He pulled off my jacket and asked if that was better. I smiled at him feeling shy and needy.

“Do ye know I love ye more than anything in this world?” he whispered. “Ye are my angel, my dearest love.”

He pushed his erection into my stomach, and I was surprised he was ready to love me again. Hot kisses drove what was left of my sanity away and when he sucked on my neck, I felt his hand moving up my leg under my skirt. I let him push me down on the soft mounds of peat.

“It’s time to kiss the angels love.”

He dropped to my clit and sucked it, flicking is tongue viciously. When I fell into the cyclonic wind of my orgasm, he pushed into me and chased his own release. I felt like a bowl of jello, completely dependent on the glass bowl to keep me together. Too exhausted to speak I watched Jamie pull his shirt and coat on and then lift me into his arms. It was dark enough to slip into the back door and climb the stairs silently before dropping into bed under the warm quilt.

“My darling love,” whispered into my ear, “you are so much fun. Yer honesty sets me free.”

I wasn’t sure I really heard it, or what it meant, but his silky voice lulled me to sleep.

After Hogmanay, Jamie and Murtagh made the trek to check on families outside our community. They would be gone all day. I bundled Faith up and sent her outside with a large bowl of juicy scraps from recent meals and asked her to dump it into the pig's feeder. She came flying back through the front door and screamed to me that men were holding Mister Jackson and his face was bleeding. I grabbed my cloak, shoved a pistol into my belt, and loaded the rifle. I was shaking inside and steeled my nerves hoping the rifle didn’t tremble and give my fear away.

I could see Jackson being held down by three men who were taunting him. It looked like he was already beaten. I raised the rifle to my shoulder walking quickly toward the men. I took a shot splintering bark and a chunk of wood off the closest tree. I kept walking and cocked the rifle aiming it right at the head of the biggest man. The three of them looked shocked and said they were rounding up their escaped slaves.

“Back away gentlemen. That man is not one of your escaped slaves and I can prove it. I hold the bill of sale for him. Move away before I shoot one of you, intentionally or otherwise.”

I could see the men sizing me up, not knowing to stay or go. When I heard my name, I gave them a last warning.

“You three idiots need to move away and high tail away from this place. Someone is coming for you and it will not be pleasant, I promise.”

Jamie had called my name from the road into the ridge, so I knew he was running to back me up. I was starting to lose my nerve with these reluctant men who could easily kill Jackson if they decided to. Please hurry Jamie.

One of the men lurched forward and fell on the ground as Jamie came out of nowhere and grabbed a second man. I trained the rifle on the third man just as I heard neighbors coming to help. Jackson was taken to his house so his wounds could be cleaned up and the three men were tied up and pushed into the wagon. Murtagh carefully took the rifle from me and smiled before joining Jamie in the wagon. Later that night Jamie told me the men were tied to a tree and left for the night. I imagined the temperature dipped to freezing and below. I hoped it would be enough to keep them away.

It was a relief to finally welcome spring in our sixth year on the ridge. As the snow melted and the days warmed up the community was a buzz of activity. Fences had to be mended, the land newly turned in preparation for planting, baby goats and pigs were born, and more families arrived to see the Ridge. The renewal of spring made everyone happy it seemed.

A young man arrived today, looking lost and fearful. He said he was a preacher and his name was Daniel, sent to the Ridge to preach for the community of God-loving souls. I thought him too young to be so pompous. I giggled at his puffed out chest which was soon deflated and a youngster’s blush colored his face. I decided he was perfect and took it upon myself to walk him through the community and introduce him to the settlers.

“If I may be so bold madam, may I ask about what I have heard in town, the very thing that prompted my coming here?”

I looked at him thinking it was a strange question. “Of course, preacher, what have you heard?”

He looked to his right and left and stepped closer to me, “do you have freed slaves living in the community?”

I smiled at his whispered question, “yes, we do not allow slavery, indentured servants, on the Ridge. Sixteen men and women were freed and now live here. They are friends and neighbors who we value like any of the others.”

His eyes were wide and he smiled, “remarkable, and praise God! But are they truly free Misses Fraser?”

“Well, they cannot leave here as freed people, they would be claimed and returned to slavery. Jamie holds the ownership papers for all of them and must take them out from time to time when we are challenged. It isn’t perfect, but they are happy here with their families, making their own living on the goods they grow and very committed to the community.”

Daniel met with Jamie and they talked for a good bit of the afternoon. When they stood and shook hands, Jamie was all smiles and I knew we had a new preacher. There was a small living space built into the church that Daniel would live in and I looked forward to our first sermon the following Sunday. I made sure to pass the word and invite everyone to the service.

A few days later I walked Jamie out to the wagon and kissed him with my arms around his waist.

“I’ll be home tomorrow Sassenach and bring ye the sweet soap ye love so much and a promised candy for Faith.”

The wagon rolled away empty and would return in a day loaded down with supplies for the coming growing season.

I heard ladies giggling as a group of women were walking toward the house. I watched them move down the trail with the sun dappling through the leaves on this spring morning. It was a sight to behold, young and old, black and white, working and living together on the ridge. I shook my head and ran to the house to prepare for hours of dyeing wool.

There was much talk throughout the afternoon, but one comment was worrisome. One of the ladies had stopped to meet Daniel, the preacher, and gave him a pie.

“He stared at the pie until I left. The man is skin on bones, have ye seen him, Claire?”

“Yes, but he was wearing his black coat and I failed to notice how thin he was. Excuse me a minute, please.”

That poor man had not asked for a thing and was probably living off the treats given to him as a welcome. I grabbed a basket and went through my kitchen taking everything ready to eat. Bread, cheese, and dried meat filled the basket. I found Glavia in the nursery doing lessens with Faith and asked her to take the basket to the preacher at the church. In my mind, he was drawing his last breath from starvation, so I asked her to hurry. When she returned, I was pulled away again for the strangest request.

“You want what? My dear, I would love to purchase fabric to make you a new dress. We can make a day of it and bring Faith, as soon as Jamie gets back.”

Her disappointment was clear as I headed back to our work table. There was nothing I could do this instant without fabric which I did not have.

Misses Crook and I cleaned up the mess and served dinner with ale, watered down for Faith. We all missed Jamie when he was away, especially me, and Faith a close second. Many nights when he was gone, I suffered with insomnia and found it the loneliest of maladies. When my eyes opened with the new dawn, I was happy that had not happened the night before and I was well-rested. Jamie would be home today and tomorrow was Sunday, there was much to look forward to.

All of us walked the path to the church the next morning feeling very happy in the cool morning. Jamie looked up at the church and declared a large bell was needed to bring the flock in for the sermon. I chuckled at him and kept walking. After the sermon, we waited to shake hands and welcome Daniel one more time. I introduced Misses Crook and Faith but Glavia had vanished. We pushed away letting the next person in line shake the preacher’s hand as I continued to look for Glavia.

As we approached the house, I could see Glavia sitting outside like she was waiting for someone. She jumped to her feet when she saw us and smiled from ear to ear.

“I am ready to go.”

“Where are you going?”

“To town to buy fabric for my dress!”

“Sweetheart, the shops are not open on Sunday. I am so sorry, but we have to wait one more day.”

She walked to her room with her head down and mumbled to Faith to come with her and practice her letters. I looked at Misses Crook and raised my eyebrows.

“Dinna fash Mistress, the lass is in love and wilna come out of the house until she has something fancy to put on.”

“You don’t say!” I could hear Jamie laughing as he walked into the house and I stood closer to Misses Crook, “who does she love?”

“The preacher.”

I am quite sure my mouth dropped open and stayed that way for some time. That is how shocked I was. I couldn’t imagine a girl falling love because of a single sermon and then I remembered sending her with food for Daniel. Preachers are supposed to be righteous people, but they can still hurt a young girl with unrequited love. I truly hoped that didn’t happen.

As promised, we went to town on Monday. Jamie and Murtagh spent time in the tavern while we shopped for fabric and some spices. Glavia was thrilled with a beautiful royal blue fabric for a split skirt and jacket. Lace for making inserts at the elbows for fancy parties and church. I chose light-weight red wool with white lace for an underskirt and yarn of the same color for a warm cowl. I purchased my spices and we went to find Jamie. It was always exciting to be in town with all the people and goings-on. I took in the sights as we waited for Jamie and Murtagh to come out.

Glavia put her hand in mine and looked up to see her cowering in front of two very rude men.

“Leave us alone!” I snapped, and they turned and ran their eyes up and down my body. I pulled the shaking Glavia to me and whispered not to fear. I knew Jamie was within earshot of us if it came to that.

The ugly one held up a coin and leered at me, then added a coin and I scoffed at him.

“Do I look like a prostitute sir?”

He showed me another coin and grabbed me around the waist. I rolled my eyes and batted him about the head with my parasol, finally sticking the pointy end into his ribs with all my strength. The man yelped and took off with his toothless friend without so much as an apology. I huffed and pulled my jacket down. When I finally looked up, I saw Jamie and Murtagh leaning against the wall watching me. I know I blushed because I felt the heat on my cheeks. Jamie’s eyes were shining with pride and Murtagh was just highly amused.

Glavia thanked me profusely and I looked her over for any injuries letting my gaze settle on a smug Jamie, chewing on a piece of wood.

“You could have come to my aid!”

”What, and miss that brutal attack? Yer a warrior woman, and I am doomed to make ye my enemy. Walk with me so I can protect ye from the other idiots in the street.”

When Murtagh squeezed my upper arm muscle and shook his hand like it was burned I huffed at both of them. Feeling Jamie’s arm around my waist I looked at him wondering why he didn’t help us.

He ran his finger down my jaw, “Sassenach, I walked out of the tavern as you were thrashing the man. I could have pulled him away to pummel him, but I wanted ye to know yer strength and ability. Besides, I probably would have killed him and been dragged to jail for murder. And ye were so cute and feisty,” he chuckled, “red cheeks, given him what for.”

He pulled me closer and continued to laugh, asking Murtagh if he saw me stab the bloke with my wee parasol like it was a sword. The two of them were having quite a laugh and I finally gave in to my own laughter which allowed Glavia and Faith to giggle as well.

Misses Crook pushed me upstairs when we got home saying all heroes need their rest. I grabbed Faith’s hand and pulled her into bed with me and we giggled as we tumbled into the soft feather mattress. I pressed my forehead into hers and smiled.

“I hope you weren’t scared sweetheart.”

“I was so proud of you mommy and I smiled when you stabbed that man.”

“My sweet little girl, you should not see such things at your tender age.” I pulled her to me, suddenly aware of Jamie looming above us. His eyes were soft and tender watching us, but he launched into a lesson for his daughter.

“Nonsense, the wee lassie is in training.” He dropped behind Faith and tickled her a bit. “Look no further than yer ma to show you how to be a lady but fierce underneath. Make no mistake my wee love, she has the heart and courage of a warrior so let her teach ye. Now, I want to take my two lasses to the river to fish for supper.”

With that, he took our hands and led us outside to the stream. There was silly joking between Faith and her father but when they laid on the big rock that hung over the water, they became deadly serious. Faith did just as Jamie did and watched his hand through the water. My yawns were getting hard to hide and I doubted they would notice if I laid down in the warm grass for a bit. Just as I was drifting off there was a loud splashing of water and Jamie’s happy cry followed by Faith screaming in horror. I sat up in time to see her little hand around a fat fish and she was terrified, throwing the fish at Jaime and running to my lap. Jamie chased the flopping fish until he could grab it making short work of ending its life. He walked toward us pulling out his knife and I shook my head side to side. He retreated behind the rock and emerged with two gutted fish ready to cook.

“How is that for fierce?” I smiled at him.

“It’s a start, mo chridhe.”

Jamie showed Faith how to spit the fish and start a fire. She watched with great interest, inches from him as he struck the flint and blew life into the flame. Our stomachs churned smelling the cooking fish and we feasted until we couldn’t take another bite.

Faith laid between us and listened to Jamie’s story about Lallybroch and the adventures he had there. My mind drifted back to my own time where people were slaves to their mobile devices, social media, television, and fifty-hour workweeks. Parents were always striving to spend quality time with their children. I wondered if they ever ate by a stream and fell asleep together in the sun. I rather doubted it.

[jammingwithjj]

car’s outside - d.s

(this is inspired by the song “car’s outside” by james arthur, hence the name!)

pairings: drew starkey x female reader

summary: drew had just got back into town after being gone for nearly 6 months. you were lonely, but you understood. it was his job. you guys got into an argument about how he travels so much, and never seems to have time for you.

warnings: swearing, verbal fighting. mentions of alcohol, etc... 

you were sat at home, waiting for something interesting to happen. you knew you were wasting your time. nothing ever happened when drew was gone. he was always in such a good mood, and you were always out doing something, or hanging with friends, or just wasting time. you hated when he left, but you knew he had to. it was his job...

you sat on the couch a while longer when your phone rang, pulling you out of the flashbacks you often found yourself reliving. 

“hello?” you didn’t even look at the caller ID. 

“hey baby.” drew cooed on the other end. 

“hi. drew.” you smiled, finally hearing his voice after a long, boring day.

“everything ok, baby? you sound sad.” he asked you, concerned. he hated when you were sad.

“yeah, fine. just missin’ you. that’s all.” you told him. part of it was true, but you would never admit to him how hurt you were that he seemed so okay with leaving you so often...

“okay... just checking. i actually called to tell you some good news.” he said.

“ok... what is it?!” you practically yelled through the phone.

“i’m at the airport. and i’m comin’ home. for a while this time.” he told you. you stared in disbelief. 

“wait- what? you’re-you’re coming home?” you asked him again.

“mhmm. i should be there in about 4 hours. we’re boarding now.” he said to you.

“okay, baby. ill cya then. i love you. ill see you soon.” you said. as he responded with the infamous “i love you, princess.” 

you got up and tried your best to tidy, but since you hadn’t done much the past couple days, there wasn’t much to tidy, or clean. you knew he wouldn’t care, but you were really just looking for something to distract you. you missed him so much, and couldn’t wait to finally see him. he’d been filming Netflix’s Outer Banks for what seemed like a lifetime. you had been dating nearly 2 years, and then he landed the job for Netflix. you were so incredibly happy for you, but a part of you wanted to hold him back. be selfish for once. now everyone knows his name. he’s not yours anymore... but you could never, and would never actually hold him back from anything that big. 

a couple hours later, you were still finding things to do. cleaning counters, wiping down sidetables in the bedroom, and living room. contemplating whether or not you were going to clean the windows... you never ended up cleaning the windows...

20 minutes pass, and you had migrated to the bedroom, picking out clothing items you didn’t wear anymore, and inevitably shoving them in a bag that would probably just sit in the closet for months, waiting for someone to do something with it. you had picked out some comfy clothes to put on after your shower, and threw them in the dryer so they’d be warm once you were ready to wear them.

right before you got in the shower, your phone rang.

“hey, drew. everything okay?” you picked up the phone, to hear a bunch of chatter. 

“hey, y/n. i just wanted to let you know that i landed. getting my luggage now!” he spoke, cheerfully. 

“oh, ok! i’ll be there to pick you up in about an hour, bub. i love you, cya soon.” you spoke, hanging up the phone.

you quickly got in the shower, dressed yourself, and started to go to the airport to pick drew up. you stopped off to get a coffee on the way, and got home coffee too.

you pulled into the airport, and parked. you went into the airport to see drew standing there, looking like a lost puppy, standing there waiting there for you.

“hi, baby.” he smiles at you, pulling you into a hug.

you breathed out, burying your head in his chest. “missed you.” you said, nuzzling your head the best you could in his shoulder. “you have everything?” you pulled away, looking up at him.

he nodded, grabbing his suitcase and he began to wheel it out to where your car. “i’m so happy to be back. i missed you, and all of the adventures we used to go on.” he smiled, as you guys family reached your car.

you smiled again at his comment, and you both got in the car, eager to get home and fill each other in on all of the goings-on while you were away from each other.

-

about an hour later, you pulled into your driveway.

“baby, wake up.” you rubbed his shoulder, watching as his eyes started to flutter open.

“are we home?” he stretched and looked at you.

you nodded, “yeah, we are! you go inside and lay down, babe. i’ll get your stuff.” you said.

you watched as he walked to the trunk, and got his luggage. “honey, i got it. go in.” you told him.

“i’m all good. i got it.” he says, and wheels his luggage into the apartment.

“ah, home.” he looks around and smiles, dropping his stuff in the bedroom, and going back out into the living room. you followed close behind him, and met in the kitchen.

“so, fill me in. what adventures did you have while you were gone?” you asked him, propping yourself up on the counter.

“i had so much fun, babe. it was definitely a like changing experience. i wish you could’ve been there, seen everything.” he says, fiddling with the string of his hoodie.

“i saw all of the pictures on instagram. it looked like a really fun time. i’m glad you had fun, baby.” you said, pulling him in, and running your fingers through the hair at the naps of his neck, causing a shiver to run through him.

he heard his phone ring, and pulled away from the hug. “hello,” he answered. his face twisted in distress.

“okay, i’ll be there...” he said, hanging up the phone.

“baby...” you looked at him watching him watch you.

“please don’t be mad...” he said, looking down at you

“i won’t be, drew. what’s up?” you asked.

he explained how they needed to reshoot some scenes again, and they wanted to do it before the storm hit, which meant he would have to fly back out early tomorrow morning.

you sat there for a second, looking at his face, and realizing how much you missed it. all you wanted was to wake up next to him, in real life. in person, without all the worry of having a charged phone, or making sure to call them today. you didn’t want to have to worry anymore.

“but- you just left...” you impulsively spoke. he looked at you.

“i know, baby. but it’ll only be for a few weeks. a month maybe. i really wish i could stay, but i have to go... i’m sorry, baby.” he tried to comfort you, but you were sick of it. all of it. you weren’t mad at him, but you just couldn’t stand to be away from him anymore.

you sigh, “it’s just that, you’re always leaving, and- i-i’m tired of not being where you are. i just wanna be with you. i’m tired of loving from thousands of miles away.” you admitted, fiddling with your thumbs.

“y’know what? screw it. screw it all. i’m sick of leaving. i don’t wanna leave you anymore. go pack. we leave at 5. you’re coming with me this time. and every time after that. i- i finally realized that i can’t live without you. you’re my world, a-and...” he trailed off. “i just love you so much...” he finally got out, and followed you to the bedroom to help you pack.

(a/n): hi guys :) i hope you enjoyed my first post on this account! this was a little rushed, but i should be posting more content later this week! love u all, u rock ♥️

[shinidamachu]

Holding On And Letting Go - Chapter III

Summary: Chapter I | Chapter II | Chapter III | Chapter IV

Word Count: 1060  Genre: angst  Fandom: InuYasha  Pairing: Inukag Format: multichapter  AO3 Link: 🌹  Fanfic.Net Link: 🌹

Life was but a palid echo of what used to be, now that her presence was no longer there to color it, and as it moved forward, only one thought chanted through his mind with each lonely conversation by the well, threatening to stifle his hopes to death. 

Maybe I shouldn’t come here anymore.

His survival instincts joined frustration and sorrow in that chorus, adding with a mighty screaming that, of all times, he certainly shouldn’t be there that night.

Because the moon wasn’t shining and he felt desperately weak and none of it mattered when he was entirely sure that five hundred years from then, Kagome was sitting at the very same spot, at that exact moment.

And she would always be worth the risk.

Looking back, InuYasha couldn’t remember a single new moon night since they met in which Kagome wasn’t there for him. Even when he would tell her not to, even when he lied he was fine, even when he didn’t deserve her to stay at all.

Ever since she was gone, InuYasha had settled into a routine of coming to the well every three days. Regardless, he always went there in the new moons and — call him crazy — it was when he could feel her the best.

So in the end, it wasn’t much of a choice and even if it was, he knew what his would be.

He would choose her. For all those times he couldn’t. Day after day. He would choose her and he would keep on choosing her until he took his last breath on this world, hoping that would be enough somehow.

Smiling at the thought of her obstinate face on the many occasions she had decided to stay up with him, InuYasha gave her the same answer. 

“Go to sleep, Kagome.”

She could never sleep on those nights.

They were too dark.

Not the good kind of dark, like the bright tone his hair must be displaying at that very moment. No. It was the worst kind. The one that suffocated her courage, that left her lost and lonely, wary of anything that might jump on her as soon as she let her guard down. The one that kept her from seeing the stars.

Of course, spending new moons awake wasn’t something she was a stranger to. Since Kagome was fifteen, once a month, she had stayed up with InuYasha until the first rays of sunshine brought back what night had stolen. It was a marvellous experience every time.

She still remembered how vulnerable he could get — both physically and emotionally — when he was a human and how much he hated it, but she also recalled the gentle drop of his voice and the way his touch used to get sweeter, tempting her to delve into that mysterious part of who he was.

“Back then you acted like it didn’t happen, but the more I think about it, the more I’m sure you remember saying I smelled nice, that one night.” Kagome cherished that memory to this day, even though enough time had passed to make her feel like it belonged to someone else. Without realizing and yet so efficiently, he had swept her off her feet for the first of what turned out to be countless occasions.

When the fear that she might never find out whether or not her suspicions were true stared her in the face, Kagome pulled the blanket even closer around her.

Now, with the well sealed, her heart was heavy with concern. Being apart from InuYasha in the moments she knew he needed her the most contradicted each cell of her body.

And so, she had settled for the next best thing.

Every new moon after their fateful separation, without fail, she waited for the dawn beside the Honekui no Ido and recited the same prayer, over and over again.

“Please, be okay. Please, please, please be okay.”

“Sonuvabitch!” That had to be the third or so root he had tripped on. Trying to catch his balance, InuYasha resumed the staggering walk into the clearing, where the Honekui no Ido stood imposing.

Spinning the way it was, the old thing seemed to mock him. Why wouldn’t it? After taking Kagome away without giving him so much as a chance to fight for her, it was only fitting that his impotence got ridiculed.

From afar, InuYasha gazed the well with narrowed eyes, as if it was a viper ready to attack — not that it could kill him or anything, it just brought a lot of pain and it was a fucking nuisance. Differently from the Bone Eater, though, the viper he could slay, at least.

InuYasha took a sip from the sake on his hand, suddenly remembering why he was there. 

“Sooooooo sorry to interrupt K’gome. No no no I know ya too busy not bein’ here. I just got a few things I’d like to say.” He took a step closer, wiping the liquid from his lips with the back of his hand. InuYasha cleared his throat in an act of drunk courage. “I love ya.”

He let the words sink in, proud of finally being able to say it out loud. She would never hear it, but stil...

“I’ve loved ya so long and I know ’s too late and I know you’d think I’m drunk but ‘s no true. Y’know what’s true? This think taste like piss ‘n none of it matter ‘cause ya no comin’ back are ya? ‘N I’ll spend the rest of my life talkin’ to a fuckin’ well!”

InuYasha threw the jug as hard and far as he could, its crashing fleeing the animals deep into the forest’s shadows and intoxicating the air with the suffocating smell of alcohol. He paid no mind to it.

Finally reaching the wooden walls, InuYasha let himself lean against it. 

“Ain’t that just fuckin’ funny?” He asked, his eyes closing.

Kagome wasn’t going to cry. Not this time. 

After so long, her tears turned into dry fury.

In the course of her life, rage had been a capricious emotion — it slammed in uninvited, a supernova of screams and storming off that exploded whenever her temper got the best of her.

To say she had been angry before was an understatement. 

Kagome had been angry countless times. With her friends, when they got too pushy. With Sota, because as much as they loved each other, they were siblings and it was physically impossible not to. With Sesshoumaru, Kikyo, Naraku and each complication the later created along the way. Even with her father, for dying — although she never admitted out loud. With herself, every now and then, and Math and InuYasha both had chapters all of their own in this department.

Sometimes she could be unfair or overreact, which would come to her attention after the fire had extinguished, making her apologise when an apology was due.

The feeling she experienced now, glaring down the empty darkness of the well, was nothing like it.

She had only felt that anger in rare moments. It creeps in through an open door, burning cold and silent.

“What was the point of it all, then?” Kagome wasn’t sure who or what she was talking to, but for the first time, it wasn’t InuYasha. “I was living my life and I could spend the rest of it just fine thinking Grandpa’s stories were only that. But you sucked me into that mess because you needed me there. And I played my part, I played it pretty well.” Her low, iced voice carried a hint of danger that could make men twice her size shiver. “You used me for my powers and now that you don’t need me anymore, it’s all over? Just like that?” She shook her head, eyes burning with the tears she refused to let drop, making the situation even more infuriating. “That’s not how it works. You can’t toy with people’s feelings like that. The least you can do is let me get back. Let me get back!”

Her breath quickened uncontrollably and she could swear the walls were closing around her.

“Kagome.”

The sweet sound caught her off guard, making her unclench her teeth and free the wooden edges from her grip. As soon as she turned to met those eyes, the wrath inside melted to a sobbing crying. They ran to each other and before she knew it, Kagome fell apart into the embrace of the woman who had been her rock through it all.

“Mama...” Kagome clung to her, feeling like a child and not caring in the slightest. She didn’t know how much her mom had listened, but the woman simply stood there, petting her hair and letting Kagome soak her shoulder.

“I know, honey. I know.”

‘Tomorrow I am not going to cry’, she promised to herself, ‘not tomorrow’.

A/N: Thank you guys for deciding to read this.

Don't know what you'll think of drunk InuYasha. It was just a scene that came to my mind when I thought of writing this story. I didn't get into details but he jumped into that Master of Potions guy and decided to give it a try because he misses her too much and it couldn't get any worse, anyway (it could since he woke up with a major hangover). Oh, and Kagome feeling used is a personal headcanon of mine I mean... homegirl fixed everything and now that the mission is done she is quicked out and doesn't get her happy ending? Bullshit!

Anyway, let me know what you guys think!

Hey @simply_zerah, this chapter is for you! Thank you for all the kind reviews! I don't deserve you!

And a big thanks to @keichanz for letting me use her new moon headcanon (she is Da Best). It was love at first sigh!

[fictional-scenarios]

psst hey uh not to be weird or anything, but since it's halloween month, could I get some yandere headcanons for Izuku, Todoroki, and Bakugou? thank you, have a nice day!!!

yes omg!!!!!!!!

Bakugou

Obviously, Bakugou doesn’t exactly fit the category of a yandere. He isn’t sweet at first glance, he doesn’t smile softly or seem like a kind hearted person. From the moment you meet him, you can assume he’s a jealous individual, so for him to yandere is pretty damn scary. 

He’s loud, he’s brash- he’ll beat someone’s ass. Literally. When he’s shouting at the top of his lungs that whoever’s so much as even talking to you is going to end up underneath his boot, he’s not joking. Everyone assumes he’s just being same old Bakugou who can’t keep his thoughts to himself he has no issues using physical violence to keep everyone at an arm's distance from you. You’re his, and you’re only his.

The smallest things get him going. You can’t even make eye contact with someone walking by without him side eyeing them actually growling, daring them to spare a second glance. 

Todoroki

A very matter of fact person, Todoroki tries to hide his obsession with you by being blunt. He’ll tell you things that sound like advice or opinions, small controlling sentences that you’d miss if you blinked twice. 

“He isn’t worth your time.” “They don’t understand you like I do. I could give you anything you could need.” “I don’t like how he looks at you, stay away from him.” “They think I’m controlling you. You don’t believe that, right ___?”

Love is blinding, and with rose colored glasses you truly don’t notice the manipulation he piles onto you. He’s such an expert at his craft- if you or anyone else brings it up he’s quick to say he just wants what's best for you, he wants you to be happy, safe, comfortable. 

He’s terrifying when he’s angry, but you will never see that side of him. He takes great care to be sure of that. Afterall, you being afraid of him would connect too many dots in your head, and he can’t have that. No, he saves those dark eyes and dangerous smirks for anyone who thinks they have the right to be around you, to speak and laugh with you. No one but him is worthy of your time. 

He’ll follow and track down anyone who speaks badly of you, but he won’t kill them. Not yet. He’s a man with a plan- he knows what he’s doing. The mental torture he puts them through is worth much more than just cutting their throats. No, he wants them in misery, he wants them and everyone else in the world to know exactly what happens should they even dream about coming between you and him. 

Izuku

Now here’s a good yandere. So sweet, so kind, poor little nervous wreck Izuku could never be capable of such of a thing. 

Honey, you’ve got a big storm comin.

The way he sows seeds of need into your mind is by playing a borderline-victim, he’ll pretend to wake from a nightmare, he’ll cry and say he’s scared you may leave him. Of course, you tell him, you would never leave him. He knows this. He wants everyone else to know this. 

“We’ll be together forever, won’t we?” You tell him yes. 

As scary as Bakugou and Todoroki may be, they’re nothing compared Izuku. Content smiles with horrific meanings, he daydreams about tearing people limb from limb just for speaking to you. Ask him what he’s thinking about, he’ll tell you he’s thinking about you. In a way, he is. 

At one point someone had the raw nerve, the audacity to flirt with you, unaware of the masked demon feet away. The person was quick to wave it off, saying they didn’t know you were taken. A week later, they went missing. Izuku brought it up to you, a grim expression. 

“Ah... I hope they can find them soon.” He sighs. “It would be a shame if something were to have happened.”

The body was never recovered, and no one suspected a thing from sweet, good-boy Izuku. 

[snarkybluechristian]

Hazbin Hotel: Angel vs Evil Drag Queen

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Four-month-old Cassie was not in the mood to be her daddy’s drag buddy that night.  She had been fine for the first two hours, but now, she was hungry and she was wailing at the top of her lungs to let the whole world know it.

Angel tried to keep his daughter calm as he searched through the crowd of the club for his “wife.”  Thankfully, Maggie found him.

“There, you are,” the 17-year-old mother said taking her baby in her arms from her “husband.”  “I could hear you screamin’ from the bathroom, Cassandra.  You got quite the pair of lungs, you poor thing.”

“She’s hungry, doll,” Angel replied rubbing his baby’s back while Maggie tried bouncing her up and down to calm her.  “She keeps tryin’ to go after my bubs and is mad that they’re fake.”

“Poor baby,” Maggie said giving Cassie a kiss on the forehead.  “You’re growing like a weed, too.  Angel, is there anywhere private I can feed her?  Those bathrooms are nasty.”

Angel thought for a second before he came up with an idea.  It wasn’t the ideal situation for the young family, but it would do for now.  They really needed to plan better in the future.

“Follow me,” Angel said.

Maggie followed Angel until they reached the booth on the right side of the club that was closest to the stage.  It was empty and quiet since there were no acts scheduled for that weeknight and far enough away from the action that Maggie could feed Cassie with few expected interruptions.

“It won’t be private, but it’ll be comfortable for ya,” Angel said helping Maggie get settled and standing in front of her so no one would see her take off her blouse revealing her bra.  “It ain’t perfect, but it’s the best I can do right now.  I’m sorry.  I should have planned this out better.”

Maggie lifted her milk-laden breast out of her bra and helped Cassie latch onto it.  In no time at all, the baby girl was drinking up her milk and calming down.

“That’s it, Cassie,” Maggie said with a smile.  “Calm down.  You ain’t got nothin’ to worry about.  Oh, Angel, sometimes I wish I could be this little again.  Then, all I’d need to calm down would be a steady supply of mother’s milk.”

“I know what you mean, but I’d rather be the age I am now,” Angel said stroking Cassie’s hair.  “I mean, if I was little, I wouldn’t be able to appreciate having a little one of my own.”

Maggie smiled at Cassie, then smiled back to Angel, and said, “I see what you mean.  I do like being a mama.”

“Yeah,” Angel said taking his purple wrap off from around his shoulders and handing it to his “wife”.  “Cover yourself up while I’m gone.  I’m gonna go to the bar.  Do you want anything, Mag?”

“A soda and some water, please,” Maggie said covering her breasts and her baby.  “Nothin’ toxic.  Mom said it could hurt my ability to feed the baby.”

“Got it, honey,” Angel said with a wink as he headed over to the counter to pick up some drinks for him and the “wife.”

Angel made it over to the counter and placed his order.  Unfortunately, just as he finished, he heard a commotion coming from the direction of his “wife” and child.

Angel turned around and saw some strange man in a yellow drag outfit yelling at his “wife.”  Maggie was yelling back, and Cassie was beginning to cry.  

Angel felt his rage boil inside him and immediately strutted over as quick as his high heels would allow to come to her rescue.  

As he got closer, he could hear some of the insults.

“Get out of here, ya slut!” the drag queen in the yellow dress yelled at Maggie.  “No one wants to see that!  It’s disgusting!”

“I ain’t going nowhere!” Maggie yelled back.  “Just lay off!  Will ya?  I ain’t doin’ nothin’ to ya!  Leave me alone!  You’re upsetting the baby!”

“Not until you leave, you disgustin’ degenerate!”

“Oh, look who’s talkin’, ya fag!”

“SHUT UP!” Angel yelled as he got between Maggie and her harasser.  “What the hell you botherin’ her for?”

“That chippy has got her tits hangin’ out feedin’ her bastard out in the open without shame!” the man said adjusting his platinum blonde wing.  “It’s disgustin’!  She shouldn’t be doin’ that here!  It’s unnatural!”

Angel scoffed and said, “Unnatural?!  Unnatural?!  Oh, yeah.  That means a lot comin’ from the queer wearin’ a dress!  What the hell would you know about natural?”

“I know it ain’t natural to do in public,” the yellow drag queen said with a pout.

“So, she should just let the kid starve cuz she’s in public?” Angel retorted with an eye roll.  “Blow it out your wazoo!  My wife’s feeding her baby.  My daughter!  She’s doin’ the most natural thing on the planet!  And if you have to get sore with my wife or my daughter, you and your garish dress can take a powder!”

“Why, I never!” the yellow drag queen said in a huff as he angrily began strutting away.  “I’ll call management on you, your squeeze, and your illegitimate child!”

“Yeah, sure!” Angel yelled after him.  “Just dust off already!”

The yellow drag queen angrily stormed off.  Angel held his ground until the palooka was out of his sight before he climbed in the booth in front of his “wife” to block her from the view of anyone else.

“Sheesh, the nerve of some people…” Angel said before he noticed the sad expression on Maggie’s face as she tried to calm down their daughter.  “Maggie, what’s wrong?”

Maggie sighed nervously as she bounced Cassie on her knees and said, “Angel, I know I’m a liberated woman and everything, but I think we just went too far.  Maybe I should leave.”

Angel looked at her confusedly as the baby finally began to calm down enough to feed again and asked, “Maggie, what do you mean?”

“I know it’s a new world for women and everything,” Maggie said as she pulled up her blouse and helped Cassie latch on so that she could continue to nurse.  “I mean, I’m a young mother with a job.  That would have been unthinkable when my mother was a child.  I’m proud of it, but I think I’m beginning to push my luck.  I shouldn’t be out here in a club feeding my baby in public like this…”

“What are you saying?” Angel asked as he scooted closer to her.  “Millions of women around the world breastfeed their babies in public.  Why can’t you?”

“We ain’t in Bolivia or anywhere like that, Angel,” Maggie said still looking around nervously.  “Women are expected to behave a certain way here in America.  Don’t get me wrong.  I am definitely a new woman, but maybe there are some things I still shouldn’t be doing…”

Angel finally scooted close enough to Maggie that he hugged her sideways and shared a long kiss with her.

“Angel?” Maggie said pulling away in surprise before Angel gave her another kiss on the cheek.  

“Why the hell are ya letting some prude tell ya how you’re supposed to live your life?” Angel said giving Maggie another warm hug.  “If you start doin’ that, you’ll never leave your house before too long.  Besides, you ain’t doin’ nothin’ wrong at all.  Look how big and strong our baby girl is getting because of you…”

Angel gave Maggie another kiss on the mouth before she finally hugged him back and said, “Thank you.  But please, be gentle.  You might hurt Cassie if you go at me too hard.  Why are you showing me so much affection anyhow?”

“Look behind me at the bar,” Angel said resting his head on Maggie’s shoulder to suck on her neck while she looked over to see the yellow drag queen staring daggers at them from the bar.

In an instant, Maggie understood.

“Are you tryin’ to make him jealous?” Maggie asked stroking her daughter’s back as she continued to nurse.  “How do you know he even likes girls?”

Angel smiled and said, “He was checkin’ you out all night, doll.  He was totally into ya.  Why do you think he was so upset that you were nursing a baby?  I thought as your ‘husband’ I could rub into his face what he will never have.  I’m sorry.  I guess I should have asked first.”

“It’s okay,” Maggie said with a sly smirk as she kissed Angel back.  “If the palooka is watching, we might as well give him a show, right?”

“Hell, yes,” Angel said leaning over and kissing his baby girl on the top of her head.  

[gh0staro]

PLEASE DO NOT REPOST MY ART, THANK YOU!!!

welp without drawing for like the entire summer break i suddenly decided to draw taeoh from an uncomfortable truth. my friend got me into webcomics a few months ago and i was watchig edits of the webomcomic bastard and i saw yoseob and was like "wow this webcomic looks nice" and honey was there a big storm comin

ive read it like 2 and a half times and i cry every time this webcomic is by far my favorite and i love taeoh and jaeha i just cant draw jaehas hair so rip. anyways, please go and read an uncomfortable truth on lezhin comics its so underrated i watch like the same edits of it on instagram every day. sorry about the weird rant about it but seriously :'( it hit me right in the depression.

now about the art, the first one i just wanted to try painting or whatever. the second one i was actually gonna try to draw one of my animal crossing characters and it just turned into taeoh for some reason. i forgot my ds back at home and i stay at my grandparents during the summer and i forgot what my animal crossing new leaf character looked like so i was gonna draw my pocket camp one. i really wanna draw both of them together at some point tho. ik i have a drawing of my acnl character but its not full body and i wanted to draw full bodies (even tho i suck at it but i dont practice so rip) so guess ill have to wait about less than a month until when i get home cuz dumb school >:v

also, sorry for the inactivity. i havent had motivation to draw for most of summer break and i kinda just felt lost. ive tried multiple times to draw but it wouldnt turn out right and id just give up half way through the sketch, which is bad ik please dont hurt me. now i feel behind and wasted a lot of time that i couldve used for improving my drawings. tragic, ik. again, sorry for this dumb rlly long rant. ill try to draw more but now its the end of summer and im already stressing out about everything

[theroguewhocoaxedyouintoparadise]

1 year of reputation

1 year of:

•Wonder how many girls he had loved and left haunted

•I see nothing better, I keep him forever like a vendetta

•Island breeze and lights down low, no one has to know

• And he can be my jailer, Burton to this Taylor, every love known in comparison is a failure

• BIG REPUTATION, BIG REPUTATION

• You hold me down and I protect you with my life

• I don’t wanna touch you, I don’t wanna be just another ex-love you don’t wanna see, I don’t wanna miss you like the other girls do. I don’t wanna hurt you, I just wanna be drinking on the beach with you all over me, I know what they all say, but I ain’t tryna play

• Reputation precedes me, in rumors I'm knee deep, the truth is it's easier to ignore it, believe me.

•Even when we'd argue, we don't do it for long, and you understand the good and bad, end up in the song.

•For all your beautiful traits, and the way you do it with ease for all my flaws, paranoia, and insecurities.

•I've made mistakes, and made some choices that's hard to deny.

•I hit you like bang, we tried to forget it, but we just couldn't and I bury hatchets but I keep maps of where I put 'em.

•Reputation precedes me, they told you I'm crazy, I SWEAR I DON’T LOVE THE DRAMA IT LOVES ME

•And I can't let you go, your hand print's on my soul, it's like your eyes are liquor, it's like your body is gold.

•'Cause for every lie I tell them, they tell me three

• This is how the world works, now all he thinks about is me

•IF A MAN TALKS SHIT THEN I OWE HIM NOTHING

•This is how the world works, you gotta leave before you get left

•But if he drops my name, then I owe him nothin', and if he spends my change, then he had it comin'

•They're burning all the witches, even if you aren't one. So LIGHT. ME. UP.

•Don't blame me, love made me crazy, if it doesn't, you ain't doin' it right

•Lord, save me, my drug is my baby, I'd be usin' for the rest of my life

•For you, I would cross the line, I would waste my time, I would lose my mind. They say she's gone too far this time.

•I once was poison ivy, but now I'm your DAAAAAAISYYYYYY

•And baby, for you, I would fall from grace just to touch your face

•I get so high, oh, every time, yeah every time you're lovin' me

•My reputation's never been worse, so you must like me for me

•We can't make any promises now, can we, babe? But you can make me a drink

•Oh damn, never seen that color blue

•Is it cool that I said all that? Is it chill that you're in my head? 'Cause I know that it's delicate delicate

•ISNT IT? ISNT IT? ISNT IT?

•Handsome, your mansion with a view

•Sometimes when I look into your eyes I pretend you're mine, all the damn time

•I don't like your little games, don't like your tilted stage. The role you made me play: Of the fool, no, I don't like you

•But I got smarter, I got harder in the nick of time. Honey, I rose up from the dead, I do it all the time

•You asked me for a place to sleep, locked me out and threw a feast (WHAT?!?!)

•The world moves on, another day, another drama, drama, but not for me, not for me, all I think about is karma. And then the world moves on, but one thing's for sure: Maybe I got mine, but you'll all get yours

•I don't trust nobody and nobody trusts me

•I'm sorry, the old Taylor can't come to the phone right now. Why?" "Oh, 'CAUSE SHE’S DEAD" (oh!)

•See you in the dark. All eyes on you, my magician

•Gold cage, hostage to my feelings

•And our pieces fall right into place

•Lipstick on your face

•I'm yours to keep and I'm yours to lose.

•Met you in a bar. All eyes on me, your illusionist

•But I got your heart Skippin', skip-skippin' when I'm gone

•Scratches down your back now

•You should think about the consequence of your magnetic field being a little too strong

•Whisky on ice, Sunset and Vine, you've ruined my life, by not being mine

•Ocean blue eyes looking in mine, I feel like I might sink and drown and diiiiie (tling)

•Guess I'll just stumble on home to my cats, alone, unless you wanna come along (blink)

•The best of times, the worst of crimes, I struck a match and blew your mind, but I didn't mean it, and you didn’t see it

•I wanted to leave him, I needed a reason

•We never had a shotgun shot in the dark

•We were flyin’, but we'd never get far

•Don't pretend it's such a mystery, think about the place where you first met me

•There were sirens in the beat of your heart

•And a circus ain't a love story, and now we’re both sorry (we’re both sorry)

•It hit you like a shotgun shot to the heart

•It's no surprise I turned you in (oh oh), ‘cause us traitors never win

•I’m in a getaway car, I left you in a motel bar. Put the money in a bag and I stole the keys, that was the last time you ever saw me

•We met a few weeks ago, now you try on callin' me baby, like tryin' on clothes

•Salute to me, I’m your American Queen

•And all at once, you are the one I have been waiting for

•And all at once, you're all I want, I'll never let you go king of my heart, body, and soul ooh whoa

•Your love is a secret I'm hoping, dreaming, dying to keep

•Change my priorities: The taste of your lips is my idea of luxury

•Is this the end of all the endings? My broken bones are mending

•Say you fancy me, not fancy stuff. Baby, all at once, THIS IS ENOUGH

•My love had been frozen deep blue, but you painted me golden

•I could've spent forever with your hands in my pockets, picture of your face in an invisible locket

•And darling, you had turned my bed into a sacred oasis

•I loved you in spite of deep fears that the world would divide us, so, baby, can we dance, oh, through an avalanche?

•I'm a mess, but I'm the mess that you wanted

•If I could dance with you again I'd kiss you as the lights went out, swaying as the room burned down, I'd hold you as the water rushes in

•There is an indentation in the shape of you. Made your mark on me, a golden tattoo

•All of this silence and patience, pining in anticipation, my hands are shaking from holding back from you

•Inescapable, I’m not even going to try, and if I get burned, at least we were electrified

•I'm spilling wine in the bathtub, you kiss my face and we're both drunk

•Flashback when you met me, your buzzcut and my hair bleached. Even in my worst times, you could see the best of me

•Flashback to my mistakes, my rebounds, my earthquakes. Even in my worst lies, you saw the truth in me

•And I woke up just in time, now I wake up by your side (*Magical sound*)

•My one and only, my lifeline

•Jumping to the pool from the balcony, everyone swimming in a champagne sea

•But you stabbed my back while shaking my hand

•And therein lies the issue, friends don't try to trick you, get you on the phone and mind-twist you. And so I took an axe to a mended fence

•Here's a toast to my real friends, they didn’t care about that he said, she said

•And here's to my baby, he ain't reading what they call me lately

•And here's to my momma, had to listen to ALL.THIS.DRAMA.

•My castle crumbled overnight, I brought a knife to a gunfight, they took the crown, but it's alright

•All the liars are calling me one, nobody's heard from me for months, I'm doing better than I ever was

•So call it what you want, yeah, call it what you want to

•All my flowers grew back as thorns, windows boarded up after the storm, he built a fire just to keep me warm

•And I know I make the same mistakes every time, bridges burn, I never learn, at least I did one thing right.

•Starry eyes sparkin' up my darkest night

• I want to wear his initial on a chain round my neck, chain round my neck, not because he owns me, but cause he really knows me, which is more than they can say

•Slowly I said, "You don't need to save me, but would you run away with me?" Yes (would you run away?)

•Don’t read the last page, but I stay when you're lost and I'm scared and you’re turning away

[girlbossblackbeard]

i have to create a short comic about anything in my life for a class im in and i’m writing about me discovering my sexuality, and in the process of mining through my blog to find the specific post with the date i officially realized i was queer (which is the third picture--at the time i apparently took the label of “bisexual” because i didnt know queer could be used as a valid label) i found some other gems and wanted to compile them all together. for reference, the timeline is as follows: -the first post/ask was posted on January 13th of 2013 (and turned out to be like..INCREDIBLY untrue as, even now, i’m still constantly suddenly hit with realizations of girls/characters i had crushes on as a kid but i was never brought up to think that i could like girls in that way so now it’s like that image of Raven when she’s talking about something but suddenly stops and looks dramatically into the camera while seeing into the future and learning something important except my superpower is seeing into the past and realizing how gay i was)

-the second post was reblogged over a year later on April 23rd of 2014 (and i want to point out that in looking through my blog there were literally DOZENS of other posts saying basically the same thing that were reblogged before this one)

-the third post was made 2 days later (lmao) on the 25th, leading me to accidentally come out to many of my irl friends whom i had forgotten follow me on this account (my bad--i legitimately just forgot to tell yall since most of you were identifying as some part of the queer community by that point so it wasnt even a big thing)

-the last post was made over a month later on May 19th, solidifying a lifetime of closeted jokes that i have only myself to laugh about with because i’ve apparently been tasked with being the token Gay ™  of the family but no one else knows it

and other stuff has happened in between these events as well as from the last post to now but i just find it interesting to look back on this extremely pivotal (and painful, unfortunately) point in my life and to see how far i’ve come

also homegirl was really reblogging posts about being a straight girl who thinks other girls are ethereal goddesses sent from above like........oh honey. you’ve got a big storm comin’

[all-i-wanna-write]

saved in your heart(beat)

[ Masterlist ] summary: Love can transverse space and time... and species and age I guess. At least, that’s what Jihoon found out falling for you. 

“Wait you knew I was a vampire?” “Wait you’re actually a vampire? I thought you were a drug dealer..” “How did you come down to that conclusion???” “I'll be honest, it was the soap dispenser thing.”

[ Sorry this is out a bit late to the one who requested it! I’ll be honest I spent a good deal of the time trying to remember where SOPA was before I figured out it meant School of Performing Arts and felt like a dumb dumb. I hope you enjoy this, I tried hard to write it kind of humorous, thank you for requesting! Also Happy Halloween everyone! <3 - Admin V ]

[ Word Count: 2333 ]

you and jihoon were an odd pair, that’s for sure

while both of you did wear the standardized uniform at school, both of you had completely different fashion tastes outside of it

jihoon has all these bright colors and… really mismatched items

meanwhile you had mostly dark colors but they went well with your pale skin

and your eyes were a really light blue which drew in a lot of people

many would ask for you to speak your home language and you were getting tired of it

while he was very popular because of produce 101

so of course he was asked to do aegyo,,, all the time,,, he wanted to just hide forever by that point is this his legacy

what about his dancing to turbo or get ugly

relentless teasing from members about aegyo that he can only escape at school

so he thought, no one escapes it

good luck jeojang boy i wish the best for you

meanwhile

you had this natural beauty about you that allured people

everyone could tell that you weren’t korean, what with how your eyes and hair was

while hair could be dye

no contacts could ever be that blue

if only they knew you had a secret

that you hid in your medicine bottle that no one is allowed to touch

and the reason you really don’t smile that wide

most say it was from how you grew up and that you had this “princess” aura about you

so they secretly conspired that you were a princess in a protection program

ha, you didn’t need a protection program

because after living for nearly seven hundred years, you can protect yourself

the way you and jihoon met was

rather odd to say the least

you two shared the same culinary class and were cleaning up after everything because it 

was both of your turns to do it

mind you, jihoon has never spoken to you before and vice versa so it was a very quiet and awkward clean up as everyone was outside the class

the only sound there was was the faint sound of band kids sobbing into their instruments playing their instruments and the loud voice of the teacher there

and as he was scrubbing down a table he heard you curse quietly

thinking you had cut yourself he quickly looked up but he just saw you standing in front of the soap dispenser

he blinked as you kept swiping your hand in front of it before huffing and just going back to the sink to use dish soap

weird

he didn’t really pay much attention to it afterwards

until it happened again a month later when they were on clean-up duty again

and this time he heard more words rather than just quiet curses

not,,, that he was paying close attention,,, he’s scrubbing at this spec on the table really hard okay

“why do they need sensors, this is just as bad mirrors… damn humans…” 

that kind of threw him for a while because

uh? damn humans? 

“what?”

you startle and turn around, looking at jihoon who is staring with wide eyes

you laugh awkwardly and just wave it off

“oh don’t mind it, i say it as a joke a lot..”

he didn’t look convinced

it was an awkward staring contest as jihoon squinted at you

your eyes were looking away from his yet he still noticed the sheer power of them even if they weren’t directed towards him

if he looked harder, he could see how two of your teeth were a lot sharper than others when you spoke

that, coupled with dislike for going out in the sun and dark clothes….

“are you a manga artist?”

jihoon what the fuck how did you even-

“what? i don’t read manga...”

“i mean--” 

he hit himself on the head out of sheer embarrassment

why did he say MANGA ARTIST how does that even correlate

you two stood in silence before he laughed it off

“ah, sorry. my bad for assuming something like that, ha ha look at the time whoops i gOTTA GO FEED MY ROCK-”

and he was gone and you were left standing there

“what the fuck”

someone please pray for this boy how do you mess up that badly 

after that, he started to pay attention to what you do because something seemed really off about you to him

you noticed but you really don’t peg him for the type to really get it

not after that incident at least

he had his own assumptions

you were either a drug dealer or a vampire

either were likely honestly

he noted that you ate with a few girls at a table in the corner who were as pale as you were so he noted that down for drug dealer

( “jennie did you get the blood packs yet? feeding is soon.” 

“y/n i swear i will, it’s not exactly easy going around asking “hey, can i have your blood for me and my friend’s insatiable blood urge?”” 

“okay i don’t need your SASS right now girl.”

“girls you’re both pretty can i please eat my burger in peace” 

“how did you even get a burger lisa?”

“magic :D”

“i forgot you were a witch to be honest-- wait why can’t you just magically make the blood packets appear then?!” 

“jennie we talked about this, burgers are more solid than blood and who knows what could go wrong because blood and magic don’t mix well”

“why am i friends with you two”

“because we’re your buddies who have been with you through thick and thin?”

“and we are the only supernatural people here.”

“jennie i was trying to have a moment why do you ruin these things.”

etc.)

when you laughed, your fangs showed

wow you sounded really pretty laughing actually-

“don’t get distracted!” he mumbled to himself, causing looks from Woojin sitting beside him

he flushed and sat back down, trying to get the sound of your laughter out of his head

the more he observed you, the more he noticed small things about you

you wrinkled your nose when you were embarrassed

or giggled into your hand while blushing

anyways moving on

he observed you for maybe a month before he had to leave for a week due to schedules

which sucked because he was finally onto something

yeah maybe that big crush you developed

he is able to get back around the time of halloween which is actually great because the teachers don’t assign anything

(unless you had mr. kwon, to which I wish you luck because halloween he dresses up as a devil, which is no different from his usual attire lol

so he had more time to figure out if you really did sell drugs)

or were a vampire

but you couldn’t be a vampire

honey you have a big a storm a comin

come halloween day he dressed up as a pixie because he couldn’t find anything else in time with all the rush of schedules and comebacks from before

and everyone's in costume wow 

he was pretty sure he saw someone dressed as a bandit and he just got memories to guanlin “bandit” face mask and had to hold in his laughter

he looked around for you and

oh wow

you looked

wow

you had a long deep red, nearly black dress on

your hair was down and curled

and when you turned around his breath was taken away because

halloween was a special time where they did allow makeup, and your face was done up and

your already flawless skin had slight blush on, ruby red lips, and striking red eyes

which you could change on your own actually

you could physically see the arrow go through jihoon’s heart and at that moment he knew he was screwed

come time for break he see’s you walking off somewhere and of course his investigation is nowhere near done

so he follows 

don’t do this kids, you’ll be the first to die in horror movies 

he see’s you sipping something red outside and it is coming from your medicine bottle he saw a few times

wait

is that

“is that blood?”

you turned around so fast and was on him in a flash

he screamed like a girl let’s not lie here

“i PROMISE NOT TO TELL I FIND YOU REALLY CUTE I DON'T WANT YOU TO LEAVE I KNOW YOU’RE A VAMPIRE!”

“what”

“i mean what”

it's awkward for a bit before

“wait you knew i was a vampire?”

“wait you’re actually a vampire?? I thought you were a drug dealer..”

“how did you come down to that conclusion???”

“i'll be honest, it was the soap dispenser thing.”

“soap dispensers are evil i tell you.”

“okay but, you could have just used the hand soap in the first place?”

“while you aren’t wrong, i still find them evil.”

“you literally suck blood out of people.”

“okay you got me there but i am not like that i drink from blood packets.”

“oh.”

then it's silent again before

“so what was that about me being cute?”

he flushes and stutters out for a while

“w-well you see i uh, well i erm uh, i kind of, like you? like likey like you and i don’t actually know how to do this but uh i find you really attractive like when you laugh and smile my heart beats a lot and uh..”

you smile softly at his rambling before putting a finger to his lips to hush him

wow they were soft

noted

“if it helps any, jihoon-ah, i likey like you too.” and the way you smiled sent his heart beating a mile a minute before he smiled again

“so… does that mean we can date?” jihoon was nervous and he heard you giggle as you pecked his cheek

“of course it does, jihoonie.”

he smiled and hugged you tight, and you sighed and rested your head against his chest and felt his heart beat

it was a nice sound

a sneeze broke you two out of your moment as you two turned to see the rest of his members standing there, waiting to pick jihoon up for schedules

some had shocked looks but some just looked smug

“you know i’m not actually surprised, manager is a vampire too, but i didn’t think jihoonie would be one to fall for older women.” - Minhyun

cue your startled laughter at that as the they come over and finally talk to you 

they heard so much about you already from how much jihoon rants when waiting before shows lol

and jihoon just hides his face in his hands as the rest of the members coo at him for finally confessing and some go to talk to you

namely daniel, seongwoo, and jaehwan 

ongnielhwan is science

the three weren’t scared of you at all

in fact they found it cool that you were a vampire and asked a lot of questions

like how it was to be a vampire for a while, if you had any powers etc.

to which you just shrug and say it's kind of like being human, only not really eating food, just blood

you also mentioned you could change your eye color and wipe memories if need be

they aww’d and ooh’d at that

they were really close to you as they asked like the kids they were

jihoon looked up from being poked at to see them asking you about the whole eye color thing

and how close they were to you

and maybe it was because you were finally his

or the distance between you and his members

but something in him snapped

and he rushed over and pulled you away, an arm curled around you protectively

“mine.” 

if you didn’t see him just stuttering and blushing earlier you would have found that kind of hot except this man was in a pixie costume and wings and not at all intimidating

so you just giggled at him

“aww, is someone jealous?”

“what- no- im not- shut up i’m not-”

“sure you aren’t jihoonie.”

“i’m not!” 

you just smiled at him and pecked his cheek again

“come on, you have a shoot to go to and i have to go finish up my food.”

he was blushing red but stopped you

“wait i dont have your number yet can i--”

you just took out a pen from your bag and wrote your number on the inside of his arm

“message me after the shoot is done, cutie.” 

and you walked away into the shadows and wow

jihoonie is standing there staring, face beet red, before guanlin nudges him

to which jihoon turns back to see the rest of wanna one smirking

“so jihoonie~.”

it was at that moment that jihoon knew

he was screwed

it was worth it though,

he got a girlfriend and figured out that you were not, in fact, a drug dealer

extra: 

( “okay lisa did you record that?” 

“sure did jennie.”

“perfect now we have evidence on y/n--”

“and what do you two think you are doing back-- were you spying on me and jihoon?!”

“cmon y/n, you keep talking about him to us that it was getting old, so of course we are gonna follow him when he follows you!”

“what if he didn’t like me? what if he exposed me?!”

“okay but listen, we are your friends, and lisa is a witch, we know he wouldn't.”

“i hate you two.”

“love you too, y/n~.” )

( “y/n?”

“yes jihoon?”

“you know that soap dispenser was hand-push right?”

“.... no. no i did not.”

“w-whoa there why are you grabbing a hammer? y/n? y/n!”

“soap dispensers are evil jihoon.” )

( “wait minhyun you said our manager was a vampire, how did you know?”

“he told us day one, didn’t any of you listen? a lot of people in the industry are supernatural creatures, apparently.”

“WHAT?!” )