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toni and raza officially got declared friends! one more for the pile!
#dnd#laughing so much at her overthinking EVERYTHING#rps are glorious#chance sees these tags and he's gonna kill me and tell me his girl was right but ha. no tumblr for him#toni's friend counter: 12#MORE#others ocs#oc tag#toni#ducks#guild ducks
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tom holland’s school of manifestation | a charles leclerc social media au
pairing: charles leclerc x supermodel!reader
charles has a big crush on world renowned supermodel, y/n l/n. who would’ve thought she’d return the feelings.
notes: very much travis kelce x taylor swift inspired. faceclaim is yasmin wijnaldum! btw i try to improve with each post (like how i write/pace the story) so if you have any suggestions, pls (veryvery kindly) tell me!! :))
disclaimer: SORRY FOR TYPOS. GOOGLE TRANSLATE (and from american high school lol) FRENCH. KYM ILLMAN MENTIONED LOL. none of the information in this social media au is factual. i do use old photos of charlotte and charles, and usually i don't like to include pictures of their ex or current gfs in these fics (only bc i want to keep it as imaginative as possible and i feel like adding them kinda gives you a reality check while reading LOL) so lmk your opinions on that!
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voguemagazine Since beginning modeling at the age of 14, Y/N L/N has cemented herself as the most influential supermodel of all time. As of 2023, she is now the world’s highest paid model surpassing Kendall Jenner who previously led the list. Throughout her career, she has made 39 appearances on international Vogue covers.
Tap the link in our bio to read the full profile. Photographed by @/leannafitz, Written by Phil Stevenson, Styled by @/sheri_simmons, Vogue, February 2023.
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user MOTHER IS MOTHERING
user omg as someone who has been a fan since she began in 2011, i’m so proud of her 😭
user she's the definition of perfection
user LOL ariana (charles), what are you doing here
↳ user his little crush on her is soo cute 😩
↳ user he’s just like us fr lmaoo
user her walk is legendary like it reminds me so much of naomi
user i was gonna say she’s the model of our generation but that’s wrong. she’s actually the top model of all time 😩😩😩
user i’m glad to see a non-nepo baby be on top of the list
↳ user no literally like no shade to bella, kendall, and them but y/n had to fight tooth and nail to be here
↳ user frrr bc most of the nepo baby models are great, don’t get me wrong. however, they were allowed to make mistakes during their career in order to improve. y/n was not privileged enough to have that. like ppl don’t understand the insane expectations that were placed on her ever since she entered the industry, but she exceeded those expectations every. single. time. and that’s why she deserves this title
user she’s so beautiful
user i would die for y/n
user nothing could describe the amount of affection i have for this woman omfg
charleslc_updates
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charleslc_updates Charles and Arthur talking about Y/N L/N (again lol) in a recent interview 👀
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user lmaoooooo relatable
user omg i'm new to f1 but i've always been a y/n stan i'm freaakkkinng out but wdym again??
↳ user lmaooo charles is always trying to bring up y/n
user the leclerc brothers 🥰🥰
user it was so cute to see the both of them in one video
user this man fr blushed AHAH cute
user i get it charles i too have the biggest crush on y/n
↳ user lol literally like get in line dude
↳ user back of the line bucko
user i've never seen a man so down bad for someone he's never met
user y/n what are you doing girl if you don't want him ILL DO IT
user @/yourusername
↳ user LMAO YESSS @/yourusername
ynupdates
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ynupdates Y/N opening the 2023 Chanel by Karl Lagerfeld show during Paris Fashion Week.
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user omg she absolutely killed it
user god does she need a dog? i can bark
user i love seeing her thrive
user quick charles this is your chance!!! she’s in paris 😭😭😭 @/charles_leclerc
↳ user lmaooooo not you tagging him but literally though
↳ user no srsly please mr. "i hope our paths cross soon" you don't understand i need this to happen
user yall saw that walk??? ugh y/n the woman that you are
user i don’t get the hype. all she does is walk.
user NAHHHH SHE ATEEE THAT
user i’m so happyyyy 🥺 y/n is so booked and busy she’s really out here doing multiple back to back shows for paris fashion week
↳ user same! it’s crazy that she gets to open and close multiple shows, especially ones like chanel!
user i love that so many people are going to these shows just to see y/n
user i could make this exact dress with my curtains
user if i ever meet her in real life i would die happily
yourusername
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yourusername rien de mieux que d'etre a la maison [no place like home]
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gigihadid sexy lady
↳ yourusername already missing you
user i keep forgetting she's part french
user you absolutely KILLED those shows
voguemagazine iconic ⭐️
alexademie 🔥🔥
user beautiful girl!!
user omggg charles liking this LOL
↳ user it's actually frustrating me that this man has no game like i'm rooting for you cmon
↳ user lmaooo literally though i'm just hoping he's pulling some strings behind the scenes
anokyai 😍😍😍
user la plus belle fille [the most beautiful girl]
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↳ user if this is him shooting his shot 😭😭
↳ user lol charles is down so bad he's even going through the comments
user am i just crazy but why are there two drinks in the second post? like is this supposed to be a very soft launch
↳ user it's probably gigi 😭😭 she did comment saying that they were hanging out with each other
↳ user but why not just take a pic of her tho
deuxmoi
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deuxmoi Y/N L/N & Charles Leclerc spotted hanging out with each other in Paris
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user NO WAY OMG
user i'm actually in disbelief how tf did charles get here
user i knew you could do it charles!!
user TURN IT UP IVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ONE
user so are they dating???
user CHARLES FR WINNING RN AHAH
↳ user NO LITERALLYYY HES BEEN DREAMING ABOUT THIS FOR AGES
↳ user he manifested this 😭
user they look sooo good together
user why does he look so srs
↳ user give my man a break 😩
↳ user well it looks like he’s not your man anymore 😭😭
user omgg this is like a fairytale
user wait i'm kinda obsessed with this
user i’m so invested
kymillman
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kymillman Y/N AND CHARLES
Ferrari driver Charles Leclerc is joined at the track today by top supermodel, Y/N L/N. This is the first time Y/N is with him and she clearly shines in front of the camera.
Her debut at the grid has quickly become a popular topic as fans and drivers alike are intrigued by the presence of one of the most famous women in the world.
For A3 prints, hand-signed & numbered by a range of drivers/team principals head to kymillman.com #f1 #formula1 #signedprints #japanesegp #CharlesLeclerc #Y/NL/N
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user SHDJEJ IM ACTUALLY GOING FERAL
user mom and dad 😩
user so it’s official???
↳ user i mean this is the hardest launch they could have done other than posting 😭
user i’m a charles fan and even i’m surprised he got her to date him
user i’m rooting for them so much 🥺🥺
user she’s serving though
user i’m watching the race rn and they literally keep talking about y/n being there AHH
↳ user i always forget she’s kind of a big deal
user kym gets on my nerves but this picture is actual gold
user it's so obvious that this is a publicity stunt
↳ user nah but for who? bc i know damn well that neither charles nor y/n need it
↳ user obviously not for them but maybe it's to gather more attention for f1
↳ user girl i need u to listen to urself rn 😭 bc that makes no sense
user idk who charles is and idk what the hell f1 is but best believe i’m tuning in next race just to see y/n
↳ user literally me girl i can’t believe i’m watching cars drive in a circle rn
yn_updates
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yn_updates Some moments of Y/N being mentioned by drivers during the Formula 1 race
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user i swear it was like every minute i'd hear y/n's name
user the way that all the drivers are aware of charles's long time obsession with y/n LOL
↳ user i just know charles is the type to never shut up about her ahaha
user she's literally THE y/n l/n. i mean if viewers are sky rocketing just by her being there, imagine her impact if she had actively promoted it
↳ user she's so iconic
↳ user no bc i love y/n so much that i just forced myself to watch rich grown men vroom vroom in circles for almost 2 hrs just to catch a glimpse of her
user i'm in love with her life
user LMAOOO THE DRIVERS TEASING CHARLES
user lando's so funny 😭😭
user y/n and f1 stans are being FED today wow
user is it just me or am i kinda annoyed about how often they're bringing her up like my girl can't even support her bf in peace
↳ user yea i'm eating it up but also feeling bad for y/n at the same time. the attention is definitely a double edge sword.
user apparently she was with joris most of the time 🥺
user this is literally straight from a fairy tale i can't
user didn't they just meet like a week ago
↳ user as far as we know they were first spotted together about a month ago by that deuxmoi post. but assuming from y/n and charles's past relationships, i don't think they'd be this comfortable going public without being together for a while
↳ user yea this has definitely been going on longer than we think/have been seeing
charles_leclerc
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charles_leclerc J'ai toujours su que c'était toi. Joyeux anniversaire, mon amour ❤️ [I've always known it was you. Happy birthday, my love]
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yourusername merci, mon cœur ❤️ [thank you, my heart]
yourusername je suis raide dingue de toi [i'm madly in love with you]
↳ charles_leclerc l'amour de ma vie [the love of my life]
user are we interrupting something...
user i can’t believe it’s already been 6 months since they first went public
user throwing myself down the stairs as we speak
user they don't know it yet but we're actually a throuple
user happy birthday y/n!!!
user in love with their love 🥺
user lmfaoooo i just know charles is on cloud 9 this man literally sees y/n and is blind to everything else
↳ user he's sooo cute, he's like a love sick puppy
user i still think this is a pr relationship
user god i'd die for someone to look at me the way charles looks at y/n in that second pic
user this is my roman empire
user i'm so obsessed with them it's insane
user our generation's brad and angelina
↳ user don't say that wtf my parents are never separating
user pls don't ever breakup 😭😭
#f1 instagram au#f1 x reader#f1 social media au#f1 imagine#charles leclerc imagine#charles leclerc x reader#charles leclerc social media au#supermodel!reader#f1 smau#f1 fic#charles leclerc fic
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So Damn Pretty
Chapter 2
Part 1 : Part 3 :
Pairing: Johnny Slaughter X Female Reader
Summary: Johnny is sex starved and you’re very attractive, so attractive that he doesn’t want to kill you. Instead he finds ways to keep you around longer.
Note: Okey I’ve changed some stuff so here’s some context. I like the idea of Johnny being a bit of an sex addict and he’s really good at sex (he can find the clit type of good) cause he’s made himself a hobby fucking the pretty female victims and going out to the local bar when he actually gets free time. He’s a basically massive man whore, but he can’t help it that women find him sexy (super cocky). But Drayton later finds out he’s been fucking the food (lmao) and has temporarily banned him from going out by himself and keeping the female victims away from him. So a sex starved Johnny who’s heavily attracted to the reader sees an opportunity to use her like a maid so he can constantly keep fucking her. I’m still gonna keep the baby momma thing but that will come later in the story. Oh and I’m turning 21 on the 17th! So happy birthday to my fellow September babies!
Warning: This is 18+ and please do not read if your sensitive to heavy descriptions of non/con and violence. Including bondage, blood, gore, assault, objectification and unsafe sex. For those who don’t mind, I hope you enjoy.
Catchy music was blearing out of the front speakers of the minivan; my friends Jessica and Nate were singing along to the tunes. I was sitting in the back, relaxing into my seat, enjoying the fact that college was finished and summer holidays were just beginning. We decided this summer we were going to experience camping for the first time. We had all grown up in the city and never got the chance to enjoy the country side of Texas. I’m excited to finally cross camping off my bucket list, and make this summer memorable.
My bubbly blonde friend Jessica turned around in her seat. “Two hours left, and we should be at the campsite before night.” She said this, grinning at me and turning back to kiss her boyfriend, Nate, on the cheek. Nate, being the protective type, only tagged along with us as he didn’t like the idea of two ‘pretty girls’ camping by themselves in the middle of nowhere. They have only been dating for a few months; he’s the classic teen heartthrob with dazzling eyes and short, dark blonde hair, and Jessica is the overly cute blonde. They were perfect for each other. I smile at the both of them, they were great friends.
“Oh fuck!” Nate is panicking as black smoke starts coming out of the hood. He pulls over to the side of the road, and all of us get out to see what’s wrong. “Can’t it be fixed?” I ask, looking at Nate, worried. His face contorts in disappointment. “I've got no idea, Y/N; cars aren’t my speciality.”
We all look at each other, uncertain of what to do; we’re in the remote countryside without any sort of help. “We might have to walk back if no one drives by.” Nate tells us regretfully: But as soon as he said that, we saw an old blue Ford truck honking and driving up to us.
“You need a hand?” The unknown driver asked Nate. “Yes please! Our van just broke down with smoke coming out.” Nate explained to the man. He nods his head and parks his truck in front of us. The trucks door opens, and out climbs one of the best-looking guys I have ever seen. He wears a black sleeveless top that shows off his muscular arms and a pair of blue denim jeans paired with dirty yellow gloves. He has dark brown hair slicked back with a few strands falling over a scar; my cunt embarrassingly throbbed at the sight of him; I must have gone red in the face as he smirked looking at me. I quickly turned my head to look at Jessica, who was also a little red in the face. It’s not every day you see a hot country boy.
The handsome stranger introduces himself as Johnny Slaughter. “Good to meet you, Johnny. I’m Nate, over there is my girlfriend Jessica and my friend Y/N.” I did a little wave at my name, hoping I wasn’t still blushing. He shakes Nates hand and nods his head to us. “Ladies. Damn, he has a deep voice; it’s making me all hot and bothered. “Alrighty then Nate, pop the hood and let's take a look.”
Johnny stared at the engine, arms pressed against the van, leaning over while shaking his head. “I’m going to have to get my tools for this.” He said, looking over at us. ‘’Ah, shit! That bad?" Nate asked. “Yep, but don’t y’all worry, I’ll get this baby fixed in the morning. For now I can take you guys back to my family’s home, get some food, and sleep?’’ Johnny offered. “Wow, that’s so nice of you, Johnny.’’ Jessica replied, smiling at him, being a little too flirty.
I feel a little uncertain about trusting Johnny, we have only just met him; but he is helping us and I would rather not sleep on the side of the road. Jessica and I nod to Nate in agreement with Johnny’s offer. “Okay, yeah, we’ll go with you.’’ Nate tells him. He smiles, slamming the hood of the van back down, and turns, leading us back to his truck. He opens the back door, and we three slide in. As Johnny hops into the driver's seat, we are greeted by a woman sitting in the passenger seat. Was she here the whole time? “Hi y'all, I’m Sissy.’’ She introduces herself with a wink, but before we could reply, she blows this white powder in our faces. My vision starts to blur as I hear strangled coughing from my friends, and everything quickly goes black.
The next thing I know, I’m waking up tied to a meat hook, covered in dry blood, and desperate for freedom. At that time I had no idea where Jessica and Nate could be, but now as I stare at their lifeless, brutalised corpses, I regret not trying to find them. Jessica's blonde hair is tangled, and her body is covered in slices, with a massive cut on her stomach. Nate's handsome face was shredded up by a chainsaw. They are getting wrapped in a blue tarp, by a larger man with a very human like mask on his face. Johnny takes a drag of his cigarette while holding me, and he shoots me a grin, seeing my legs wobble from the hard fucking I endured. “You enjoyed that, didn’t you? So slutty having an orgasm while your friends get murdered.’’ He taunts quietly in my ear, guilt-tripping me.
“Johnny, why is she still alive?” Asked the small woman who blew white powder in my face. It’s Sissy, I think, trying to remember her name. “This pretty little thing is going to help us cook, clean, and do all the daily chores around the house. We’ve been needing extra hands around the farm since Ma is gone and Drayton busy with the chilli carnivals.’’ He explains to Sissy. She looks at me up and down, smirking. “Oh, I’ve been wantin’ some female company for ages now, and you're so beautiful too! I have these pretty ol’ dresses that would look lovely-,” she didn’t finish her sentence as she’s cut off by Johnny. “That’s enough, Sissy; you can talk to her later; we've got sh*t to do.’’ She rolls her eyes at him but goes to help the larger man.
Johnny pats the larger man on the back, “You did a good job, Bubba.’’ So Bubba is his name. He just lets out these happy groans. So he’s nonverbal?Johnny turns back to me. “Were you listening before? Tomorrow, Sissy will show you how things get done.” With a cig in his mouth, he grabs me again, pulling me out of the slaughterhouse and bringing me to his parked truck. “I’ll cut off the zip-tie when we get back home.’’ He opens the passenger-side door, waiting for me to hop in. He shuts the door after me and flicks away his burned-out cigarette, reaching in his back pocket for another one. Johnny walks away as Sissy plops into the back seat. “Hi again sugar.” She says gleefully behind me.
Johnny and Bubba walk back, carrying each body on their shoulders, I swallow a lump as they chuck the bodies carelessly in the tray. Johnny, with another cigarette in his mouth, gets into the driver's seat, Bubba sits next to Sissy. Johnny chucks his packet of smokes and bloodied gloves from his back pocket onto the dash. He starts up the engine and changes gears, leaving the slaughterhouse behind. The drive is silent except for Sissy’s humming; Bubba stares out of his window while Johnny drives one handed flicking his finished cigarette out the window. I look back to the front, watching the high beam lights brighten up the dark landscape.
We turn onto a long dirt road leading up to a white, two-story house. Johnny parks the truck at the front and helps Bubba unload the bodies. Sissy goes to unlock the front door, leaving me alone. I thought of running when they took the bodies into the house. But I’m still zip-tied, so my chances of escaping now are extremely slim.
Johnny comes back to open my door and yank me out. He roughly drags me inside. I look around and notice a lot of bone decor, similar to the hanging bones in the slaughterhouse. I really hope it’s not human. I’m brought downstairs to a basement, Johnny opens this metal door, it makes a loud awful sound. He takes me to a small prison; Johnny stops to cut off the zip-tie, and I rub my sore wrists, trying to bring the blood to flow back. Johnny pushes me into the room, locking the door. It’s smells disgusting and damp.
“I'll be back to bring ya’ dinner.’’ He leaves upstairs, slamming that awful metal door. I sit down on the dirt floor and bring my knees to my chest. Dried-up cum is all over my thighs, making me feel gross. I started to cry. The last few hours have been horrid. I wish it was just a nightmare. The basement door slides open again. Snivelling, I stand to see who's down here. It’s that large man with the mask, Bubba; he walks over to the end of the basement, where I see Jessica and Nate’s hanging bodies, stomachs sliced open with their organs dropped into a metal tub. My hands shake as I cover my mouth in shock. Oh God! Bubba unhooks Nate and carries him over to a workbench littered with dirty tools. He grabs a hacksaw and begins to dismember Nate. I walk backwards into a corner, sliding down the wall. I started to breakdown. Is he harvesting them? Are these murderers cannibals? God, why did this happen? From sheer exhaustion, I lean my head back and pass out.
“Hey! Wake up!’’ My eyes shot open, searching for the yelling voice. It’s Johnny; he’s holding a white bowl with a spoon. He crouch’s down to my level and hands out the bowl for me to take. I hesitate because I am sceptical of the ingredients. “It’s pot roast; Sissy made it.’’ It does smell delicious, but I don’t wanna eat it. “I’m not hungry,” I told him in defiance. His eye twitches in annoyance, not liking my response. He grabs my hair roughly, craning my neck to stare at him. “Listen, I’m being really fucking nice here, so I ain’t gonna take any disrespect! You may be pretty, but I can easily get another woman who is just a tad more obedient to replace you.’’ His threat worked. I snatched the bowl and dug in, It was tasty. “Good girl.’’ He smiled, patting my head as I ate. He waits until I’m finished and leaves. Did I eat someone? Will I have to eat my friends? I have so many questions but right now the only thing that matters is staying alive. I don’t want to end up like Jessica and Nate.
Sometime later, Johnny comes back to let me out. “Follow me," I obeyed him, leaving the basement and following upstairs. He brings me to a bathroom. It has white broken tiles, a large bathtub with a shower head. He locks the door after I enter and turns the water on, letting it heat up. He throws off his top, giving a new view of his muscular body. I couldn’t help but stare. He has old scars lingering over his body more noticeably on his large pecs, he’s has light definition on his abdomen, and a defined v-cut. His body represents the result of hard work. He smirks at my staring, continuing he unbuckles his jeans, pulling them down. I quickly glance wanting to get a good look at his cock. It’s only semi-hard yet it’s still intimidating, how did it managed to fit inside me?
Johnny doesn’t move as he waits for me to undress. Not wanting to anger him again, I take off my dress, dropping the tattered material. I shiver in my naked form. He gently takes my hand and helps me into the shower. I hiss as the hot water makes my cuts sting. He grabs a plain bar of soap and starts lathering it up and down my body. Enjoying my little gasps as he squeezes my tits and glides his hands everywhere. He swaps us around so he goes under the water, his muscles flex as he relaxes, his head falling back, closing his eyes, while his hands run through his dark hair.
I won’t lie; just the sight of him is turning me on. Shit, why does he have to be so sexy? A murderer shouldn’t be sexy. Startling me out of my thoughts, he grabs my hand that’s holding the soap and moves it to his body, wanting me to wash him. Nervous, I don’t refuse, but I start out slowly around his stomach, leading up to his chest. This small action makes him rock hard. I see it pulse against his lower stomach just above his belly button, I bite my tongue scrubbing his body with both hands, massaging his chest and arms, feeling his muscles. The hot look he gives me sends a throb straight to my core. Water gently running down his handsome face. He brings my right soapy hand down to his cock, tugging it. “Come on baby, jerk my fucking cock.’’ I hesitate for a second, he squeezes my hand hard as a slight warning not to disobey. Wincing, I start to tug at his cock up and down, jerking him off. Groaning, he rocks his hips, shifting them into my hand, following my rhythm. “Good girl, play with my cock, just like that’’ He’s a head taller then me so when he grabs my chin to look at him I have to bend my neck back. “I bet your pussy’s dripping.’’
He swats my hand away and grabs my hips, bringing me in closer under the water so the soap starts rinsing off. He places his fingers below and, feels up my pussy, “I fucking knew it; you're such a needy whore, getting wet from jerking my cock off.’’ I grow shy at his words, wanting to hide my face from embarrassment. Johnny places his hands on the sides of my head and shoves his tongue down my throat. Heavily aroused, I kissed back, holding on to his shoulders. We start making out, our hot tongues wrestling with each other. His strong arms pick me up and shove me against the shower wall. I wrap my legs around his waist for balance while he lines his cock up thrusting it in my cunt without warning. I groan at the sudden intrusion: “Shhh, it’ll only take a second.’’ He says impatiently pounding into me. His hard cock reaches new places, making me moan desperately. The running water muffles the sounds of flesh clapping together. He grips my hips hard as he thrusts upward at a brutal pace. This time only focusing on his own release.
He leans back to watch my chest bounce. “Fuck, I love your tits.’’ He says with admiration as he slows down to suckle on each nipple. His obsession with my breasts is going to be the end of me. I start getting closer again until he stops, suddenly cumming inside me. “Ah,’’ he lets out a little moan as he fills my throbbing cunt. I look at him in disappointment, I was so close to cumming. He grins playful at me. He places me down as we go back to washing, I silently fume as my pussy and clit pulse from neglect.
We dry ourselves, and he puts on new, clean clothes similar to his older ones, but the shirt is blue. He hands me a white summer dress. “One of Sissy’s.’’ He tells me, “any underwear?’’ I question. He just sends an amusing smile and shakes his head. “That's a privilege, sweetheart.’’ Great; it wouldn’t have been bad if the dress wasn’t so short. If I bend over too far, I’ll flash my goods.
Johnny leads away to what seems to be his room. Everything is old and wooden; including a worn-out bed barely big enough for two people. He lays down on it and pats his side, signalling me to sit. I lay down on his bed as he sits up going in between my legs, pushing up my new dress. “I like the easy access.’’ He tells me right before sucking on my swollen clit. “Nnnnh.’’ I moan breathlessly finally having some relief. His two middle fingers slide in and set a steady pace. I spread my legs wider for him, still turned on from the shower fuck. He shoves his tongue flat against my nub, licking it up and down. I push his head further into me, thrusting against his face; this spurs him on as his fingers speed up. I cum on his face, my head thrown back, as my hands grip the sheets tight. I rut into him as he licks up all my juices.
Just when I thought we were done he thrusts his fingers back into me. I try to close my legs and wiggle away from the overstimulation but Johnny forces them open. He lets out a deep chuckle at the tears rolling out my eyes, I clench on his thick fingers as he puts his thumb on my sensitive clit, rubbing it in slow circles. I still hold onto the sheets while lifting up my hips, trying to chase my second release. He hears my needy whines and speeds up, swapping to his other thumb to rub my clit faster while his opposite hand continues finger fucking me. “Fuck, Johnny please don’t stop.’’ I beg him as I cum around his fingers. I gasp at the abruptness of my second orgasm. My legs shake from the intensity. Johnny pulls his hands away from me as I turn to the side, squeezing my legs trying to relieve the sensations.
He casually stands up walking to the desk across the room grabbing a cig, lighting it. Cig in mouth he undresses, getting ready bed. I watch him smoke, flicking the ashes in a tray on the desk. When I finally calm down he’s finished the cigarette, he turns of a lamp comes to lay down behind me, getting comfortable. He wraps one arm around my waist and helps me take of my dress letting it drop to the floor, So both of us now naked. “I'll set up a room for you soon; for now, you’ll stay with me.’’ He speaks softly. I try to get comfortable on the small bed wiggling slightly. “You keep moving like that and I’m going to fuck you again.” He threatens squeezing me tight. I freeze, too sensitive to test his patience.
“Hey Johnny?” I gently whisper his name. The only response I get is snoring, now left with no distractions I go back to my thoughts. I feel guilty knowing I’ve been enjoying Johnny’s company too much, I shouldn’t feel this comfortable with him but the more he cuddles into me the more my eyes feel heavy, I start to fall sound asleep in the arms of a killer.
#johnny slaughter#johnny slaughter x reader#smut#texas chainsaw game#texas chainsaw massacre#fanfiction#tcm fanfic#johnny slaughter fanfic#Texas Chainsaw massacre fanfiction#fanfic
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CAN YOU WRITE KIETH OR LANCE X MALE READER
OR, OR, OR VOLTRON X READER HEADCANONS!! DATING OR CRUSHES OR COURTING IDC BUT USE GENDER NEUTRAL READER SO EVERYONE CAN READ IT ☺️
PLEASE
I went with the dating headcannons, hope you like them :)
Warning!! I have not finished Voltron completely yet, but I do know bits and pieces so this might be a bit ooc
Voltron dating headcannons (GN reader)
Keith:
* I like to think that his love language is acts of service
* He’s very new to the whole “dating” thing and isn’t really good with his words so he relies on doing things for you
* Need help training? He’s got you. Stressed out? He’s not the best at it, but he’ll be damned if he doesn’t try and help his lover
* I don’t see Keith as the type of guy to use a lot of pet names
* Like dont get me wrong, I love pet names, but I personally can’t see Keith using them
* As tough and mean he is to others, you see a softer side of him
* Not in a “he’s really a big baby on the inside” crap
* More of a “he feels more calm and relaxed around you”
* After a stressful mission, he will definitely enter your room without a word and just flop either next to you or on top of you
* No words would be expressed, all he needs is some quiet and you to decompress
* In no way would he EVER let you get hurt
* This man will protect you with his life
* He can’t stand the thought of losing you, it kills him just thinking about the “what if” situations
* Not a big social person, but if you are then I think he will at least tag along for the ride
* Keith definitely worries that he’s not the “best” or “ideal” boyfriend for you
* He’s part Galra, he’s mean, he’s abrasive, he’s stubborn, what could you possibly see in him?????
* He needs a reminder now and then that he’s enough for you and that you love him
* You’ll sometimes find him late at night in the training room if he’s had a tough day
* You’ll have to physically drag him into bed and hold him down for him to sleep
Lance:
* Oh boy, he’s not called “lover boy” for no reason
* Absolutely loves to compliment you every single day
* Calls you stuff like, “mi amor” and “my girl/boy/partner”
* He likes to show you off and talks about you a lot
* Honestly the rest of the team is a little sick of it but they are also happy that he found someone like you
* Takes you on joy ride in his lion when he has some downtime
* He gets an earful from Allura
* His love language is definitely physical affection
* He loves holding your hands, your hugs, kissing you any chance he gets, and cuddling you
* Thinks he’s the big spoon but is really the little spoon most of the time
* When he gets homesick, he likes to be around you and talk to you to distract himself
* But some nights he’s crying in your arms, missing home, missing his family, and not knowing if or when he gets to see them again
* He likes to tell you stories from when he was little, what his family is like, and stories from his time at the garrison
* Will complain to you about how Keith annoyed him this time
* Overall, definitely a great lover
Shiro:
* Shiro is definitely more experienced with love than the other two
* He calls you stuff like “darling” “sweetheart” and other cute older pet names
* His love languages are quality time and acts of service
* I like to think that with all the excitement and craziness that comes with being apart of Voltron that he likes to just spend time with his lover and relax
* You two don’t even have to be doing something together
* He could be reading while your in the same room doing something completely different and he wouldn’t mind, just as long as he’s around you after such a stressful day
* Has severe PTSD and get nightmares almost every night
* He’s used to dealing with it alone but once you enter the picture he’s gonna have to get used to you waking up with him to comfort him
* Always tells you to go back to sleep and that “it’s nothing” but you know better than that
* He also has some self esteem issues about his metal arm, being disgusted by it some days and wanting nothing more than for it to disappear
* Please comfort him, space dad needs some love 🥺
* Likes to listen to you talk, your voice grounding him to reality and comforting him in times of need
* Like Keith, he is also protective of you
* After Adams death, he can’t help but have nightmares of you meeting the same fate
* Sometimes he becomes so paranoid about it that you have fights about missions you are sent on
* He knows you can take care of yourself, he trained you after all, but that won’t ease his nerves and memories about Adam
Hunk
* MY FAVORITE BOY 😍😍😍
* He’s so sweet to you, you don’t understand!
* He likes to call you “baby” “baking partner” or just a shorten version of your name if you have one
* His love languages is definitely gift giving and physical affection
* He loves cooking and baking new recipes for you to try and give him feedback
* With physical affection, he’s gonna be a bit nervous in the beginning about it, having never been in a relationship before, but he slowly starts to get more into it
* Hand holding, cuddling, hugging, there all his favorite ways to say he loves you
* He definitely one of the more nervous one when it comes to you fighting along side Voltron
* Hunk himself is more of a pacifist and is therefore already a little uneasy about even HIMSELF fighting
* So for you, his lover, to be put in the front lines with them has him very uneasy and nervous
* He just loves you so much he would never forgive himself if something happened to you 🥺
* He is always there if you have something on your mind that’s bothering you
* Whether it’s something small or large, he will always listen to you
* And vice versa, if he has something on his mind, be there for him cause he sometimes feels like he’s not listened to by the others
Pidge
* Definitely the least experienced out of the group (her and Keith are like neck and neck)
* I don’t see her using pet names, much like Keith
* Idk it just strikes me as odd for her to use pet names
* She definitely has stupid nicknames for you, but not stuff like baby or sweetheart
* If you don’t like that, sue me
* Her love language is definitely quality time
* She likes when you come around while she’s working on a new project so she can geek out about it
* You don’t even have to understand anything she says, she just likes when you’re around her when she’s working
* Also has you test some of the safer projects, she would never let you NEAR the more outrageous ones
* Unlike the others, she’s actually really open to you fighting along side her
* Don’t get me wrong, she would murder everyone if you got hurt, but she likes working with you and strategizing
* Will make you a weapon and enhanced suit if you asked
* Even if you don’t, she probably already has them in the works
#voltron x reader#Voltron#shiro x reader#keith x reader#lance x reader#hunk x reader#pidge x reader#reqs open#voltron headcanons
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This is the End
Now playing: Family Line
A/N + CW: My admission for @xxshadowbabexx’s writing competition! I used prompts 1, 4, 7, and 10.
This fic contains, canon typical violence, blood, cursing, mentions of childhood abuse. As always, italics in “” depict Norwegian.
Pairing: Kyle “Gaz” Garrick x Evelyne “Snake” Gray (My OC)
I’m so good at telling lies, that came from my mothers side.
“He’s not gonna talk, is he?”
Evelyne sighs, rubbing her head. “No, no he’s not. Not like this, at least.”
John chuckles. “Well then,”
The interrogation room door opens, revealing Soap and Gaz.
“Let’s try a different approach.”
God, I have my father’s eyes.”
“Snake,”
“L.t. I’ve got it from here, sir.”
Ghost gives a single nod before striding out the room, leaving Evelyne alone. With him.
“It’s been a while, Dad.”
“Evelyne,”
She really wishes she had a camera to capture his face. It was a satisfying feeling, seeing him covered in his own blood, sweat, and snot. He did always say; Karma’s a Bitch.
I can run but I can’t hide.
“Where is Makarov, Marshall?”
“You don’t know what you’re asking me admit, girl.”
“Bull. Shit. I’m not a kid, I’m a lieutenant. Location. Makarov. Now.”
“I should’ve killed you when I had the chance!”
“Would’ve made ya life easier, yeah?”
She closes in on Marshall, invading his space. The smell of copper makes her stomach churn.
“Tell me where he is,”
She looks back to the glass, where she knows Kyle is watching her; ready to jump in at any moment.
“And I’ll let you see Nellie and Claire,”
The way his eyes light up makes her sick. The bastard never cared about those kids. They were just another check in the mail to him.
“Dubai, he’s in a hotel in Dubai.”
There’s a single knock on the glass. Evelyne looks back to her father. His face falls. He finally knows the girls aren’t here.
“We’re done here, Ghost. He’s all yours,”
“You bitch! I’ll see you again, even if we’re dead, Evelyne!”
Marshall shrieks quiet as she shuts the door behind her. Hopefully Ghost will kill him for good this time. She’s getting tired of see her father’s stupid face. Kyle is immediately in front of her, concern etched on his face. God, she loves those brown eyes.
“You al’ight, love?”
Evelyne sighs, leaning into him.
“That doesn’t scare you, does it? What I did?”
“Never,”
From my Family Line.
@going-to-ikea-for-the-fries, @the-original-honeybun (tags, because why tf not?)
#simon ghost riley#kyle gaz garrick#john soap mactavish#captain john price#cod ocs#cod oc#call of duty oc#call of duty#oc#my ocs#original character#kyle gaz garrick x oc#Evelyne ‘Snake’ Gray
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Lo’ak x Omaticaya!reader
if you’d like you can reblog my original work, but please don’t post it without credit. if you take inspiration from my ideas please tag me, I’d like to see how someone else would write it
word count: 8.7k
warnings: mentions of death, mentions of infection, smut, readers mom dies, ?
summary: honestly I have no idea what this is it was supposed to be a small little blurb about Lo’ak talking to Kiri about his crush on y/n and then this happened…it’s basically a story of how Lo’ak x reader’s relationship started
anything in bold like this in the middle of a sentence means it’s either Na’vi or meant to be in Na’vi but I don’t trust the translation websites so I just use the few words I know and make do with it💀
sorry this took sooo long! I’m on spring break and I kinda took a break cause I’ve been feeling a little out of it and I think I’m gonna fulfill a request and then continue taking a break. I’m not sure yet, just feeling kinda lazy lately 🤷♀️
You and Kiri had been inseparable for years. You had a similar situation to her, your father died when you were young and your mother had been very overwhelmed with the loss of her mate and taking care of a young child and it made her sick, and she is still very sick to this day.
You understood what it felt like to feel like a freak, like you’re not like everyone else. You’d always been secretly jealous of her, though. She got a second chance at having a family with the Sullys. Your mother was too weak to even speak some days, and had spent most of the last year in a healers tent.
You knew your mother was going to join Eywa soon, and it had been bringing you down lately. Kiri noticed you didn’t come to see her as much, and you always seemed like you had been crying. She felt terrible for you, although her biological mother was unresponsive and for all intents and purposes dead, at least she could watch all those videos and get to spend time with her avatar body in the pod.
“Hey…is y/n okay?” Lo’ak asked Kiri. She looked up from the top she was making for Neytiri since hers was starting to become worn out. She sighed and said “she’s a strong girl, she will make it through this”
“What is “this”? No matter who I ask, no one will tell me what is troubling her” he said and Kiri looked down. She sighed softly and whispered “y/n’s mom is dying. She has been for years, after her father died she couldn’t take care of herself and y/n and it started to make her sick, and then she got hurt while hunting once and it got infected. It’s been 3 years, and Mo’at said she doesn’t have much time. She cannot walk at all or even sit up anymore, she can barely talk, she can only drink her meals and she’s always sleeping. She’s all y/n has left, so it’s really hard on her”
“No…no, no the great mother would never do that to her,” Lo’ak said, shaking his head. Kiri bit her lip and said “I’m sorry Lo’ak. If there’s anybody who wishes different for her it’s me” “why hasn’t she told anyone?” He asked and Kiri wiped a tear away.
“She just doesn’t want anyone to pity her and force her into being with her mom all the time. It’s why she hasn’t hunted in so long, she wants to be there when she passes but it’ll kill her to truly watch her wither away so agonizingly” Kiri said softly, sniffling a little.
She felt so bad for you. She couldn’t imagine truly watching her mother die. “I-Is she okay? How is she doing? Do you think I should bring her some food or something?” He asked and Kiri chuckled.
“Why do you care so much, penis face? You got a crush?” She asked, trying to lighten the mood. Lo’ak shook his head and said “ugh, shut up Kiri” “oh my god, you do! You’ve got a crush on my best friend! Ew!” She said and laughed, making Lo’ak blush hard.
She kept nagging him until he finally said “fine, I like her! I really freaking like her!” “Oh my god, no way! Good luck trying to get her to fall in love with you!” She said and giggled. Lo’ak sighed and said “shut up! I see you drooling every time you even hear Ketu’s name!”
“She’s too pretty for you anyways! Penis face!” She said and Lo’ak blushed. He chuckled and said “Prettier than you!” She gasped and threw a vine she cut off from the top earlier at him. She shook her said “so what do you like about her?”
“Stop, Kiri” he said and groaned. She smiled and said “come on, tell me!” “I just…well I liked her smile at first. A-And I thought she was pretty” he said softly, fiddling with a bracelet you gifted him for his birthday.
“Anddd?” Kiri said, giggling. Lo’ak groaned and said “you’re so annoying” “ugh, whatever. Just don’t try to really go for her right now. She’s hurt, and she’s gonna need time to heal when she loses her mom. It would help if you were there to comfort her though, don’t you think?” Kiri said and he nodded.
What they didn’t know, was that you were coming to talk to Kiri just a few seconds after Lo’ak and heard the entire conversation. You blush slightly, dry tears from thinking about your mom staining your skin.
You rustled the leaves and then shook the flap of the tent to get their attention. “Hey, can I come in?” You asked, wiping your face to get rid of the evidence of tears.
You came in and sat between Lo’ak and Kiri, talking like everything was normal. You could see Lo’ak staring at you from the corner of your eye, and Kiri not so secretly mocking him.
You noticed Lo’ak trying to be around you more often, bringing you gifts and food. It made you fall for him even harder.
You had just gotten ready for your birthday celebration, you had gotten quite dressed up since you hadn’t gotten a chance to do that in a while and you wanted to feel beautiful tonight.
Your mother was getting worse and worse. You knew she had mere weeks, maybe even days left. You just wanted a distraction. It had been 3 months since you overheard Lo’ak talking to Kiri. Things had changed quite a bit.
2 weeks after that, he confessed that he’d been so kind because he knew about your mother. You cried softly as you thanked him for not judging you or treating you like glass. Sure he’d been bringing you gifts and sort of taking care of you, but he wasn’t actually treating you differently.
You confessed that you knew about Lo’ak’s feelings and even though he was terrified, he made sure you knew how he truly felt. “I…I-I really like you, y/n. I know we’re not the closest but I can’t stop thinking about you. You’re…you’re an amazing woman and any man in the clan would be lucky to have you, but I really want to be that man. O-Oel ngati kameie, y/n” he said and you instantly began to cry more.
You hugged him, crying into his chest softly. You ended up kissing him for the first time that night, promising yourself to him. He told you you didn’t have to, and that he knew you weren’t in the best place right now. You didn’t care, you knew then and there that Lo’ak was the one. Just for good measure, Atokirina made its way over to the two of you. Eventually, there were Atokirina lining up and down each other's arms to your joint hands, making him realize you were telling the truth.
Your relationship blossomed into something beautiful, trully. Neytiri and Jake loved you even more, you kept Lo’ak in line and made him really happy. Kiri pretended she was disgusted but she was glad you had someone to take care of you and love you and she trusted that her brother was the perfect person for you.
Now, you were celebrating your 20th birthday and you looked divine. Your hair was let down from the signature braids you usually wore, you had a few framing your face and forming a beautiful crown that eventually came together and was held by a beautiful blue flower. You made yourself a new top and loincloth, the top accentuating your breasts more than you thought and making Lo’ak drool over you all night. Your loincloth matched, with similar sage green stones you’d found by a river added across the covering and you even made matching waist beads and other jewelry. You really went all out this year.
Lo’ak thought you looked absolutely stunning. He truly believed Eywa had perfected you herself, he felt so lucky to be the man you wanted most.
You spent the morning flying your ikran with Lo’ak and the afternoon with your mother, she seemed to be getting stronger out of nowhere, she ate a little bit of your breakfast and even held a conversation with you for a bit. She was so proud of the woman you’d become, and loved the outfit you made for your birthday.
“What do you think, ma sa’nok?” You asked her, twirling to show the full outfit including your hair. She smiled and said “nífrakrr, lenrra, ‘itetsyìp” (as always, proud, little daughter). You smiled as well, sitting next to her and holding her hand. You kissed it softly and said “I wish you could be at the celebration tonight, mother”
“Don’t worry, my daughter. I want you to celebrate yourself, and your achievements tonight. Promise me you’ll tell me all about it in the morning, yes?” She said with a wink. You blushed softly, she was encouraging you to take it further with Lo’ak constantly. You shook your head and said “promise,”
Lo’ak came in and said “oel ngati kameie, Mäti” and gestured towards your mother. She smiled and said “za’u, ‘evengan” (come, boy). He sat on the other side of her, grabbing her hand softly. She sighed and said “make sure she has fun tonight”
“Nìlun,” (of course) Lo’ak promised. He looked at you and smiled as he said “you look very, beautiful, my love. Someone might steal you from me tonight” You blushed softly, thanking him. Of course he brought your mother some berries that his mother had left over from lunch as well as matching flowers to put in both of your hair.
You loved how much he cared for your mother. It made you feel lucky, and you know if something ever happened to you you had the best mate possible to comfort you. She eventually forced you out to go celebrate and smiled as she watched the two of you giggle as you ran out.
Mo’at was visiting everyone in the tents to check up on them. That’s when she realized it. “Mäti…I know you know why you feel better” she said and Mäti looked away. She sighed and said “No…no, no please please do whatever you have to do. I can’t do that to her. She is finally feeling happy with that boy, and it’s her birthday, Mo’at”
“It is not under our control. I’m so sorry, Mäti…..I tried, I really tried” Mo’at told her, holding her hand.
“Y/n!” Tuk said as she ran to you. You smiled and picked her up, twirling her around. You kissed her head and she giggled, playing with the new feathers you put in your hair. “You look so pretty!” She said and you thanked her.
“What a fine young woman in my tent, someone should claim her as theirs soon, don’t you think Ma Jake?” Neytiri said, shoving Lo’ak slightly. He rolled his eyes and you blushed softly, looking down. Jake winced at his mate’s bluntness. He chuckled and said “I see you have chosen a mate for Lo’ak”
He spoke cautiously, knowing she was getting annoyed with how long he had taken to find someone. Now all she wants is for the two of you to mate so you keep him in line and make him happy.
“You guys are so annoying. Tell her Happy Birthday” Lo’ak said, trying to stop from blushing and cursing his tail for giving away how excited he was thinking about the two of you mating. He wrapped it around your thigh, pulling you a little closer.
You spent some time with them, but as eclipse began it was time to begin the celebrations. You feasted and enjoyed delicious meat prepared by Jake and a few of the other men in the clan and some other dishes Neytiri and Mo’at made for you.
You danced for hours, sometimes with Lo’ak but then Kiri and Tuk wanted to steal you. Lo’ak smiled as he watched you. You looked gorgeous. And you were so goddamn happy. He wished he could stay in this moment forever.
“Lo’ak, come!” You said, grabbing his hand. You two had been dancing to this particular beat since you were kids. You were always friends, even if you weren’t best friends you still hung out solely with him every now and then before you began dating. Dancing to this beat was your very own special thing you had with each other.
You smiled as you both remembered the steps and everything. You could see his fangs as he grinned boyishly, his eyes lit up with love and adoration for you. Neytiri and Jake cheered you on, making you both laugh as you realized everyone was watching.
As soon as it was over, he pulled you into his arms and you sighed, resting your head on his chest. Neteyam wolf whistled making everyone laugh, well those who knew what it meant anyways.
“Look at you, skxawng” He said and shoved him jokingly. Lo’ak shook his head and said “shut up, you’re just jealous!” You giggled and said “stop it, Lo’ak. Enough bickering with your brother. Be nice. God, if this is how you and Neteyam are I wonder how our kids will behave”
You didn’t realize how big of a comment you’d made. Our kids. You wanted kids with him? You wanted him to father your children? He felt so lucky, so grateful. He recovered quickly, laughing about it and kissing your head.
Another hour or so and you two ran off so you could do something you’d done every year since you could remember. “Utral Aymokriyä?” Lo’ak asked and you chuckled. You nodded and said “I like to listen to my fathers voice every year…this year I’m also listening for grandmother and grandfather as well since my mother can’t come and listen herself”
“You’re so sweet” he said and caressed your cheek, pecking your lips softly. You chuckled and grabbed his hand, running over to the tree. You smiled and connected your kuru to the tree. You chuckled as you heard the voices of your ancestors, closing your eyes.
Lo’ak hugged you from behind, caressing your waist softly. “Do you ever come here?” You asked after you disconnected from the tree. Lo’ak shrugged and said “sometimes. It’s never been a big priority for me, although maybe it should seeing as it makes you so happy”
You shook your head and he grabbed his kuru, connecting it to the tree. He hummed, listening to the voices as he felt your tail caress his back. You kissed his shoulder, resting your head on his arm.
He disconnected and smiled down at you. You smiled, pulling away. You twirled through the glowing vines and ran your hands over them. “You’re so gorgeous…” he said as he watched you, making you stop and blush.
He walked over and said “I’m serious. You’re as perfect as it gets, y/n. Eywa really outdid herself creating you” You looked away, embarrassed. He loved everything about you, but if there was one thing he could change it would be your reluctance to accept his compliments.
“My love, I am serious. Eywa, you look incredible tonight. I can barely keep myself together on a regular day, tonight has just made me crazy for you” he said and cupped your cheeks, pressing your foreheads together. You felt something pressing against your lower stomach and you looked down, realizing it was him.
“Shit- I’m sorry,” he said and pulled away, turning around and clearing his throat. You hugged him from behind and said “don’t hide it from me…I want to know how I make you feel” “y/n…no, no we must wait” he said and took a deep breath as you started to touch him over his loincloth.
You kissed his arm and said “it’s my birthday, Lo’ak. Shouldn’t the birthday girl get what she wants?” “Y/n…” he said and cleared his throat. You moved so you were facing him, looking up at him as you were nearly a foot shorter.
He took a deep breath, his gaze dropping from your eyes to your plump lips, then your breasts. He quickly regained himself, looking you in the eye. You licked your lips, placing your hands on his chest. You bit your lip and said “please, Ma Lo’ak. I want you”
He cupped your cheeks and kissed you softly, gently placing a hand on your waist. You pulled away after a few moments, smiling at him. He tapped your thigh and you jumped up, wrapping your legs around his hips.
He bent down, laying you gently on the ground. “I want to be mated to you forever, Lo’ak” you said and he smiled. He tucked your hair behind your ear and kissed you again.
“Oel ngati kameie” he said against your lips. You smiled and flipped the two of you over, kissing down his neck as you caressed his biceps. He rested his hands on your hips and you smiled through the kiss.
You pulled away, panting softly. You pressed your forehead against his and said “Oel ngati kameie” Eywa, the way you said it nearly had him ruining his loincloth.
You reached back and grabbed your braid, bringing it forward. The pink tendrils twitching and searching for something to connect to. He took a deep breath and you could tell he was really nervous.
“We don’t have to…I’ll wait as long as I have to for you” you said and he blushed. Atokirina slowly surrounded you, seemingly dancing in the circle and a few others flew around the two of you. He nodded, trusting Eywa and especially trusting you.
He brought his braid forward and made tsaheylu with you, closing his eyes. You gasped, a small whimper coming out. You placed a hand on his chest, keeping yourself upright as you felt something…euphoric.
You could feel Lo’ak’s heartbeat, his breath. You sense how nervous yet excited he was. You could hear his thoughts as well. “Oh Eywa,” he whispered, opening his eyes. You breathed shakily as you gulped and opened your eyes.
He smiled up at you and you smiled back. You shook your head and said “I’m so in love with you,” “I know. I can feel it” he said and you teared up a little. You could too. You could feel how his heart swelled with adoration, him thinking about making you feel amazing and cuddling under the stars with you afterwards.
You slowly worked your top off, making his eyes widen. Sure he had accidentally seen them a few times as the tops the Omaticaya women wore weren’t exactly the best at actually covering them, but oh my god they were even better fully bare and up close.
“Y-Y/n…” he said, looking up at you. You smiled and said “yes…” “you’re so beautiful” he said softly, his eyes dropping to your breasts again. He kissed your left boob softly, trailing kisses towards the valley of your breasts and then your right boob.
You moaned a little as he kissed your nipple, threading a hand through his hair. “You’re beautiful, Lo’ak” you said and he whined as he suckled a hickey onto your boob.
“Baby…” he groaned, squeezing your hips slightly. You chuckled and kissed his head, removing your arm band. He was lost between your boobs, not a single thought going through his head besides you. You moaned softly when he suckled directly on your nipple, kitten licking it and making you moan even more.
When he was done you were already a mess, loincloth nearly soaked, flushed cheeks, panting a little. He smirked and untied his loincloth, revealing a third leg. You didn’t think he’d be that big. Sure you’d caught glimpses here and there of him but he was still covered by the loincloth.
And sure, he seemed like he was packing decently but this was crazy. He was really thick too, you could probably get your entire hand around him but barely. You gasped when it bobbed and right under your breasts, your eyes widened and he chuckled at your reaction.
“What’s wrong?” He asked knowingly. You looked at him and then back at his cock, unable to keep your eyes off of it. It was pretty, just like him. “I-It…you’re too big, Lo’ak, th-there's no way that’s going to fit” you said and he chuckled.
He kissed you softly and said “we’ll make it fit. Promise. Last thing I want to do is hurt you” You nodded and he smiled and caressed your cheek. His tail slowly wrapped itself around your thigh making you blush a little.
He helped you remove your loincloth but stopped you from taking off your waist beads, Eywa they just accentuate your figure so nicely. He kissed you softly and slowly trailed his hand down to your pussy gathering your slick and teasing a finger at your entrance.
You bit your lip and sighed shakily, moaning softly when he massaged your clit with his thumb. You whimpered, clenching as you ached to be full. “Lo’ak…I need more,” you pleaded, pawing at his chest.
He squeezed your thigh with his other hand and slipped a finger in, slowly thrusting it and seeing how it made you feel. You breathed shakily, leaning down to kiss him. “More,” you whispered against his lips and his cock twitched, you drove him fucking crazy.
“Baby…” he said and you whimpered. He slipped another finger in and warmth blossomed between your legs as you gushed around him with need. He smiled and thrusted his fingers a few times before curling them to find your g spot.
When he could feel the intensified pleasure through tsaheylu and your gasp accompanied with a loud moan, he knew he had found it. “Oh…oh Eywa,” you moaned, placing a hand on his chest and pressing down slightly as he worked you to an orgasm as fast as he could.
“Feels good?” He asked, he could already feel it through tsaheylu but he wanted to hear it from you. You whimpered and nodded, gasping softly as he went faster. You buried your head into his chest, your cunt clenching as you rocked your hips slightly against his skillful fingers.
“Can feel you squeezin my fingers. That good, princess?” He asked and you took a deep breath as you started to feel that tingly feeling in your lower belly. “Lo’ak!” You moaned when he started rubbing your clit harder.
You looked so beautiful above him, pussy clenching around his fingers. Moaning his name. It did something to him, and made him go crazy. You whimpered as he abused your most sensitive spots, already bringing you to an orgasm faster than you ever have yourself and it’s only the first time.
“Lo’ak, ohh it feels so good!” You moaned and he smiled. He lifted your head and kissed you, your legs beginning to shake. You whimpered and pulled away, moans filling the surrounding forest around you as your breath became heavy and fast.
Tears filled your eyes as you said “I’m cumming- I- I- ahh!” You came harder than you ever have before, barely able to hold yourself up anymore. Lo’ak smiled as you started to squirt, your eyes shut hard and your jaw dropping.
“Yes, my love… just like that, you look so beautiful” he said and you whimpered, gasping at it only seemed to get more and more intense. “Ohh! Lo’ak, baby…” you moaned, resting your head in the crook of his neck.
He rubbed your back softly and said “you okay, sweetheart?” You just moaned in response as you felt him slip his fingers out. He chuckled and popped them in his mouth, sighing happily through his nose as he tasted your sweet slick.
You whimpered and sat up, hovering right over his dick before he stopped you. “Hey, hey are you sure? You just- y-you just c-came kinda hard- a-at least I think you did- maybe you should take a second,” he said and you chuckled.
“You made me feel things I have never felt before, Lo’ak. That is why I want to try and do the same for you. Do you not want this?” You said and he took a deep breath. Through tsaheylu, you knew he wanted it but something else was bothering him, you couldn’t quite tell.
“I don’t know I’m…I’m scared” he said and you sighed. You sat on his upper thighs as you cupped his cheeks and said “we are already together for life now, we do not have to make love tonight”
“No- n-no it’s- we will” he said and sat up, trying to force you up so he could slip it in. You stopped him, holding yourself down as you said “hey- hey! Why are you scared?” “I’m not anymore. You are my mate…for life, y/n. Eywa has shown us that we are meant for each other, there is no reason to be scared” he said and you smiled.
You caressed his cheek and slowly lifted your hips up, allowing him to line himself up at the entrance. “Go slow…don’t hurt yourself” he said and you nodded. You slowly sunk down on the tip, gasping softly as your pussy clenched. You already felt so full and not even ⅓ of his dick was in yet.
He was going to ask if it hurt but he could feel through tsaheylu that it was actually quite the opposite. He chuckled, going to kiss you but being hit with an amazing feeling as you clenched around him. “O-Ohh…” he said, his hands on your waist tightening as his cock twitched.
“Can- c-can I do more?” You asked and he nodded. You took a deep breath and sunk down more, a moan escaping your lips. He groaned and said “shit…” “Eywa, you’re huge” you said, almost all the way but it was getting to be too much so you stopped again.
He smirked and you rolled your eyes, clenching around him. His eyes widened and he let out a loud moan, squeezing your waist hard. You lifted yourself up and sunk all the way down, his balls pressing up against your ass.
He grunted and you breathed shakily, you were overwhelmed by how full you were, and feeling Lo’ak’s pleasure too just heightened it even more. “You’re…you’re incredible” he said, chuckling.
You kissed him softly, slowly beginning to make out. You lifted yourself up and sunk back down, making him break the kiss. He pressed his forehead to yours, grunting softly. “Feel so full…full of you” you whimpered, placing a hand on his upper chest.
He kissed you quickly, you then started to go faster and none of you could hold back your moans. He cupped your cheek and caressed it softly, trailing his hand down to your clit and rubbing it softly. You gasped, a shaky moan coming out.
You didn’t think he’d know where it was, you’d heard other women in the clan talk about their mating stories and assumed you’d have to teach him basically everything. “Ahh! Lo’ak, oh god!” You moaned and he chuckled.
“How’s that feel?” He asked just to hear you say he was making you feel good and you moaned his name again. He grabbed your ass with his other hand, squeezing it softly. You couldn’t help your moans and groans of pleasure, bouncing feverishly on his cock. He grunted out your name, his cock throbbing as your tight pussy squeezed his dick perfectly.
He wrapped his arms around you, thrusting up into you and making you practically scream out of pleasure, the knot in your lower stomach getting tighter and tighter. You pussy was clenching hard as you tried to hold back, not wanting this to end.
“Fuck…” Lo’ak whispered, grunting as his balls begin to tighten up and his dick twitched. He moaned softly and said “shit- you feel so fucking good!” You smiled and went as fast as you could, tits bouncing in his face like crazy and pussy squeezing his dick so perfectly he could cum right then and there.
You groaned softly and said “uhh! Lo, I’m so close!” “Me too baby…just keep riding me j- uhh- fuck! just like that!” He said and you whimpered. He slapped your ass softly and it only made you closer to cumming.
Your breathing started to pick up and you squeezed around his dick hard as you moaned loud with not a care in the world. “Lo’ak! Oh my- ahh! Ahhh!” You moaned, your nails digging into his skin. He moaned at the pain, squeezing your ass as he felt his cock throb with the need to cum.
He grunted and said “I feel you baby! Come on, cum for me babygirl!” “Mmm! Uhhh! Lo’ak- I’m gonna cum- oh fuck! Ahh!” You moaned and finally released, squirting again and clenching so hard Lo’ak was struggling to hold back.
“Babe! Babe I’m cumming- no- no fuckfuckfuck- ughh!” He groaned, grabbing your hips hard enough to leave bruises as he came hard inside of you. He grunted as his cock throbbed and twitched like crazy, pumping cum endlessly into your tight little pussy.
“Shit!” He said and whined, it was borderline painful as both of your orgasms had yet to die down. When you were finally done, both of you were light headed and you were practically passed out, laying on his chest limply with him still inside you.
“I’m sorry…” he said softly, trying to catch his breath. You whimpered, pussy still twitching slightly as you said “for what?” “F- For finishing inside. I-I tried so hard not to I kept meaning to ask but I…well I kinda forgot” he said and you chuckled. He caressed his ribs as you said “it is okay, Lo’ak. I am not upset. You are my mate for life now, and if Eywa blesses us with a child now it is because it is right for us to start our family now. If not, that is also okay as well”
“You want kids already?” He asked, eyes widening. You chuckled, hearing his mind race and feeling his heartbeat quicken through tsaheylu as you said “I didn’t say that. I do not want to specifically start trying to have children just yet but if I happen to become with child I would trust that Eywa knows what’s good for us. I trust you, Lo’ak. I trust that everything will always be okay with you and that we will always figure it out…together”
“You’re so perfect” he said, looking at your lips. You smiled and cupped his cheek, kissing him passionately. He moaned a little at the unexpected surprise of being kissed so fast and so hard.
He quickly reacted though, kissing you back feverishly. You ran your hands over his chest, feeling the hard muscle that only strengthened day by day. He kept kissing you until eventually you started grinding against him, making him wince from overstimulation and sensitivity from the orgasm.
“Ah- babe I’m gonna need a minute” he said and you sighed. You lifted up off him slowly and laid on the soft moss next to him. He noticed you squeezing your thighs together and smirked. He bit his lip and said “just can’t get enough, can you?”
He made sweet love to you a few more times, his only goal to make you feel good. You fell asleep in his arms, watching the stars as he rubbed your back and played with the clothing pieces he put back on you. He felt so grateful that night, grateful for you.
The next morning, you two disconnected regretfully and you felt empty. You liked how you felt when you were connected to Lo’ak, it made your love for him grow even more. He brought you to a nearby river to rinse off, massaging your sore thighs and back.
Of course he smirked to himself when you were slightly shaky while walking, making you roll your eyes and shove him playfully. He found some berries and you both walked the long way back to the forest and ate some berries before the big breakfast with the clan.
When you got to the tents, everyone looked sorry and upset. You were confused until Kiri came running to you. “Y/n! Where have you been?!” Kiri said and your eyes widened, she looked like she’d been crying.
“I- I was at-” you started to say and she rolled her eyes. She grabbed your hand and said “it- i-it doesn’t matter you have to come with me” You could immediately tell by the way she was talking and how sad everyone was what was happening, or had already happened.
“No…no Kiri, don’t…she- she was- she was fine last night- I-I don’t understand” you said and she whimpered. Lo’ak felt his heart drop, this could not be. Kiri’s lip trembled as she said “I-I know…I know, b-but she doesn’t have much time”
You’d never ran so fast in your life, still holding Lo’ak’s hand because you didn’t want to be alone. You let go as you got closer to the tent and Lo’ak stopped following you. Kiri caught up and Lo’ak looked at with tears in his eyes.
“What’s wrong brother? Is she…” Kiri asked and Lo’ak shook his head. He sniffled and said “I- I-I don’t know I…Eywa, I can’t go in there” “what are you talking about? She needs you right now” Kiri said and Lo’ak let out a sob.
He groaned and said “it’s my fault. She should’ve been here, with her sick mother but instead we…” “no…ugh, you skxawng! Seriously?!” She said and smacked him lightly on the back of his head. He shook his head and said “do you think if I knew this was gonna happen now I would’ve still done the same things? She wanted to go to Utral Aymokriyä to listen to her dads and her grandparents' voices and then it just…happened. We are mated before Eywa now, it is done”
Kiri scoffed and said “that is why she wasn’t with her mom on her last night? Because you needed somewhere you put your stupid dick” “no! Fuck, Kiri it wasn’t like that. I love her! I love her, Kiri. I wasn’t planning to mate with her it just happened, okay? And I feel like the worst mate ever now because of it” he said and took a shaky breath.
Mo’at came out of the tent and said “Lo’ak! Get in here, now!” He wiped his tears away and Kiri shoved him closer making him groan. He slowly entered the tent and his heart broke as he watched you sob, holding your mothers hand as she struggled to keep her eyes open.
You were mumbling prayers through your sobs, not ready to let her go yet. He instantly began to cry harder, bending down to your level. “Oel ngati kameie” he said softly as he pulled up the thin blanket covering your mother’s body.
“Oel ngati kameie” she whispered, reaching for him. He quickly reached and grabbed her hand, caressing it softly and kissing it. “I want you to take care of her, okay? And I want you to be her mate. Please? I only trust you to take care of my daughter” she said and he nodded.
“H-He is, sa’nok. We ar- a-are mated before E-Eywa” you said, sniffling. Her eyes widened slightly as she smiled. She looked between you two and said “What? When?”
“Last night,” you said bashfully, taking a deep breath. She squeezed your hands slightly and said “oh, you have no idea h-how happy that makes me” Lo’ak smiled a little, brushing her braids out of her face.
Mäti groaned, pain surging through her body. She closed her eyes for a moment, making you scream as you feared you just lost her for good. She whimpered and said “I’m still here, maite. I will always be with you, you know that”
Her voice was weak and hoarse now and she was struggling more to talk. You shook your head and said “no, no I- I can’t live without you” “it is okay…i-it is okay, syulang” Mäti said, trying to calm you down.
She grunted, struggling to breathe. “I see you, sweet child” she whispered, wheezing slightly. Her breaths became shorter and faster, trying her hardest to stay alive. You whined as you said “no! Ma sa’nok!”
You were so scared, you didn’t know how to live without her. Her eyes began to flutter, you all knew this was it. “Mommy…” you whimpered, shaking your head as you begged the Great Mother to bless her with health and life again.
“Y/n…nga yawne lu oer” she said before she stopped breathing, her eyes dilating and her hands falling limply as her head lolled to the side. You gasped, your whole body shaking as you realized what just happened.
You shook your head, more sobs racking your body. “Ma sa’nok! No! No Great Mother- No! Wake up, please!” You screamed, shaking her body trying to get her to wake up.
“Y/n….” Lo’ak said and placed a hand on your back. You shoved him off and cupped your mothers face in your hands, trying to find life in her eyes again. You shook your head and screamed in agony, wailing as you felt the pain of the loss of your mother in your chest.
Lo’ak began to sob as well, he was so angry at himself, and heartbroken at the loss of what felt like a second mom. You pressed your forehead to hers, whimpering and crying harder than you ever have before.
“I’m so sorry, y/n” he said and you ignored him. You grabbed your mothers hand and said “wake up, mom. Mom…mom please! Mommy, wake up!” You cried and cried, unable to even think about calming down. Losing your dad and barely having any memories of him is hard on you, but now having had your mother take care of you, love you your entire life and for her to just suddenly no longer be here for the rest of your life is even harder.
He tried to touch you again and you shoved him, standing up. You shook your head and said “go away!” “W-What…” he said and you groaned. He stood up as well as you said “get away from me!”
He tried to touch again and you yelled out at him, shoving him so hard he nearly fell back. He shook his head and said “y/n-” “no, this is your fault! Your fault! I should’ve been here. M-My mother…oh Eywa, my mother i-is gone and I wasn’t with her on her last night alive. Ever since you came into the picture I’ve spent too much time with you. She needed me!” You said and scoffed.
His chin trembled as you bent down to your mothers lifeless body, sobbing as you pushed her eyelids down. He whimpered as he left the tent, punching the shit out of the nearest tree. Mo’at went in and tried to comfort you but it didn’t work for her either.
Kiri ran to Lo’ak and said “hey! What happened?” “Sh- fuck- s-she’s gone. M-Mäti is gone. A-And y/n is mad at me. Sh- S-She probably regrets what we did last night and I-I don’t blame her. She told me to go away b-because she’s upset that she was w-with me instead of being with Mäti on her final night a-and that because of me she’s been spending less time w- with her and too much with me. The worst part is, she’s f-fucking right!” Lo’ak yelled and sobbed, wiping his tears away.
Kiri shook her head and said “no sh- she didn’t…she’s just upset Lo’ak” Kiri was crying as well, Mäti also took care of her a lot when she was younger, you and her even considered yourself sisters because of how big of an impact you had on each others lives.
“No…no I’m the reason she wasn’t there. She will never get that time back. B-Because of me! And now she’s stuck with me forever!” He said and groaned, punching the tree again. Kiri stopped him, he already had some splinters so instead of letting him get an infection like Mäti that would kill him she brought him to her tent and began to take care of him.
Mo’at came in and didn’t even have the mental energy to scold him for hurting himself. She couldn’t help but think about her mother, she died similarly and it brought up a lot of old feelings. Not to mention, Mäti literally delivered Neytiri when Eytukan was rushing back from a hunting trip far away. They were great friends. She knew what you were going through better than she would’ve liked to.
“Y/n is experiencing the worst thing she’s ever gone through in her entire life. She’s upset and her mind is so messed up she doesn’t know left from right. She’s angry and she’s heartbroken and she wants to be comforted but she does not want to let anyone in either. You are her mate, Lo’ak. You’re going to have to learn these things about her and you’re going to have to learn how to take care of her when she’s in this state. She still loves you very much, I’m sure of it” Mo’at said to him and finished wrapping his hand in a leaf that’s healing properties would heal his hand in about 3-4 eclipses.
He nodded, tears still rolling down his face. “Now, go. She was asking for you” Mo’at said and practically pushed him all the way out. He slowly made his way back to the healing tent your mother had been living in for months.
You were still crying, not sobbing as much but you were still whimpering and hiccuping every now then. You looked over at him and stood up, gently putting your moms hand down on the mat. You walked over to him and your chin trembled as you looked up at him.
“I see you” he whispered, even if you were still mad at him he didn’t care. He saw you, he saw your pain, he saw how weak and vulnerable you were right now and he was ready to heal your emotional wounds no matter how hard it would be.
You sniffled and said “I see you, Lo’ak. I’m s-sorry about what I said earlier. It isn’t your fault. N-Not at all, you were…I actually liked having you there. I trusted you, and you showed me love and support and care when I really needed it. I could never regret the time we’ve spent together, and I surely can’t regret last night. Even if this is the worst day of my life, last night was the best. Because of you”
“You don’t have to apologize. I’ll always love you. And I’ll never be mad at you, I couldn’t possibly. You’re grieving, and you’re going through something unimaginably painful. Of course you're gonna have reactions you don’t mean to have. I'm here to take every harsh word, every shove, every cry, and also every smile, every laugh, and every hug with nothing but love and a smile. I only want to make you happy again” Lo’ak said, caressing your cheeks.
You nodded and whispered a shaky “thank you” He kissed your head and wiped your tears from under your puffy eyes, wrapping his arms tight around you. You cried softly into his chest, holding him tight. “Hey, hey it’s okay. I’m here, I’m here my love” he said, noticing how you seemed to be desperately holding onto him like he was going to leave or something.
You whimpered and said “I just…oh Eywa I’m scared somethings gonna h-happen to you” “I’m not going anywhere. I promise. I’m here with you, forever” he said and kissed your head a few times, rubbing your back.
Kiri came in and her heart broke as she saw Mäti lay there lifeless, not receiving the usual smile and seeing her lift her arms weakly to hug her. You looked up and Kiri sniffled, looking over at you. “I’m so sorry, y/n” she said and you bit your lip.
You hugged her and said “she really loved you, tsumke” “she loved you even more. Talked about you like you hung the moon and stars yourself” Kiri said and you both giggled. Lo’ak walked over and gently grabbed Mäti’s hand.
“I’m gonna take care of her. I promise. I’m gonna make her the happiest girl in the clan. Thank you for creating such a wonderful young woman that I now get to cherish for the rest of my life. I don’t deserve it, really. Rest in peace, Mäti” he said and caressed her hand, wiping away his tears.
1 year later
“Good morning, honey” he said softly, brushing your braids out of your face. You took a deep breath and mumbled “hi, baby” and stretched adorably, clinging to him after. He chuckled and kissed your head.
“I brought breakfast,” he said. It was some fish and some berries and a juiced fruit in a bowl. You smiled and kissed his cheeks, making him laugh. You heard Lawnol fussing a little and sighed, sitting up.
Lawnoltsim, or Lawnol as you called her, was your 3 month old baby girl. It’s not uncommon for a female to become pregnant the night she mates, and that is what happened to you. You realized your symptoms a few weeks after the loss of your mother and when Mo’at confirmed it felt like a weight had been lifted off your shoulders.
You were excited to be a mother, and when Mo’at suspected it was a girl it only excited you more. Lo’ak was worried initially, he felt terrible for getting you pregnant and for putting through this at such a stressful time in your life. He was surprised to see how happy the pregnancy made you, even with all the pain you couldn’t help the joy you felt when you thought about your daughter or felt her kick.
He wanted to name her Lawnoltsim because it meant “a great source of joy”, and that’s what she was. She brought so much happiness during the hardest time of your life. She was nothing short of perfection to you.
You scooped her up out of the sleeping basket Neytiri weaved together for you a few weeks before your daughter was born and held her to your chest, kissing her head and caressing her little back. She cooed and Lo’ak smiled, he always fell in love with you more and more watching you be a mother to the daughter you made together.
“Hi, baby…oh you’re so beautiful,” you said and kissed her nose. She smiled up at you and played with your braids, babbling something. He wrapped his arms around your waist and said “my princesses. So gorgeous”
You giggled and kissed her cheek a few times, fixing her hair so it wasn’t so messy. You spent the morning with the two of them like you have every day since Lawnol was born, playing with her and singing to her and then breastfeeding her for a bit before having your breakfast.
He was worried about today, it was the 1 year anniversary of your mothers death.
Neytiri asked to spend the day with her grandbaby which you gladly agreed to, her and Jake had been really good about watching her when you and Lo’ak needed and never passed up an opportunity to spend time with their first granddaughter.
You went off to go hunting for a bit with some other warriors and Lo’ak began to worry more. You hadn’t acknowledged it all. He couldn’t help but think about how heartbroken you were that morning, how hard it was for you to leave the tent and bury her.
When you got back, you checked on Lawnol and then helped Mo’at make lunch. Lo’ak kept an eye on you, always lingering around. Of course he spent time with you throughout the day regularly as he was your mate and he was literally obsessed with you. But you knew why he was especially lingering today.
You knew well what day it was. You did take some time already to yourself to walk through the forest and process your thoughts, cried a little bit just thinking about everything. You didn’t want to turn today into a day of sadness. You just wanted to think about all the happy memories with your mother. All the good times, how happy she made you, what an amazing mother she was. You hoped to be that for Lawnol.
“Hey, honey” you said as you came into the tent, it was nearing eclipse. He was re-stringing his bow but had just finished when you came in. He smiled at you and said “hi…how are you?” You kissed him softly and said “I’m good”
He took a deep breath, you knew he didn’t believe you. You sat down in front of him and said “I know you don’t believe me. But I promise I am. I know today is one year since I lost my mother and I should be really sad about that but I am not. I…I do not want to be sad. I just simply want to celebrate the happy times I had with her, and what an amazing mother she was and how she impacted the clan and everyone else’s lives. I miss her greatly, but moping around and crying about it isn’t going to bring her back”
“I’m just worried for you. It was hard watching you go through that” he said, caressing your cheek. You smiled and he sighed softly, admiring your features. He couldn’t help himself sometimes. You grabbed his hand and said “I do appreciate it, you know. I was just about to go to the tree of voices to hear her voice. Do you want to come with me?”
You hadn’t gone yesterday because it was your birthday and you didn’t want to be sad. You wanted to wait until today instead. He nodded and stood up, following you. You walked quietly, tail swishing gently as you held Lo’ak’s hand.
You walked up to the tree, closing your eyes and taking a deep breath. You took a deep breath and connected your kuru to the tree, gasping slightly as you heard your mothers voice. Lo’ak hugged you from behind gently, bring his own kuru to the tree and listening to his ancestors voices.
You felt a tear slip down your face and you sighed. You whimpered slightly and Lo’ak disconnected from the tree, kissing your head and moving his arm up to sip the tears away. He caressed your waist as he said “it’s okay, baby. Just cry it out if you need to”
“I miss her, Lo…” you whispered. He rested his chin ontop of your head and said “I know, syulang. I miss her too” “she loved you so much. You have no idea, Lo’ak. She was so obsessed, she was always asking about you. She knew you were it for me. My mate” you said and smiled.
He chuckled and said “I know. Everytime she could get me alone she swore that it was the perfect time to mate before Eywa forever. And she…” He stopped because he began to tear up and his throat felt tight.
“What?” You asked, disconnecting from the tree and turning around to look at him. He cleared his throat and said “s-she trusted me to- t-to take care of you. Do you remember? W-When I came to the tent s-she made me promise…p-promise that I would take care of you, a-and she said she only trusted me to be y-your mate”
“Oh, Lo’ak,” you said and cupped his cheeks. He cried softly as he looked at you, wondering if he really had been fulfilling Mäti’s final wishes like he tried to. As if you could hear his thoughts, you said “you have. You have done an amazing job at protecting me, loving me, caring for me, and you’ve done the same for our daughter”
“I try…” he joked, sighing softly. You smiled and said “I see you, my mate” “I see you” he whispered back, pressing his forehead to yours. You both took a deep breath, embracing each other and falling even more in love with each other with every second that passes.
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Warning spoilers for the next episode under the cut and also: me transcribing this scene that made me yell.
Mute the “ftwd spoiler tag” or scroll past this if you don’t want to see all this of want to watch the episodes.
Hope my fave gif makers will share asap cause I am not as talented as you guys are. With subtitles and raw preferably.
Scene 1: why Troy so desperately wants a safe place
“It’s your kid.”
“Why’d you think we wanted Padre?”
“Why didn’t you tell us what you wanted instead of trying to take it?”
“Oh, so you could take my daughter from me too?”
“I didn’t take anyone from you!”
“That’s not true.” Troy shakes his head, “her mother’s dead because of you.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“I don’t have time for this Madison!”
Scene 2: Troy vs Madison: Troy’s revelation
“Who did you think I took from you?”
”The woman who rescued me from the dam. The woman who gave me a second chance. ” Troy struggles and pleadingly begs Madison through strenuous grunts, “Please, I need to find my girl.”
“No! Now you’re gonna know what it feels like wondering where your kid is!”
“Mine could still be alive.”
So Troy was rescued at the Dam!!! That’s where he met his lady. So for 12-13 years he had someone and then Madison killed her. It strikes me as odd that she doesn’t remember it though. Anyway these two wandered around together for years. Had something. Fell in love. WHO IS THIS LUCKY LADY? But also, she tended to his wound? She likely knew about Troy’s past too and Troy admits in his moment of vulnerability and love for someone that she gave him a 2nd chance and now he only has their daughter, Tracy. So I wonder did Troy turn ‘evil’ as the show is trying to portray or were he and his lady just in tune with each other and she was equally a ruthless badass as him.
I personally prefer for the 2nd to be true, yeah he had growth, but also Troy is MADE for the apocalypse. He admits in this same episode that he (and Nick) “were better suited in this world than the last one”. I need more. I need a Troy Otto spinoff where we have this 12-13 year gap filled and if not, my ASS will be writing something in relation to my Troy Otto series I’m writing, which will follow canon S3 up until S8.
#ftwd spoilers#troy otto#daniel sharman#fear the walking dead#Will they show her? A flashback? I have zero hope seeing the lack of time and episodes#But hey a girl can dream and write fanfic to satisfy her needs#val's thoughts
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FLASH || JUNG WOOYOUNG
Genre: Angst, Fluff
Pairing: Wooyoung x fem reader
Word Count: 2.6k
Warnings/tags: Hospital patients Wooyoung and reader, inexperienced reader, mentions of sex, mentions of death, illness (cancer), major character death, Yunho is Y/N's favourite nurse, kinda friends to lovers, tell me if I forgot anything
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ENJOY!
It all had gone by in a flash, your life. You wished you had appreciated it more. Maybe if you had, you wouldn't feel so desperate to get out of his hospital bed to make memories.
You sighed deeply. 'Did I deserve this?' you frequently asked yourself. You weren't a bad person, you were sure of that. But how could you accept that your breasts were the cause of all this mess.
"Good morning, Y/N, I see you're up already!"
The cheerful nurse Yunho never failed to make you smile, at least a little. "Yeah, I am, stupid birds won't stop chirping."
"Oh come on, it's spring, it's a good thing, a happy thing, right?" Yunho said, petting your head as he examined your stats.
"You have an appointment with dr. Nakamura at 3 to talk about your treatment right?" Yunho asked as he said next to your bed.
You had been here for a while, trying to treat the cancer with chemo, but nothing worked. Now, there was a big chance your breasts had to be amputated. It killed you. You don't know why you cared so much, but they were your breasts.
Heck, no one had even touched them yet, and they were taken away from you. Who would touch you now? Ever? Kiss you? You sighed.
"Yep, gonna have a man tell me my boobies will have to fly out the window," you said as you played with the bracelet on your wrist. Never give up, it said.
A bracelet your friend had made for you, before she passed away during her brain surgery. You missed her.
"Fly out the window? That'll be a bizarre and kind of nasty thing to see. Imagine you're walking out in the garden and suddenly there's a breast."
You couldn't help but laugh. Yunho always made you laugh.
.
.
Back in your room, you laid in your bed again, while your mother hung up some pictures of you and your friends on the board behind you, after you complained about the white hospital walls.
"Look, this is better isn't it?" your mother said as she was finished with the decorations. You gave her a weak smile, appreciating the help. But you didn't have the energy to give her a real one.
She kissed the top of your head and took her bag. "I'll have to go now, pick up your brother from his training, and cook...," she sighed. You knew she hated leaving you alone.
"I'm a grown up mom, I'll be fine, go home," you said as you kissed her cheek. You said your goodbyes and sighed deeply when the door closed, only for it to open again in a matter of seconds.
"What's a girl gotta do to get a little rest and quiet in here?" you sighed.
"Well, aren't you a sunshine."
An unfamiliar voice and it's laughter filled the emptyness of the room. You looked up, and your eyes were met by a lively boy, probably around your age.
His dark hair was parted in the middle, he had warm brown eyes that twinkled as he laughed and the fullest pink lips you'd ever seen on a guy.
He was pretty.
"Y/N, meet your new roommate, Jung Wooyoung," his nurse said.
"A roommate?" You were a bit confused.
"We figured you could use one," Yunho said as he appeared leaning against the doorframe, "now you won't have to feel lonely."
.
.
"So what's up with you?" Wooyoung asked one morning. It was the end of April, a time you used to love, but now all you could do was lay in your bed and stare out of the window.
You moved your head to look at Wooyoung, who was on the right side of the room, checking the photo's he made today on his camera. He loved taking pictures of everyone, he even took a few of you. He even joked that you were his muse.
"What's up with me?" you asked, unsure if he meant your mood or your illness.
"Why are you in here? I've been here for three days and I hadn't asked yet," Wooyoung answered, placing his Nintendo on the foot of his bed, paying his attention to you.
"Breast cancer," you admitted, "I have had a few chemo's but they did zero so they're removing both tomorrow."
Wooyoung's expression saddened. "I'm sorry, you must feel horrible right now."
You nodded, saying nothing more. You'd fall apart if you talked more about yourself. It was already hard to share it with your therapist.
"Why are you here?" you finally asked.
"Bladder cancer, and it has probably spread by now," he said, quite bluntly. "Spread? Where to?" you asked curiously. "They're not sure, but they're gonna run tests and examine me to see where it is now. I was declared clean a few months back but... you know, suddenly it's back and it's growing everywhere."
The two of you were silent for a while. "I'm sorry, Wooyoung, I hope you can get better," you said, truly meaning it.
"I don't think I will... thanks, though," he smiled.
.
.
A roommate sounded fun and you appreciated the company. But you didn't know Wooyoung would be this extremely loud kid.
You started to care about him, really, he was endearing and you had fun together, running through the halls, playing pranks on nurses (mostly Yunho) and sharing lifestories.
Tonight was a rather hot night. While it was only May it felt like a hot August night, but you refused to wear anything other than the big old sweater that was actually your brothers'.
Wooyoung and you were sat on your bed, just finished playing the card game Wooyoung taught you. You won from him already four times and he was over it.
"Aren't you hot?" Wooyoung asked as he ran his hands through his hair. Not as hot as that was. This is the first time you noticed your libido rising again in months. You didn't want to admit it was because of Wooyoung though.
"Of course I am."
"Then why do you have that sweater on?"
You rolled your eyes. You figured it was obvious why. "Because I have no boobs, Wooyoung," you sighed.
Wooyoung said nothing for a little while, understanding your struggle now. "That wouldn't bother me though, I'm an ass man." You couldn't help but laugh at that. "Good to know."
"You have a pretty nice ass."
You gasped. "You've looked?" Wooyoung laughed loudly, getting a glare from the cleaner in the hall. "Of course I looked, I'm a man, I have needs. I nearly wanted to photograph it."
"You have needs?" you laughed. "Hey I have a penis, I jerk off, I've had sex!"
"What's that like?" you asked, wondering. "Sex? You haven't...?"
You shook your head. "No I haven't had sex yet. I haven't even had my first kiss yet. No one wants to kiss the freak with cancer you know."
"Tell me about it," he sighed, "I haven't gotten laid in two years. Look, I had sex three times but I'm not bad! It's not like I'll give you cancer if I fuck you, that's not how it works," Wooyoung complained.
You grabbed the playing cards and put them back in their case, throwing them on the table on the other side of the room.
"Nice shot."
"Thanks."
A few hours later the two of you laid in bed, both unable to sleep. You shifted in your bed, being uncomfortable in the way too hot green sweater. Finally you gave in and took it off, leaving you in the striped tanktop you wore under it.
"Y/N?" you heard Wooyoung's voice call out. You felt caught. "Yeah?"
"I can give you your first kiss if you want? It doesn't have to mean anything. But who's a better match for a cancer kid than another cancer kid?" Wooyoung grinned.
You thought for a moment. "It's not a bad idea," you decided. Wooyoung wanted to get up, but you saw him struggling. He must be in pain, you thought.
You quickly got up and sat on his bed. You swallowed thickly, feeling nervous and exposed. He smiled softly as he saw your sweater off. "You look just as beautiful as you did before," he admitted.
His fingers brushed against your cheek and the arm around his waist pulled you closer. Softly, he placed his lips on yours. You felt electricity in your entire body, butterflies mixing with anxiety.
Your shaky lips moved against Wooyoung's plumper, certain ones. He took the lead, holding you, calming you down.
You kissed until you practically couldn't anymore, falling asleep in his arms.
.
.
Almost every night, over the past weeks, Wooyoung and you hung out together in bed, becoming best friends. Who kiss, apparently.
But tonight you noticed Wooyoung felt different, but you thought it may just be because of his conversation with his doctor earlier today, as he found out his cancer definitely was spreading, mostly to his lymph nodes.
The two of you went to bed earlier, falling asleep soon enough. But in the middle of the night you were awakened by Wooyoung's cries and whines, and you shot up immediately.
You saw Wooyoung's screaming face, wet from his tears. Your eyes widened when you saw blood and something that definitely smelled like urine. The nurses and his father were trying to calm him down, but Wooyoung seemed to be losing it completely.
Before you could get out of bed, they took him away, to God knows where. You stared at the spots of blood and urine on the floor. He must've lost control of his bladder by now. A cleaner soon came to clean the room, and you pretended to be asleep, while you couldn't even close your eyes for a few seconds.
.
.
Wooyoung returned the next day, he had been in surgery because the doctors had found internal bleeding, and they had to bring in a catheter.
He wasn't much like the usual bright Wooyoung, he was brooding, staring at the ceiling.
"Hey, Woo," you said as you got up from your bed and sat on his, nearly sitting on the line of his catheter.
"Hi," he said, looking away, he could barely look at you.
"I know you feel embarrassed..., but it's okay, there's no need to."
"I peed myself because I couldn't hold it in and... well, I'm gonna die."
You caressed his hair. "Wooyoung..."
You wanted to console him and hold him and tell him it was nonsense. But it's not nonsense and you both knew it. His cancer spread easily, as the doctors said it and there wasn't much they could do.
"You can't," you said, tearing up, "there's so much we still need to do. I need more, I need you to teach me more... and then do it a lot of times."
"You might wanna search for another cancer kid to give you dick," he tried to joke, but he couldn't laugh.
You just laid in bed together, knowing you had fallen in love but it could never happen. He wasn't gonna make it. And you had no idea what was gonna happen to you.
"But I want you."
The two of you looked at each other with tears in your eyes, not even noticing how both your parents stood in the doorway, watching the two of you fall deeply in love with each other.
The next night your mother sat down next to your bed when Wooyoung was getting washed up. "Sweetheart, I know you and Wooyoung have feelings-"
"Mom, they're not just feelings, I'm so... in love with him, it's unfair ma!" you yelled.
You didn't mean to yell. But what could you do? She kindly stroked your hair, trying to calm you down. ''You know you'll get hurt in the end, dear.''
''I don't care if I'll get hurt, I'd rather spend all my days with him until he's gone instead of never seeing him again while I know he's still here.''
''Okay, dear, it's okay, I'm not forbidding you anything, just... try not to romanticize it, it's hard taking care of a sick perso-''
You stared at her. ''It's hard taking care of a sick person? Like me? You know what's hard? Being sick,'' you protested. ''I know, I know, honey, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that.''
You nodded, but you couldn't let it go. You hated feeling like a burden, but that's what you are, right?
.
.
''Hey, Y/N, shall we go outside and take pictures together?'' Wooyoung asked, already having his camera in his hand. You weren't totally in the mood, but seeing him getting up from his bed and sitting in his wheelchair. It broke your heart that you couldn't see him running around anymore. His legs got too weak, his body too tired.
You spend the entire afternoon in the July sun, taking pictures together and Wooyoung taking solo pictures of you, once again using you as his 'beautiful muse'.
At the end of the afternoon he was spent, although he didn't wanna admit it. His warm toned skin looked pale when he was helped back into his bed. He barely reacted to you any more, only giving you a slight smile.
In the days after that, you saw Wooyoung getting sicker, and sicker, while you were getting better, allowed to go home. Still, you came to see him every single day, spending time with him for as long as you could.
Some nights you snuck in to kiss him, feel his tongue in your neck and his hands on your ass, but at the end of the week he was out of breath too much, which made you realize his illness must be affecting his lungs by now.
''I love you,'' he breathed out weakly, his eyes filled with tears. ''I love you, Wooyoung, I'll be back tomorrow.'' You kissed him one last time, before going home.
The next morning you sat on the couch drinking a cold glass of milk. You finished your glass and put it right next to the plate with some leftover pancakes that you couldn't finish.
The livingroom door opened, making you look up. It was mrs. Jung together with your own mother. By the look on her face you already knew.
''Dear,'' she started as she sat down, ''I'm so sorry to tell you...''
''Don't... Don't tell me... Don't say it...'' you whispered.
''Wooyoung passed away in his sleep last night... He's gone, my dear,'' she spoke, as a tear rolled down your cheek. But you? You couldn't cry, you only felt empty.
Your mother and mrs. Jung held you tight, trying to console you. You looked at the time, 10:49, at the calendar, July 20th, and at the sky, blue, but with the brightest sun lighting up the world. Wooyoung.
Mrs. Jung placed Wooyoung's camera on the table. ''It's filled with photos of you, thought you'd like to keep this,'' she whispered, ''He wrote a letter a few days ago.'' Mrs. Jung handed you a pink envelope.
Your name was written in a glittery pen on the front, which made your hands shake. You opened it, pulling the letter out.
Y/N, my muse,
You have given me what no one else could
I feel unconditional love when I see your face
I always will, even from the beyond
Your lips were my heaven on earth
But from now on I'll be in heaven, far from you
I'll still watch over you always
So don't be afraid to love someone else
Don't forget to never give up
And don't forget about me
Yours,
Wooyoung
This time tears fell from your eyes, and they didn't stop.
They never truly stopped. You didn't want to accept it. The lively boy you knew, the boy you loved, he couldn't possibly be gone.
It had all gone by in a flash
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Pining
Pairing- Mingi x Named Reader
Word count- 4.4k
Includes- angst, pining, fluff, sex, riding, missionary, multiple orgasms
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Mingi POV
"So I need a favor", Wooyoung asks me
I groan pausing the video game we're playing
"Again?"
He nods, "Yeah"
"What is it?"
He asks for favors all the time
Mostly little things
Like copying my notes in the history class we're in together
Or bumming a few won
Or crashing at my place
Or asking to study for midterms and finals the night before
And the list goes on
"Can you help me get a date with Joanne?"
My heart drops
He likes Joanne?
Since when?
"I didn't know you like her", I comment
"Well yeah. She's gorgeous, sweet, funny. The whole package"
"You want to date her or just fuck her? Because I'm not helping with that", I say testily
"No I don't want to fuck her...wait...I do but that's not what I'm asking for. I want to see what happens"
"Wooyoung-"
"Romantically. Not sexual. I'm not looking for that with her"
Oh fuck, he wants a relationship with her
He never wanted a relationship with any girl but of course it has to be her
"Can you help me?"
I don't want to
I really don't
"Why do you need my help? She's you're friend too. Just talk to her", I answer
"C'mon, I want this to work. I want her to say yes. She's you're best friend, you can convince her to give me a shot"
I sigh
I don't know what to do
I was working up the courage to ask her out myself
I've wanted her for a long time but I was scared to fuck up our friendship
And just when I was getting ready to talk to her, Wooyoung is saying this
It's like the universe doesn't want me to be with her
If she'd even say yes
I don't know if she would have
But Wooyoung likes her and she may like him
And that small fact is what makes me give in
If she's happy with Wooyoung then that's all I want
Her to be happy even if it's not with me
I held my feelings in for so long, I can hold them in for longer
"Yeah fine, I'll talk to her", I give in
"Great!", he smiles, "Thanks"
I just nod
I can't talk around the lump in my throat
Blinking quickly to prevent tears I feel like crying, I unpause the game so I can kill something
🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺
J POV
I can't take my eyes off of Mingi
He has on his glasses and he looks so cute
His big brown eyes look bigger through the lenses
His blond hair is parted to the side
I like it like that but my favorite is when he styles it back and his undercut is visible
I'm a sucker for undercuts
Especially on him
I want to reach out and touch his jaw
He has an amazing jawline and I just want to kiss it, touch it, touch him
Hold his hand and see his big one around my small one
He's held my hand a few times but only in a friendly way
I want more but I don't know how to tell him that
"Jo?"
"Huh?", I answer, focusing on what he's saying again
"I want to talk to you about something"
My heart hammers in my chest
Is he going to say he likes me?
Please please please
"What is it?"
"You know Wooyoung right?"
My heart deflates
Of course he's not going to say he likes me
He never will
It was stupid to get my hopes up
"Yeah what about him?"
"Well he's a great guy"
I stare at him in confusion
What the hell?
"Uh ok", I answer slowly
"And if he were to ask you on a date would you go?"
What the fuck is this?
He's hyping up another guy?
Really?
"I don't know Gi. I don't really see him like that"
Because I want you, you dummy
"Give him a chance"
Oh god, is Wooyoung really gonna ask me out?
"Mingi is he....."
Mingi nods
"He really likes you Jo" he says softly
Oh fuck
Why is this happening?
I mean I like Wooyoung but just as a friend
Yes he's beautiful and hot too but that's as far as it goes for me
I know he's nice and he's sweet but he's not what I want
I want Mingi
"I don't know"
"It's just a date. Give him a chance"
I know it sounds awful but I don't want to
I already know there's nothing there
"Please? He's really nervous about asking you. I don't know, I think he'd want a real relationship with you if the date goes well"
No, I don't want that
And I don't want to lead him on either
That's not fair to me
"Mingi-"
"Please?"
Goddamn it
Why does he have to be my weakness and get me to do things I wouldn't otherwise do?
"One date", I agree
"Thanks", he smiles
I nod and smile at him but inside I'm a mess
If he's telling me to go out with Wooyoung and pushing so hard for it then it means he really doesn't see me as anything other than a friend
Before I could of pretended, when I didn't know
Now I can't
And it hurts so much more than I was preparing myself for
I always knew there was a chance Mingi didn't feel the way I felt and I prepared myself for the hurt I'd feel
But I didn't know it'd hurt like this
I'm such a loser for loving him
Maybe I should go out with Wooyoung and really give him a chance
Maybe I'll really like Wooyoung so much that I'll get over Mingi
Yeah and maybe pigs will fly
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One week later
"So how was your date with Wooyoung?", Mingi asks
I shrug
Why is that the first thing he has to ask?
I just got to his apartment and was ready to watch a movie to take my mind off of everything
That's blown to shit now
"It was nice"
"Where'd you go?"
I raise my eyebrow, "He didn't tell you?"
He shakes his head, "I haven't talked to him yet. You're the first one I've seen out of the two of you"
"Oh uh he took me to the aquarium"
"Wow really? He knows you like animals?"
I nod, "Yeah. When I gave him my number after he asked me out, he asked how I felt about animals. I told them I love them. Then he surprised me. It was fun"
It was fun
I love the aquarium and zoo even thought I think the animals should be on a sanctuary instead
Wooyoung was funny and cute
I just wish it was Mingi with me
"After he took me out to eat. Then home"
"Sounds like he went all out"
I mean I guess
I don't know how Wooyoung is with dates
"Did you kiss him?"
Why is he asking that?
That's a really weird question to ask
"He kissed me at my door. I kissed him back"
I see Mingi's jaw clench but he keeps his gaze on the floor
What's that's about, I don't know and I'm too tired to try to figure it out it, make theories in my head
I already know he doesn't want me like I want him, so why even bother to make it into something it's not
"Did you like it?"
Ok what the hell?
Why does he want to know that?
It's weird
"I..I don't know why you're asking this Gi. Why you want to know"
He shrugs, "Just making conversation. Guess I just want to know if you like saw stars or something when he kissed you. You know like the movie shit we always make fun of"
Stars?
With Wooyoung?
No
Mingi's being weird and I want him to cut it out
"It was ok", I answer
He nods, "Are you going to go out with him again?"
No
I made up my mind yesterday
I can't go out with Wooyoung again
He's not Mingi
And my mind was on Mingi the entire time I was with Wooyoung
It's not fair to Wooyoung
I don't want to lead him on
He's a good friend but nothing more
"No"
He finally looks at me and I fall into gorgeous brown his eyes
"Why not?"
I blink confused
What does he mean why not?
"I don't feel like that for him", I answer
"But you didn't try. Maybe you need to give it a few more dates"
Uh no
I know what I want and it's not Wooyoung
"I don't think so"
"I think you should go on another date with him"
Why is he pushing so hard for this?
Doesn't my opinion matter?
Doesn't what I want matter?
"I don't want to"
"He's a really nice guy. Give him another chance"
"Mingi, no"
"C'mon Jo don't be dumb and let him go"
That's it
I stand up, so angry and irritated, "I don't want to"
"Why not?"
"Because I don't want him! I want you, you fucking dumb idiot! I love you! But you're too dumb to see it and now I know you don't fucking care."
He's staring at me in complete disbelief
God I just ruined our friendship
My stupid mouth, my stupid temper
But since it's out, I might as well keep going
"I'm fucking dumb too", I yell so I don't cry, "I was so dumb to fall for you when I knew you'd never feel like that for me. God I'm stupid. You just want me with Wooyoung no matter what I say! So fine! I'll go out with him again. I'll make him my boyfriend. I'll kiss him and hug him and hold his hand and fuck him. Now fuck off!"
I turn from him and storm to the door
In anger and sheer embarrassment
I need to leave, get far away and stay away for awhile
I'm almost to the door, when I feel him grab my hand and turn me to him
I feel his lips crash into mine and my brain registers that he's kissing me
He's kissing me, his tongue sliding in and touching mine
I push all the questions I have away and just feel
And when I do, fucking stupid ass stars burst in my vision
My hands move on their own, around his neck and into his hair
His arms move around my waist, pulling me to him, right against him
I don't know how long we kiss for but it's fucking heaven and I don't want to stop
But of course it has to end
He pulls away, his forehead leaning against mine
"Stars", I whisper
"Me too"
My heart beats a mile a second, waiting for him to say something
"I love you", he whispers, "I love you so much"
He does?
What?
"Why didn't you say anything?"
"Because I was so scared you wouldn't feel the same way. I was scared to ruin our friendship. And when I was going to tell you, Wooyoung asked me to help him get a date with you"
I'm confused
If he loves me why did he help Wooyoung?
"Why did you do it?"
"Because I didn't know how you felt about me. But if you could be happy with him, I'd accept it."
"No", I whisper, "I can't be happy with anyone who is not you. Just seeing you makes me happy. And the whole time I was with Wooyoung I was thinking of you. I wanted to be there with you."
"I didn't know. I'm sorry"
"Why did you keep telling me I should give Wooyoung another chance?"
That still doesn't make sense
"I don't...I don't know. I thought you really didn't feel anything for me because you said yes to him. And he really is a good guy"
"Not for me. I could see he's a good guy Gi, but he's not you. You are the one I want. The one I always wanted", I confess
"You're the one I always wanted too", he asks, "I don't want you to hug him or kiss him or hold his hand. I don't want you to fuck him. I want you to do all that with me. I want you to be mine."
I nod
Of course I'm his
I always was
"Always"
A huge smile bursts on his face and it takes my fucking breath away
He pulls me back for a kiss and I go willingly
His lips press against mine, sending a searing heat through my body
His hands grip my thighs, lifting me up so easily
I wrap my legs around him as he walks back to his couch, sitting down on
I can't tear my lips from his and I'm elated when I realize I don't have to
He's mine now and I can kiss him for however long we want
As I straddle him, his hands grab hold onto my ass, squeezing as his tongue plays with mine
I can feel his hard on through out pants and god he feels massive
I feel his hands run up to the waistband of my pants, slowly tugging it down
I drop my own hands to his jeans, undoing his belt
He pulls my pants and panties down until he can't anymore and I stand up quickly taking them off as he takes his jeans and boxers off
I look up, almost falling down at the sight of his huge, thick cock standing straight up, crying cum and waiting to be ridden
I knew he was this big
I don't know how but I knew it
His eyes are on my pussy, biting his lip, driving me crazy
His gaze moves to mine and he holds his hands out to me
I take them, him pulling me closer as I eagerly climb back on top of him
Sitting on his hard dick makes my cunt so wet and throbby that I have to grind against him to get so relief
His mouth crashes against mine, his hands helping me move along his length
After a few minutes I can't take it, I need him inside
Reaching between us, I grab his slippery shaft, holding it up and I hover over him
"Don't you need-"
"No", I shake my head, "Don't you feel how wet you made me?"
"Fuck", he murmurs, nodding
"I'm ready"
"Good"
He kisses me hungrily as his hands land on my hips shoving me down his cock
Pleasure screams in my body as his huge thickness forces me open around him, my pussy latching onto him right away
"Fuck", he yells, breaking the kiss, "Fuck, so tight. God baby, I knew it. I knew you were tight like this"
"Mm yeah?", I whisper, kissing his jaw, "Like I knew you were this big?"
He nods, "Yeah fuck. You feel so good. God, so wet it's all over the place"
I know
I've never been this wet before
My pussy is just gushing juice like a waterfall, clenching so tightly around him
I'm so ready to move, placing my hands on his shoulders and sliding up his length
His holds his breath and I come down so hard, taking him all in, his cock slamming my spot
"Fuck!", we both scream and I take that to go faster
Every bounce on his cock I take harder, rougher, his cock touching all the right places inside me, opening me over and over, the drag of his cock so fucking pleasurable, my body shakes with each move
"Oh my fucking god", he cries, leaning his head back on the couch, eyes closed, pleasure all over his face, "Oh my fucking god. Don't stop baby. Fuck"
Oh I'm not stopping
The fucking bliss is immense and I will not stop until we both cum
I'm not one for riding because frankly it fucking burns my legs but riding him?
Not a problem
With him, it's easy
As I move on him, I feel his hands slide up my body, pulling my shirt up
Raising my arms, he takes it off as I keep bouncing on him
I can't stop
I don't want to stop
I feel my bra come off, his low moans and the feel of his fingertips on my body sending shivers down my spine
Sitting up a little straighter, I tug on his shirt, "Off"
He pulls it off in one fluid motion throwing it on the floor and my eyes see his body for the first time since we were both awkward teenagers
"Oh my fuck Mingi", I gape
He's fucking perfect
Perfect
I can't help myself as I touch his broad chest feeling the muscle underneath his soft skin
And I swear my cunt gets wetter as I trace his chiseled abs
I'm not shallow, I don't care about him having abs but fuck are they hot
And a huge plus for however long he has them
Putting his hands over mine, he keeps them on his abs, smirking, "Baby likes my abs huh? You're sweet pussy got so wet, it's all over my lap"
I nod, "I like them"
I make a note to talk to him about his abs later making sure he understands that I don't care if he has them or not
I'll still love him
But for now, I keep quiet, feel them under my palms and ride his cock like I'm never going to be on him again
"God you're so pretty riding me", he murmurs
"Only when riding you?", I tease
His eyes find mine, the love in them so intense it sends shivers up my spine
"You're always beautiful Jo. Always", he says seriously, "I've never seen a girl more gorgeous than you. No one compares to you. No one"
I smile softly at him
"No one compares to you Mingi. I love you with all my heart"
He smiles back, so beautifully, "I love you Jo. With all my heart"
I lean forward, kissing him, the feel of his lips absolute heaven
As I kiss him, I change my movements from bouncing to rocking on him, swallowing his moans
His hands help me move, while mine are buried in his hair, his tongue deep in my mouth
I sigh, loving the feeling of his mouth moving against mine, so happy that I exploded on him and finally told him how I felt
And so happy he didn't let me leave
After a few minutes, I break the kiss, sitting up
I need more of him
I need to feel his cock fuck me wide open
Leaning back, I put my hands on his legs, my head back as I slide up and down his perfect cock
God he feels so fucking amazing, the pleasure nothing I've ever felt before
Mingi's fingers slide up my body, his hands ending up around my breasts, squeezing, his thumbs running over my nipples
"Mingi", I moan
"Oh fuck baby, moan my name. Fuck I love it. Please aegi"
I'll do that no problem
His name is coming out anyway
Squeezing his legs, I ride him harder, the pleasure so fucking intense, I'm almost there
"God fuck", he groans, "Fucking pretty pussy creaming my cock so much baby. God, don't stop"
Slamming down on him, his head smashing my spot, I cum, stars blasting in my vision as ecstasy engulfs me
"Mingi! Mingi!"
"Oh my god. Fuck so tight", he gasps, "Feels so good baby"
It does
It really does
My arms are shaking and I feel them give out as the pleasure runs through me
Best orgasm ever
When I come back to earth, I realize I'm laying on Mingi's chest, his hand running in my hair
"I uh-", I start
"You almost fell off me aegi. Guess you had a massive orgasm"
I sit up, nodding and blushing, "The best I ever had"
His eyes sparkle as he smiles, "Because of me?"
I nod, "Yeah baby because of you"
His grin gets wider as he stands up, holding onto me tightly
"Well let's go where there's more room and I can give you another one"
With that he carries me to his room
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Mingi POV
Getting her on my bed, she pulls me on top of her, her mouth against mine in a deep kiss
I kiss her back eagerly so fucking happy she's mine
I never thought she'd feel like I do
Hearing her yell that she loves me, god I was so thrown
When it finally penetrated my brain, I heard her saying she was going to kiss Wooyoung, hug, hold his hand and fuck him
I couldn't let her leave
I'm glad I stopped her but I would of ran after her if she managed to leave
Hearing the girl of my dreams tell me she loves me?
Nothing on this earth, in heaven or hell would keep me away from her
I love her more than anything in the world and I'm going to be the best man I can be for her
The best boyfriend
She presses her body against mine, her legs wrapping around my waist
Fuck, I already love feeling her soft, smooth skin against mine, her small body underneath mine
I'm never gonna get enough of her
Never
"Please Mingi. I want you", she murmurs, pressing kisses to my shoulder, "I need you"
Fuck, I'll never get tired of hearing her say she needs me
Or needing her too
Aligning to her pussy, I push in, reveling in the way her cunt suckings me inside, the way she opens for me, the way she throbs so fucking blissfully
The way she takes my whole cock inside her
The way she clings on to me, moaning my name softly
God it's everything
Kissing her, I pull out, then quickly pound back in
I keep going, rolling my hips, burying my cock inside her, pleasure everywhere
"Mingi", she moans, her hands buried in my hair, tugging as she kisses me
Hearing my name in her voice does things to me and I pick up the pace, slamming into her pussy over and over
She's so fucking wet, it's so easy to slide in and out of her pretty cunt
I know she's soaking my bed and I fucking love it
Gripping her hips, I move her a little and the next thrust has her screaming, her body arching into mine
"There. Fuck Mingi. There baby. Please"
I thrust experimentally into that spot again, getting the same reaction
"There baby?", I ask
She nods, biting her lip, her head pushes back into the pillow, pleasure all over her face
Pleasure I'm putting there
I lavish her neck with kisses, moving one hand around her boob, playing with her nipple, the other holding me up so I can watch her
She moans, her hands around me, her fingers digging into my back
God everything she does is incredible
Every move, every squeeze is fucking bliss
"Mingi, I'm.. I'm", she whimpers
"Cum for me baby", I ask, "Scream my name baby. Please"
He cunt gets unbelievably tight, throbbing so fast around me
"Mingi, yes Mingi!", she cries, coming around my cock, clenching hard
Immense pleasure hits me feeling her cum on me and this is officially my favorite part of sex
Feeling her orgasm
I watch her in so much pleasure, awed at how gorgeous she is when she cums
I was watching her body, her pussy before when she was coming on me
This time I'm watching her beautiful face
When she finishes, her eyes open, smiling softly
"Kiss me", she asks
She never has to ask twice
Pressing my lips to hers, her hands stay on my back, while her hips move, sliding herself along my length
"Mm baby girl", I whimper, "Want more?"
"Mmmmhmmm", she whimpers, pulling away from my lips and whispering, "I want my baby to cum. Fill my pussy up"
Oh fuck, I want that so much
She keeps moving, signalling me to move too
I thrust in her perfect cunt, meeting her hips as we move together and it feels so fucking good
"Mingi, you feel so good baby. God I love you"
"I love you aegi, so fucking much"
"Cum baby", she tells me, running her fingers up and down my back
"You first baby", I whimper, kissing her pretty neck, "I want to feel you first"
I make sure my head is hitting her spot, listening to her moan, I thrust faster, both of us close
I can already tell her signs
Her labored breathing, the way her fingers grip me, the way her body shakes, her moans of my name
"Mingi! Mingi!", she cries, coming again
Ecstasy blasts in my body as she sets off my orgasm
Sheathing myself inside her, I feel her pulsate around my cock as I cum, filling up her pussy
"Yes Mingi. Feels so good baby", she praises
"Baby, Jo, fuck", I moan, burying my face on her neck, inhaling her scent and completely giving into the bliss of her cunt milking my cock for all my cum
God she takes my cum so well just like she takes my dick
Her fingers run in hair, feeling good as the pleasure tapers off
She holds me tightly, the fingers of her other hand running up and down my back, making my skin shiver
"Mmm can we stay like this?", I ask
She giggles, the sound so cute, "Yeah baby. We can"
"Good", I answer, moving my arms around her body, loving the feeling of her arms around me
"Baby?"
"Yeah aegi?"
"What uh....what are we gonna do about Wooyoung?"
Shit
I didn't even think of that
But I guess I'll just tell him that we love each other
I doubt he'd want a girl who loves someone else
He might be pissed for a little bit he'll get over it
"Don't worry aegi. I'll talk to him ok?"
"Are you sure?"
I nod, "Yeah baby. I'll handle him"
"Ok", she says, kissing the top of my hair, making me grin like an idiot
"Can we take a nap baby?", I ask, the feeling of her fingers running in my hair lulling me to sleep
"Sure baby. We can do that", she says, softly
"I love you Jo"
"I love you Mingi"
Closing my eyes, I happily give into the feeling of my baby putting me to sleep
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(Hi again) Srry- can u do a lee!Nezha and Ler!Mei I got them mixed up arry, have a good day :>
Mmmm I love this show! Nezha got so much screentime recently, I can finally get a good feel for his character! It's a bit short, writer's block has come for me. (-_-) Hope this isn't too OOC, Enjoy!
Lee: Nezha
Ler: Mei
Summary: Nezha is brooding, as per usual. When he makes one too many quips towards Mei, she takes things into her own hands to cheer him up.
Warnings: none! This is a tickle fic, so if you don't like that, scroll away!
Nezha, as per usual, was grumpy. His signature frown on his face, he stared out the window, mulling over the plan in his head. He knew Wukong was crazy, but this... They have a very real chance of dying. That, as much as he hates to admit it, scares him. He almost died in the last fight, and he had the Jade Emporer's army assisting him. Now all he has is this... rag-tag band of friendly newbie-heros and their crazy mentors.
Mei walks in on his brooding session, sighing when she sees him. This boy can never just relax, can he? She walks over, speaking loudly to get his attention.
"Hey princy, why're you brooding?" Nezha huffed when he heard her voice, closing his eyes. Goodbye, relative peace.
"Why must you always be so nosy?" She gasps dramatically, feinging offense. It was rather noisy, in his opinion. "...And loud?"
Mei crossed her arms, expecting the annoyed answer. "I don't know, maybe because I care that you're upset, and that nobody is just naturally that grumpy. I'll ask again, what's bugging you?"
His response is snarky and curt, keeping his eyes on the window. "You're 'bugging' me with your incessant yapping. I'm **fine**, dragon horse girl. I am Nezha, the third lotus prince. I need no help, especially not that of a nosy mortal."
She scoffs, sitting down beside him. "Listen, Nezha. I know too many people with issues to believe that you're fine. It's okay to have emotions, but it's not okay to bottle them up. You'll feel better if you talk about it."
Nezha rolls his eyes. The girl might have a point, but he's an immortal being. He has lived her lifespan many thousands of times over. How could she possibly help him?
"I'd feel better if you *stopped* talking about it. Actually, just stop talking all together."
"Oho, that is *it!*" Mei launched herself at the prince, being mindful of his wounds. Due to the surprise and injuries, she had him pinned in seconds.
He thrashed around, not able to move much due to the injuries. He also didn't want to hurt the girl, as much as he might vocalize it. Wukong would kill him. "What the- get off me, mortal!"
"Neh, I don't think I will. You're all crabby and broody, way more than normal. I think you need an attitude adjustment." She brought a hand to his torso, tapping her fingers on his belly. He huffed, trying not to flinch at the gentle touch.
Not this fuzzy nonsense. Wukong had shown him this crazy mortal ritual before. It was unfortunately very effective on him. He yanked at his arms, feeling a nagging pain in his side when he did so. So much for the mighty lotus prince...
Mei saw the pained expression and relaxed her hold, just enough for him to move but not escape. "I'm not gonna be mean, Nezha. You need to smile man, all this moping is getting sad. I'll go slow, okay?"
The prince scoffed, but didn't say no. He was honestly feeling pretty bad, it would be decent to laugh it off. He hoped the girl would take the hint. The feeling is mildly unpleasant, but he needs to forget about the mission for a moment.
She took his silence as a yes. With a chuckle, Mei gently skittered across his belly, carefully avoiding his injuries. Anyone with eyes could tell he needed a distraction. Lucky for him, she knew exactly how to help.
At first, Nazha bit his lip, refusing to make any noise. He agreed, but that doesn't mean he would make it easy for her. He has a reputation to protect, after all.
It doesn't phase her, she kinda expected him to be a challenge. More fun for her. Keeping her promise, Mei took things slow, moving her hand to lightly scribble at his uninjured ribs.
This broke him. Small, poorly repressed giggles slipped past his defenses. The lotus prince squirmed, knowing it wouldn't do him any good. He slowly let his guard down as more giggles bounced out of him. "Mhmehehe! Noho!" His cheeks gained a pink tint as he "fought" the feeling.
Mei tried not to coo at the sight, keeping her teasing to a minimum. He's injured, best not to kill him. She smirked down at him, speeding up the tickling. "You're actually pretty cute when you aren't sassing me."
"Qu-quihihiet, mohortal!" Nezha started to squirm more, acting like he was against the tickles. Who he was pretending for is unknown. He doesn't mind the feeling exactly, and it was helping to keep his mind off the upcoming battle.
It was quite the sight. The ever-grumpy Nezha, squirming and giggling while pinned down by a mortal. Mei wished she had her phone on her.
As much as she was enjoying the giggling, Mei had yet to hear actual laughter. Inching her hand upwards, she slowly made her way to his armpit. Before she could get there, Nezha yelped and tried to twist away from her fingers. Bingo.
She had found his sweet spot. Right under his armpit, at the top of his ribcage. Nezha, who had been strangely unresponsive this whole time, started to babble out protests. Mei promised to he gentle, but a few seconds on the spot wouldn't kill him...
"Wahait- nononohOHOHOHO!" The prince kicked and squirmed, the sudden intense feeling more than he could ever prepare for. Loud, almost happy laughter poured from his mouth, nose scrunched up and eyes shut tight. Anyone who walked in on the scene would have melted at the sight. He looked... like he was enjoying himself, to a degree.
Mei allowed herself to coo this time, smiking down at him. "This is actually adorable. I should've done this way sooner, who knew you'd be so ticklish!" The word sent a flurry of butterflies loose in his stomach, bouncing around with the laughter and shocks to his nervous system.
Nezha's mind was practically goop. And, if he's being honest, he didn't mind it. It felt nice to just let himself go, to stop worrying about all little details of everything and just laugh. He trusted Mei, and could finally relax a bit.
This continued on for a few minutes. Mei scribbling along his ribs, drilling in on that dreaded spot every so often. Nezha just existing in the moment, enjoying the odd comfort the feeling brought. It was a nice way to unwind before the big fight.
Unbeknownst to them both, Wukong sat up in the rafters, taking plenty of pictures. He wouldn't be cruel, but a quick text to the right people would help the broody prince relax in the future. Maybe he'd even crack a smile every once in a while. Only one way to find out...
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Let's (re)Read The Great Hunt! Chapter 12: Woven in the Pattern
For the first time in this let's read, Perrin pushed Egwene out of the tag prompts, which must mean it's time for an Egwene chapter! If you don't want more spoilers for the whole Wheel of Time series than that, stop reading.
For this chapter, we begin with the Flame of Tar Valon. This chapter is about Egwene and Nynaeve's journey with the Aes Sedai caravan, so naturally we're gonna get lots of Aes Sedai stuff.
Egwene stopped, wide-eyed, too shocked even to think that she was surrounded by Aes Sedai. An attempt on the life of the Amyrlin Seat. It went beyond thinking of.
It's fun how Jordan remembers his POV's limitations. We know damn well that Amyrlins have dealt with assassination attempts before, but Egwene's a starry-eyed country bumpkin who has just found herself with a chance to get cloistered so of course she thinks no one would kill off the leader of her new organization. She'll learn better soon!
Her eyes came to rest on Egwene and Nynaeve, piercing eyes that seemed to Egwene to be seeing everything about herself that she wanted to keep secret. Egwene took a step back, then caught herself and dropped a curtsy, wondering if that were proper; no one had ever explained to her the protocol of meeting the Amyrlin Seat. Nynaeve kept her back straight and returned the Amyrlin’s stare, but she fumbled for Egwene’s hand and gripped as hard as Egwene did.
Good to know that in addition to neglecting the boys, Moiraine was neglecting the girls too! Egwene does really well when you consider how she doesn't get the special attention that the boys do. And of course Nynaeve is just like "Eff you mother I'd spit in your face if it wasn't undignified" while also being "Oh shit Egwene let's hide." Egwene's closeness to her lets us see her duality better than we can from Rand's eyes or frankly Nynaeve's own.
Nynaeve, riding alongside, shook her head. “Rand will be all right. He has Lord Ingtar and twenty lances with him. In any case, there is nothing you can do about it. Nothing either of us can do.” She glanced toward Moiraine; the Aes Sedai’s trim white mare and Lan’s tall black stallion made an odd pair off to one side by themselves. “Not yet.”
Likewise, Nynaeve sees Egwene better than she'll let herself admit, since the narration hadn't mentioned Rand since the beginning of the chapter. I continue to regret that she never got a chance to confront Moiraine about crap. It makes sense that her motivations moved on but don't even try to tell me it wouldn't have been awesome.
Lan came once to the tent Egwene shared with Nynaeve, taking the Wisdom into the night a little distance away. Egwene peered around the tent flap to watch. She could not hear what they said, except that Nynaeve eventually erupted in anger and came stalking back to wrap herself in her blankets and refuse to talk at all.
What is Lan even doing at this point? What is he saying to her? Is it just a heads up that he and Moiraine will be dipping out at any point? Is it some weakness on his part where he's trying to both be the brooding loner and get some action on the side and Nynaeve is just not interested in the emotional whiplash he's offering her?
She glanced at the lantern hanging at the highest point of the tent, and the flame rose a little higher. Egwene thought she felt something, thought she almost saw something about the Aes Sedai when the flame grew brighter. Moiraine had told her that one day—when she had more training—she would be able to see when another woman channeled, and to tell a woman who could channel even if she did nothing.
I honestly didn't remember this milestone in Egwene's growth and even though she's growing right on track I'm going crazy at the slowness of it all. Also: Verin's got them good subtle test skills, you know?
“Moiraine has . . . I mean, Moiraine Sedai has been giving me lessons,” Egwene managed.
Presumably this must be more than the one Rand eavesdropped on, so Moiraine hasn't been totally negligent here. I guess it's not fair to say she didn't prep Egwene just over addressing the Amyrlin since for Moiraine it was a complete surprise that she showed up and then things immediately went to shit.
Almost always they have built up walls to keep themselves from knowing what it was they were doing, and those walls interfere with conscious control. The longer those walls have to build, the harder it is to tear them down, but if they can be demolished—well, some of the most adept sisters ever have been wilders.
And yet no one ever managed to build a wall as effective as Nynaeve's, which turns the standard rules of the One Power on their head - or seem to, at least.
“Well, Moiraine has never believed in telling anyone anything they did not need to know. Knowing serves no real purpose, but then, neither does not knowing. Myself, I always prefer knowing to not.”
This is an absolutely incredible thing to say considering what her knowledge has brought her. Take what you want and pay for it indeed.
But you began trying to channel without anyone there to teach you any control at all of what you do. I know you don’t think you’re very far along, and you are not, but you are like someone who has taught herself to run up hills—sometimes, at least—without ever learning how to run down the other side, or to walk. Sooner or later you are going to fall, if you don’t learn the rest of it.
It's a little sad that Egwene actually got a good - if horrifying - education and this never really paid off because seeing Egwene slip up would have been quite interesting. I guess she probably would have died or something though so it's for the best! She's much too fun to kill off this early.
Egwene thought, Can she know about Rand? It isn’t possible. She’d never have let him leave Fal Dara if she even suspected. But she was sure she had not imagined what she saw.
Pseudo-bookends in Egwene and Verin's first and last interactions both involving Verin sharing very different secrets in very different ways. It's also funny in that Verin will shortly ditch the party to go join Rand.
Nynaeve’s hands tightened on her skirt, and she looked at the tent flap again, frowning. Finally she gave a short nod and settled back down on the floor. “I suppose I might as well,” she said.
Nynaeve hates veiled social threats and not being able to yell at people, but she's absolutely dying to learn this stuff too, even if she's uncomfortable with it.
It was slow, but Moiraine had said it would come more quickly with practice. Inside herself, she was a rosebud, red petals curled tightly. Yet suddenly there was something else. Light. Light pressing on the petals. Slowly the petals unfolded, turning toward the light, absorbing the light. The rose and the light were one. Egwene and the light were one. She could feel the merest trickle of it seeping through her. She stretched for more, strained for more. . . .
Is this very lightly sexual? I'm a pervert who can find sex imagery in just about anything, but I feel like... there's something here.
Is it just me?
Did I mention that novices do chores? They wash dishes, scrub floors, do laundry, serve at table, all sorts of things. I myself think the servants do a better job of it by far, but it is generally felt that such labor builds character. Oh, you are staying? Good.
Am I wrong to think that if Verin had been able to spend two straight weeks with Nynaeve, she would have had her block gone after the first week?
Egwene was sitting, watching the other two between her yawns. The night had grown late, well past the time she would usually be asleep. Nynaeve wore a face like week-old death, her eyes clamped shut as if she never meant to open them and her hands white-knuckled fists in her lap. Egwene hoped the Wisdom’s temper did not break loose, not after she had held it this long.
It will and it will be awesome, but can we all appreciate how hard that Nynaeve is trying? She spends the whole time talking about how little she cares and how she's totally leaving Mat and Perrin behind at Fal Dara any day now not interested in being Aes Sedai but dammit she's trying so hard and it's probably extra miserable because she's being judged by strangers and it's not coming anywhere near as easily to her as stuff has in the past.
“I—I was angry.” Nynaeve spoke through trembling lips in a bloodless face. “I heard you talking about a breeze, telling me what to do, and fire just popped into my head. I—I didn’t mean to burn anything. It was just a small fire, in—in my head.” She shuddered.
Nynaeve's lack of control of her emotions is quite interesting in that it's very male-coded: she's not randomly hysterical, she just gets pissed under circumstances when most people would be able to stay calmer and when the consequences of that anger bite back at her she gets overwhelmed.
Alviarin was as cool and businesslike as a merchant come to buy wool and tabac, surprised that Nynaeve was part of the lesson but accepting, sharp in her criticisms but always ready to try again.
Alviarin is clearly a much more deep cover kind of Black Ajah. You get just the tiniest little hints that she's not awesome, but where Verin overworks the girls (which may have just been Verin being Verin and not any Darkfriend assignment to try and sabotage them) and Liandrin does stuff we're about to see, she completes the assignment as expected.
Alanna showed too much interest in Rand and Perrin and Mat for Egwene’s comfort, though. Especially Rand.
Alanna is a rapist...
Liandrin sat fingering her red fringe and taught little, and reluctantly at that. She questioned Egwene and Nynaeve as if they had been accused of a crime, and her questions were all about the three boys. She kept it up until Nynaeve threw her out—Egwene was not sure why Nynaeve did so—and then she left with a warning.
Where Verin and Alviarin both handle their Aes Sedai cover stories correctly, Liandrin can't even be bothered with that. Sadly, one of Egwene's character flaws comes to light here: she's so good at blending into the culture she's in that she forgets how to question its authorities when she's not supposed to. Nynaeve did the right thing.
Egwene was sure it was the Aes Sedai’s questions about Rand that had made her start dreaming of him, that and worrying about him, about whether he and the others had had to follow the Horn of Valere into the Blight.
Props to Liandrin (and possibly Alanna) for triggering Egwene's latent powers. Timelinewise, Egwene has her Rand dream the night before Ingtar's party arrives at the abandoned village.
“What? Oh, it’s you, child. Moiraine is gone. And your friend, Nynaeve, is already out on the River Queen. I had to bundle her onto a boat myself, shouting that she would not go without you. Light, what a scramble! You should be aboard, yourself. Find a boat going out to the River Queen. You two will be traveling with the Amyrlin Seat, so mind yourself once you’re on board. No scenes or tantrums.”
Egwene isn't the worst judge of character though, since her conception of Anaiya as someone who could be quite ordinary seems to check out by the woman's dialogue.
“First Moiraine vanishes with Lan, then Liandrin right on Moiraine’s heels, and then Verin, none of them with so much as a word for anyone. Verin did not even take her Warder; Tomas is chewing nails with worry over her.”
More likely he's chewing nails with worry over himself, fearing her absence will get him in trouble.
First there had been a man with a mask over his face, and fire in place of his eyes. Despite the mask, she had thought he was surprised to see her.
Ish almost certainly was! Dude was just getting used to having to share T'A'R with the Terrible Twelvesome again and now some innkeeper's daughter is spying on him? Dude was probably pissed for a week.
His look had frightened her till she thought her bones would break from shivering, but suddenly he vanished, and she saw Rand sleeping on the ground, wrapped in a cloak. A woman had been standing over him, looking down. Her face was in shadow, but her eyes seemed to shine like the moon, and Egwene had known she was evil.
T'A'R: I know you're not remotely trained at this kind of thing yet, so have a metaphor for babies: You're seeing Rand being stalked by a psycho Darkfriend. This symbolizes how Rand is being stalked by a psycho Darkfriend. Is this too complicated for you? Maybe I should label the woman "Lanfear" so you know that she's a symbol for Lanfear?
Her later dreams get a lot more esoteric, that's all I'm saying.
Then there was a flash of light, and they were gone. Both of them. And behind it all, almost like another thing altogether, was the feel of danger, as if a trap was just beginning to snap shut on an unsuspecting lamb, a trap with many jaws. As though time had slowed, and she could watch the iron jaws creep closer together.
Many jaws indeed. Ishamael, Fain, and Lanfear all fucking with Rand entirely at cross-purposes, each of them with their own methods and agents.
You may be a Dreamer. It is a small chance, child, but. . . . We haven’t had one of those in—oh—four or five hundred years. And Dreaming is close linked to Foretelling. If you really can Dream, it may be that you can Foretell, as well. That would be a finger in the Reds’ eye.
"Imagine how useful you'll be for the Blue Ajah if the Wheel has given you a gift to help us prepare for the dangers ahead! We can throw a party every week with banners on every floor of the tower reading, 'Fuck the reds!' unless your Foretelling says it's a bad idea. I'm sure that's all that your power could be good for."
Get it together, Anaiya!
Hold on, you wool-headed idiot. If you get yourself killed before I can get you out of this, I will skin you alive.
Best Egwene thought of the book, possibly the series. We'll see.
Next time: What if Trollocs had fighter jets? It's not shitty AU fanfic by some weirdo with a hard-on for military specs, it's canon!
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Notice - Part 3
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Curvy!Reader
Warnings: Violence, Mature Themes, Self deprecation on both sides, Body image issues, Self hatred, Angst, Slow burn, Mutual pining and smut to come in later chapters, Gone with the Wind references
Summary: Reader stays the night with the brothers and grows even closer to the two of them. So what's going to happen when they have to leave the next day?
Word Count: 2,531
AN: Sorry for the wait - I have a multitude of things going on in my personal life. But I'm gonna try to update more regularly after this one! Thanks again for all of the support that this story has been shown! Let me know if you'd like to be added to the tag list for this series!
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The morning came much too soon. The motel bed was more comfortable than Y/N had imagined, but that might have been because Dean slept beside her. Something about him felt safe, like a home she'd always wanted. Her own home had never been good, she had never experienced the comfort that Dean brought her.
"Mornin' sweetheart," Dean startled her and she jumped, looking up at him. He was buttoning up his flannel, staring down at her gently, "I was wondering when you were gonna get up."
"I was comfy," she shrugged with a yawn, stretching her arms over her head. He couldn't help but watch, her back arching with the motion. He had lent her a T shirt to sleep in, knowing she was uncomfortable in her skimpy bar clothes, and she looked damn good in it. Too good. He wanted to see her like that again.
"Comfy? In that bed?" Sam asked as he walked out of the bathroom, pulling a T shirt of his own out of his bag and slipping it on. His hair was wet and he had steam coming off of him, so Y/N concluded that he had just showered.
"Guess I just felt safe with you two giants here to protect me," she giggled.
"I'm just glad Dean was there to protect you last night. That demon is dangerous," Sam mused.
"I'll be glad when we kill that son of a bitch. He's not gonna get away with what he did to you, or any of those other girls." Dean was determined. Seeing her be thrown on the ground by the demon... seeing it kick her. He wasn't just angry. He was furious. He wanted to make it regret the day it surfaced. And he would. He knew he would, for her.
"Don't forget the cows. He needs to pay for what he did to the cows, too," she added with a cheeky grin.
"And the fuckin' cows!" he smiled at her.
Y/N wanted to go with them to look for the demon. She really did. She tried everything. Offering herself as bait, convincing, and downright begging. But Dean refused. With good reason, of course. He knew what demons were capable of. And he also knew that this particular one would be prepared for them. If she went along, there'd be a good chance that the demon would be expecting that, and it would get the drop on them and he wouldn't be able to save her.
And if anything happened to her...
He would be devastated.
"Dean, please. Just let me go! You guys can protect me, and I can... help! Please!"
"Absolutely not. You're going right back to your apartment where you're safe, and we'll come by after it's done to say goodbye to you."
She huffed, realizing that he wasn't budging.
"Fine. You promise you'll come say bye? I'll never forgive you if you skip town on me without a word."
He smiled at her, finding it hard to believe that she could doubt him like that. He had to come say goodbye to her. He couldn't not. His mind was a swirling haze of her eyes, and her smile, and her words, and her laugh, and - damn - her ass. He had almost forgotten how to think normally, she was invading his senses. He could swear he could smell her perfume even from a different room. She was everything, absolutely everything. And he couldn't even convey that into words to tell her, but he wanted to. For the first time in his life, he wanted to let someone know how he felt. She was bringing it out in him, like a sickeningly sweet virus.
"I promise."
And with that, she was off. They followed her back to her apartment and walked in with her to make sure she was safe. Sam was the first to head back to the car, leaving the pair standing at her front door but never opening it. Dean didn't want to leave her, though he was unsure of why. How had this woman captivated him in such a short amount of time? He barely knew her and somehow felt as if he couldn't live without her. What really scared him was knowing he had to leave her.
"Dean," she started, but she didn't know what to say. In one short day, he had become so important to her. Nobody had ever treated her like he did. Like she was a person and not just an extra, standing off screen until it was absolutely necessary that she get screen time. She wanted him to want her so badly that she could feel it in her bones and in her heart. But he had to leave, and she knew she was never going to be okay with that.
"I know, sweetheart," his gaze weighed heavily down on her.
"Be careful. Please."
"I always am."
They stared at each other. They were locked in that moment right before a kiss where they don't know whether or not their lips are ever going to touch. Y/N's lip quivered with the need to touch his, and he didn't miss the movement.
"You should go," she whispered, but she didn't mean it, especially not when he reached up and brushed her hair behind her ear, hand staying on the side of her face and his thumb tracing her lip gently.
"I should," he nodded slightly, leaning in to her with a contented sigh.
Something in her mind told her to pull away. He was the most amazing man she had ever met in her entire life, from his handsome face to his wonderful personality. She didn't want to ruin this illusion she had with him by kissing him, or touching him. She didn't want to find out that he was using her for a quick lay, or that he didn't want her at all. What if she was reading the moment wrong? What if he didn't want to kiss her at all? She had been wrong about men before.
So away she pulled, and his hand chased her greedily. She opened her door and gave him a polite smile.
"Don't forget to come say bye before you guys leave town," she smiled as she politely ushered him out.
"Of course I will, I'd never forget," he assured, eyebrows furrowing as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. Or maybe they were furrowing in confusion. He was so close to kissing her, why had she pulled away? Did she not feel the same spark that he felt? All he wanted was to grab her by the waist and lay one on her Rhett Butler style. She was the kind of girl that should be kissed, and often. Yet she rejected him like she didn't think about him that way at all.
"Be careful, Dean," she smiled, closing the door. She sighed, leaning against it, wishing he would come back. Wishing he would knock on the door just for a chance to see her face one more time before he went on his demon hunt.
The knock never came. So she sat on her couch, watching reruns of old sitcoms to distract herself from the inevitable goodbye that awaited her. She trusted that he would come by to bid her farewell. He had promised, and she didn't think he would lie about it. But the later it got, the more she doubted herself.
She had just started to drift off when she heard it. A soft rapping, light as a feather, just heavy enough for her to hear.
She yawned as she made her way to her door, trying to contain the relief in her bones.
As soon as she opened it, her jaw dropped. Dean stood before her, looking worse for wear, he clothes ripped up and bruises littering him. He appeared to be bleeding, but she couldn't pinpoint where it was coming from. He was also dirty, as if he had rolled around on the ground a bit.
"Dean," she sighed, not knowing what to say.
"We killed the son of a bitch," he huffed, "Can I come in? Just for a minute."
"Yes," she nodded, a bit too urgently, pulling him gently onto her side of the door and shutting it. "Here, sit, I'll get you some water."
He did as she asked, plopping down on her couch as if he couldn't carry his weight any longer. She sat next to him, a glass in her hand, and he drank from it eagerly.
"It'd be better if it was whiskey," he grumbled, but that didn't stop him from downing every last drop.
"I don't have any of that. Plus, you've gotta drive home tonight."
"You're too good of an influence, sweetheart," he chuckled, and she rolled her eyes, scanning him over.
"Let me clean you up before you leave," she pleaded, and he nodded, so she pulled his jacket off of him, cringing at his bloody arm.
"It won't need stitches, just a good cleaning. That's the only bad one I have."
She grabbed a rag, wetting it, and pulled the rubbing alcohol from her medicine cabinet, along with some gauze and medical tape. First, she wiped all the blood off of the cut, relieved to see it wasn't that bad. Mostly just a surface injury.
"Grit your teeth. This isn't gonna feel good," she sighed, already regretting what she was about to do. She doused the wound in rubbing alcohol and he groaned, but it only lasted a couple seconds. Finally, she wrapped it in gauze and taped it securely.
"You didn't have to do that," he let her know, but he didn't have to. She would have done it no matter what.
"Consider it your thanks for cleaning me up yesterday," she smiled, winking at him slightly as she put her supplies away, then sitting back down beside him.
The air in the room thickened. She couldn't tell whether it was the attraction or the realization that he was about to have to leave that made the air feel so heavy, but either way, it was suffocating her.
"I don't want to leave, I hope you know that," he stated suddenly, and she giggled.
"I hate that you have to."
"I'll come back. I promise. Soon. I'll look for another hunt close to you so I have an excuse to see you again."
"You can't look for hunts close to me forever. Eventually we're gonna have to say goodbye for good," she sighed, eyes falling to her lap.
"But not any time soon. I can promise you that."
"No you can't," she huffed, standing up and pacing lightly. Her mind was quickly racing into overdrive. She wanted to end this thing with Dean here and now. She knew that if she didn't, it would ruin her. She couldn't bare to keep him as an option knowing it would never work out. Realistically, this was the first man to ever see her as more than just the big girl sitting in the corner all sad and lonely. He saw her for her personality, and her smile, and her eyes, and he saw all the good in her when she didn't think there was any. The chances of that ever happening again were slim to none. So she needed to cut the fantasy off where it was instead of dragging out the heartache.
Dean didn't understand this, though. In his mind, she wasn't second guessing herself. She was second guessing him, going over his flaws over and over again, wondering if it was even worth it to try. He wanted to reassure her, but wasn't sure if he should. He couldn't bare not to try, though, not with the way she made his heart skip beats.
He stood up and grabbed her by the shoulders, forcibly stopping her pacing.
"Sweetheart, talk to me. What's on your mind? Why are you so anxious?"
His voice soothed her, and she felt like she could really tell him what was wrong. She never liked talking about her feelings, especially not with men, but in that moment she knew he was different.
"I don't know if this is worth it. I mean, you're probably gonna forget all about me whether we end this or we don't, but I'm not gonna be so lucky. I'm gonna sit here and pine after you. Nobody has ever looked at me like you do, Dean. Knowing there's an open door with you... I would never be able to move on. I think maybe we should just say bye and part ways and that be that."
His brows furrowed in the most confused manner they had yet.
"Huh?" he blurted, "I don't want 'that to be that.' Not with you! What are you even talking about? And I'm never gonna forget about you, sweetheart. You're not the only one who's struggling here. You said nobody has ever looked at you like I do before. Well what about me? You think women fall at the feet of men like me?"
"Yes, Dean, I do think that. Women stare at you. They want your attention. You can have anyone you want."
"No I can't," he huffed, in disbelief that she could be so blind to how it truly was, "Women want to sleep with me, they want a good night then a goodbye. That's it. That's all I've ever been good for. But once they really get to know me... they never want more. They never want a conversation, or a deeper meaning, and they definitely don't want to know all the bad things I've done. The things that keep me up at night and give me nightmares when I do sleep. And I never wanted any of that, but you... You do. You want.... you want conversation, and stories, and the truth. You want the truth so bad it almost hurts not to give it to you. Nobody wants the fucking truth sweetheart! So you really think I'm gonna forget about you? You're the most unforgettable woman I've ever met."
She took a step back from him, reeling from everything he had just said. She could see it in his eyes, the insecurity. The pain. The sadness. The agony. The fear. The boyish innocence that he still held, even after all he had seen and been through. She hadn't noticed it before, but it had always been there.
And suddenly, she felt so selfish. She had been so concerned with her own problems that she hadn't stopped to consider his. He held as much self hatred as he did, and it gnawed at him just as it did her. She wanted to help him. She wanted to alleviate it. She never wanted to stop.
"Dean," she sighed, pulling him close to her by his hand, "You deserve so much better than you've been given. You deserve..."
She didn't know what to say. Not with the way he was looking at her, like she was the only thing in the world that mattered.
"You deserve everything."
If only she knew that he thought she was everything.
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“You’re the Reason I’m Coming Home” (Major Major x Reader)
Summary: Major Major had always been made fun of for being mediocre no matter how hard he worked. A lot of people would scoff and ask themselves, “who would ever give a shit about the major?” Yet what if there was someone who did? What if he had a family back home waiting for him?
Notes: There’s gonna be brief Top Gun Interludes with other fandoms, but I’ve been workin on this one for a while. Not sure how it came out, it’s probably a shithouse mess, but then again so isn’t most of my writing (lol).
Tagging: @callsignred @bradshawswife @sebsxphia @nobody7102 @a-reader-and-a-writer-for-all @rhettabbotts Guys I apologize if this is really out of the blue and a really long piece, but I really wanted to share this with you guys because I’ve been having major feels for all of Lewis’s characters lately and it’s killing me (lol).
Major keeps a photograph of his wife (y/n) and their kids, his beautiful wife who encouraged him no matter what and was always proud of how hard he worked. (Y/n) is the love of his life, his anchor in this crazy, changing world and the kids? He’s never been prouder. He knows that because of him and (y/n), their two sons will grow into fine young men and the two little girls? Major would lay down his life for them if he had to.
It’s been a while since he left home, the kids still little and (y/n) missing him horribly, yet he never goes a day without sending her a letter or a photo from wherever he is. She does the same every chance she gets, making sure that Major gets to see at least one photo of her and the kids.
And each time he sees one, his love for them grows just a little more.
He doesn’t dare tell anyone in the unit about the photos of his wife and kids, fearing that they’ll make snide remarks about him or his family. Major keeps one photo of his wife and their kids in his pocket, putting it on the pillow next to his head every night he goes to sleep, reminding himself that they're the reason he's coming home. He kisses the photo every night before he goes to sleep, telling each one of them that he loves them and that he’ll be home soon as though he can hear them, constantly reminding himself that they’re the reason he’s coming home.
The days go by but it hardly gets easier. Major is excluded, pushed away and ostracized from others in the unit. People call him every name under the sun, the name “pain in the ass” passing through the unit like wildfire. Major bites his lip and tries his best, hoping that concentrating on any kind of work will take that pain away. He locks himself in an office one day, totally alone and without anyone to come near him.
He reaches into his pocket for the photo and just stares, longingly, hoping to hear their voices. He misses the way (y/n) would laugh whenever he’d chase her in the heat of a moment, the way Timmy and Patrick would run to him with their baseball bats and little catcher’s mitts and ask him to play baseball. He misses the way Naomi would jump up and cling to his shoulders or even his arm, giggling as he lifted her off the ground.....and Ella, sweet baby Ella and the way she would coo every time she looked up at him.
It’s not long before the tears start falling. “You’re the reason I’m coming home,” Major whispers.
Italy is as rough as can get, the craziness of the war sometimes getting under Major’s skin, but all he has to do is look at the photo and remind himself “you’re the reason I’m coming home.” He wishes he could hear their voices, hold (y/n) when they have a moment alone and hold his kids when they’re upset, nervous or trying to go to sleep at night. It’s been two years since he left for Italy. Hell, Major even wonders if they’ve forgotten him at this point. “You’re the reason I’m coming home” soon becomes his mantra, repeating it over and over again to give himself some assurance that they’ll be there when he comes home.
People still laugh and make fun of poor Major when they’re on their down time, but he always thinks back to the photo of his wife and kids, knowing they're probably the only people in the world who probably give a shit. Even when somebody scoffs and says "who'd ever give a shit about the major" he just quietly mutters under his breath, imagining the family, "you're the reason I'm coming home".
Before he knows it, the war is over. Italy soon becomes a fading memory and Major returns stateside to New Jersey just a few days before Christmas Eve and it’s snowing like a bitch, completely covering the ground in white.
Snowden and Yossarian offer him a ride home, the first and probably only nice thing anyone in the unit has ever done for him. They talk about anything and everything, but never about the war. The talk about all the things they plan to do when they get back to their respective homes, of all the things they want to do that they’ve sorely missed, even their families. Major feels a bit more at ease with them and decides it’s time to tell them about (y/n) and the kids.
Snowden and Yossarian are completely taken aback when they see the photos. They can’t believe how much Timmy and Patrick look like Major, the same blue eyes, dirty blonde hair and the rounded face of their father. And the girls? In an instant they do a complete 180, turning into protective uncles which causes Major to laugh a little bit.
They arrive back at the house soon enough. Snowden, Yossarian and Major agree to keep in contact with each other, promising to come by whenever time will allow. For a minute, Major wonders again if they've forgotten about him since he left. Yet he keeps repeating to himself that his family is the reason he's here in the first place. He racks up the courage and makes his way inside.
Major kicks off his shoes in the hall finding that the house is silent, save for the crackling of the fire in the fireplace. He sets his bag down and quietly traipses to the living room to find his two sons and two daughters, all asleep on a homemade bed in the living room. He kisses Naomi’s forehead and she wakes up, her little blue eyes bleary from her deep sleep.
“Hi Baby,” he whispers, a huge smile forming on his face.
“Daddy!” she blurts out, throwing her arms around his neck.
Before he knows it, her brothers and sister have all awoken, overcome with excitement that their father is home. It takes everything in his power to quiet them, warning that they’ll wake their mother.
The kids are too excited for words and despite their father’s words of warning, decide to wake their mother anyway. They all bound upstairs like rabbits, even little Ella, to find their mother asleep in bed, deep in sleep with their father close behind.
“Momma!!!!”
“Momma wake up!!!”
"Mommy, Santa came early with your Christmas Present!!!!"
(Y/n) stirs and rubs the sleepy tiredness from her eyes. “Wait what?” she yawns.
When the bleariness in her eyes clears, she sees Major making his way in through the door, giving her a quiet, "Hi".
She's shocked beyond words. "CALEB!!!" she gasps and before he knows it, she's in his arms, kissing his face and overwhelmed with joy that her husband is home. "You're home," she murmurs.
"Baby you're the reason I came home," Major tells her as he starts crying with her. "All of you are."
It isn’t until they’ve put the kids back to bed that Major and (y/n) begin to realize how much they’ve really missed each other, even just the little things like the sound of each other’s voices.
Once the little ones are fully asleep, Major and (y/n) are alone, the two of them crawling into bed beside each other, trying to make up for the two years they had missed. Not since the wedding night have they ever had a moment as powerful as this. But that was the best thing about Major.....he always took his time.
It all becomes a blur of hushed murmurs, the dirty talk laced together with the quiet uttering of obscenities. God, she missed the way he touched her......the way he kissed her, deep and passionate. When it’s over, they lean against each other, their foreheads touching, his weight against hers and the two of them laughing.
They fall asleep in each other’s arms and don’t wake until late the next morning, the snow still falling and the thought of the kids waking soon on their minds.
“You think we should wake them soon?” (y/n) whispers.
“Let’em sleep a little longer,” Major tells her before he kisses her forehead. “We don’t need to go anywhere or do anything.”
Finally, for the first time in a long time, Major is back with (y/n) and his family…..where he always belonged.
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Renegade: part 16
Roman reigns x OC scarlet
Gif credit: @romanreigns
Warnings: this part is kinda shitty... I'm sorry!😭
Tag list: @angelreigns444 @acknowledge-reigns
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Rami scratched his beard "I don't exactly understand yet myself but I the one person who keeps popping in my head along with the 30 year war and Jonathon" he paused "is you Josh"
"Me?" Josh said "why?"
"You're his twin brother and he thinks you're gonna somehow have his back regardless of what he did to Joe and Scarlet" Rami said
A low growl soon announced that Drew had joined us "Drew!" Rami said reaching out to give him a hug
"Rami" Drew smiled.
"How did you find us?" I asked.
"Like Joe I'm also telepathic Scarlet" he smirked. "The counsel wants to have your brother executed for trying to hurt Scarlet" he said looking at Josh.
"I know my brother screwed up but-"
"That's how it's gonna start!" Rami realized
"Drew you have to tell them that if they have Jonathon executed the war will start!"
"I can't. Scarlet has to" Drew said
I looked at Drew confused "why do I have to? He knows I'm pregnant this could be a set up for him to try and kill me again!"
"We won't let that happen Scarlet!" Joe said
"If he sees you with me that's just gonna make it worse!" I said "this is all my fault! I can't do this right now!"
I slumped to the ground, tears pouring out of my eyes.
"Scarlet look at me!" Joe said
I looked up slowly with tears in my eyes "you and our baby are the most important people to me and I won't let anyone take either of you away from me! There will be no where on this earth that anyone could hide from me if they tried to hurt you!"
"And I will stand with Joe as well!" Rami said
"And me!" Drew smiled.
Joe pulled me up off the ground and I turned to Josh "I need your help to!" We all have to work together to stop this!"
Josh sighed "but that's my brother"
"I know you love your brother And I can't imagine what you must be going through but he tried to turn the god of mischief against me and even Loki has morals which your brother clearly doesn't! Josh I'm pregnant and I refuse to not let Joe and I's baby not have a chance before it's even born! Please we need your help!"
Josh looked at me and lowered his head, guilt written on his face. "Alright I'll help you but we're gonna need some more help. The 4 of us can't do this alone!"
"Thank you!" I smiled.
"Baby girl we gotta go home! It's almost dawn!" Joe said.
I climbed in Joe's back and as we flew off I watched Rami run back into the Forrest. Josh flew in the opposite direction as Joe and I leaving only Drew who soon joined Rami in the woods.
I yawned trying not to fall asleep on Joe's back but my eyes were heavy "go to sleep baby. I'll get us home safe. I love you" Joe said
"I love you to" I yawned closing my eyes and snuggling into his back.
Joe's Pov
I reached scarlet's house just as the sun came up and gently laid her on the bed and covered her up. She looked so beautiful asleep.
"Take good care of her" a voice from behind me said.
I turned around and saw mox "mox where you been?!" I said pulling him into a hug.
"Places!" He smiled
"How's Rene?" I asked
"She's pregnant to" he smiled.
I looked at him in surprise and then realized "sorry I forgot for a moment that you were a vampire!" I laughed "we need some more help with Jonathon. I was gonna call you later" I said
"Drew filled me in and I'm more then happy to help. Can I stay here until sundown?" He asked
"I dont think scarlet would care" i smiled "I don't wanna wake her up because we've had a busy night!"
"I'll probably be gone before she even wakes up" he said walking out of the bedroom.
I looked back down at Scarlet and crawled in bed with her "I love you! More then you'll ever know"
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Until it doesn't hurt
kaz brekker x fem!reader
summary: betrayal leaves some wounds behind, but even more questions when you don't know, from whom it really came from
warnings: cursing, mentions of killing, angst(?)
A/N: writer's block got me so now there's gonna be a new chapter every two weeks :/ also it's summer and i will be quite busy, but i'll manage.. thank you for the support :)) if you wanna be tagged for future chapters, say so in the comments :) now enjoy!
part 4/?
previous part: part 3
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He looked at his hands once they were bare and tried to see the claws that apparently lied underneath the gloves. His hands buried in water and splashed his face on the way out. Kaz was already thinking about the robbery that took place tonight. His mind constantly coming up with backup plans couldn't be silenced and the instant worry he had, that was a new feeling.
It's been a while since he had done this. The Crows were very reliable, he could trust they would do their job, he predicted every move and could make a great plan based on their skills. He knew them, so he knew what could went wrong and fixed every flaw that might have appeared. Even though the Dregs are good, they're not his team. Not really. However, who would miss a chance at robbing Pekka Rollins, now that he's back.
The Dime Lions general had returned, reason unknown to Kaz, but truth to be told, he didn't even care. His anger didn't ask why, it acted. If he decided to return, Kaz will act. He has yet to forgive him for what he had done.
He walked over to his desk and looked at the layout of The Emerald Palace, waiting for it to tell him how to get inside without being seen. Usually he had Inej to do this job. His new spider Roeder was good, but he wasn't the Wraith. But he could get in and out without being seen and that's what mattered. He shuffled through his mind again, trying to find the best idea among various options. While doing that, his eyes wandered off to different paper. He listed there every person in The Barrel that caught his attention recently. He glanced over three question marks.
Nina's mysterious person didn't really dwell on him, but after thinking about her a little longer, many questions were born. Why Nina never said her name? Does she even know it? Was she protecting her? Why didn't he ask? He knew the answer to that one- he didn't care about her. Nina could just use her as an excuse for visiting him, because she wouldn't give him the satisfaction of being loved, so why give a second thought to the unknown girl. As long as she won't be a trouble, he could sleep soundly.
His head whipped back to the layouts after he finally found the great idea. It needed to fill some holes, but otherwise it could work. He grabbed his gloves and took The Emerald Palace on paper along with his coat and a cane. He needed to recruite the right people. Once Kaz was down in The Slat he saw his potential team leaning against the wall. He gripped the cane tighter and started to moving it towards them. Soon all eyes were pinned on him, trying to predict the purpose of his appearance. Anika saw him and looked at the papers in his hands. Kaz knew he could count her in as soon as she smiled.
Heist is about to begin.
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With a thud he landed on the green carpet. It took a moment to get stability again, but after his cane was safely on the floor he started walking. Anika, Pim,Specht and Roeder have done their job and now it was time for Kaz to finish it. If everything went as planned, everyone in The Emerald Place would be downstairs or on the first floor, including Rollins.
His legs carried him forward, trying to find the right door that leads to their "treasure room". It is the most guarded room there, or was before Pim distracted every guard with a false robbery. Now all he had to do is pick a lock, get to the safe and get rich.
Easy enough.
He took a turn, checking every hallway just to be sure he's alone. He wants everything to go perfectly, otherwise they can turn themselves in right now. It's Pekka Rollins. He might have retired for few months, but he is still a danger for Ketterdam. A danger they couldn't take lightly. The mystery of his return made him anxious. He needed to know what would drive him back into this crooked city, especially with a child. Kaz wasn't the person on letting a riddle be riddle. He wanted to uncover it and fiest on the knowledge it would bring him.
His eyes found the door and didn't waste a second. He checked for guards and was relieved when he saw none of them. He kneeled besides the door and began his work. He was about half way done when he heard footsteps. Kaz turned his head around quickly, one would be afraid he might crack his neck, and scanned every inch of the hallway.
No one.
He got up and listened carefully. It wasn't a good time to panic. He followed the noise, finding that the source of the sound was in Rollins' office. Kaz got clouded by confusion. Anika confirmed that Rollins was downstairs, busy with the fake robbery, so he couldn't possibly go to his office without Kaz knowing. Anika would have warned him, or so he hoped. He didn't even notice he walked to the door until he grabbed the knob. Footsteps and shuffling was heard and Kaz wondered whether he should enter or not.
It couldn't be Pekka, but that didn't really matter. He would expose himself to whoever might be inside. If it's anyone from Dime Lions, he'd be doomed. He let go of the knob and turned around to walk away. He will carry on with his plan and get it over quickly. He stopped in his tracks when he heard the door open. Oh fuck..
He's doomed.
He turned around, accepting his fate. His hand ran through his hair, pushing it back, but stopping once his eyes landed on her. She looked different. She had grown, her hair were shorter and H/C, her clothes were dirty and her hands wore scars, but it was her. Kaz was sure of that. They both stood frozen, staring at each other. Kaz's mind couldn't think of anything besides her. She was right infront of him. He could touch her, hug her, kill her. Oh, how he wanted to hurt her for what she has done. How he wanted to hurt all of them. But he could barely move.
,,Kaz?"
Her voice filled his ears and echoed in his head like a melody. It sounded the same as it did 9 years ago. It was deeper, but still the same, soothing sound. He hated it. He hated her. He wanted her to die under his bare hands. He wanted to crack her skull with his cane. He wanted her to suffer for speaking his name, but first, he wanted to get out of this trance. He got out a shaky breath and blinked several times as if she would dissapear. He wished it was just his imagination, just a bad dream.
They finally broke the eye contact when laughter and footsteps were coming from the stairs. According to his plan and timing, he should have the money he stole and find a way out of the Palace. Kaz wasted his time on staring at Saskia. At the thought of her, he turned his head around to see her, only to find out she's gone. He looked around himself, eager to find her. He needed to see her, to hear her.
The footsteps were closer each second and Kaz knew he had to go. He spared one more glance behind and then quickly running to the window he came out of. He grabbed the rope that got him up in the first place and went down. Kaz landed painfully on the ground, but adrenaline blocked the incoming pain, forcing him to get up. He walked fast, not looking back. His mind screamed questions at him and his heartbeat was distracting him with the loud banging. He felt like he couldn't breath and his cane failed to support him cause of his shaky hands. He needed to stop, to calm down, but his legs panicked and ignored his wish to stop. They carried him forward, into The Slat.
He walked quickly to his room, tuning out the angry and confused rambling that the group yelled at him. He shut the door behind him and finally being able to breath, he sinked to the floor. The boy took a deep breath and repeated the action until he couldn't hear heartbeat in his ears. The adrenaline took off and the pain of the fall came in instead, but he didn't care for that. He only thought about her.
He met Saskia again and Saints was that the worst thing that could happen.
She was back with Rollins. Maybe it was their plan, getting back together. Rollins faked fleeing out of Ketterdam while Saskia gathered information for him when he was gone. Maybe she never left. She could have been hiding in The Emerald Palace with Rollins, waiting for her time. Maybe her job was to manipulate Kaz and then kill him when they were children. Maybe she was just pretending their friendship and just made him fall in love. Maybe she got Jordie sick. Maybe she took them to the Reaper's Barge.
He took a deep breath that got him on his feet. His eyes shot aggresively around the room, nervous she might have follow him there. He looked at the open window across from him and quickly walked there to close it. He couldn't risk she would climb up to his room and finish her job. Kaz limped to bed and fell on it against his will. If he'd stand, he would probably colapse. Sweat broke through his skin and he wiped it off with the back of his hand.
This isn't real. She can't be real..
Whatever she was, Kaz solved the riddle.
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hi im back but for something different
mentor/protective guile perhaps?
WHAT’S HIS NAME THIS TIME?
synopsis… You get into some trouble with Guile’s enemies, and for once, he actually steps up.
ft. Guile Manning, the Jennys (cameo)
tags… anime campaign, platonic, banter, use of guns, I use italics to write Guile’s weird emphasis of words, Guile is bad at feelings
word count… 1297
a/n… I have never written for Guile before, so this is my attempt at capturing his utter silliness. Thinking about it now I still haven’t watched red stitch report actually ✧ 🦄
Guile always gave the vaguest directions, you swore. You knew he was ‘on the run’ and all, but would it really kill the guy to just send you an address?
Apparently, from the way he texted you to meet him today.
How complicated did a meet up for lunch really need to be? You were just hoping to be able to chat over some takeout of choice, but Guile, true to himself, decided to instead send you on a wild goose chase to find the ‘trash can’ he told you to wait by. I mean, there are at least ten different trash cans on the same street! How the hell were you supposed to know which was which?
The result of this was you leaning against one of many trash cans in the area, hunched over your phone typing up a confused and angry message to complain to your friend. He’d probably just reply with a ‘k’ or something like usual, but you needed the catharsis.
“Hey.”
For a guy that was always running from one enemy or another, he sure had some awful planning thereof. When you met, you thought he was a pretty cool guy — and you still do most of the time — but worrying over his lack of responses to your phone calls only to learn he had just forgotten could be pretty frustrating sometimes.
“Hey! I’m talking to you!”
A wadded up paper ball hit you square in the forehead, causing you to blink in confusion and look to the source. You were instantly blinded by the sight of an obnoxiously bright yellow uniform —banzai blasters. Shit, were they here for Guile? The girls didn’t exactly look too happy, which didn’t appear to be good news for you.
“We’re looking for someone. It’s orders from the boss.” A girl with a red bow, presumably the ringleader, just about confirmed your worst case scenario when she spoke. “Do you know some guy called Guile Manning?”
You did, in fact, know some guy. But there was no way you were gonna let them know about it!
“Um.” With eyes as wide as saucers and a light stutter, you just blew any chance you had at intimidation in this encounter. “No. No I do not.”
“Really?” The girl with a yellow bow peeked out from behind her teammates, sounding genuinely confused. “But we got intel from the big boss that he was hiding out around here!”
Attempting to recollect yourself, you shrugged and feigned indifference. “If he is, then I wouldn’t know. He’s probably using a fake name or something, so good luck with that.” Using a fake name, indeed. Guile actually hadn’t told you what his latest alias was, so you were looking forward to hearing his latest pick from the online anagram generator.
The ringleader clicked her tongue, clearly not ready to leave without fishing some sort of lead out of you. “Mhm, and just what are you doing hanging around here, huh? Waiting for someone?” She put heavy emphasis on the word, seeming to imply that you had some sort of connection you weren’t telling them about. Even if they were absolutely right, it’s not like you were gonna let that stand!
“What? Who says I’m not just loitering?” Now more aware of the fact that you were outnumbered three to one, you straightened your posture, hoping to appear more intimidating like you were all alley cats in a scuffle or something. “You banzai blasters love to loiter around, don’t you? You don’t see me interrogating you about it.”
Evidently, your confrontational behavior was not received well, as it drew an offended gasp from all three of the girls.
“You got some sorta fight to pick?” A dark haired girl with a green hair bow called out to you now, one hand hovering over the holster of her pea shooter. Great, this was the exact last thing you wanted to happen. Especially since you had essentially brought a proverbial knife to a very non proverbial gun fight. “Or are you tryin’ to cover up for Guile Manning?”
“Unfortunately, you young ladies appear to be….mistaken.”
That awkward, monotone voice. Those randomly placed pauses! You could recognize those anywhere!
“Guile!” The second you whipped your head around to see your friend, you realized what you had said and slapped a hand over your mouth. So much for keeping it on the down low…
In contrast, the banzai blasters seemed rather pleased at your slip of the tongue. From behind her opaque visor, the ringleader would size him up and giggle. “So you’re Guile Manning? Some fashion sense.”
With no other option in front of him, Guile Manning did what Guile Manning always does best: pulled a gun.
“My name is Aligning Menu.”
Oh, anagram generator. You never disappoint.
Before you could even blink, all three girls had pulled out their peashooters, and even faster than that, Guile had shot them out of their hands as if he’d known what they were thinking.
“I reckon you should reconsider your plan of action.”
One of the blasters was about to scramble for her own gun, but her teammate stopped her with an outstretched arm. “Whatever, Jenny. Let’s just get out of here and tell the boss!”
All three girls would abandon their guns and turn on their heels, but not before sticking out their tongues and promising they’d ‘be back’, whatever that meant. Honestly, you weren’t really paying that much attention. Your mind was too preoccupied by the mind bending yet undeniable fact that Guile actually risked his own safety for another human being. Was the world ending?
With the biggest, face-splitting grin, you would ask him, “Guile?”
“Aligning Menu,” he corrected without hesitation, though it fell on deaf ears.
“Did you actually put yourself on the line to save me?”
He avoided eye contact, which was a common ‘Guile in denial’ behavior, as you put it. Through gritted teeth, he said, “Don’t mention it.”
“That was so cool! Loyalty actually really suits you, I think!”
“I’m serious. Don’t mention it.”
You still had some respect remaining for Guile’s clear embarrassment, so you begrudgingly shut yourself up. “Alright, alright, I won’t tease. But seriously, thank you.”
“If you wanna thank me,” Guile resumed eye contact, “You could start by paying for our takeout. I’m short on cash lately.”
“Maybe you shouldn’t invest in so many dramatic costume changes.” It took a great amount of energy to hold back your giggles at the sight of your friend dressed in what was likely a vampire costume he snagged from a thrift store.
The initial response you got was a heavy sigh, which probably meant that Guile wasn’t exactly proud of his life choices either. “Listen, it’s been a long day.”
“I know, buddy, I know.” With little resistance from your companion by this point, you slung an arm around the man’s shoulders and took the liberty of guiding him along the sidewalk. “Maybe you shouldn’t have made me wait so long, though.”
“I was the one waiting. Didn’t know you were…..here.”
“What?” You gawked at him. “All you told me was to wait by a trash can! There’s like, a million of those literally everywhere!”
“You see, that’s where you’ve got it wrong.” You paused walking as Guile held up a hand. “You were waiting by a trash bin. It was rectangular and plastic. I was waiting by a trash can. It’s round and made of metal. The only can in the area. There is a clear and distinct difference.”
It took all of the strength in your body to clench your fists and smile tightly at the man you so gladly called your friend.
“Guile, I think I see now why you have so many enemies.”
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