#ok but this might be my best horse yet

[bluevaractyl]

Turned a page of miscellaneous sketches into doodles. No references used for sketches, but I referenced the AoL manual to finish Link and looked at various horse pics for the wonky horse. I never draw horses long enough 😅 oh well

[avoxrising]

The Feral One • Chapter 3

Finnick x Reader

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I wrote this on my lunch break to squeeze another chapter out for y’all! Enjoy :)

Content Warnings - panic attacks/breakdowns

When the parade is about to start, the peacekeepers march you over to your chariot. They go to lift you onto it but you shriek, causing them to back up and aim their guns at you.

“Woah there,” Finnick states, slowly stepping between you and them. “What have I told you guys about touching her?”

“The tribute needs to be in the chariot,” one of the peacekeepers says.

“Can you uncuff her so she can pull herself up?” Finnick asks.

“No,” the peacekeeper grunts. By this point you are curled into a ball, doing your best to take deep breaths. Tears threaten to spill over and ruin your makeup.

“Hey hey hey,” Finnick says in a calm voice, crouching down to you. “I need to lift you into the chariot. It will be quick.”

You give him a slight nod as you stand up. He gets into the chariot, ensuring you can clearly see his hands the entire time. He’s probably flashed his prep team with all his moving but there’s not much he can do about it with the lack of clothes he’s wearing.

Tensing up, you let him gently lift you into the chariot. He’s careful not to touch you more than necessary. Despite basically living at your place, he always gives you plenty of personal space. However, sometimes you find yourself wishing he would stand the tiniest bit closer to you. He is your safe person, until your brain convinces you that he isn’t.

You nearly fall off the chariot as the horses lurch forward. Finnick grabs your arm to keep you upright and you go to punch him with your cuffed hands, only to remember that it’s just Finnick. You don’t want to hurt him.

“I’m sorry but you’re too pretty to be falling out of a chariot,” he whispers. You nod and do your best to wipe your tears with your hands.

The crowd booms as you enter their view with Finnick. Declarations of love for him are screamed while people shout vile words at you. Roses are thrown his direction, while you get hit with some small rocks and other hard objects. Finnick does his best to shield you but it’s no use.

You can feel him tense as the urge to protect you flairs up, but he can’t; not in front of sponsors. It’s bad enough that he’ll lose most of the sponsors once he allies with you in the arena. You both talked prior and reluctantly agreed that the best move was for him not to be overprotective in front of sponsors.

Another rock is thrown your way, this time hitting your cheek near your scar. That’s your breaking point. You can feel the heat rush to your head as your nails dig into the chariot. Finnick is panicking at this point. There’s no calming you down and you aren’t even halfway through the parade. If you make it back to the stables, he’ll have to sedate you.

You don’t remember the rest of the parade, or nearly attacking Linessa, or Finnick sedating you. What you do remember is the conversation you overhear between Gloss and Katniss as Finnick carries you to the elevator.

“So girl on fire,” Gloss says. “Though of any allies yet? Or are you and lover boy going to try to kill us alone?”

Katniss doesn’t reply but something must have tipped Gloss off to her potential allies.

“Those two?” he laughs. “Fishy and Feral? You’re dumber than I thought. Those two are sadists. They love killing people slowly, and watching the life drain from them. You’d be dead within two hours. Who knows, she might even eat you if she’s hungry. There wouldn’t even be a body left to bring back to your family.”

Finnick tenses up, having overheard their conversation as well. He carries you to the elevator and you fully pass out.

He’s sitting in your room when you wake up. His arms are covered in scratches and he looks exhausted.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper. “I didn’t mean to.”

He shakes his head and walks over towards your bed.

“It’s ok,” he sighs. “Everyone is fine.”

“Is Mags fine?” you ask in a panic. “He, he said…”

“What did he say?” Finnick tenses.

“If I do anything crazy he’ll kill her, and you,” you sob. “I’m sorry. I can’t control myself.”

Finnick let’s out a long sigh and rubs his temples.

“Everyone is fine,” he states. “You didn’t break down until we were back in the stables. Barely anyone saw.”

“I don’t think I should go to training,” you state. “I’m not in control.”

“The peacekeepers informed me earlier that you aren’t allowed out of your room, for training or for the interviews. They’ve allowed me in here on the condition that I carry sedative on me in case you need it,” he explains.

“Mags?” you ask and he shakes his head. She isn’t allowed to visit. Finnick goes to get more ice for your bruises and you do your best to enjoy the remaining bit of sanity you have left.

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Last to Fall Chapter 3 - Dark On Me

18+ | 2.9k | Aegon II Targaryen X Female Dragonseed Reader | Unresponsive Aegon | half sister reader - you're a princess now! Fastest elevation in class ever! wholesome, fluff, severe injury and burns, mentions of death and other bad things, but still... this whole thing is actually kind of sweet compared to what I usually write.

Ok! This chapter was actually very emotional for me to write. I think sometimes I put my mind too closely into that of my characters, because as I was imagining several parts of this chapter from the reader's perspective, I found myself tearing up. Hopefully that emotion comes across in the work and makes it better.

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I've also decided that I'm going to try my best to fit every chapter to a Starset song because the whole Series is based off the title of one (Last to Fall). I'm enjoying the challenge of finding one that suits each theme/ story! They're not all going to be perfectly aligned, but I'll try my best. This one is Starset - Dark on Me I especially like the line - 'But I found in you what was lost in me.. In a world so cold and empty.' Thanks to @zaldritzosrose for headers and I actually made all the gifs myself again! Tags: @coffeebooksrain18, @lexi-anastasia-astra-luna, @meggletoomanyfandoms, @theanbitchless (If you wanna be removed or added from/to the taglist, just let me know)

You hear the horns sound and watch from the balustrade as the procession makes its way through the city up towards the Red Keep. The soldiers return from battle victorious, carting the head of Meleys upon a wagon, but you haven’t seen Sunfyre return yet and nobody will tell you what has become of the king. You’ve heard his mother, Queen Dowager Alicent, mention Aegon in hushed whispers with some council members, but she has not deemed you worthy to share whatever information she has.

Even with the king’s decree elevating your status to that of princess, none will tell you what has happened. You must assume the worst. As the caravan draws closer to the castle, you can see another cart led by two horses. It carries what appears to be a casket covered by many blankets and your heart sinks at the thought of your most dire fears come true.

He cannot be dead. No, no. You won’t accept it.

You rush down to the courtyard, to await the arrival of your king, praying to any gods that might listen that he is still alive. A large contingent of the Kingsguard greet you outside and you feel even more strongly now that your assumption must be true. That Aegon is indeed in that wooden tomb, very likely deceased, but your heart still holds out hope that you’re wrong. The massive gates open to the inner wall of the keep and you watch with despair as the wagon is pulled forward.

As the wooden cart stops, your eyes dart to and fro as men step up to bear the casket forth. You catch the gaze of one of the white cloaks standing near you, and plead with him for answers. “Is he dead?” you whisper, desperate to know the fate of the man who had asked you to be his.

He offers a knowing expression of remorse, but nothing more. You are forced to follow behind as six men carry the king inside, be he dead or alive. You can’t help but wonder where everyone is. Where is his mother? His brother? Where is the small council? Is nobody here to witness the return of the king? You can’t help but to cry quietly as you follow the men of the City Watch and Kingsguard combined with your hung head low.

They carry the massive wooden crate all through the castle, heading upstairs until they enter Maegor’s Holdfast. You pass by Queen Helaena who is standing outside of her chambers, observing the procession with curiosity. You can’t help but wonder if they had kept the truth from her as well. When your eyes lock onto each others, her features twist with curiosity at the sight of your tears, but there is no malice present.

Helaena has never been rude or cruel to you, despite her knowledge of your role in Aegon’s life. She almost seemed grateful that you were able to offer him the companionship that she could not. The queen did not follow further, opting to stay back, likely having a sense that even more tragedy was on the horizon. You didn’t blame her for that, but it didn’t change that you must know. You had to see with your own eyes what had become of your love, Aegon.

As the doors to the king’s chambers opened, your gaze fell upon Alicent standing to the side by the windows. Of course she had known, but chose to leave you in the dark, suffering alone with your doubts and fears. When she saw you, she averted her eyes for a moment, her facade of calm cracking slightly before she steeled herself and offered you a nod. You returned the gesture with a trembling lower lip stepping aside to watch what came next.

They removed the lid of the casket and a whimper escaped your lips as one soldier took Aegon’s sword, Blackfyre, from within and placed it to the side with reverence. The soldiers cleared the room as men dressed in black heaved a dark canvas bag from within the wooden coffer. The sight of this actually made you fall to your knees with grief, finally seeing proof that Aegon was not of this world anymore.

A lamenting wail throbbed through your chest as they placed Aegon’s body on the bed. Your hand clutched the footboard as you fell down on one knee, barely keeping yourself upright. Alicent came to stand beside you, and you barely noticed the presence of the maesters entering through your sobbing.

“Is he alive?” the Queen Dowager asked with a mixture of shock and trepidation. The words stopped your weeping instantly as you pulled yourself up and leaned over the bedframe.

“His Grace, remains with us, for the moment,” Grand Maester Orwyle answered somberly.

You let out whining gasp that makes you sound like a pathetic animal, but you can’t help it. “He was alive? And you carted him through the streets as though he were a corpse!?” You cannot help but cry out as you stare accusingly at Alicent, appalled by the treatment he’d received.

“I didn’t have much say in it,” the Queen Dowager replies looking bewildered as the sight before her seemed to sink in. “They told me.. They thought it would be best that nobody saw the injuries he sustained.”

You stop your outrage, realizing that she likely didn’t know the extent of the damage either. Still, you wish she would have confided in you what little she had known so that you might have better prepared for this.

Orwyle takes an instrument from his medical kit and begins to remove pieces of Aegon’s armor. The more you look, the more you begin to understand what has happened to him. The entire left side of his body, from his head all the way down to his leg, has been scorched by dragonflame. His arm appears to have been dealt the brunt of the damage, where the Valyrian steel has melted into his limb, leaving it a gored tangle of flesh and metal.

A cry threatens to escape your lips once more, but you stifle it. There will be time for sobbing later, but for now you wish to keep yourself preoccupied. “I wish to help,” you say desperately, but everyone is so busy at work that nobody even responds. “Please,” you ask again, your brows furrowed with anguish. “I need to help.”

Alicent offers a glance at one of the maesters assisting Orwyle and from there, a chain reaction of assent occurs, until finally a young man tugs your arm and pulls you to the side.

“You can aid me in making the poultices,” he says softly. You cannot possibly express how grateful you are for the opportunity to stay busy, while attempting to save your king. You offer the Queen Dowager an appreciative look from across the room and return to learning how to prepare the treatment for Aegon.

It is likely a good thing that you are not watching as they remove the king’s armor, for you can hear his ragged breaths and the gasp that startles from Alicent’s mouth in response to it.

“Is my son going to die?” she asks sounding petrified. You do not wish to hear it, but you can’t tune it out either.

“I’m afraid I cannot say,” Orwyle responds quietly, turning his head to regard the Queen Dowager for a moment. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, Your Grace, these next hours are most critical.”

“Of course,” Alicent replies, taking a step back so that she’s no longer interfering with the healers work.

The young maester in training hands you a plate filled with individual leaves of steamed cabbage and notions for you to take it to the bed. “Take these,” he says quietly as a mouse. You don’t hesitate to obey, not wanting to hinder Aegon’s chances for survival.

You hold the tray out, leaning over Aegon’s bed, to an aged maester with a gray beard dressed all in dingy whites. He begins to take one piece at a time, placing the wraps at the bottom of Aegon’s broken leg and working his way up. Your hands shake slightly, but you do your best to stall your trembling so that you might be of use. Stealing a glance down the length of the bed, you see Orwyle sponging charred bits away from Aegon’s once pristine face.

Your heart aches, but you push it deep down. There will be time to grieve later if he dies, but you refuse to give into despair again before that actually happens.

“Someone will have to rule in his stead,” the cold and familiar voice cuts through your thoughts.

You turn to your right and see Aemond standing there, dead center at the foot of Aegon’s bed. He had always seemed dangerous to you, but has never looked this unhinged before. You can’t help but wonder what might have happened at the battle of Rook’s Rest to change his demeanor so drastically. The way he looks at Aegon, it reminds you of a cat playing with a mouse, holding it by the tail and swatting at it.

You can’t help but wonder how he stands there without an ounce of concern for his brother. As your discomfort grows, you decide that you will have to keep an eye on the prince from now on. You swear solemnly to yourself, glaring at Aemond while you do so, that you will keep watch on the king as though your life depended on it. Just in case.

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It has been a couple of days now and while Aegon has not yet woken, he has not yet passed into the arms of the Stranger either. He’s been cleaned up considerably, and his wounds all tended to. The only remnants of the horror you witnessed when he first arrived in the Red Keep being the charcoal still tinting his cheek and of course all of the burns that lace his left side. His broken leg is propped up to keep the blood from swelling, but otherwise Aegon looks peaceful in his slumber, despite the audible struggle he has breathing. You lay next to Aegon on the bed, unwilling to leave his side for any reason lest he might wake alone without a caring face to welcome him back. Nestled carefully against the side of him that is not horribly burnt, it almost feels comforting to feel his chest rise and fall beside you with a fire crackling in the hearth.

At first, you worried that Aegon might pass at any given moment, but once he was out of imminent danger, it became a waiting game. Inevitably boredom overcame you as the king continued to sleep. You took to cleaning to pass the time. First, washing and scrubbing every nook and cranny of the floor in his chambers despite the objection of everyone that came across your endeavoring to stay sane. You then moved onto dusting and cleaning out the tapestries. It was one of the few times you’d left the king’s chambers since he returned, but you wanted to take everything outside to be aired out, lest there be a dust storm within.

A soft sigh pulls you from your memories and your eyes open to see Alicent sitting at the side of Aegon’s bed. Her hand is clinging to his as she leans slightly onto the bed. You can tell from her expression that this whole situation has been very taxing on her. Within such a short span of time, she’s almost lost her eldest son and king, and been passed over for the regency of the realms in his absence for Aemond. Given the predatory way the new Prince Regent had been staring at Aegon days prior, this is a decision you wholeheartedly disagree with.

As much as you hate to admit it, you’ve grown to appreciate Alicent’s company. At first she seemed annoyed by your presence, but you can only assume that in seeing your dedication to her son, she’s softened towards you. She’s even shared several kind words with you, which felt incredibly awkward, especially when she began referring to you as ‘The Princess,’ a title you are still not accustomed to hearing anyone speak, let alone her.

The Queen Dowager had never acknowledged the decree previously, but then none of the acceptance really matters without Aegon here to share it with. He’d talked of marrying you upon his return and now you wondered if that would ever happen. Your fingers caress softly along his arm, a motion that has become almost involuntarily by now as you huddle to him, hoping that your touch will bring him back.

Alicent stands suddenly, her eyes bleary as she places a hand on her son’s good cheek. She almost looks afraid to get too close, as though admitting the depth of her care for him might somehow make it hurt more to lose him. She nods a soft ‘good night’ to you and goes to leave the room. You watch for a moment as the maester opens the door for her in anticipation, and rest your head back down on the pillow.

And that’s when you hear it, so quiet and coarse that you might have missed it if you had not been right beside him. “Mummy,” he whispers without opening his eyes.

You dart up from the bed with haste, looking at him incredulously, as though he had just risen from the dead. “Queen Dowager!” you cry out, not wishing to disturb him, but needing to get her attention. “Maesters! He spoke!” You realize you are laughing with relief as you call out to the them, brushing the backs of your knuckles upon Aegon’s cheek gently as you coo to him. “She is coming, my love.”

As Alicent rushes back to her son’s bedside, you both share a look of hopeful promise. “What did he say?” she asks, her eyes searching over Aegon as though he might move, and than glancing back to you.

“He said ‘Mummy,’” you answer with a smile, happy to see the look of touched gratitude that appears on her face.

“Oh my sweet son…” she trails off, seemingly unable to put words to how she is feeling. She stands beside him, reaching out with a little more confidence this time. “Mummy’s here,” she offers quietly as the two maesters on duty gather behind her.

Aegon lets out a gravelly sound, his breath hitching as he fights for consciousness.

“We’ll let Grand Maester Orwyle know of this development,” one of the men in white offers. “But if he is soon to be speaking with us, it is good news indeed.”

The Queen Dowager is in high spirits when she is finally ready to leave for the night, so exhausted she can barely keep her eyes open. “Thank you,” she says, looking you in the eyes as she rises from her chair. “You didn’t have to call me back, but I’m glad that you did.”

“Who am I to deny him his mother if that’s who he’s ask for?” you say as though there was no other possible outcome in your mind.

She smiles at you with a warmth she’s never shown you before, nodding slightly. “Will you have them fetch me if he wakes again?” she asks with fondness in her voice.

“Of course,” you reply, settling back into the bed beside Aegon. You are surprised when she walks around to your side of the bed, and proceeds to mother you under the covers.

“If you’re going to spend your nights in here, than the least you can do is keep comfortable,” Alicent says with a hint of jest in her tone.

It is definitely a touch strange as she pulls the blanket up and around you, tucking it underneath you slightly. It’s almost suffocating, but in a nice way. “Good night,” you say, turning on your side towards Aegon. You’ve practically made a nook at his side from the amount of time you’ve spent there by now.

“Sleep well,” Alicent calls as she extinguishes the candles, leaving nothing but the hearth to light the immediate vicinity. She ushers the maesters out of the room, with an authoritative pitch. “Get some rest for the night, my son is in good hands as you can plainly see.”

As the doors close and you’re left in silence, you can’t help but consider how sometimes the worst things in life can really help to bring people together. You’ve also seen tragedy tear relationships apart, but when something beautiful can blossom from the ashes of destruction, it almost feels like everything is going to be alright again. Like Aegon is going to wake up and get out of his bed and move on with his life. And when he does, he’ll find himself rousing to a world in which his mother might feel a little more comfortable showing her thanks for his company.

You nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck, inhaling deeply of his scent. Despite all of the medicinal herbs and the lingering remnants of carbon, you can still smell him. You press a tender kiss on his neck, right below his ear, humming softly as you taste him on your lips.

Whispering softly, you beseech him with kindness, “I love you, Aegon.” You run the tip of your nose against his jawline, savoring the feel of him. “I’ll wait for you… As long as it takes. Just come back to me.”

[lilwetto]

Save a horse, ride a cowboy (18+)

Scrim x Y/N

Warnings: SMUT. Also will be written in third person BUT it might change to first since it's easier for me idk yet. might change it.

A/N this is my first scrim smut, so GO EASY ON ME. I also cannot do small paragraphs. I'M SORRY. I'm learning okay lmao, this is new to me all over again- this will not be light work, ok? Also would appreciate requests n shit, I want to actually test how far I can go with these while writing my stories on wattpad. I'll update whenever I can here, there's no hate here, only love. All my smut that I post here will be on my wattpad under LTE since I want to make an imagines book based on requests. It's difficult writing stories and trying to come up with ideas for imagines so pls give me ideas.

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It's been a month since you've heard from Scott, the two of you had been fighting on and off for the last three years, being in a relationship with him had never been an easy one. You had been best friends from the start to failed lovers now, he had written a verse about you in their song Escape from Babylon- talking about how you had gone from saying "I hate you" to "I love you", you've been in love with Scott since before the fame, however he had never felt the same way about you until a few years ago. 

Your last falling out, you decided to pack all of your shit and move out of the home you two shared. He was entertaining the females on tour and that seemed to be the last of your strength to stay in that relationship, leaving hurt the most since you felt like he never fought for you. 

Unfortunately, you’d have to see him again, you were their stylist for onstage attire and helping with the style of any music video any of them would be in. You knew Scott had a music video coming up, he had been writing a new album for the last year and a half. some new genres for him to try. Autotune being his best friend of course. 

You were dreading that phone call from their manager, Kyle. He knew your relationship with Scott was in fact all over the place, everyone could see that the two of you would always fall out, it was no secret that you were slowly starting to hate the person he had become. 

The last few minutes were peaceful yet horrible as you were pulled from your thoughts by the harsh ringtone of your iPhone. You groan out loud as Kyle’s name flashed across the screen, knowing you couldn’t ignore it. He paid you to do your job. 

“What?” You mumbled after accepting the call. 

“Nice to hear you’re cheery, Y/N.” His chuckle rattled your brain, rolling your eyes in disgust. “We need you to style this next video, come out to Chihuahuan Desert.” The fucking desert? Great. You think to yourself.

“When?” You mumble. You already knew the answer to your question, now. 

“Now would be great.” You look at the time. 

“Why the fuck are you guys picking closer to 11pm?” You didn’t want to leave the comforts of your bed. You managed to find a small apartment in New Mexico since your house with Scott was located in the middle of New Mexico. 

“Y/N, we’re not doing this again, be here in the next hour.” Kyle hung up on you, making you more annoyed than ever as you climbed out of bed and threw on some clothes that’ll keep you warm for the night. 

You drive your car to Chihuahuan Desert, seeing parts of the crew already setting up the lighting for this music video. Scott hadn’t released any new music yet, he had so much in the vault and was too picky to choose what he wanted to do with them all. 

You weren’t happy that they wanted to do this music video at stupid o’clock, parking your car and climbing out. You walk towards the group of people, seeing Kyle getting hands on. “Where is he?” You ask. Clearly not wanting to see or talk to Scott. 

“He’s in that trailer.” He pointed towards the trailer park looking as home. You rolled your eyes and walked up to the doors, knocking loudly as you hear a grumble and the words “come in.” 

Scott was looking over a few pieces of clothing, keeping his eyes locked onto the table as you stepped into the trailer. A part of you wanted to hug him tightly, but the other part wanted to cuss him out and cry. You were the only two in the trailer, looking over at the thousands of clothing that he couldn’t pick from. 

You grab a white oversized shirt, orange sweatshirt and a pair of his baggy jeans, placing them to the side as you looked over at his accessories. “What were you thinking of wearing?” You break the silence first. 

“Was thinking maybe this chain and bracelet.” Your hand brushes against his as the two of you go to pick up the same item. “Sorry.” You mumble quickly. 

Scott shrugs it off and plays it cool as he picks up the white cowboy hat and places it onto his head, a different look for him. He was branching out, picking up new styles from what he does in Suicideboys. 

“I want to say I’m sorry.” He started, catching you by surprise. Scott never apologized; he was stubborn as fuck when it came to him being wrong. In Scott’s eyes he was always right, who was the female in your relationship, huh?

“Doesn’t matter, I’m over it.” You say before you can even stop your words from rolling off the tip of your tongue. Scott wouldn’t like that answer and it felt foreign coming from you as you turned your back to leave the trailer to let him get dressed. 

“What?” His hand enclosed around your right upper arm, making you mentally groan. This is the last thing you wanted to deal with right now. “You don’t give a fuck about us?” 

You let out the biggest laugh as you turn your head to look at him. “That’s rich coming from you. Scott, it’s you who doesn’t give a fuck about us. I have chased you and pleaded and what would you do?” You huffed in annoyance as he turned you to face him. 

“You know I ain’t mean it like that, shawty.” He was doing his little cheesy grin, the one that would get him what he wanted as he bit on his lip. 

“Get changed, you asshole.” You wanted to leave because this always happened, it was always a cycle with Scott, and you were too tired to keep going around like a merry-go-round. 

He pulled your hands towards his belt, lingering your fingers over the cold metal piece. “I think I need some help.” He mumbled that grin still sitting on his lips made you want to slap it off. 

You thought about leaving, but somehow you were in a trance, helping him out of his clothes to change into these new ones. He reached around you, locking the door from behind you before he pressed you up against it. 

His arm outstretched beside your head, resting his hand on the door. “Suck it.” He mumbled, his other hand now holding your chin as his thumb grazed against your lower lip. 

Being the good girl that you were, you slowly got to your knees and with the help of Scott had his pants around his thighs. He was semi-hard, almost waving at you. Your eyes doe-like, stared up at him as you slowly stuck your tongue out. 

You tapped the head of his length against your tongue, you were going to tease him. Scott didn’t deserve to get it how he wanted it, you slowly run the tip of your tongue from the head to the base then back again before spitting at the end. 

He was trying not to moan, watching your every move like a predator stalking its prey. His thumb caressed your cheek as you eased him between your lips, gently nipping your teeth against his sensitive skin. This earned you a small groan from him, this was new, you hardly ever took the upper hand when it came to sex. 

“Y/N, stop teasing.” He grumbled, getting flustered by the lack of contact that he wanted. You peered up to his eyes, seeing the sparkle glistening in his eyes from the lights outside. 

Scott didn’t care much for people hearing and sometimes he didn’t care if anyone saw the two of you fuck, you were his girl and only his. He grabbed your hair in an attempt to get you to do what he asked. The game you were playing with him? Dangerous as hell. 

You pulled your head away, gazing up at him like a deer in the headlights. The look he always loved seeing on you. “Stop fucking playin, Y/N…” He was becoming agitated. 

“Who said I was playing, Scotty?” A small smirk finally appeared on your lips as his hand moved from your face to your hair in seconds, forcing you to be face-to-face with his now hardened length. 

He was throbbing, you could see it with the way it moved like it had a pulse. Your tongue touched the tip, jumping in excitement over a little bit of contact. Your lips finally making the contact that he so longed for, wrapping around his length caused Scott to groan under his breath. 

“Fuck..” Those words weren’t meant to be heard especially by you. He didn’t want you knowing that he had been missing you, his stubbornness stopped him from calling and texting you, refusing to sleep with any girl that threw themselves at him. 

He gripped your hair and slowly began to thrust his hips as he forced you to bob your head against them, taking the upper hand like he always done. You gagged slightly, feeling him hit the back of your throat. It had been awhile, moaning against him before he pulled himself out. 

He forced you up, pinning your back against the door as he roughly pulled your pants and panties off, standing on them to keep them in place so you could take them off without falling over. Scott grabbed your hand as he fell back against the couch, pulling you on top of his lap as he then eased himself inside of you. 

A low groan fell from his lips as he held your hips tightly, allowing you to move when you wanted to. The feeling of him stretching you out caused a soft whimper to burst from your throat, you had missed this feeling of him inside of you. 

You began to slowly rock your hips back and forth, each time you’d build more confidence in each roll forward. Your hands rested on his shoulders as you began to spell ‘coconut’ with your hips. 

“Holy shit… Y/N, you been watching videos or some shit?” His eyes peered from under the hat, licking his lips as he thought about devouring you right there and then.

You laugh under your breath which turned into a moan as Scott began to thrust up inside of you. His hands holding your hips firmly still as his hip movements became faster. His groans were filling the empty spaces as you began to rub circular motions against your clit, you refused to let him be the only one to cum. 

“Fuck… I can’t hold it anymore.” He mumbled, you took the hat from off his head and placed it onto your own. 

Your hips began to move faster against his own movements. Your moans becoming louder as he quickly covered your mouth, grunting as he filled you with his thick, warm load. You whimper under your breath as you feel yourself tighten around him, releasing yourself all over him.  

“Shit…” He chuckled quietly under his breath before placing a couple of soft kisses to your lips. “That was good.” 

You hum in response and slowly slide him out. “What can I say? I missed it.” You placed the hat back on his head and pulled your panties n pants back on before heading outside again. 

Everyone was staring over as you exited the trailer. “What?” You mumbled as Kyle came over. 

“The entire team heard the two of you..” He laughed, acting as if he was embarrassed for us. 

“What can I say? I like to save the horses and ride me a cowboy instead.” 

[lilysbookshelf987]

New camper: Percy Jackson x reader (daughter of apollo)

A/n: thank you so much for giving this a read! This is my first time writing for the PJO universe so let me know if you like it! Requests are open! No NSFW or Smut! Enjoy

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"Good morning" Percy said tiredly, greeting his best friend Grover at the dining pavilion, taking a seat next to him.

"Morning" Grover replied, "hey did you see Annabeth on your way here? She's usually the first one here and I haven't seen her yet"

As if almost on cue she was walking towards the boys, an excited smirk painted across her face.

"Camp Half-Blood has a new camper!"

"What?!" replied Percy

"She showed up late last night, all alone. Chiron told me she had been hurt pretty badly but he took her into the infirmary and gave her some Ambrosia"

"She took it? So, she's definitely a half-blood?" Percy asked

"Yep! We should be meeting her later today" Annabeth was ecstatic, she loved new campers!

--time skip--

As the day went on there was still no sight of the new camper. Word had made its way around camp and people began to take their guesses as to who was her parent.

"I hope she's in our cabin!" A child of Aphrodite had said

"No! I bet she HAS to be in ours! Showing up without a Satyr by her side means she's a warrior"an Ares kid chimed

"As long as she's not in ours I dont care" a tired looking Hermes kid said.

It was almost dinner time when Chiron had found Percy, sparring with someone from the Ares cabin.

"Percy can I speak to you for a moment?"

"Yeah sure" he said, removing his helmet and recapping his sword.

"Im sure you've heard we've had a new camper join us."

"Yeah it's all over camp" he replied

"Ah yes. Well let's say she hasn't been thrilled to learn about her new family. Reminds me a lot of you when you first came here"

Percy thought back to his first few days at camp. He was confused, scared, angry, and very much overwhelmed.

"I was wondering if you could help ease her mind by speaking to her. You understand what she's feeling better than I can."

"And im not half horse" Percy smiled

"Yes there is that" Chiron chuckled

"Alright I want to meet her!" Percy agreed. He really did want to help, but he also knew how jealous Annabeth would be that he met her first. The two walked into the big house and there she was, staring down at her feet.

"Y/N, this is Percy, son of Poseidon. Percy this is Y/N. I'm sure you two will get long swimmingly" Chiron chuckled at his own joke, "I will give you two some privacy" with that, he left the room. Leaving the two teenagers alone.

An awkward silence filled the room, when finally Y/N broke the silence.

"Son of Poseidon, huh?" she asked

"That's me" he smiled, proud of the title he held.

"That's crazy, the gods don't exist!"

"They do exist. I know it all feels a bit insane at first but-"

"A bit?! My whole life i've had these things coming after me and I didn't understand why. I thought I was insane and seeing things, but apparently that's normal?! And my dad? The reason he's neglected me my whole life was because he was a god?! There's just no way"

"Hey, it's gonna be ok. I know how you feel. I felt like that when I first got here. All my life my dad wasn't someone I had thought about much because I had my mom, and thats all I needed. Then I find out that he's now the most important thing in my life? I had so many emotions, but if you just give this place a chance? I promise everything gets a lot less scary"

This seem to get to the girl. She started to tear up.

"Ok, i'll try." she whispered

"I'll show you around and it'll all be ok, I promise."

The two made their way around camp, Y/N was mostly silent. "The sun is so warm here, it's not like that where I'm from"

"Everything is a little bit stronger here."

"I can tell" she smiled

"So, do you have any idea who your dad might be?" Percy asked, careful not to poke at the sensitive subject.

"I think but I'm not sure. My mom used to talk about Apollo, a way she never did about other Gods"

"Ok then...then we have to find a way for him to see you! If he see's you, he'll claim you!"

"Yeah but how?"

"Gods dont claim you because they feel like it, you have to work for it" Annabeth said, inviting herself to the conversation.

"Y/N this is Annabeth, daughter of Athena"

"Hey" Y/n said

"Percy have you taken her to the archery field? Apollo kids thrive there"

"No I didn't"

"Seaweed brain c'mon!" Annabeth rolled her eyes, "Lets go" she led the two there and put a bow and arrow in Y/N's hands. The girl had fired it easily and hit the bullseye.

"Beginners luck?" y/n asked

"Go again" Chiron said, but before she could something came flying down at her, she shot it down easily.

"That could've killed us" Percy said, mouth agape, "and you shot it down with ease!" he said

"Look!" One of the campers said

Y/N was becoming engulfed in a bright light and a sun appeared over her head. She was now an official resident of cabin 7

[discount-shades]

Sleepy Baby Part 4

a/n: Part 4 got split into 2 because it was too long. 

Pairing: Jake “Hangman” Seresin / Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 900 ish

Summary: Jake gets many things to think about.

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You groan in confusion. Something is ringing and it takes time for your half asleep brain to recognize that it is your phone. You reach for it blindly and open your eyes enough to make sure you are hitting the green accept button before answering with a mumbled hello.

“Good morning, Beautiful,” Jake's voice is altogether too chipper for you. “Did I wake you?”

You just groan back. “What time is it?” 

“It is just after 9:00.” You could hear the smile in his voice. It figures that he was a morning person. “The morning is almost over, how did you sleep?”

“Not long enough,” you tell him. “It’s a bold move to call someone in the morning on a Saturday,  I need my beauty sleep.” You can hear him laughing through the phone and it makes you smile even though you haven't had your morning coffee. 

“You’re already beautiful.” He sounds positively giddy.  “And we have to plan our date tonight.” 

“I’m seriously reconsidering it,” you say, groaning as you stretch. “I didn't know you were a morning person, it might be a deal breaker for me.”

“Nonsense, you are just saying that because you can’t hit me with a pillow for waking you up.” His voice lowered. “If I was there I would have a much better way to wake you.”

“I’m not awake enough for that kind of talk.”

“Fine,” he sighs. “I was thinking you would pick the dress code and I would plan the activities.”

You frown, your brain still feels sluggish, “What if I pick a ball gown and you plan a day hiking? I can’t hike in heels.”

“What?” You can hear the confusion in his voice. “No, you tell me what you are going to wear and I will match you and plan an activity based on what we will be wearing.”

“Oh,” you can hear him laughing. “Shut up, I'm still half asleep. So if I said evening gown what kind of night would I be in for.”

“Me in my dress whites at the fanciest restaurant I can get a reservation at.” You can hear the sound of him shifting through the phone. “Honestly that will be the toughest one to swing.”

“What about a bathing suite,” you ask.

“San Diego has lots of beaches.”

“If I dress like a cowboy?” 

“Have you ever rode a horse?” He asks.

“No, but it could be fun.” You tell him, “I have cowboy boots.”

“Let's save that one for a later date.”

“What about if it was business casual?” You are trying to think about other modes of dress.

There is a brief pause, “I’ll have to get back to you on that one.”

“An Indiana Jones costume?”

“Museum, or a historical site.”

“A Miss Frizzle costume?”

“The science center.”

“What about—.” 

Jake cuts you off abruptly. “You are just listing Halloween costumes you have in your closet aren't you?” 

“Yeah, and you are right it's probably best we save the role play for another day,” you agree. “What if I wear lingerie?”

Jake inhales sharply and you grin. “I will not know if you wear lingerie,” he sighs, “because I am a gentleman and you are a lady and it is our first date, but thank you for the visual.”

“Ok, just wanted to make sure you have something to think about.” Teasing Jake has woken you up and you are looking forward to later today. “How about I wear the standard jean shorts and a t-shirt to keep our options open for the date.”

“Ok, I will plan for that, do you want to meet me there? I can pick you up so where we are going will be a surprise, but I don’t know if you are comfortable giving me your address yet.” He sounds hesitant and unsure, not wanting to overstep and you roll your eyes. Five minutes ago the man was suggesting he would wake you up with sex if he was here. 

“Jake, we spoke for a half hour over two months ago and you stalked every library in San Diego until you found me, and I still gave you my number, I'll text you my address, surprise me.”

After finalizing your plans for the afternoon you stop Jake before he hangs up the phone. “You know, Jake, I’m impressed.”

“Why?” He already knows you well enough to have a slightly suspicious tone in his voice at your cheeky statement.

“We have been on the phone for well over ten minutes now.” You can't stop the grin on your face. “You know I am still in bed and you haven't once asked what I’m wearing.”

His voice sounds strained when he responds. “Kisses, I’m a gentleman.”

“Sure you are,” you agree blithely. “Just so you know it's an oversized university t-shirt with bleach marks and a big chocolate ice cream stain from when I fell asleep watching Bridgerton.” You quickly add, “don’t worry I didn’t get any ice cream on the couch.”

“I am relieved to hear that,” he deadpans. “Your upholstery was my greatest concern.”

“I knew it would be, I am also wearing rainbow unicorn shorts that are way too big and fall off when I’m walking if I don’t tie them tight enough, they also have pizza stains from when I dropped pizza on my lap.” You can hear him laughing. “I just wanted to give you a visual,” you say. “You know, give you something to think about.” 

“Goodbye Kisses,” he laughs, “I’ll see you later.” You smile to yourself after saying your own goodbyes. Talking to Jake was worth the early morning wake up call.

[bridgertonbabe]

Was there a tearful reunion after Sophie finally let Ben hug his baby girl?

BSSG Group Chat

Michael sent a photo

Michael: Reunited at long last 🤗

Lucy: oh thank god

Simon: Sophie that grown man is in tears. Are you proud of yourself?

Penelope: like I get you wanted to punish him for his recklessness but withholding his little girl from him was some real next level shit

Gareth: yh it was pretty fucked up ngl

Sophie: To be honest even I'm shocked I kept Violet from him for as long as I did. I can be a real diabolical bitch when I want to be.

Lucy: yeah no kidding

Kate: Well that's just what happens when Ben doesn't bother inviting me along to Mario Karting in real life. If you can't do the time, don't do the crime.

Simon: @ Kate You should know it's taking all of my strength not to remove you from the chat right now.

Phillip: How are things with Ben now in general? Has the whole keeping Violet from him effected your relationship at all?

Sophie: Honestly now that we've had snu snu, his cast is off and he's able to be with Vi again everything's just back to what it used to be.

Penelope: except now any time his siblings suggest anything remotely stupid and competition based he's going to have ptsd from going weeks without his baby girl and he's going to just stay out of it

Sophie: Well with any luck yeah 🤞 I didn't keep Vi from him all that time just for him not to learn any lesson at all.

Gareth: well what happens if he does partake in stupidity again

Sophie: I mean if he does involve himself in any kind of reckless stupidity on the same level of go-karting Mario Kart style then I might just give Vi away. @ Michael you and Fran can take her if you'd like. I know you guys would provide her with the best life.

Michael: Noted 📝

Simon: Jesus Christ.

Penelope: relax she's joking

Sophie: Haha yeah. Sure.

Lucy:

Phillip: Look so long as we keep Ben from straying away from the light we should be fine.

Gareth: yh next time the bridgertons try to do any shenanigans i'll just get hy to chloroform him so he stays out of trouble and out of sophie's bad books

Sophie: Thanks I appreciate it x

Penelope: ...

Penelope: ok not sure if you are joking any more

Michael: So has Ben been able to put Violet down yet?

Sophie: No not yet. After an hour his arms got tired so now he's got her strapped to his chest.

Phillip: Do you fear he might never put her down again due to separation anxiety?

Sophie: ...

Sophie: Yeah I can hold my hands up and admit I messed up and made him even more overly attached to her than he already was.

Kate: Well that's what happens when you overreact to some perfectly healthy competitors and get on your high horse just because you don't appreciate innovative creativity.

Simon has removed Kate from the chat

[livingdeadmlm]

good night my friend! thank you for putting up a smile in my face at 1am of this saturday night

would you ever be interested in writing a bottom male reader x polnareff, or maybe even hol horse? love those two whores fr. it doesn’t have to be NSFW necessarily if you aren’t a fan of it, though if you’re ok with writing smut, that’d be very good lol

I don’t have the best imagination so I’d say perhaps things get steamy during that ‘fake hotel’ in Pakistan, or during the Hol Horse and Boingo episode

Thank you my friend! It’d be very cool if reader was a crusader if it’s with Hol Horse, or a Dio’s servant that is not that loyal to his lord if it’s with Polnareff

Thank you for reading this! :) Ur fire🔥🔥

I'm trying a new header which i got inspo from another writer on here that i found recently

Pronouns: The reader is referred to as a man but no exact pronouns are used after that. Physical Sex: AMAB How far are things going: Things get pretty steamy but not full-on smut. Warnings: the attraction to each other is very heavily implied which is why they’re dogs with each other, mentions of jerkin it and the lack of it happening, mentions of tension with the other of age Crusaders, mentions of the young girl from part 3 that hol horse lead on, Hol horse is restrained for a lot of this. Rushed!! i am still getting used to writing steamy stuff Outline: The reader is traveling with the Crusaders and in the hotel in Pakistan reader discovers Hol Horse before everyone else, anger, and a mix of pent-up frustration cloud both men's minds as they confront each other. What inspired me to write how I did: I have been very much into the rise in popularity of the honda odyssey scene, I love gentle love but I am a sucker for a steamy fight (as well as I could write it anyway)

You wandered down the hotel halls, trying to find any sort of food area or vending machine, you had run out of packed snacks a few days ago and wanted to keep yourself stocked up. However, you have yet to find one or even staff who could help you. As you made your way back to the lobby, just then the bell had rung, and you felt the urge to hang back into the room, something didn’t feel right…

“So the Joestar party is on the third floor? Maybe me and my six-shooter outta pay them a visit.” The gruff voice was complemented by the scent of cigarette smoke giving you a harsh reminder of the blond man who must be in the room. The old woman made her way down the stairs with a gasp. “Ah Hol horse so you’ve come!” her shrill voice held some delight as he kneeled to her level and spoke.

“That's right..” his voice was almost alluring if he hadn’t threatened your lives and your friends just moments ago. As he pulled something from his pockets you felt a hand pull you back around the corner, it was a free cold, and hard hand. Quickly turning with your stand you noticed it was Silver Chariot. It covered your mouth and pointed your head to where Polnareff was on the stairs, he made a shushing motion with his hands as Silver began to lift you while climbing the wall you had just hidden behind. Your stand began to help up the wall and just in time just as Enyaba ran into the room crying. Hol Horse follows behind her. 

Each stand pressed you against the wall as your hands reached for your mouth to hush any sounds you might make. The conversation between the two was hard to follow as the piecing voice of Enyaba was hard to focus on. As they spoke you heard Enyaba mention her son and being friends with Hol Horse…Were the two of them working together? Was Enyaba a stand user of her own?

Glancing back to the duo talking very loudly it truly dawned on you how fucked you were. You couldn’t stay this high on the ceiling for much longer as both stands will get tired soon. And eventually, someone will look up.

That’s when a saving grace came as Polnareff’s voice rang out with the small bell on the lobby counter. Hol horse ran deeper into the room as Enyaba ran out to help. Silver Chariot floated you down to the ground as your stand materialized behind Hol horse grabbing his arms against his torso and holding an iron grip on him. His face twisted in shock as he stared up at you walking over. 

He coughed as your looming figure practically had a darkness radiating. “Hey! Hey, I’m sure a smart man like you is willing to work out a deal, I can give you any info you want just, ya know let me out! You’re a lot stronger than I thought…” his voice trailed off as he struggled against your stand. “You are a coward Hol Horse! Using any person possible to get what you want!” Your stand squeezed him tighter as you remembered watching him ride away on a horse from all of you after leaving behind the young girl who sacrificed herself for him.

He had thrown out comments about wishing to see you again that made you flush with anger at the coward in front of you. “What kind of deal cowboy? Just what do you think will convince me to let you go still intact?” Hol Horse stuck his leg out attempting to pull you closer, “I just wanna make you feel good, (Name)!” He tilted his head to the side scanning your face, “Won't you let me?” His voice was husky as he did his best to lean forward to your face. You scoffed, “As if I would enjoy myself with a coward like you, you seem like a selfish lover anyway.” Hol horse's face became angry before a smile began to spread.

“But you’re entertaining this whole idea anyway, it's been almost a month of not getting any kind of attention, especially the special attention I know you’ve been needin'.” Your body felt hot with anger and embarrassment he was right, sharing rooms with at least one other person the past few weeks had cut your alone time down significantly. While you threw flirty comments around with Polnareff and Avdol nothing would progress past long stare-downs in shared hotel rooms. “You wouldn’t keep toying with the idea of being with me if you didn’t need it.” Neither of you could admit to wanting the other. 

“You know you keep, ugh tightening your stand but I’m likin’ it.” In a moment of disgust, your stands grip on the man loosened and he took his chance to leap at you. You both fly backwards landing on the ground with Hol horse landing on top of you. His lips stuck to yours and just as quickly his hands went up your shirt caressing your sides. You practically melted at the contact you’ve gone a long time without someone else touching you besides getting punched a few times this trip. His hands had slight calluses that slightly scratched your skin. 

Your hands tangled in his dirty blond hair as your core burned at the feeling of his hard-on pressed against yours. Everything felt electric the hate you had for the man on top of you made everything so much more intense. His hips moved against yours as he pulled away, “Come on, a man like you deserves to just let go.” The movement got harsher as you wrapped your legs around his hips, you wanted to be selfish and feel more and more. Once more a yell could be heard as Polnareff called your name as he ran to the back room you were in. Just as fast as everything started Hol Horse grabbed his hat and made a break for a second side door you had missed. 

“Sorry there sweetheart! Maybe next time you’ll get me in full glory!” frustration bubbled in your stomach as Polnareff finally made it to the room and joined your side with a look of confusion.

[themultifandomgal]

Hey sweetheart =)

I LOVE your wonderful writing and wanted to thank you for making me happy with your stories. Such a safe place is so important to escape the cruel reality sometimes. I have a request for you and really hope you're up for writing it. Please let me know if you like it. It's a protective Kelly Severide x fem! Oc or reader fic. Kelly has a new neighbor and he's instantly taken aback from this young beautiful woman. Unfortunately she suffers from a heart failure and because of that she's often dizzy and nauseous (maybe Kelly finds her one day nearly passed out on her doorstep and since that day they're getting closer. Worried Kelly... I'm desperate for it :D) after a while she gets to know the whole firehouse which instantly loves the shy girl. She even helps Herman with the Bookkeeping of Molly's. Kelly and the whole team always has an eye on her and helps when she's feeling miserable because auf her heart disease. Her life could be perfect, when there wasn't danger lurking around the corner. She's running from her stalking ex and he seemed to find her. Harassing her with messages and calls on her phone. Her friends from 51 notice her change, the jumpiness and her pale appearance but she brushes it off. One day at Kelly's (they are definitely growing closer even shared a kiss) he "accidentally" reads a text message (because he got suspicious days ago because her mobile is constantly getting messages) from her stalker, but Kelly assumes that she's seeing another man. He confronts her and says some nasty things totally in shock she can't defend herself and he kicks her out. Super dizzy she because of the stress and her alleviated heart rate she stumbles in her apartment, nearly in panic that she lost Kelly. The next day Herman worries that she's more than one hour late, because she wanted to help him at Molly's with the books. He calls Kelly and Kelly, even brooding and full of anger he checks on her. She doesn't opens the door and worried sick he uses his spare keys (he finds her on her bathroom floor on the brink of unconsciousness. She was there the whole night throwing up. With a racing heart and struggling with breathlessness he brings her in his apartment, calling Will in panic....)

Will she reveal her secret, are they come clean with theit feelings for each other? Incoming happy end 🙏🥺

Sorry for this long shit. Couldn't hold my horses. HOPEFULLY it's a content you would like to write about. I'm a sucker for sick fics and protective Kelly with angst, drama and fluff.

Well, send you my best wishes ❤️

Kelly Severide- I’m Here To Stay Pt1

Sorry this took so long for me to write but I hope you enjoyed this one as much as I enjoyed writing it!

Kelly Severide gets ready to leave the firehouse  after a long day at work

"Spoken to the new neighbour yet?" Capp smiles wiggling his eyebrows throwing his bag over his shoulder

"Shut up" Kelly crosses his arms

"So that's a no then. Well you never know you might be lucky to tonight"

For the last 2 weeks now Kelly has been giving his new neighbour a small wave and smile, but has yet to introduce himself to her. He finds her rather attractive, but what's weird is normally Kelly has no problem going up to a pretty girl, but YN? YN seems different, there's something about her that makes Kelly loose all of his words. Once his co-workers found this out a week ago, they have done nothing but torture him.

Now YN wasn't unaware of how attractive her neighbour is. He was her type to a tea, but seeing him coming home in his firemen uniform made her shy, to shy to go up and say hi. Not only that but why would she want to bother her new neighbour with her illness? She's already talking to doctors at Chicago med about having a heart valve replacement. Capp was right. That evening Kelly saw YN sat with her head in her hands. He slowly makes his way over to the woman

"Hi, erm are you ok?" YN looks up at Kelly

"Oh erm yeah don't worry. Just had a dizzy spell don't worry"

"Let me help you inside"

"Oh no don't worry I'm fine" YN slowly gets up but starts to sway

"Yeah your not right. Let me help you" giving in YN gives Kelly her keys. He guides her into her house and into the living room and sits her down "let me get you a drink. Where do you keep your glasses?"

"Cupboard above the bread bin, but you really don't need to...." before YN can finish her sentence Kelly has left the room and making his way to the kitchen. He soon returns with a glass full of juice "found some orange squash, thought you could do with a bit of sugar"

"Thank you" YN takes the glass off Kelly

"We've not formally met one another yet. I'm Kelly by the way"

"I'm YN" YN and Kelly shake hands. YN then takes a large gulp of her juice and starts to feel better

"How are you feeling now?" Kelly asks, concern still laced in his voice

"Much better thank you"

That evening the pair spent many hours talking and getting to know one another. A friendship quickly blossomed between the two. After a week Kelly couldn't stop talking about his beautiful, kind and funny neighbour. The rest of the firehouse all knew that his friendship was blossoming into more, even if the pair couldn't yet see it.

YN actually told Kelly about her heart condition fairly early on in their friendship, having this feeling that she can just trust him. Kelly of course has to make sure his new friend is ok, he will text her everyday asking how she is, and now YN will message Kelly by her own accord if she's struggling that day.

Kelly sits at the table with a plate full of food in front of him when he gets a text off YN letting him know she isn't feeling very well today. Kelly sighs putting his sandwich down

"What's up with your face?" Leslie asks sitting opposite Kelly

"Just YN isn't feeling very well today"

"You care a lot about her don't you?"

"We're friends"

"Hmm keep telling yourself that Severide. You care like how a boyfriend would care. Why don't you go and pick her up. Bring her here for the day. That way you can stop worrying about her"

"You think Chief would allow that?" Kelly raises a brow at his best friend who shrugs

"Go ask him" and so Kelly does just that.

At first Boden laughs thinking Kelly was joking, but once he realises how serious he's being, Boden can't do anything but say yes letting YN spend the day at the firehouse, especially after Kelly told him that YN has a heart condition.

That day was spent with YN in Kelly's office, catching up on last nights sleep and Kelly looking after her. Over time YN got closer to Kelly telling him everything about her. About her ex who was to clingy (like obsessive) and how she's trying to stay hidden from him. Of course Kelly took this as his role to keep her safe and look after her.

[asmutwriter]

Welcome to the Freak Show (Christmas Edition)

DESCRIPTION: After you and Eddie make a small new home for yourself you find the Christmas season upon you both.

A/N - Merry Christmas everyone! I hope you are having a good festive season! Enjoy some Eddie Munson love for this day (that is semi festive) :)

WORD COUNT: 1045

One Shots / 'Welcome to the Freak Show'

WARNINGS: established relationship, honestly this is just pure fluff

DISCLAIMERS

This is fiction. Please always talk to your partner before doing anything and make sure they are ok with what you are doing beforehand

This story is based after the events of my series 'Welcome to the Freak Show' (a Stranger Things fan fiction) which I'd recommend reading before or after reading this

You furrow your brow and bite at your bottom lip as you read your book. You had been so caught up in the story that you didn't realise how much time had gone by. So when the front door opened you were shocked to say the least. Bolting up right and shoving the book down onto the soft bed. Eddie sticking his head through as he grins at you.

"You made me jump" you say, a smile forming on your lips as you see the pure joy on his face.

"I have a surprise for you"

"That doesn't sound ominous" his grin growing as he looks outside the door momentarily before looking back at you.

"Shut your eyes" you let out a sigh. Sorting the book so it sits nicely on the bed before shutting your eyes. Placing your hands over them for dramatic effect so he knows you aren't peaking. The noises fill you with both a dread yet excitement as you hear him let out small grunts of... frustration? Struggle? Oh god what has he got you?

"Ok" a small pause "you can open your eyes". You move your fingers from your eyes. Parting them so you can peak out. The worry you had leaving your body as you see a small yet beautiful tree on the kitchen counter. "I know its not very big. But the thought of putting a full Christmas tree in our home just didnt seem like the smartest idea" you smile. Standing up you go over to it. Gently touching the pine needles on it

"Where did you get it from?" you speak softly. As if your breath might blow the tree away.

"Guy near work was selling 'rejected' trees. Ones that grew in a weird shape or didn't grow properly. This one just didn't grow properly" you let out a soft chuckle as you nod. He moves his hands, moving them to in front of him (even though you were so distracted by the tree you didn't realise they were behind his back). Pulling out a small bag and holding it out for you

"An early Christmas present". You meet his dark brown eyes and bite your bottom lip slightly, taking the bag from him you open it up. About half a dozen small ornamental figures sitting inside.

"Eddie... They're beautiful" you pull one out. Smiling as you admire the small, festive rocking horse. You wrap your arms around his neck. Hugging him close to you. The familiar smell of leather and cigarettes filling your nose as he wraps his arms around your waist. You kiss the side of his head before moving away, smiling at him. "Come on. Let's decorate our tree". He chuckles slightly as you carefully empty the bag. Placing the items next to your tree so you can look at them properly.

An angel among the items you pick it up. Straightening out the wings slightly before placing it on top of the tree. You feel him place a hand on your lower back as he grabs one of the ornaments. Placing it onto the branch. The both of you placing the remaining items onto the branches of the tree. You feel him wrap his arms around your waist as he holds you close to him. Your back pressed firmly against his front as you place your hands over his arms.

"I think this is the perfect tree for our perfect home" he kisses your shoulder blade before resting his chin on your shoulder. Nodding at your words.

"I only try and get the best things for my queen" you chuckle slightly. Turning around he moves his head, his hold on your waist loosening slightly as you face him. Hands resting on your hips as you put your arms around his neck. Your fingers touching the soft curls of his hair.

"How did I get so lucky to have you?" a soft smile forms on his lips as he looks at you. Brushing a few hairs out of your face as he speaks in a kind tone

"I think I'm the lucky on in this relationship" you smile. Leaning forward and kissing him softly

"I love you Eddie Munson" you say before planting your lips to his again. He brings both his hands up, cupping your face. Moving away his eyes scan your features, thumb gently stroking your cheekbones before he kisses you again.

"And I love you, my queen" he places a kiss to your forehead before he motions at the book on the bed "What book have you got this time?" you grin. Taking his hand in yours as you pull him over to the bed, sitting down as he goes next to you. He leans near you. His hand resting on the bed behind you as he looks at you. A smile on his lips as you start talking about your book.

"So... Its a romance?" he half mocks. You shake your head, a soft laugh leaving your lips

"No. It's a fantasy book about mythical beasts"

"Where the main character and villian end up hooking up at the end?"

"Well..." a small blush appearing on your cheeks as you look down at your hands "Yes. I suppose it does have some romantic elements to the story line" you mutter. Causing him to let out a low chuckle. He takes your hand in his, kissing the back of it before moving the pillows to rest against he wall. He clumsily takes his shoes off, discarding them on the floor as he brings his legs up and onto the bed. Resting his back against the wall. He picks the book up in his hand, holding it out to you with a smile

"Care to read to me?" you smile, biting your bottom lip. Taking the book from him you lie your legs out next to his, sitting close to him as you find the spot you were at. He puts an arm around you as you lean close to him. His other arm resting over his stomach as he looks at the book. Listening to your calming voice as you tell him the story. Your eyes occasionally glancing up to look at the Christmas tree that you shared in your home.

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[cy-cyborg]

Hey im trying to write a centaur type character… the character has fibromyalgia and i want to represent them well by giving them some kind of mobility aid. But because of their being a centaur and the way their bodies are so different from humans’, i don’t know what kind would work best yet, and i’m afraid of designing something that won’t support their weight or will just look silly

Hm, that’s tricky. I’m not super knowledgeable about fibromyalgia, I know a few people with it and I know it causes things like pain, difficulty breathing and fatigue but that’s about it so definitely run these suggestions by someone else before you use them. I do know a decent amount about horses though.

So for mobility aids that would be primarily used by the human half, so long as you make them tall enough they should be fine. Things like crutches, canes etc, though admittedly, I’m not sure if they’d actually be helpful unless they’re only needing support for their front legs, since it probably wouldn’t relieve any pressure from the back ones. A rotator might be slightly better depending on how it’s structured, but it too wouldn’t help much with the back limbs

The centaur equivalent of a wheelchair or similar device would be much more complicated though.

Horses… don’t take well to mobility aids as a general rule of thumb, so anything for the horse half specifically is going to have issues. most quadruped animals who need a wheelchair can use a little cart or buggy like this:

[ID: A picture of a golden retriever in a mobility cart that's supporting their back legs. /End ID]

But horses really, really struggle with them. A lot of it’s behavioural, they’re prey animals and having something strapped to them like these “wheelchair carts” freaks them out and causes a lot of stress - especially if it gets stuck on something (like a rock, or crack in the ground). with training, they can learn to be relatively ok-ish with it, like how other horses are trained to be ok pulling carriages, but those carriages aren’t attached to them 24/7, these carts are.

This isn’t necessarily something that would apply to your centaur unless they’re very horse-like in behaviour, but I thought it worth a mention just in case. The bigger issue though is physical, and would 100% be a problem for centaurs. Horses are big creatures and are very heavy. It’s not good for them to lie down for too long, as all their weight can put pressure on their organs and do damage. It also makes it harder for them to breathe (that’s why, when horses are sedated for surgery, they try to keep them standing upright where possible). Likewise, a cart has to take at least part of the creature’s weight, and so long-term use puts a lot of pressure on the soft underside of their belly and chest, and causes many of the same issues.

One thing you could potentially do is give them something that mimics the ways horses “naturally” try to alleviate pain and fatigue. My mum has a very, very elderly pony (he turns 29 this year) and his knees have been giving him trouble lately, which means standing is hard, but if he lays down he might get stuck. Instead, he goes and finds trees or fence posts or the side of his stable and just leans against them (mum has padded the side of the stable he usually leans on). As a mobility aid for your centaur, this might look like the front end being supported by crutches or a cane, and the back half being supported by something tied to their back leg. I image the hind-leg crutch would stick out at a slight angle so it’s not constantly dragging along the ground, and when they need a breather or break, they could lean their body and shift their weight onto it. Something like this

[ID: A poorly drawn image of a centaur. Its human half is holding a stick-figure drawing of a crutch. Another similar crutch is tied to one of their back legs. The image shows them from the front and side, with the front showing that the rear crutch sticks out slightly. /End ID]

(I’m a professional artist lmao)

It’s not a perfect solution (and probably wouldn’t be great for their back tbh) but I’m not sure what else you could do, this at least gives them a way rest if they need it without depending on straps that could cause pressure sores/injuries to their abdomen and (horse) chest

Of course, centaurs in and of themselves are very unrealistic and their anatomy doesn’t really work either, so you can always take liberties with the realism of the horse-end mobility aid stuff. If you don’t want something on the more realistic end, I would say a cart wheelchair for the back end + crutches/canes/rotators for the front would be fine. It depends on the tone for the setting!

[nfcv-saltmine]

How'd they turn this sexy Bishōnen man

Into this fucker

His breasts are bigger than mine (mind you I'm small chested but wanted a moobs joke) and he's a horse faced whore.

I would give my soul to actual Alucard. I would rip the succubus in half for what she did to him.

Netflix Vania fan service man just let two mostly strangers into his bed, he should have been taken out by natural selection

I personnally would say he's pretty or beautiful more than sexy lol, but yeah. I really don't see the appeal. Even though he has some good shots, not only does he look prettier than usual because of lighting, staging and scenery, but he still has this horse face lmao.

Look at him:

He's okay (when you don't compare him to the og). He's not that good but he's not awful to look at. But... his face looks so weird to me, partially because I don't find NFCV's artstyle to be that great. Ofc it's subjective, and probably easier to like when you don't know or don't care about the games... but I do. And I find him ugly and cheap (i wonder if he would have as much passionnate fans as he does now if he wasn't going tiddies out all of the time)

He looks fine here, might be one of his best shots:

But then...

Ok it might be a little low lmao, since he is supposed to look bad in this context.... or is he? Sure he looks dirty. But he is more tiddies out than ever before and give this "hot mess" vibe to me (like N!Trevor :)). Not only that, but lmao, he is supposed to be neglecting himself.... yet he is more muscular than ever?? What sorcery is this??

That's how he looked in s1. And that's how he looked in s3:

It doesn't make any sense. N!Alucard fans complain that Nocturne got rid of their blorbo's tiddies...

But my guys. S4 gave him a body he didn't even deserve lol. If you don't like this Alucard, how could you like season 1 to 3 Alucard ??

I find it very shallow to praise the s4 tiddies and hate on the twink because it shows you don't care about the character, you just want a fictional man to fuck (good for you but don't pretend it's a show problem lmao). Not to mention... Nocturne!Alucard actually wears clothes. That's why you feel like he has less tiddies. They're hidden under the rich boy clothes he was always meant to have.

I also see comments about how Nocturne "bleached" Alucard when this is literally the effect of the moonlight. This is an artistic choice to match with the scenery. Pretty sure he wouldn't look like this under sunlight lmao.

But the worst part to me isn't how N!Alucard looks, or even how the fans are, imo, overthirsting for him. The worst part is how they took the noble, respectful, graceful Alucard... And turned him into an absolute cunt who is designed to be slutty just to be easier to animate and get fans to thirst for his body and who literally steals the show. ❤️ HE is the one to kill Dracula. HE is the one who gets to be hot and sexy and pretty for the fans. And HE is the one said fans watched Nocturne for. ❤️ Whenever Trevor, Sypha and Alucard stand next to each other in an important moment (when they attack the castle, when they face Dracula, when Trevor and Sypha join Alucard in s4...), Alucard always is in the center. Giving him more important than the rest of the trio. It's a conscious choice made to make you think "ah, yes, this is the main character". I wish I could put more images but Tumblr won't allow me lol.

[krisiverse]

ok, so since i'm a huge language nerd i decided to translate all the ancient hyrulean tablets in totk best i can from middle english into modern english! for anyone interested they are under the cut :)

Account of a Celebration

So sweet the song of King Rauru, and so great the beauty of his sister's dance, that were my eyes and ears captive.

And so gracious Queen Sonia's gaze on us all, so felt I my heart as captive fallen.

Servant's life, though much laboursome, has much jollity as well. Long be the life of the royal family that I love so.

The Strong Queen and the Receptive King

Sonia, queen to Hyrule's king, was born a Hylian priestess, herself born of land, not of sky above.

Spoke she with open heart, earnest to all, even to the Zonai's king.

This king thought it a good advantage to learn of the land's folk. To see his head bent to listen is such pleasantness.

The Harmonious Couple

Oft wise Rauru, king of keen blade, waives his real work in favor of the hunt.

And oft clever Sonia, queen of keen insight, seeks him out and repairs this king to kingly business.

In her sapience seems she divine, that she ever can find him, and for his folly seems he the more human.

And the king? Oh, he laughs. Not him her equal for her wit, he knows. And the queen, she laughs too, even as she scolds.

A Pilgrimage of Light

The king was late in coming this evening, so made the queen to share tales of her land, of shrines all green glowing.

Of early days since Hyrule's founding have diverse monsters her realm besieged and assailed.

Unceasing in strife, they brought to despair folks' lives. King and queen set themselves to bring the scourge to an end.

With might of light and power, they were driven back, and the royal couple made these shrines to seal them away.

These holy seals were called Shrines of Light.

Great king, great queen, I thank you. You fought when I was a maiden-child, that I could come to know.

The Researcher Mineru

Clever Mineru, the king's elder sister, falls so deep in her books such that she oft forgets to eat.

In my worried way I've done what much I can, but so far it has been to little avail.

Of late speaks she of "constructs," things she did make with her hands as a vessel for spirit when body fails.

So, said she, might she live long, in spirit housed within this "construct."

Though Mineru seems not to hold any deceit… By my faith, I cannot believe these words as truth.

The Foreign Princess

Full fine is the weather this morn, and have I audience with this princess said to be kin by far distant years to queen Sonia.

By grace has she been given a name most sweet, of Zelda she is called.

In certain folk stirred suspicion, for strange were her garments and sudden were her appearance.

Yet would her countenance and bearing make proof of her right blood and bond to queen Sonia.

As Zelda is to remain for a while with us, I will extend an offer of myself as housemaid in her service.

The Free-Spirited Zelda

Princess Zelda recently comes to see Mineru, the king's elder sister. I come too, to serve her.

Today it came to pass that Mineru showed to Zelda the greatest construct I have seen.

Zelda, she much desired to ride on it, and nothing I could say could stop her. Though I did protest. Loudly.

Nevertheless she made to sit high upon the construct's shoulders and to ride it like a horse, all full of grace.

My admiration, so great already, did grow all the more.

The Latest Trend

Fashion now favors garments adorned with mushroom patterns, and far and wide are they worn.

This taste for mushrooms comes of the castle's seamstress, who sought to sew clothes to please princess Zelda.

This fashion, Zelda told the seamstress, was in her true home well-loved.

In her time everyone wore patterns of bright hues, in the shape of mushrooms.

Now our handy seamstress set her heart on copying these patterns, which sell to many happy people.

I searched after some for my own, but none could I find.

An Ancient Ghost Story

Of late have I heard it told a strange lady walks around the castle in the dark of night.

She and princess Zelda seem as twins, but this one has not the light in her eyes- more as a dead thing than not.

When she is asked about these walks, princess Zelda does of that remember nothing.

What monster, or spirit of darkness, is this vision? So afraid I am of my imaginings that I cannot sleep.

For the Hero's Sake

Since her founding has Hyrule seen such hardship, but that is only a small moment of time.

Mineru, the king's elder sister, says of this kingdom that it must not be caught unaware, not even in the far future.

Princess Zelda tells her that this future is wrought already, that a champion does from the sky come.

Between the two, they made to find a way to help this champion in that distant time.

Hear my vow, sought they to raise up the Temple of Time, into the sky to ward it against evil.

All done so in far distant day, our kingdom might be saved.

In my heart I know I must help, and I asked of Mineru, can you devise the means to raise up in the sky these stones.

My words are not enough, but they save these memories, of the royal family, high in the sky for that future time.

The Day the Land Rose

Such a wondrous sight I have beheld that it cannot justly be described.

The Temple of Time I saw, and all land holding it, risen to the sky, both fearful and majestic.

As princess Zelda told me, in far distant future comes a champion to that place, the hope that saves Hyrule.

For that champion is it that I inscribe these great stones.

The king's elder sister, Mineru, sends now these stones to the sky, that the champion might read them.

A Parting Resolve

Rauru, Hyrule's king. Sonia, her queen. His elder sister, Mineru. And too Princess Zelda.

All whom I served, and loved. All whom are gone. Alone carve I these words upon this stone.

This stone, and all thirteen, serve as the royal family's record, my final work, full-wrought for all time.

Many the mark made by these much-beloved people - some seen, some unseen.

When I make remembrance of her marks, feel I a flame of hope, though small, within me.

It is as though these marks describe some grand design.

I cannot match princess Zelda in her love for her land. What more then, ask I, can I do for Hyrule's people.

Let my life lead me henceforth for a worthy answer to this question.

[nami-moittli]

Ok, so, been thinking about College age! Jotaro, and I’m like 90% sure that he went to college in Florida, because, how else would he have met his canon wife? I mean, a few ways I guess, but this is also Jotaro Fucking Kujo we’re talking about here. So, yeah, him going to college in Florida is fun.

If I were more committed to this, I’d look up colleges in Florida that have good marine biology programs or something, but I’m not. Also I’m not a college student myself so I’m just guessing here based off what I’ve heard/seen

Alright? Alright

First day in the town he ends up in a stand fight

Both of them hate it when it turns out that they’re roommates

Jolyne’s mom, who I’ll call Marina, was one of the few girls who didn’t immediately swoon over Jotaro, gaining her instant respect in Jotaro’s mind

Marina and Jotaro sit next to each other in one of their classes

They also share this class with Jotaro’s roommate

Jotaro and his roommate sit on opposite sides of the room

Note, this roommate does have a design, but not a name yet

Jotaro ends up moving off campus, with Joseph buying him a house nearby

It turns out that Hol Horse is in the same area that Jotaro is. It was very awkward passing by each other on the street

One day they need to to a group project in groups of three, and while Jotaro and his ex-roommate still don’t like each other, they’d both rather do this thing with someone they know

Jotaro and his ex roommate have a silent agreement that Marina doesn’t need to know about Stand Business

One day the three of them are eating out and it turns out that Hol Horse actually really likes that place

The two try their best to not look at each other

Marina notices anyway, and dispute Jotaro telling her that he doesn’t know him/isn’t friends with him, he fails and Marina goes over to talk to him

Turns out he’s not that bad of a guy, though it’s still very awkward

The fact that Jotaro no longer has a roommate is soon ignored due to the fact that his ex roommate and Marina are over there all the time

Not sure about Marina, but Ex-Roommate is a politics major probably

Not sure what class a kid studying marine biology and a kid studying politics would share, but for the sake of plot and ✨Stand Magnetism BS✨ they share one

Ex-Roommate’s Stand is called American Idiot, though that’s basically all that I’ve figured out about it

Jotaro ends up smoking so many cigarettes a day that Marina eventually confiscates them all, she enlists Ex-Roommate’s help to take away any Jotaro might have

Jotaro ends up drinking a lot of coffee between early morning classes and stand attacks. He probably starts putting in energy drinks into his coffee

Marina is not able to take this away from him however, because then she’d be a hypocrite. Not to the degree of Jotaro, but still. She is also sleep deprived

I think that’s all I have for now? Like I said, I do have some drawings of Ex-Roommate, and I’ll provide some more details when I share those, but yeah. Also, like I said, I haven’t gone to college yet so I don’t know how much it works, but yeah. Just some thoughts

Also, I made a post about my OC fella and I already love him lol: here he is!

[imtryingmybeskar]

Come Home Chapter Seventeen

Joel Miller x F! Reader

Word count: 4736

The aftermath of the trip out with Ellie. Obligatory disclaimers: I am not a medical professional and I have never experienced the ailments mentioned here. I just did my best with Google and imagination!

Warnings for medical stuff, blood and swearing.

Come Home

Chapter Seventeen - Like Breathing Methane

“…up…”

Pain.

“…on…"

Pressure.

“…please…”

A stinging sensation across your face shocks you. The world rushes back in a whirl of noise and unpleasant sensation and you groan.

“That’s it. Wake up. C’mon. You can do it.”

A young voice, childlike. Panicked. Ellie. Why was she-

“Nononono don’t fall asleep again!”

Another stinging blow at your cheek and this time your eyes fly open to see her worried, blood spattered face above you.

“Come on, dude. We have to go. You have to get up.”

Your breath comes heavy and sharp. Every inhale and exhale runs cold rivulets of agony from your shoulder across your back and neck.

“Fuck…” you groan.

“I know. But come on. Get up. I’m gonna pull you. And you have to get up. It’s gonna hurt like a fucker. But you gotta. And then we are going back to Jackson and you are definitely not dying.”

Was dying a possibility? Sure felt like it right now and you’re not sure if that sounds more like a reward than a threat. Your shoulder is freezing fire, your right arm completely without sensation and you don’t know which one you should be more concerned about. Ellie makes a grab for it and there’s the pain.

“Fuck. No,” you wheeze. “Other. Arm.”

“Can’t. Gotta be both. Come on. You can do this. And you gotta do it all the way. Get straight up. If you fall back….”

She’s being annoyingly insistent when all you want to do is sink back into blissful unconsciousness, but you don’t have the strength to argue. Or be slapped again.

“Alright. Brace yourself. On three,” she commands. "One...two..."

And on three you endure the worst physical pain you have ever experienced. Your body has no idea how to respond, merely blaring alarm signals through your frayed nerves at every opportunity and into every sense. You sweat, you want to vomit, the guttural sound that comes from your mouth doesn’t sound at all like you, you can’t breathe in, tears stream unbidden down your face, you’re afraid your bladder has let go, and crowning it all the utter wrongness of the sensation of something unyielding and curved moving through the meat of your body. Ellie tugs and pulls you up, up, ever up until finally you feel lighter, freer and suddenly the world is the right way up again. A slow, steady stream of sticky warmth begins to slide down your back and arm and you sway, dropping to one knee as your legs give out.

“On the horse. Get up. On the horse,” she is saying, but her voice is sounding far away again and you struggle to hear it over the pounding in your ears. She lifts you and much as you try not to lean on her tiny, thin body you have to as you are completely unable to sustain your own weight.

“It’s okay. You’ll be okay. Get on this side. No, not that side. You can’t move that arm you dumbass. Leg in the stirrup. And up!” She half pushes you into the saddle and you manage to swing your leg clumsily over the horse.

“I’m gonna lead us back. No more infected yet, but they might be coming. We gotta go as fast as we can, okay?”

She won’t receive an answer but you don’t think she expects one. She’s babbling at you, and some dim part of your brain recognises that she’s trying to keep you with her, keep you conscious and moving until you can reach safety.

You take the reins and hold them for a moment blinking stupidly until you recall what you have to do to make the horse move. Too slow. Your brain is too slow. And your body is leaking. This is bad. This is really bad. You try to focus on Ellie ahead of you, focus on her reddish hair flying with the horse’s movement. Just concentrate on her and everything else will be ok. You can feel your body slumping forward over the saddle and weakly shove yourself upright. The pain rocks through you again and this time you do vomit, leaning to the side over the horse and throwing up what was left of your lunch.

“Just a little more,” Ellie’s voice comes from beside you. You blink slowly and wearily at her, uncomprehending how she can have moved position so quickly. She takes the reins out of your hand and begins to lead both horses, glancing around as she does, her movements birdlike and anxious. “Just a little further.”

The swaying of the horse and Ellie’s incessant, indecipherable chatter are the only things that break through the constant scream of agony. The concept of time is alien, your surroundings a dull grey haze of overlapping, meaningless, blurry images that swim before your eyes. Your body slumps again, and this time you are powerless to stop it, clinging to the horse’s mane with every ounce of strength left to you in your one good arm.

Ellie’s hoarse cry of “Help.”

The shriek of metal.

A babbling hubbub of raised voices.

Strong, safe arms around you and soft flannel at your cheek.

Blessed darkness once more.

White.

The whole sky is white.

Was this it? Was this death? If so it was very underwhelming. And…painful. It shouldn’t be painful, should it? Not afterwards anyway. And there was a noise. A weird, gentle, intrusive noise. There definitely shouldn’t be noise after you were dead. Unless…fuck. Were you infected now? Were those noises that you were making? Okay, stay calm. Try to move. If you could tell yourself to move and you did, it meant the fungus wasn’t in charge, right? Just…move.

You raise your hand slowly and just catch a glimpse of plastic tubes sticking out of the back of it before sharp pain lances through you making you whimper and choke. The noise immediately ceases and new ones take its place. Rustling. A deep voice. A voice you knew. A voice that meant you were safe, now tinged with urgency and worry. It’s saying something, but you can’t make out the words properly. And finally, a face you very much want to see swims into focus in the white sky above. But wait…weren’t you angry with him? Wasn’t he angry with you? Not right now it seemed. You’re too exhausted to devote your energy to anything other than lying here, and his face is filled with nothing but relief.

A slight tickling sensation as you feel his fingers gently slide over your own, his warmth sinking into your skin and you blink rapidly as you try to resist the unconsciousness trying to drag you down again. Just a few more moments. Just to see him a while longer.

“You’re okay now,” you hear him say as your eyes flutter shut again. “You’re gonna be okay.”

When you awake a second time its to low, furtive voices surrounding you.

“-knew I shouldn’t have let you go out alone.”

“She fuckin’ saved me Joel!”

A deep sigh. “I know, kiddo. But she wouldn’ta had to if I’d been there.”

“You can’t know that.”

“I know you woulda stood a better chance. If I’d just-shit, is she awake?!”

A rush of hurried footsteps and Joel and Ellie’s worried faces swim into the space above you.

“Yup, she is,” you try to say, but the words come out croaky and mangled and you’re not sure if they can understand you.

“Go get the doc,” Joel urges Ellie, and you can see her pout for just a second, clearly wondering why he couldn’t be the one to get the doc. She seems to decide against arguing and rushes away.

You blink up at Joel warily, wondering if he’s going to berate you for getting yourself into this state, but instead his eyes betray nothing but concern as they dart over your face.

“Wanna sit up,” you mumble.

“Let’s just wait for the doctor,” he says patiently.

“Fuck tha’,” you reply and are rewarded with a small noise of amusement.

“I know you wanna get back to kicking ass, Bubbles, but you gotta rest for now.”

In all honestly, you weren’t sure you could sit up. You just didn’t want to be at the mercy of Joel’s pitying gaze. You’re saved from further conversation by the reappearance of Ellie with a woman you had only seen a few times around Jackson – in the barn the first night you had arrived, at the dance, once when you had been picking up groceries. She has a businesslike air about her, but her dark eyes are kindly, her long braids swept up and out of the way into an elegant bun.

“Welcome back,” she says. “You gave us a bit of a scare.”

“What happened?” you murmur, your voice growing stronger now you were using it again.

“Deer antler to the shoulder. It was pretty nasty, but it didn’t puncture your lung thank goodness. You lost a lot of blood though, and you may have some lasting nerve damage in your right arm. We’ll have to wait until it heals up a bit before we can tell. You also suffered a concussion, so you might have some unpleasant headaches to contend with for a while. But I think you’ll be fine. You just need to rest up.”

She turns her attention to Joel and Ellie who are standing together at one side of your bed.

“That goes for you two as well,” she adds. “She’ll be okay. I’m keeping a close eye on her. Go home.”

Joel looks at Ellie and then at you, reluctance warring with clear exhaustion on his face. Then he nods.

“Okay. C’mon kiddo. Let’s leave her in peace.”

“But-“

“We can come back tomorrow. I promise.”

Ellie also looks reluctant, but you can see how tired she is too, and you wonder just how long they had been here before you had regained consciousness.

“Go,” you croak. “I’m just gonna sleep anyway. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

You try to raise a smile and wave to accompany the words, but it emerges as more of a pained grimace as a bolt of pain and a wave of nausea hit you almost simultaneously.

“Okay,” she nods before squeezing your arm gently in farewell. The doctor stays with you, preparing a stethoscope and thermometer in preparation to take your readings. You wait until you’re sure Joel and Ellie have gone before you speak again.

“How long was I out?”

“Well, you were in and out really, but I don’t know how much you remember. You’ve been here for just over a day. We had to sedate you to stitch you up and check you over. It was risky with the concussion, but you were losing blood so we didn’t have much choice.” Her voice softens as she puts the stethoscope against your chest. “They’ve been here almost the entire time. He carried you in, practically had to be shoved back out of the room so I could do what I needed to.” She raises her eyebrow, gives you a knowing glance and you wonder just how fast your heart rate has increased at her words.

At the top of the list of places you never wanted to find yourself ever again was a hospital. Luckily, this one was tiny. Little more than a clinic comprising of a few rooms, you were informed. Still, the pain coupled with the tension at being in such an environment was distinctly uncomfortable and more than once you selfishly wished Joel and Ellie were still at your bedside. Doctor Graham was good company though, and she popped in and out frequently to give you food, help you to the bathroom, to check your dressings, the sounds of your lungs, your pupils. She even helped you into a sitting position, though that came with dizziness and nausea that took a while to pass. Eventually, however, came the inevitable.

“I think I’m going to turn in,” she said, stifling a yawn. “I’m going to be in the room next door. Luckily, you’re my only overnight patient at the moment so there’s space. Do you need anything else?”

You press your lips together in embarrassed hesitation. “I uh…I don’t know how to ask this. I realise that you probably don’t have the supplies to do this but…can you sedate me again?”

Her eyes widen in shock. “Bad idea,” she says, firmly. “It was a desperation move the first time around. Why?”

“I have a thing…about hospitals. I don’t do well in them.”

Her face relaxes again and she gives a small smile. “Oh, you’re nervous about them? It’s okay, perfectly normal-“

“No.” You cut her off abruptly. “It’s not like that. I had an incident. A few years back. Bad. Really bad. I can’t…I don’t…” You can feel your chest constricting and your head beginning to pound, the air you’re trying to suck down not circulating as it should. Dr. Graham must see the effects because she is suddenly beside you, her hand gentle on your uninjured shoulder, telling you to breathe.

“It’s okay,” she’s saying. “You don’t have to say any more. I can’t spare the drugs, you’re right. But would it help if I stayed in this room?”

You nod, focusing on evening out your breathing and staring fixedly at the lumpen shape of your feet under the covers.

“Sometimes I have nightmares. Panic attacks,” you tell her bluntly. “It helps if someone is around. I haven’t been in a hospital since then and I-I don’t know how I’m going to react.”

“You don’t have to explain,” she says kindly. “I get it. Personally I can’t look at an armoured truck without-“ She stops abruptly and swallows hard. “We’ve all got something,” she finishes softly, and moves off to prepare the other bed in the room.

The night is difficult, but less than you expect and no more than some others you had experienced. It helps to have Dr. Graham in the room. It also helps that this looked less like a hospital ward and more like an extremely clean repurposed office. Not to mention that your body is exhausted, the blood loss and after-effects of the drugs still making themselves known. Still, you get less sleep than you would like and you are awake both after the doctor falls asleep, and before she wakes up.

Only once in the night does she have to come to you. You awake with a gasp, dragging air into your lungs as she soothes you with soft words and reassurances, the vision of the storage room, the blood, the bloated corpse at your feet slow to fade in front of your eyes. When you come back to your senses and realise that you are still safe in Jackson your body relaxes into a weepy weariness.

“I’m so sick of this,” you croak to her in the dark. “I’m so tired of doing this night after fucking night.”

“I know,” she murmurs softly, stroking your hair back from your sweat-slicked brow. “Believe me. I know.”

The next morning you insist that you are ready to get out of bed, despite not actually being sure that you are. Dr. Graham helps you initially, but you manage to go to the bathroom, wash, and dress yourself. You’re a little wobbly, a little lightheaded the whole time, and when you brush your stitches as you put on your t shirt you think you’re going to be sick from the pain and the alien sensations within you. But you simply sit on the edge of the bed, drink some water and keep it together, and are frankly proud of yourself for doing so.

By the time Joel and Ellie come to visit you’ve eaten a breakfast of porridge and fruit and are sitting on a chair beside your bed reading a battered paperback crime novel that the good doctor has managed to procure. Ellie bursts into the room carrying more fruit and a small bunch of colourful wildflowers, Joel and Dr Graham trailing in her whirlwind wake.

“Hi! Joel said that people used to bring this kind of stuff to people in hospital,” she says as she deposits your gifts on the table at your bedside and drags a chair up to sit next to you. Joel stands behind her, his arms folded in a distinctly defensive gesture, and you find yourself exhausted at the mere thought of trying to crack through his layers at this time. So you speak only to Ellie instead.

“They did,” you smile. “Thank you.”

“How are you feeling?”

“Pretty terrible,” you confess. “But I’m not dead or infected so that’s a bonus.”

“I thought you were,” she divulges in a small, shaky voice. “Both. Either. The runner fell on to you and I couldn’t get there in time. I didn’t realise that you’d shot it already, so I stabbed it. Do you remember?”

“Not really,” you admit. “It’s all a bit hazy.”

“How long till you can get out of here?”

“That remains to be seen,” interjects Doctor Graham. “The blood transfusion went well, the stitches look clean and the fact that you’re sitting up and talking means that the concussion probably hasn’t led to any long term problems. I’m keeping you in for observation tonight and we’ll see how you are tomorrow. No arguments,” she adds in a stern tone as you open your mouth to protest. “I know you don’t like being here, but I can’t let you go too soon. I’ll be doing regular house calls once you’re back home as well, so get used to my face!”

You sigh in defeat and sullen disappointment. Two nights here was two too many.

“Hey, I’ll water your plants if it helps,” Ellie offers, a sweet smile on her face. “And when you do get out you’re gonna get the best cut of the deer we brought back.”

“Wait, you managed to get it here?!” you ask in amazement. “I thought we had to leave it behind.”

“Nope,” she says proudly. “It made it!”

“Well then, you should get the best cut,” you say admiringly. “I didn’t do much on the journey back except puke.”

Ellie giggles and it makes you smile but when you risk a look at Joel his face is like thunder, eyes flashing and jaw twitching with anger. Your smile fades and you suddenly want nothing more than for him to go away from you.

“Hey, I’m sorry. I know you just got here and I’m so grateful you came, but I’m kinda tired. Didn’t sleep well last night.”

“Oh!” she says, jumping up. “No problem. We just wanted to see if you were doing okay.”

You very much doubted Joel had wanted to come here at all, but you smile wanly at her.

“I appreciate it. Thank you for dropping by.”

Ellie begins to move toward the door, but Joel stubbornly stays in the same spot.

“You go on,” he says to her, not taking his eyes off you.

“But-“

“I said go,” he interrupts, in a voice that brooks precisely zero arguments. “And doc, if you wouldn’t mind…”

He trails off and Dr. Graham looks between you and he for a moment. You nod at her and she slowly nods back.

“I’ll be right next door,” she says, her bright tone underlaid with a distinct warning directed at Joel. Do NOT stress my patient.

He waits until everyone has departed. And then waits some more. You are determinedly not looking up at him, wanting to match him in this bizarre battle of wills where you don’t know the stakes or rules. Finally, he breathes a huff of exasperation.

“Guess I’m comin’ out with you next time.” There is no gentleness in his voice, no touch of humour. Just flat accusation in his tone.

“We survived,” you shrug, staring pointedly at the blank wall ahead.

“You barely did. Ellie told me everything. God knows what would have happened if there had been more infected. Just how goddamn stupid are you? As soon as you heard those screams you shoulda turned and run.”

You set your jaw forward and bite the inside of your cheek to stop your immediate defensive reply. It was a thought you had entertained yourself during the midnight hours. You had taken a risk, calculated though it was, and that was unlike you. Was it a desire to prove to Joel once and for all that you were capable? If so, it had backfired spectacularly. And there was no way you would ever admit that you wanted to prove anything to him anyway.

“That much meat was too valuable to leave,” you assert quietly. “Winter was hard and we went through the supplies quicker than any of us thought we would. I couldn’t just leave it there-“

“Yes. You could,” he interrupts, coldly. “And you should. It wasn’t worth riskin’-“ He breaks off abruptly and you prickle at the guilt he is layering upon your own, as well as him scolding you like a child.

“I told her to run.”

“You’ve known her long enough to know that she would never have left you,” he snorts disbelievingly.

“Fine. I can’t be trusted with your daughter. You’ve now made that perfectly clear. Whatever ‘next time’ you were talking about will presumably not involve me. Anything else you wanna say?”

You’re still determinedly looking at the wall, trying to steer the immensely shitty emotions that are swirling within you into cold anger and away from upset and tears. Joel is silent for a few more moments and you can see him shift from one foot to the other in your peripheral vision.

“If you had come back without her, I would have run you outta Jackson.” The words are flat, emotionless, and you don’t doubt that they are one hundred percent truthful. They successfully hone your anger, and the hot spike of it in your chest feels good. Feels like being alive.

“If she hadn’t come back, I wouldn’t have either,” you reply, trying and failing to keep your voice as emotionless as his.

“You woulda run away?” he asks in a bitterly derisive tone.

“No!" you assert in an aghast voice. "I would have died to protect her." His belief that you could ever do otherwise cuts deep and you hope he can hear the truth of your words as much as you had his.

“Well I think it’s very clear that you can’t protect her,” he hisses, his ire suddenly bleeding through. Its enough to make you stand and finally face him, and you can feel your answering rage burning through your eyes.

“I literally just did. You fucking asshole.”

“If you can’t protect her without hurtin’ yourself then what is the fucking goddamn point?!”

“The point is that she’s okay.”

“And you’re not! You…you fucking stubborn…I knew…” His words trail off, seemingly swallowed up by his anger. He pauses for a moment and visibly collects himself. “You’re a real piece o’ work, you know that?” he says, bitterly.

“Ohhh, fuck you, Joel,” you flare. “You don’t have to fucking pretend you know.”

“Pretend what?” he growls dangerously.

“Pretend that you give a shit.”

Apparently, this was not the reply he had been expecting and you see genuine surprise flash across his face as his eyes widen. Before he can answer you continue, allowing the heat of your acrimony to boil past your lips.

“You’ve been supremely shitty to me for weeks. Now I can’t think of a single reason why except for the fucking obvious. You changed your mind about me, or fuck, I don’t know, you realised you made a huge fucking mistake and instead of talking to me like an adult you’ve chosen to make it my problem. And you’re doing the same thing now. Fine. I fucked up. And I paid the price. Not her. And that is exactly what protection is about. I did what I said I’d do and I don’t need you here listing the reasons that I’m an awful person. If you really didn’t think either of us could handle it then you should have fucking-“

You break off, a sharp wave of pain turning your angry words into a gasp. You had stepped forward and prodded him in the chest to punctuate your accusations, completely forgetting in the moment that your right shoulder was horribly damaged. You feel the blood draining from your face as your stitches pull with the movement of your muscles and you shakily sit back down on the bed and close your eyes, praying that you don’t pass out or vomit.

“Fuck, are you okay?” Joel’s voice is still tight with a repressed anger, but it is also soft and concerned and suddenly right in front of you, his hand warm on your knee. You open your eyes to see him crouching down, worry written all over his face.

“No, Joel, I’m not okay. I got stabbed by a fucking antler!” you exclaim, an edge of disbelieving agitation to your words.

An unexpected wave of amusement at the absurdity of the whole thing swiftly follows your proclamation. With all the weapons you dealt with day to day, with all the farming equipment you had been learning to use, with all the times you had been faced with infected…this was the thing that had brought you low. A fucking deer. And not even one that had been alive at the time. You press your lips together, attempting to tamp down the mirth that was threatening to derail your righteous anger, but it was too late. You snort. You chuckle. And then you outright laugh at the ridiculousness of it all. Joel is staring at you like you’ve lost your mind and that only serves to make you laugh harder until your shoulder twinges with the movements of your body and the smile on your face turns into a wince of pain.

“Christ,” you whimper in a weak voice. “I got stabbed by a fucking antler. Of all the fucking things-“ The hilarity sweeps you up again, the relief of laughing after weeks of being miserable supremely intoxicating, and this time a slow grin spreads across Joel’s face too, and you simultaneously love and hate how relieved you are to see it.

“You really did,” he agrees, a gentle amused huff now escaping his own lips.

“And it was fucking dead!” you howl, Joel’s deep rumbling laugh joining yours in synchronicity.

The laughter gently fades into mirroring slightly embarrassed grins. Part of you wants to seize this opportunity to try to make things right. To tell Joel you're sorry for worrying him, that you're grateful he brought you to the clinic so quickly, that you miss his friendship and want to forget everything that has happened if it would help you to get back to the place you had been before. Another part is stubbornly telling you that you did nothing wrong, that you protected Ellie, that you will heal up fine without his help and that he owes you both an apology and an explanation for his recent behaviour. You search his face, trying to gauge what he is feeling, but he looks tired more than anything, with dark circles under his eyes and the lines on his skin seeming even deeper than usual. He presses his lips together, looks like he is gearing himself up to say something, but before he can -

“Well, well, the fogeys have made up have they?”

Ellie is leaning casually against the doorframe a wide grin on her face. You had been laughing so much and so deep in thought that you hadn’t even heard her come in. Joel and you exchange a glance, the smiles slowly fading from your faces as you remember that you had been deep in argument only a few minutes prior. Still, his eyes remain soft upon you, the distain you had come to recognise in their depths recently no longer present. You don’t know how to answer her, don’t even know if her question is rhetorical, but Joel saves you by standing up with a pained grunt, his knees giving an audible clicking sound.

“C’mon kiddo,” he says softly. “Let’s give her some space.”

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Deranged Ramblings of A Technoblade fan

Ok I don't know how to blog for shit and I've not slept in two days so yall are now gonna suffer as I throw out my thoughts to the universe.

Technoblade, the character, is often depicted as wearing a corset and while I've not seen anyone complain about it being "unrealistic" because lets be real here the SBI is made up of a perpetually tired bird man, a bard with a habit of destroying countries, a vaguely anthropormorphised to straight up anime elf prince pig depending on the artist, and a Tommy; a corset is the LEAST of one's worries ya know?

Anywho, corsets on a warrior. Being a semi-qualified art historian and an enthusiast in fashion and medieval armour, it is ACTUALLY plausible!

As the common discourse goes, a PROPERLY FITTED and NON-TIGHTLACED corset is actually very comfortable to wear. They were literally designed to support the chest and help with posture despite the common modern idea of the corset being cruel and blah blah blah literally everyone who's worn a proper corset can vouch that it's actually quite comfy. (Myself included, shut up men can wear corsets too.) And depending on the type of corset, they can be very flexible to allow for movement. The type of corset would be the one to look at when determining realism, in this case we got full corsets that are kinda like vests, underbust corsets, and mid corsets. Your full size corset provides the most support as it distributes the weight of the bust around your waist and shoulders, with some types of underbusts doing similar. Seeing as unless c/Techno has a bust size in need of support, this probably isn't gonna be the one worn most in battle as, while corsets can be moved pretty easily in, they were not made in the intention to be worn into battle.

An underbust would be more flexible and still provide any sort of support, and a mid-torso corset probably wouldn't provide the same amount of support but would still help with supporting one's back, especially when riding a horse or walking for a long time and trust me good back support is a BOON when you're wearing armour. On that front, while a corset that has boning made of baleen, metal, or bone might provide some protection to slashing attacks, and distribution of impact to an extent, against an arrow/axe/well placed sword strike, not great. That's the point of wearing a gambison and armour in general. A gambeson acts as a means of keeping armour from touching the skin and chaffing, as well as providing an extra layer of squish between the body and the weapon. You can actually just wear a gembeson when fighting in a pinch, it won't exactly protect against an axe or flail or mace or arrow, but much like a corset slashing damage will be diminished.

So, as for wearing a corset while also wearing armour, to look fashionable but still provide protection, I would say the best way to do so would be to wear a mid-torso corset with a gambeson style interior, and a crop top style gambeson over the top and half-breast plate over that. Would I wear it into battle? Absolutly not. Would it provide protection during a display of power in a parade? Yes. Is it better than nothing? Also yes. Am I going to draw this at some point? Absofuckinlutely! The more likely form, and one that would be very interesting to see that I have yet to see any artist (so far) make, would be a wasp-waist style of breastplate armour. At that point you basically have a full on metal corset that's way more effective than just wearing the weirdly layered bits of corsetry and armour that was previously mentioned. Anyways, I am sleep deprived and have definitley missed a few points but I hope whoever has read this enjoyed the ramblings ok goodnight.