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this would be like the lucky charm i carry in my wallet

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you've seen the butcher: covet - cooper abbott x reader

A sprained ankle matches the swollen tendons in your wrist from falling after trying to run, like a rug being swept from under your feet. You did fight when he caught you, muscles trembling under the exertion, but it was slow and slurred to him. He anticipated it, the fight. Grabbed your wrists with one big, heavy hand and squeezed them together till it hurt.

moodboard for the first chapter of my cooper trap fic !!! which i posted months ago BUT idc it's so fun to make moodboards....... also gives me a healthy excuse to spend a lot of time pinning josh hartnett's pics on my boards yayyyy

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you've seen the butcher: garner - cooper abbott x reader (ch 2)

He's not that much of a monster, you know. He would've told you that if you were awake, and you would’ve probably spat on him or laughed nervously or clawed at him with your blunt nails or maybe all three. As he covered you with some blanket he had in his trunk, he mindlessly rubbed the spots on his forearms where you tried to open his skin with your fingernails. They were red, but easing into a mild pink. You didn’t even try to scratch him, he realized. Just dig your cut short nails in and in and in, hurt him as much as he might've done when he slammed you into the ground to keep you from moving. 

moodboard for the second chapter of my cooper fic i posted months ago........ twenty years later........... the party's ended and i'm still here

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blood teachings: what nature allows - baelor targaryen x oc (myrrha targaryen)

Baelor nods to her, indicating with a permissive hand to let her be seated in front of him, sharing the table, but she makes a few steps inside before stopping. Myrrha looks smaller than she has ever been in the middle of his chambers, because she's with doubts. It makes him remember all the times in her childhood, confessing to Jena and him that Valarr had pulled her hair, had shoved her when playing, had stolen her dragon figurines. Clutched, crying, to Jena's skirts, his fingers threaded in curled dark locks inherited from him. Inherited from his very same Martell blood. Don't they say the eldest is always the portrait of the father?

first chapter of my baelor x oc fic!! i started working on this a few weeks ago and im very excited since it's an adaptation of a myth. i like how genetics in asoiaf work weirdly, since it gave me liberty in creating myrrha. i adore dark haired targaryens. i'll try to finish the second chapter quickly, hope u enjoy!

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5k words deep in this baelor targaryen wip like I don’t have to read my syllabus for next week . God bless holidays

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not wanting to watch a movie bc I know that I'll write sm fucked up about said movie and i still have to finish my other wips......