#and like.. how much farther will I go? how long before I abandon everything I stand for just for the sake of wanting to belong somewhere?

[theladygazingatemptiness]

hm. I sure have been playing some Very rash and potentially dangerous games as of late ha ha

#wak #like.. have I really become this desperate for attention and validation #that now I'm doing things that could very well compromise what little reputation I have online #like.. @ me: people aren't stupid. they can v much put two and two together even if you don't/won't say who you are #also @ me I wonder... how would the people who rb'ed your gallery comic or your Wholesome™ art feel if they knew about That Side of you? #and God forbid it gets back around to your family/they find out about it somehow! how would your poor grandmother feel I wonder! #or your mutuals/friends you have outside of Skype! #but even while asking these questions and knowing all of the risks I.. just can't help/stop myself #it's as if somebody else has taken over my entire body and I'm going on autopilot now #and like.. how much farther will I go? how long before I abandon everything I stand for just for the sake of wanting to belong somewhere? #and idk how I should feel or what to do and I feel sick and idk #'cher what tf are you talking about' it's actually something incredibly embarrassing and dumb. dw about it #and no it's nothing illegal or even particularly harmful/bad. in fact it's something most people probably wouldn't care about #and I am probably being very overdramatic and thinking too hard rn #but.. dw about it. #vent / #delete later probably

[maneatrrz]

‧₊˚✩ wishing it was you / j. sully

♡ 𓂃 ꒰ wishing it was you! ꒱˚.༄ ೃ jake sully x fem!reader. 5.2k words. ⌒(≧▽​° )

𓆩♡𓆪 synopsis: ever since you shared a heartfelt moment, jake has been constantly avoiding you. convinced he's in love with neytiri, you find out it's a lot more complicated after confronting him in the woods: your being is everything he burns for, and it terrifies him. you tempt him in a way you shouldn't, and he's doing everything he can to protect your delicate divinity. but with lips and an attitude like yours, it's becoming taxing for him to resist ditching saintly restraint for a dance with the devil.

content: biblically inaccurate and brotherly!tsu'tey, biblically inaccurate timeline (it's ok guys just go with it it's an au haha), dom!jake sully but also whimpering!jake sully, oral fixation, nipple sucking, hickeys, love bites, vaginal penetration, praising and teasing. slight angst because you both have serious abandonment issues, but an ample amount of fluff and physical affection.

ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ additional notes: this is my first published writing, and also the first time i've written smut myself-i am more than willing to receive tips, just please keep that in mind and be gentle! i also am a bit rusty on the writing uptake and formatting update, and this is definitely not my best work and i hate this with a visceral anger, but i hope you like it regardless because i spent way too much time on it. mwah, thank you lovelies!

୨✩୧ ; MINORS DNI! fic under the cut!

jake sully.

stupid, jake sully.

you observed him carefully from your seat in the plush, lush forest illuminated by the glittering night sky above you, along with the golden flames in front of you. the affectionately crowned toruk makto was chasing around neytiri, as he was wont to do-you were convinced he was vehemently enamored with her. neytiri on the other hand, was adeptly avoiding his efforts to yank her tail with a feline-like grace, and an effervescent, opaline smile exposing sharp canines. you found it hard to blame him, however. she possessed both the deft and couth you were certain you lacked. she made everything look perfect, and it didn’t help that she was beautiful, either. one look into her scintillating eyes could enrapture you, especially during this oppressive, sultry summer weather. the sweltering heat had persuaded you into thinking she was an angel one too many times. but you guessed in his world, she was.

it was stupid.

he was stupid.

“fuck,” you brought your hand up to the newfound throbbing pressure on your mouth, painting slender fingers with a rich, sanguine color: blood. you had bitten through the roast you were eating and into your poor, faultless lip. “i was thinking way too hard.”

“ponder less over jake sully, and more about how our great mother has let you live another day,” tsu’tey smacked you upside the head playfully, taking a bite out of his sturmbeast steak. you couldn’t help but smile a little-you found comfort in him as the brother you never had. when you had arrived on pandora, you were met with cynic skepticism from him, but you had proven yourself to him eventually. your friendship allowed him to lighten up and be more lively, too. “i am pleasantly surprised a skxawng like you has lived this long, y/n.”

“you literally suck,” you feigned lamentation by placing one hand on your chest, and using the other to wipe intangible tears from the unwarranted libel. it earned you a hearty laugh from tsu’tey, followed by a small fit of coughs. “you’re coughing like an old man. slow down, grandpa. easy on the chuckle.”

“now you suck,” he pushed your shoulder lightly, before panning his head over to jake and neytiri, who were now much farther away. jake’s face looked amorphous in the distance, but tsu’tey could see strong brows furrowed in the haze. he began to wonder if he needed what humans called “glasses”. neytiri clasped jake’s forearm before tugging at him to go further into the thicket, turning their backs on you. he fixed his gaze on you now, rubbing his temples.

“...shit, well, that’s fucking fantastic. your ‘fiancee’ ran away into the woods with the fucking idiot. whatever,” you waved a hand to the distance with a heavy sigh, raising the roast to your mouth. you added with a somber mumble, “this was not how it was supposed to go.”

this was seriously not how it was supposed to go.

it wasn’t-neytiri was promised to tsu’tey, and you…what were you to jake?

you were supposed to explore this world and your new bodies together, and you did, at first. attached at the hip, confused and frightened (although, jake would only say ‘slightly’ for his pride) of the wondrous expanse around you. you would lay in your shared, flimsy little cot as you watched the sable dusk melt into an ethereal aurora, talking about everything and anything. what your lives were like on earth, what you wanted to do when you came back-your own personal bucket lists, intrusive thoughts, your worst jokes, your favorite fruits-everything. you both confessed things you had never even said.

enter neytiri, stage left.

she tried to kill you both. she almost succeeded after jake pushed you out of the way to take the blow for you, but you throwing a water canteen at her alerted her that you were not a threat-you weren’t armed with anything to attack her with, and you certainly couldn’t kill her if you tried with those reflexes. she told you this later and it offended you, but the offense disappeared as you realized you were just happy that you were alive. you were happy that jake was alive. he didn’t have to try and save you.

‘of course i did. i don’t know what i’d do without you,’ was all he said in response, with a soft, darkly warm tone that made something burn low in your chest. it was a memory etched in your mind that never failed to make your limbs deliquesce, turning you into a shallow pool of ardor and elation. only for a brief moment, as your puddle would turn into hoarfrost and coat the ground of your empty heart. it seemed like after that day, that was when you truly watched him fade away.

he stopped sleeping in the cot with you, so you had no one for consolation on gelid nights. he’d take neytiri and tsu’tey on raids and hunts, getting frustrated when you’d ask to accompany them. and when neytiri had explained their rituals and the inner workings of mating that came with it, he started to ignore your entirety, without a single explanation why. it must’ve been her.

it had to be her, right?

“fuck it,” you jolted up switfly, dragging tsu’tey by his arm. “get your ass up and let’s go find them.”

“you are just going to find something you do not want to see,” he planted his feet on the ground firmly, rigid and unmoving to your touch. you turned to look at him, as he furrowed one of his brows. “are you a lecher, y/n? is that what this is?”

“first of all, ew. absolutely not. second of all, are you dumb? if they successfully get down and dirty, she’s no longer promised to you, right?” his ears flicked at your response, finally relenting to your touch. “now let’s go.”

you followed their scent, navigating the underbrush with tsu’tey, who was regretting his decision to come with you. you were supposed to be moving cautiously and quietly, yet you kept walking into leaves and suppressing meltdowns over previously uncovered bugs. he was busy thinking of ways to cover up your pursuit when you stopped suddenly, murmuring in the distance.

“...and i love…so, i don’t…” you could make out bits and pieces of a husky voice’s speech through the trees. the mention of love made your heart beat to an unspoken cadence.

“...then tell…keep waiting…unfair…” the second voice spoke with a higher pitch, but a louder tone, the words poisoned with blatant vexation. you contorted your face and looked to tsu’tey, his visage equally scrunched and perplexed. you ventured further into the thicket, until you could make a slight outline of two bodies through thick blades of green.

“she already hates me, neytiri. it’s not worth it,” the lower voice, now discernable completely as jake, slapped his hands to sides and fidgeted through the leaves. he was painfully nervous-he wasn’t the type of person who froze when he was scared. he dawdled around aimlessly. like an idiot, you added a note to your mental observations. a lying, stupid idiot.

“she is going to hate you more if you do not get it together,” a seethe, accompanied by the flattening of ears and a slap to jake’s head. “you will lose her completely. tell y/n.”

“i can’t.”

“it appears you have no choice. y/n,” neytiri swiftly moved through the grass to reveal your hiding spot, tsu’tey’s mouth pursed and yours agape. the edges of her lips curled up into a demure smile. “i had faith that you would come after us. i did not expect you, however. come with me.”

her tone was that of a mother scolding her child, leading tsu’tey back to camp by his small, tender ear. her chides in na’vi as she stomped would’ve made you giggle if it were not for the looming dread in your sternum, turning towards jake and his solemn, downturned ears.

his stupid ears.

his stupid nose.

his lying mouth.

“i know,” to your short response his eyes widened, cheeks donning an uncharacteristic tint.

“i’m so sorry. i know it’s fucked up of me, but i didn’t know how to-”

“-it’s okay. you don’t need my blessing to mate with neytiri, right? i just would’ve preferred you told me sooner. i knew you liked her, it just sucked. to be left in the dust. i really liked you, you know,” you crossed your arms and pressed them close to your chest, trying to ignore the saline tears welling in your eyes. and then, he laughed.

how could he laugh at a time like this?

he really didn’t care, did he?

jake sully.

stupid, lying jake sully.

“fuck you,” you bursted out, teardrops scalding your cheeks in their wake as you turned to leave.

“wait, i’m not laughing for the reasons you think i am-okay, wait. wait, let me explain,” his fingers brushed your wrist, reaching a little too late. “y/n! let me explain.”

“i literally cannot think of a way you can explain this without looking like a total cunt-ow! let go of me, jake! what the h-” your scorning monologue was brief, as jake pulled you off balance by your tail. you fell back first into the tall grass, head braced by jake’s hand underneath it. his hips pinned you to the ground by your own, one leg in between your own. broad shoulders loomed over you and cut out of your peripheral. you felt so…small, underneath him. it increased the growing ache in your lower abdomen, fueled by neither hurt, nor fear. you tried to squeeze your legs together to negate the pooling sensation-you shouldn’t have felt like this. this was a bad idea.

“so, uh, as i was saying…” he trailed off as you rolled your head to the side, refusing to look at him. “can you just look at me?”

“no.”

“fine,” he shook his head slightly with a tsk sound, assessing your body and the way it seemed to be engulfed by his own-even as a na’vi, you were so tiny in comparison to him. just as he seemed to be lost enough in his own thoughts for you to make your escape, he shifted your position abruptly. whipping your head towards him, it felt like all of his weight was on you: his nails dug into your thighs as he pulled them apart and past his torso-now, he was directly in between your legs. jake leaned forward onto his forearms, your lips millimeters apart from one another. you had no choice but to look into rich, amber eyes. either that, or focus on the way his hips were pistoned deeper into yours, fabric unwilling to spare you the feeling of his length rubbing against your clothed sex.

“as you were saying,” you cleared your throat, scratching an itch on the top of your head. he smirked, pleased with his ability to make you yield. his smirk quickly faded, replaced by a more stoic expression.

“remember the day we almost died?”

“you mean, one of the last days you pretended that you knew me?” you scoffed, and he narrowed his eyes at you for a split moment. “yeah, i remember.”

“i didn’t care if i died, but,” he began to fidget nervously, involuntarily exacerbating the wanton throb. yet, you were too focused on his words to notice. “i cared if you died, and i cared a lot, a lot more than i was supposed to. and that started fucking with me.”

you tilted your head with a doe-eyed expression that made jake tense up with a potent, unsolicited salacity. his ensnarement tactic was working painfully against him. his loincloth was growing increasingly more soiled in a messy, debauched ring.

“so i, uh…i ran, like an idiot,” jake’s breath hiked to a dry growl, shifting weight between legs. “i didn’t want to get you hurt. because if i did let myself and i let something happen to you, not only would i lose you, i would lose myself. i would lose everything i believe in. so, i tried to stay away from you.”

“well, i mean. you did just regain the ability to walk again. i’d wanna run, too,” you snickered in attempt to lighten the mood, unable to handle the sonorous tone of his words. jake rolled his eyes, holding back a smile. he thought that shouldn’t have been as funny to him as it was. “i’m so funny.”

“yeah, whatever. anyways,” he took a deep breath, knowing damn well you were right. “as we settled into omatikayan land, neytiri told us about customs, and picking a mate. how i would eventually claim a woman. i started avoiding you right around ‘mating’ season, so it was hard.”

“...okay? what does this have to do with me?” there was too much emotional clamor inhabiting your brain to properly absorb what he was saying. “ohhh…so you claimed neytiri right after ignoring my existence, and now you want to rub salt in the wound because you’re a dickhead-i’m so smart.”

“no-you have got to be dumber than me, holy shit,” he bit his lip in discontempt. either you genuinely were painfully oblivious to the situation, or you wanted him to spell it out for you. he had a notion that it was a reasonable mixture of both. “you literally just disregarded the last few things i’ve said. if it’s time for me to claim a woman, why would i claim neytiri? why would it be hard to stop talking to you?”

“chill out bitch, damn. i’m not the one who pretended someone didn’t exist for several months, watch your mouth. i’m listening though,” you weren’t really. “you’d claim her because you fell in love with her, and then maybe, i don’t know-your conscience thought it was a little weird to completely drop person and cling onto the next? surprised you have one. we’re running in circles.”

“but i wouldn’t claim a woman i didn’t want. i don’t want neytiri.”

“cool…? i don’t know what to say to you.”

“you just want me to say it outright for you, don’t you?”

“that would be particularly helpful, yes. i think if we did this from the beginning it would’ve helped.”

“if i was around you, i would’ve gone against my better judgment and claimed you in a heartbeat. to be blunt, i wanted to fuck you really bad.”

“wow! that seriously took a hard turn,” that was not the most appropriate reaction, but it was all you could utter.

was this how it was supposed to go?

your lips parted slightly, and jake immediately fixated on them. while he was noticing how roseate and plush they looked, you were having an internal dilemma at lightspeed. you thought this man hated you, and this whole time it was the stark opposite? were you the stupid one? were you the idiot? no, you couldn’t be. when you came down from your catatonic spell-well, it was more like you hit the ground violently, you minded jake’s position in between your legs. you also minded the soaked, wet state of your loincloth. “you wanted me like that?”

“yes, i did. but seeing you was a reminder that i couldn’t have you, and i wanted you so bad,” you watched jake’s adam’s apple bob as he swallowed and nodded, looking down at you with a darker stare. it was one you had never seen from him. a more predatory gaze. “i shouldn’t have wanted you, and i wanted you so bad. it’s only gotten worse.”

you assessed his gaze. it was as if he was ready to ravage you and everything that you were in that moment, right there. perhaps that gave you the courage to push his limits-how depraved was he, truly? how much restraint did he have, when it came to you?

“and all this time i’ve been sucking on a bottle of pink whitney, wishing it was you,” you ran your hands over the grooves in his arms, separating each mammoth, rigid muscle. you took one of his hands in both of yours, running his calloused finger over your inner thigh slightly-enough to pick up the sticky substance that threatened to gush out of you. “but now, we’re here. you’ve starved me as much as you’ve starved yourself. so, what are you going to do? what you should do, or what you want to?”

he growled just above a dull roar, trying to battle his ache and the dilemma of forbidden pining. god, how he wanted you. he ached for you, with such an illicit thirst-to devour you, one kiss at a time. your fingers skimmed the pressed outline of his aching tip through his loincloth, which elicited a frantic, breathy gasp from jake. “you can be gentle, or you can be rough. you don’t have to think about anything. actually, i’m pretty sure you’ve been thinking way too much.”

“you don’t know what you’re doing to me,” it came out as more of a dark, tenebrous moan that made you giggle. he stared down at your slick, tempting essence. he wanted to indulge in you, the delicacy that you were to him. yet a quick taste would never be just that-he’d want all of you. he looked back up at you, with the same predatory leer. you brought jake’s hand up to his mouth, feeling the ache worsen as he licked them clean with a groan.

“or, maybe i do.”

his hands worked their way up your thighs. your breath shortened as you let your eyes graze his hands-large, azure, and veiny. the position jake’s hands on your legs seemed natural, as if they were right where they belonged. he gripped your thighs, massaging the innermost part with his thumbs. his lips chose to travel to your collarbone and continue their conquest upwards, leaving carmine bruises, love bites, and tender kisses in their wake. he stopped when he was positioned face-to-face. your heart beat out of your chest as you felt lustrous yellow eyes linger on your own, and then your lips. he brushed them against yours.

“i’ve waited for this forever, you know,” he caressed your cheeks with his thumbs. “you’re so beautiful. as humans, or big blue people. whatever we are, and wherever we are, you’ve always stunned me. every rational thought i have blurs when i look at you, it’s like you put a spell on me. you’re enchanting, and it’s unreal.”

“you think so?” your ears perked up coyly as you felt your lips curve into a smile. that was probably the nicest thing anyone had said to you in awhile, or the history of ever, even. your honeyed reaction made his tail flick around in back of him, enamored by your visage. it continued to swish, curling prettily.

“oh, honey. i know you are. my pretty, pretty baby,” he kissed your nose, giving you a grin. his tongue ran over your bottom lip with a soft bite, before intertwining his lips with yours.

suddenly the air was thick and hot; infernal. you weren’t the worst kisser, but god, you felt like you paled in comparison to jake fucking sully. his tongue spoke to you a simple, yet tantalizing and tantric mantra that mesmerized you. veiny hands danced a viennese waltz against soft skin, retracing the path that led to your lips. he let his hands trail back down to your thighs, fingers grazing your sodden, clothed clit.

“you wanted me so bad, huh? all wet for me?” you nodded as he played with the string on your loincloth, before pulling it off and to the side.

“well, i fucking needed you, oh,” he let out a husky moan and ran his fingers over your lips, before parting them. “look at you-what a perfect pussy. i’m going to fucking ruin you.”

he thumbed your engorged, tender clit with one hand, while sliding in the middle & ring finger of the other into your warm, messy cunt. it was all so overwhelming-your faint titillated whimpers and whines, paired with the sound of fingers enveloped in slick folds. your voice was muted and low in an attempt to preserve the sanity and sleep of those in the relatively adjacent camp. but in the stillness of the night, the hot cacophony of your saccharine sweet voice and his frenetic movements that produced such wet, obscene noises, were resound upon jake’s ears. he thought it was akin to that of a siren’s beguiling melody.

“i want…w-want…mm,” you babbled, jake looking at you, yet unrelenting in his pace. the way he pumped his fingers was heavenly, but you needed more. “…you. inside me, please.”

“don’t worry. i’ll fuck that pretty pussy soon. but first…” he unclasped your chest piece with one hand, throwing it to the side while he kneaded one of your boobs. he flicked your nipple with his tongue before swirling it around the sensitive nub, latching onto it. he drove his fingers in and out of your squelching cunt with the occasional curl. two fingers alone already made you feel so full, sucking them in as you pulsed around them.

“i fucking love your tits. you’re latching onto my fingers,” it was like he could read your mind. smirking at your rampant, tiny mewls, he switched breasts, continuing the onslaught on your throbbing pussy. “let me focus on this boob, though. she needs love, too.”

“sisters, not twins, yeah? something like that,” he rasped through his teeth, lapping and sucking. your vision began to get hazy overcome by the torturous intoxication his touch brought, “you know what? doesn’t matter. your tits are gorgeous.”

he released his hold with a pop, leaning back to look at your disheveled countenance, exhaling raggedly. he placed his fingers in his mouth to relish in your sapid taste once more, while his eyes traced every inch of your body. your mouth hung in an O shape, lips plump and glossy. your eyes glossed over. your hair was frizzy and unkempt. you were nothing akin to the meticulously crafted countenance you slaved away for every day. he created a breathtaking mess out of you, which made him wretch with such a frenetic, venereal hunger.

he needed to fuck you stupid.

he needed to tear you apart.

“so pretty,” you murmured as he untied his loincloth, unsheathing his length in its entirety. the shaft same color as the rest of his body, a mixture of azure and sapphire stripes. it was unreasonably thick and lengthy, and had two veins leading to his blushing indigo tip. it throbbed as precum dripped down its side, and onto big balls. it was practically begging for solace in the form of your tongue swirling around it and hollowing your cheeks. “i want a taste.”

“you’re so sweet babydoll. but no,” his denial of your request was met with a disappointed whine and pouty lips. “i really should fuck that mouth of yours for all the shit you talk, but it can wait another day. i need to be inside you right now.”

his breath hitched as he watched his length disappear inside of you with a slicked sound.

“holy shit. you’re so fucking tight, jesus fucking christ,” jake seethed between breaths, panting. he dug his nails into your hips, writhing five hot points of pressure with his grip. his thrusts were slow but with intention, stretching your walls and hitting your core. you stared down at the way his thigh muscles tensed while he snapped his hips. you bit back a moan, your vision blurring slightly from the jolting motion, and your legs threatening to buckle. “dear god-fuck. oh, fuck. fuck, baby.”

“you feel so fucking good, and you’re taking my cock so fucking well,” he let one hand go and trailed it slow up your torso and stopped at your shoulders, quickening his strokes and making your eyes roll back. his fingers ghosted your neck with a dark laugh and a groan, “oh, fuck-what a good fucking girl. you like that, sweet thing?”

“jake,” you pleaded as he rutted into you, raking your nails across his back. you wrapped your legs around him, desperate for release. “this feels so good. oh, jake, ’m gonna…”

“oh god, i fucking love the way you say my name. go ahead and come for me, baby,” he buried his head into the crook of your neck, pumping deeper into you at an unadulterated and alacritous pace. jake pressed kisses to your neck while he felt you squirm and twitch on his length, muffling whines and moans. your glistening cunt tightened around him, like it was luring his cock further into you. he didn’t know how much further it could go. “make a mess all over my cock. it’s all yours, sweet thing. always has been. now use it like it is.”

it was hard for you to give any sort of intelligible vocalization (unlike pussydrunk jake, who seemed to be a little too loud, groaning fuck and i wanna cum over and over) while your eyelids fluttered and blood roared in your ears. you were having a sensory overload, and couldn’t help but drown in the pleasure. from the hickeys he pressed lightly over your taut collarbone with wet lips and the way his cock hit your g-spot, to all the husked whimpers jake let out while throwing his head back and the sound of skin hitting skin, you were in bliss. he was able to quell and rouse the insatiable ache that pooled low inside you, all at once. you were arched and unraveling with a splintering rapture, your own juices mixing with the warm, creamy seed that painted even the innermost corners of your walls.

“wow,” he looked down at your angelic, supine image through long eyelashes, panting. you relaxed your spine, coaxing his cock out of you gently. he was so desperate and unprincipled when it came to you that he probably would’ve stayed inside you the whole night. and you were far too exhausted for that.

“you sure as hell can have a taste of me now, holy shit,” his eyes were glued to your puffy cunt, watching his cum veneer it with a milky white. he swiped his finger in a swipe up your lips, holding his findings to your mouth. you licked it with a small mewl before contorting your face, bleating out a blegh.

“salty?” broad shoulders rose to the rhythm of a hearty laugh as you nodded, pushing the hair out of your face. “it’s cum, baby. i eat like a starved dog. don’t expect much next time.”

“that’s so tragic for me.”

“yeah, yeah. are you okay, though? do you need anything, sweet thing?”

“i need a hug,” you pulled him back towards you, and splayed your hands on his back. with a soft laugh, you traced the welts from your scratches before playing with his tousled mess of hair. the smell of sweat and a rich, earthy scent pervaded your senses as you meticulously picked out the stray blades of grass from each strand. “i’m sorry for fucking up your back.”

“what, are you kiddin’ me? don’t apologize. i’m gonna wear this shit like a medal. tell everybody my pretty girl gave ‘em to me.”

“you say that like you’re not gonna go back to your regularly scheduled ignoring y/n routine. i know you’ll leave eventually,” you huffed, slapping a hand on the newly damp grass to search for your chestpiece. he brought your hand back to his hair, kissing your forehead.

“and you say that like everything hasn’t changed. what’s the point of this if we part?”

“an extra notch under your belt, or something? i have not a clue, toruk makto. oh, congratulations on that, by the way,” you turned your head away from him to spare your tears. for some reason, it suddenly hurt to look at him. the last thing you wanted him to see was your hysterical sobs, after you just bore every other part of yourself to him. you’d have nothing else when he’d go.

he wasn’t really going to stay, was he? no one ever stayed for long. and it would be rather bold to think jake sully out of all people would stay for long, too.

you swallowed, clearing your throat. “i don't expect you to stay. i know i made a big deal about it, but...it really would make a lot more sense to marry neytiri.”

“oh, shut the fuck up," a playful eye roll. "i already told you, silly. i don’t want neytiri. i want you.”

“here-we can get up, and pretend that this didn’t happen, okay? we’ll say you got beat the fuck up by an animal, or something-”

“y/n,” he tilted you gently by your jaw, forcing you to face him. “i want you.”

“-and we can say you were brave and fought him because you’re the hero,” you choked out a sob. “you’re the hero, and i was just there as a witness. the nobody to scoff at; the outsider. i’m nothing to those people. i’m nothing compared to you.”

you were scared. truly, you did not want to see him go, but if you trusted him and loved him with your entirety, and one day he would no longer be there, it would break your heart into pieces. and your heart had already been broken quite enough. ah. so this was jake’s reasoning.

maybe you were the stupid one.

maybe you were both stupid.

yeah, definitely the latter.

“hey, hey, hey. enough of that bullshit. take a deep breath,” jake scooped you up slowly, repositioning you to cuddle in his lap. he tipped your head to lay a kiss against your lips, before pressing your head against his chest. you tried to sync your breathing to the cadence of his own chest rising and falling. he placed a caressing hand on the small of your back, rocking slowly. “i’m not scared anymore, and i’m going anywhere. i love you, y/n. you could never be nothing to me.”

you looked up at him, eyes widening. ‘i love you, y/n.’

there was something about the way he said it, paired with his fluttering, onyx eyelashes adorning gorgeously deep amber eyes. it was like a profound nocturne he sang just for you. there was something about the way he complimented you in a warm, sheltered whisper that tasted like a dulcet dream. it was a sonnet he read just for you. like a poet who lived and died for you.

just for you.

yet, foolishly-for moons, and moons, the poet restrained himself from telling you that your visage was his muse, due to his own trepidation. all he needed to do was trust in you, and let go.

maybe you did, too.

“you promise?” a gentle plead was all you could get out as he wiped your tears.

“i promise. and i’ll seal it with a kiss. or maybe a couple,” he brought your hand up to his mouth, kissing it gingerly. “you are my everything. and that is nothing to scoff at.”

home was not a city, or a state. home was not even a planet, like earth or pandora.

home was jake.

home was jake sully.

stupid, jake sully.

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[tomlinfonda]

Inside me there are two wolves.

One who thinks that the writers are either stupid or cruel, and that the finale was so incomprehensibly bad that I shouldn't try to make sense of it. And that I should move on.

The other one is a subtext-and-metaphor-hungry beast that is manically obsessed with finding a reason, at least subtextually, for the incomprehensible mess they made out of these characters, especially Ted, in the finale.

Everyone is so right to point out that Ted in previous episodes would not have acted like this. I think the reason for the sudden regression in his character is Dottie.

That morning, full of smiles, in a good mood, Ted starts his walk to work.

He cheerfully strolls through the streets, saying hello to his neighbors, making chit-chat with them. He is (as Trent said it in 1x03) out there in the community. He is, more importantly, part of a community. Until suddenly-

"Mom?"

Dottie's arrival changes everything. Ted gets worse and worse throughout the episode. In the hotel room in Manchester, the football anthem "Blue Moon", with the haunting lyric "You saw me standing alone" plays over Ted's lonesome figure, in the shadows, depressed.

Juxtapose that with his first scene: the lively neighborhood and daylight.

At the end of the episode, his conversation with his (manipulative) mom hits him deep. He feels immense guilt over not being there for Henry. And he's been torn over this for the entire season.

His mom, and the way she acts, and the way she manipulates him, push him in the wrong direction: Kansas.

I think Ted has disassociated for most of the finale. But I also think that he is intentionally pushing people away. Maybe he thinks that this will make it easier for him to leave, maybe he thinks that this will make it easier for them to let him go. Maybe he just hates himself so much that he cannot accept their help. Maybe he feels guilty that they're showing him so much love, when he knows he will abandon them.

Either way, he quits. Something that he would not have done, even in season 1. So his regression goes farther than the first episode, deeper into his past. He goes from:

to having doubts on the plane about leaving without winning the whole fucking thing

but leaving anyway.

And this is one of the most curious things to me. Rebecca offers to bring Henry to him in England by helping relocate Michelle:

And yet, he refuses. So, sure, this is about being there for his son. But given the choice between his son with his beloved community, and his son without his beloved community, he chooses the latter.

I've heard the argument that we don't know for sure that Ted doesn't have a support system in Kansas. But from a narrative perspective, it's important that we haven't been shown that hypothetical support system at all. And given that he actually returns to Kansas without the one person who we know supported him before coming to England, it comes across as a terribly isolating situation.

So why would Ted choose to part from his found family, even though bringing his son into that family would be an option? My theory is that he just really fucking hates himself. I think he wants to punish himself, maybe for being away from Henry for so long, maybe for something else. I don't think he believes that he deserves love or even credit for how he helped the club.

I mean, Rebecca and Trent offer him exactly that this episode: credit for what the did for the club.

And he rejects them both, choosing instead to remove himself from their lives, to erase himself from the narrative.

I think he's lower mentally than we've seen him for a while.

I think he's in his dark forest.

So the plane departs and then lands. And Ted is back in Kansas, driven through the prosaic, picket-fenced, isolating, depressing American suburbs to the house where Henry and the ex-wife who doesn't love him are waiting for him.

And the light might be golden, and he might be reunited with his son. But as we close in on the last shot of the show, you can see his smile try to fight the sadness in his eyes and you know.

He's not happy.

#ted lasso #ted lasso spoilers

[thewritingbeforesunrise]

A flame for going home.

18+ ONLY. MINORS DNI

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A/N: This thought invaded my mind this morning and I couldn't function until I wrote it down.

I should work on other things but this was everything I could think about the whole day.

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Word count: 1.2K

Pairing: Jake x female!reader

Warnings: NSFW 18+ONLY, graphic sexual content, oral (f!receiving).

Summary: Frustrated Jake needs you more than he needs air.

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It was the middle of the night when he finally came home.

The alarm clock on your bedside table signaled it was 3:25 AM.

And oh, you could tell he was pissed.

But you already knew that.

You knew that because, when you had texted him asking if he was coming home for dinner, he had replied with a single word.

No.

Usually, he never replied like that.

His love for unusual eccentric words often translated into long elaborated texts that sounded more like intricate handwritten letters from a lost time than quick words that traveled through the ether at the speed of the light.

This time it was different.

And, of course, you knew better than pissing him off even further by calling him.

You knew he wouldn't answer anyway.

So you ate what you had cooked alone and put his portions in the fridge, ready to be reheated for him when he finally came home.

Hours upon hours in the studio often resulted in him coming home frustrated beyond belief, often upset with himself or his brothers because something hadn't turned out as perfectly as they wished. So you didn't worry too much about it.

You had settled up everything for a relaxing bath for him too, in hopes to soothe his sleep.

He always had so much trouble sleeping when he was frustrated like that, even if he was really tired.

A hot bath usually calmed his nerves and helped him lull himself to sleep.

The sound of the front door slamming shut was what roused you from your slumber, along with a loud thud, probably caused by his guitar case being abandoned rather violently on the entrance floor.

You swore to yourself you'd stay awake to wait for him, but sleep had the best on you.

You heard him make his way up the stairs without a single word.

You tried to untangle yourself from the mess of blankets to stand and greet him with a sweet kiss.

You managed to sit on the edge of the bed but before you could stand he was already by the door.

Even in the low light of the room you could see that his jaw was set, his mouth a straight line.

“Hey baby, how are you? Dinner is in the fridge, let me get it ready for you.” You said, slowly peeling the covers from your body, your voice raspy and filled with sleep.

“I don't need that right now” he said, his voice was so razor sharp and harsh that you felt a pang of hurt in your chest.

He moved. His long strides brought him closer in a second. His sulken eyes rounded by dark circles pierced your soul and made you shiver.

You saw as his eyes darkened even more as his gaze traveled to your exposed legs.

Your heartbeat picked up.

Suddenly he dropped to his knees right in front of you using the covers that had slipped off the bed as a pillow and buried his face in your lap, inhaling deeply and holding his breath for a few seconds.

The sudden contact of his freezing skin with the hot one of your bare thighs made you gasp and shiver. Your hands buried into his hair and started massaging his scalp.

His hands grasped your hips and squeezed them so tightly you were sure he was leaving marks in their wake.

He tugged you swiftly towards the edge of the bed and his deft fingers hooked into your panties.

Then his eyes met yours from below silently, pleading with you to end his misery, pupils blown out and lips swollen from a day of biting and torturing the skin there waiting for this moment that had seemed every second farther from his grasp.

You knew what he was asking you and you nodded.

He needed it.

As soon as you nodded your head, he tugged at the fabric of your underwear, bringing it down your legs at record speed.

When his tongue finally made contact with the warmth between your legs, he groaned loudly and you gasped.

His hands tightened on your hips as he brought his face impossibly closer to you, inhaling deeply and humming at your taste. Your hands tightened in his hair.

“Jake” you whispered but he didn't separate from you. If possible, he pushed himself even further against you.

You didn't know how he managed to breath, but in all honesty it looked like breathing was the last thing on his mind at that moment.

His warm tongue never ceased to stroke your heat, paying close attention to your clit and drawing mindless shapes against and around it.

The hint of his mustache was driving you crazy.

The whimpers leaving your lips mirrored the little breathy moans and groans he let out against your damp skin.

When his scorching hot tongue slipped inside of you and his blunt nails dug into your skin, you came with a sweet tired chant of his name on your lips.

But he didn't stop.

His eyes flicked briefly upwards but he didn't even come up for air.

He delved right back in with no other care in the world that wasn't to feel you, taste you and breathe you in for the rest of his life.

Your body fell backwards on the bed and he moved closer. He moaned softly against your skin as your legs instinctively closed around his head, the vibrations of it making your back arch and your grip in his hair tighten.

You couldn't see it but his eyes rolled back the more you tugged at his hair and the more your cunt gushed for him. He drank you in relentlessly like he was trying to quench a never ending thirst.

He gifted you three orgasms that night, one more mind blowing than the last.

Then when he had had enough and you were trembling and had tears of pleasure streaking your cheeks, he slumped on the bed and wrapped you in a much awaited hug, breathing heavily.

“I needed that so bad, angel. Thank you” he whispered against your neck.

You didn't have words to answer him. His talented tongue and mouth had erased every little bit of sanity you still possessed.

You simply kissed him and tried to fix his disheveled hair.

An indefinite amount of time later you detangled yourself from him with a quick peck on his lips and a smile that he mirrored. You slowly made your way downstairs on wobbly legs, ignoring his grumbling about staying there with him.

You got him some snacks and a bottle of water and returned upstairs.

When you rounded the corner and entered the bedroom you were met with Jake’s sleeping form sprawled underneath the covers, his breathing deep and even and his face buried in your pillow.

He had the most beautiful and peaceful smile on his face as he slept soundly with your sweet taste still on his lips.

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[cupids-scream-queen]

┆ ° ♡ • ➵ Silent Night ♡

-> Brahms Heelshire x f!reader

Warnings: None! Fluff.

.·:*¨ ¨*:·.

It was cold. It was December, the air was crisp and hurt your lungs. It was quiet, the tranquil sounds of nature surrounding you as you continued the car ride.

He was, of course, waiting for you at home--obedient as ever, waiting for you to tell him everything while making his favorite meal. Brahms was like that, and you knew it, and you found yourself enjoying that part of him, the little boy that relied on you for so much.

Brahms Heelshire was the man-child you were tasked with being the nanny of, and initially, it was an easy job. A doll was provided at first, and you quickly grew attached to it, and treated it as if it were your own flesh and blood. You always were attached to dolls, that was simply something that you've always done, even as a little kid.

"Hey? Brahms? I'm back," Strong arms wrapped around your middle, and Brahms pressed up against you, feeling your warmth. He closed the door, pushing you inside farther.

"You came back, good," He said, his voice with a hint of sadness. "I was worried."

"I've been gone before, hon," You pointed out, and Brahms shook his head.

"No, you were gone for a long time. Longer than normal," Brahms held you tighter, afraid of losing you. "And I didn't want you to abandon me."

"Brahmsy, I'm not going to do that, alright?"

"What if-"

"I haven't left yet, have I? If I were going to--and I'm not--I would've done so already. I want to stay here, Brahms, with you. I like it here. Why would I leave?"

"If you didn't like me anymore," He whispered, and you felt your heart sink into your stomach. He thought you'd leave? As if you could ever carve him out of your heart--he was part of you now, whether you liked it or not. He was always going to be part of you, and you knew it.

"I would never not like you, sugar. How could you even say that?" Cupping his cheek, you shuffled out of the doorframe, leading him to a couch. "Come here, hon. Let's cuddle, alright? Would that make you feel better?"

"Yes," Brahms practically carried you to the couch, and took your shoes and jacket off for you. He climbed on top of you, his body warm and heavy like a weighted blanket. "Mine."

"Yes, Brahms, yours," You tell him, and he sighs, pressing his face into your chest and hearing your heartbeat. You played with his hair, which was washed yesterday. "All yours."

"Forever?" Brahms asked, and you nodded. Forever. It was something Brahms could get used to the idea of, that's for sure. He wanted you around, and if you were willing to stay that meant it was easier for him to keep you. A good experience for all parties.

"Yes, forever," You hummed, and you could feel Brahm's body melt into yours, his breathing evening out and his body weight fully collapse onto you. He was falling asleep, and soon he started snoring, his trust in you allowing him to fall asleep in your arms, a comfort he could only dream of a few years ago.

"Goodnight, my love," You whispered quietly, tucking a kiss on the porcelain of his mask.

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[edens-pen]

𝙞 𝙖𝙢 𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 (𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙖𝙫𝙖𝙞𝙡𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚) | 𝙚𝙙𝙙𝙞𝙚 𝙢𝙪𝙣𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙭 𝙗𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙠!𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

summary | you have a tendency to take on too much, thankfully eddie knows how to lighten the load before you collapse.

word count | 2,050

pairing | modern!eddie munson x black!reader (bonnet, braids, deep brown skin + black girl hair care)

warnings | minor angst, hurt + comfort, very brief mentions of sex: (overstimulation, bondage, oral (f receiving), edging, thigh riding, dacryphilia), dom!eddie, casual dominance (at reader’s request), sub!reader

a/n | eddie is like 25, super mature, knows how to communicate and handle conflict…so if that scares you, i’m sorry. this is also super self indulgent, i’m going through it, if you couldn’t tell. also i didn’t proofread this, i’m sorry again.

[ 18 + | minors do not interact! ]

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It had been 5 days of radio silence. No calls, no texts, absolutely nothing from you.

Eddie knew that you took it hard when you two fought, but it usually never lasted this long. You two were usually able to resolve things in a day or two, but sometimes it was a bit harder.

You and Eddie were near polar opposites, where Eddie tended to be more easygoing, you were tense. He knew it was a result of your family and the intense weight of the world that constantly rested on your shoulders. Some days, it seemed like it was breaking your back, and you wouldn’t allow Eddie to help.

He tried pushing you to open up, to tell him about what was bothering you, but each time you told him not to worry and shrugged it off.

Everything boiled over last week.

“You don’t treat me like your boyfriend,” Eddie remembers hissing. “You treat me like a distant cousin, why can’t you just trust me?”

“I do trust you!” You turned around, meeting his eyes. You abandoned the work at your desk in favor of pushing the argument farther. “Why do you insist on knowing everything? On being in everything?”

Eddie threw his hands up in frustration, “Once again, I’m your boyfriend, I want to know, I want to help!”

“Help me by shutting the door on your way out,” You growled, eyes ablaze with anger. 

Effectively, you had shut down the argument when he was getting too close, it was something he knew all too well.

Grabbing his jacket, he slipped his shoes on as he made his way to the door. 

“Y’know, I’m trying to love you…I’m just asking you to let me.”

Eddie hadn’t heard from you since then. If he were a weaker man, a less confident man, a man who didn’t love you as much as he does, he would’ve left you alone. That would’ve been the end of it.

But he knows you. He knows what makes your eyebrows furrow, he knows what makes your hands shake, he knows what makes you sweat. So he’s not going to leave you alone.

So, on the sixth day of silence, he made his way to your place after his rehearsal with Corroded Coffin. He knew that you hid in the back when he came to see you at work today and that was enough to let him know that he really needed to speak to you.

He used the key that you absentmindedly slipped into his pocket one afternoon when he had spent the weekend with you. You always tended to do things like that without much fanfare, trying to minimize the impact, so you could protect yourself if things backfired.

Entering your apartment, Eddie tucked his shoes in the corner where they always go, and slipped his jacket on the hook. He could hear you typing away, almost like that evening when you told him to leave.

But Eddie always comes back.

He knows you heard him come in, and he knows you’re doing your best to pretend like you don’t see him. So he lingers in the doorway of your bedroom, and takes note of the space. Your trashcan is overflowing with discarded paper, your bed is a mess of sheets and pillows, and you’re still wearing your work uniform.

He doesn’t need to see your face to know that there are bags under your eyes, that you’re likely on your fifth cup of coffee, and your hands are starting to shake. He doesn’t interrupt though, not until midnight. He knows your assignments are due at 11:59, anything after that is fair game.

Instead, he busies himself in the kitchen. You haven’t got much in the way of groceries and he makes a note to go to the store in the morning. He scrunches up the ingredients that are not dead or brown and makes some spaghetti. It’s hot and steaming, and he’s just turning down the stove when you saunter into the kitchen.

You look beautiful, tired, but beautiful.

“Hey,” You whisper and your voice is weak. You’re getting up to shuffle past him, moving to get the plates. “How was the rehearsal?”

As always, Eddie knows what you’re trying to do. He knows when you just want to ignore things, move past them and bury them, praying that they never come up again. They usually don’t, not in the same form at least. They resurrect in the form of another argument, then settle in the growing chasm of things you don’t wanna talk about.

He can’t let you do that tonight, he has something to say.

“Sit down,” Eddie sighs, pulling out the chair at the kitchen table.

You turn around to see the serious look on his face and you decide against arguing with him tonight. So you listen, for once, and you take a seat at the kitchen table. You keep your eyes fixed on the wood of the table while Eddie stares at the side of your head.

He sets the food down in front of you, handing you a fork, and then watches you eat.

He knows you hate eye contact, he knows it feels too intimate. He knows that you’re afraid he’ll see something he doesn’t like.

“I’m your boyfriend,” Eddie says very simply, like it’s a fact that needs to be reiterated to you. “I’m not Robin, or Nancy, or your fucking office manager. I’m your boyfriend and I love you.”

You swallow harshly and that’s okay. He knows this part doesn’t come easy to you.

“But I can’t love you like this, when you’re hiding from me, when you’re taking on too much, when you won’t let me help you. You’re supposed to share the burden, that’s what makes this a relationship.”

You chuckle, “You got that from The View?” 

“Actually, it was The Kelly Clarkson Show, she’s got a lot of interesting things to say,” Eddie raps his knuckles against the table, calling your attention to his face. “She’s also right. I hate when we’re not talking, I keep trying to figure out how to help, but maybe you don’t want me to help. Maybe, you don’t think this is working.”

Eddie hears your breath catch in your throat and watches as you turn away. You sit in silence for a moment and then you grab his outstretched hand. You set your fork down on the cleared plate and give yourself a moment to think. He runs his thumb along the back of your hand, noting the difference in size, and the deep, rich tone of your brown skin. You squeeze once and then again.

“I love you,” You whisper, voice cracking at the end. “I keep wanting to be better at this. I keep trying to do this right, but I’m fucking it up. I want your help, so, please…don’t leave. I know you want to help, but I don’t want you to think…that I’m weak.”

Grasping your chin, Eddie turns you to look at him. Your eyes are brimming with tears, exhaustion written all over your face.

“I wake up in the morning to seventeen text messages with people who need things from me. My job practically falls apart at the seams if I’m not there. My group project needs me to lead them, along with my four other classes, and the extra credit I’m doing. My parents keep pushing me as an example to my siblings,” You shudder a little bit, keeping your eyes away from Eddie. “I have to do everything. And if I let one thing slip, everything falls. Every decision is mine and I’m so…tired.”

Eddie brushes his knuckles along your cheek, swiping the wetness away. “How could I ever think you were weak when you’ve been carrying all this by yourself?”

Your face softens for a moment and you get up, setting your plate in the sink and packing away the food in the fridge before coming to stand next to Eddie.

He watches as you wipe your face harshly and take a deep breath. 

“I’m sorry for fighting with you.”

Pushing back from the table, Eddie gestures to his empty lap and you slide over him, relaxing in his embrace. He gathers your twists from the back of your neck and gently trails his fingers along the top of your spine.

Eddie knows your body like a song he wrote himself, every key, every note is plain to him, and he plays them well.

“Let me help you,” He speaks over your shoulder and he feels you nod wearily in his arms.

Hoisting you up, he walks you both into the bathroom, setting you on the bathroom counter. He turns on the shower, allowing the water to get warm while he undresses you both. Guiding you into the shower, you allow Eddie to wash you. He scrubs the day from your body and kisses each limb as he does.

Eddie wraps you in a big towel, setting you back on the counter as he brushes your teeth and goes through the motions of your skincare routine. He tucks your hair into your bonnet, making sure to catch everything under the silk.

And when he lays in bed with you, he makes you promise that you’ll let him help.

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“She’ll have a large slushie,” Eddie voices to Steve as you rest your head against his shoulder, your fingers intertwined with his. Taking the cup from Steve, he smiles, “Let me fill it. She likes cherry, blue raspberry, then cherry on the top.”

You don’t have to speak or think, Eddie just does it. He hands you the slushie while he holds the tub of popcorn and he leads you into the theater. Eddie picked the movie, one that just came out, and pushed up the armrest to cuddle you into his side.

When you guys get home late from the movie, he tucks you into bed, laying on top of you like your own weighted blanket, it makes your restless nights easier, and his breath tickling your chest relaxes you quickly.

Once your alarm blares heavily in the morning, he calls in sick to your job and tells you to go back to sleep, which you do.

He’s been doing a lot of this lately. Taking the decisions out of your hands. It’s not a major thing, but it feels major to you. He orders your meals and he picks your date ideas.

It��s not up for debate when he tells you to delegate responsibilities for your group project and makes sure to interrupt Zoom calls and library meetings, letting it be known that it’s time for you to wrap it up.

He waits outside your job and when it’s been 30 minutes, he goes inside to get you. It looks cute to your coworkers, but he’s really just limiting your overtime, making sure you don’t spend too much time at work.

Calls from your parents go unanswered or interrupted. Eddie has you answer on speaker and once they start prying on the state of your job or your college GPA, he calls your phone, and gives you an excuse to hang up on them.

Last Saturday you sat between his legs as he braided your hair. His fingers worked nimbly at detangling, parting, and braiding each section. You watched TV as he took his time and did this for you.

Eddie takes care of you.

–

Eddie also takes care of you.

He doesn’t ask you which position you want him in, he doesn’t ask if you want his mouth on you, he doesn’t ask at all.

You two establish a safeword and once Eddie starts undressing you, you stop thinking. It takes a few tries to get it right because you feel like Eddie has given you so much.

He gives you time, space, rest, and pleasure. You keep fighting against his hands, always fiddling with his belt, or trying to flip him over. You keep wanting to do something, you hate being still.

So Eddie cuffs you to the bed and forces you to just enjoy yourself.

He parts your legs and eats you out the entire night. He doesn’t stop to jerk off, and he’d later tell you that he came in his pants when you started crying from the overstimulation. He gives you a snack and some water, and resumes his position between your legs.

Eddie takes his time flicking his tongue against your clit, rolling your nipples between his teeth, and sinking his fingers into your cunt. He learns that he can make you cum with his mouth against your ear and your pussy rubbing against his thigh.

He forces you to get off as many times as you can without thinking about his pleasure. 

On the more difficult nights, he’ll edge you until you’re begging him to let you cum. Right when you’re on the edge, he’ll ask you if you deserve it. Once you whine a broken “yes,” he gives in.

Tension bleeds from your body under his hands. He works you until you nearly pass out, only uncuffing you once he’s sure you can’t take it anymore.

–

Eddie’s spread out on the couch when you come home from work early. His eyes flicker over to you, watching you shrug off your coat, and coming to stand in front of him. He pauses the TV, waiting for you to speak.

You clear your throat and slide onto his lap, pointedly keeping your eyes on his. It feels invasive and you want to squirm, but the way Eddie’s looking at you makes you relax. He doesn’t know why you’re doing this or even what this is, but he likes to look at you.

Cupping his cheeks in your hand, you kiss his lips. “Hi.”

“Hey,” He whispers when you pull back. He rubs his hands up and down his back.

“I love you, y’know?” You say, pecking his lips quickly. “I know I don’t always do this right, but thank you for being patient. I haven’t–I don’t–” You take a second, and Eddie doesn’t interrupt, he knows you need to say this. “I haven’t had someone take care of me before, I don’t think I’ve really had someone love me like this before. I’m glad that I get to have this with you.”

He lets your words wash over him while he looks at you. Running his hands over your hair, Eddie kisses your forehead and leans back against the couch, bringing you to lay against his chest. 

After a few moments of silence, Eddie speaks. “I do all this because I love you. I don’t want anything in return. Seeing you happy and relaxed and full, that’s what makes me happy.” He plays with the waistband of your jeans. “Knowing that you feel loved, knowing that you trust me, that’s what makes me happy. You being giggly and singing in the shower is what I want, it’s all I want, for the rest of my life.”

You relax against his chest and Eddie hits play on TV, resuming his show. In a bit, he’ll pick you up and take you to shower with him, and that night you’ll fall asleep in his arms, feeling the lightest you’ve felt in years.

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The wheels of fate can't be stopped

Rating: 18+ Minors DNI

Pairing: Eriks X F!Reader

CW: Sick, past reveal, medical inaccuracies, kidnapping, character death, self-sacrifice, heartbreak, body dysmorphia, orgasm, plant dick, oral sex, p in V sex, creampie, being abandoned.

Word count: Roughly 11K words

A/N: Well part three… and a whole train of angsts.

A familiar figure from your past reappears with a new name. At the same time, a certain dark-haired priest arrives and your little slice of paradise is falling through your fingers.

Just in time for the one-year anniversary of episode 12 of Trigun Stampede and the 29th of the first printing of Trigun.

You chuckle as you feel a rough palm trail down your thigh just under the surface of the water in the tub. “Really? Are you ready for another round again?” 

“I’m always ready for another round with you.” A shifting of the water and the scared chest you're leaning against moves and a pair of chapped lips press into your damp locks. “You’re the one that needs to recover my Sweetness.�� You chuckle because he's not wrong, in the time since the two of you had first become intimate its always the same. You're exhausted long before Eriks is even winded. 

“I don't know where you find all that stamina but I wish I could match it.” Leaning more of your weight back against his chest and curling your fingers between his before lifting your intertwined hands to kiss his knuckles. “We'd probably never leave the bedroom.” 

“We would, Lina would yell how we make too much noise.” You laugh, thinking back on the past few months and the change in your lives and living arrangements. For a short while you and Eriks had tried to stay in your separate rooms. 

Except neither of you stayed in said rooms once the sunset. 

The first night afterward you crept into Eriks bed with a soft statement of how you were cold, and Eriks had answered how he couldn't have that. 

The next night Eriks crept into your bed saying he could hear you coughing and wanted to make sure you were alright. By alright he meant curled up in his arms with your head above his heart and his fingers sliding down the bare skin of your back. 

“The two of you aren't subtle at all.” Lina had snorted the next morning as you both stepped out of your room dressed. Yet after a week even Granny was rolling her eyes at the pair of you. After that, the two of you did a little furniture rearranging so your two dressers were in your room, not that you needed that much space since everything you owned just filled a single drawer. Yet you knew Eriks had a few things he kept tucked away and you respected his privacy, the only thing you had asked him was what drawers he didn't want you going into. 

Then came your attempts at soundproofing the room. Attempts because so far the only thing that seemed to work was when your mouths were locked together and you swallowing the other's noises of pleasure. 

“On the subject of getting out of things, the waters starting to cool. We should get out.” You grumble, Eriks is right but between your bedroom at night and the occasional shared bath you don't have a lot of alone time. “Don't be like that Sweetness, I don't want you getting a cold again.” 

You slump down more in the water so you can lean farther back to look at Eriks. Even like this, the adoration for you is clear in his eyes. “I really don't wa-” 

“Come on! Other people need to use the bathroom you two!” Lina. If you've ever thought of her as a younger sister right now she also hits the annoying younger sibling box with her antics. 

“I swear that girl has the worst timing.” Grumbling under your breath only for Eriks to chuckle as his hands wrap around your arms to help you to your feet and out of the tub just in front of him. 

“Or great timing to make sure you don’t try something.” That makes you smile since you have been known to try and extend bath time with your hand around his length. “Now come on Sweetness, we have a full day ahead of us. The three of us are supposed to head into town to pick up supplies.” 

“Right.” You’d forgotten, drying your skin and pulling on your clean clothes while Eriks does the same. Watching him dress always makes you feel something in your core, just the way his fingers move makes you hum in pleasure knowing those same digits are just as dexterous with your body as the buttons and snaps of his clothing. 

“Stop thinking naughty things.” Chuckling as you’re called out by the man before both of you head through the door as Lina rushes past the two of you. 

“Get out!” You shake your head as she hurries past you and slams the door behind you. 

“I guess she needed to go.” Smirking as Eriks loops one of his arms around you and starts to guide you towards the kitchen to wait for the teen before the three of you head into town. 

As you pick up your groceries and some of Granny’s pain medication a group you had never hoped to see returns to town. Grabbing Lina by the back of her shirt as their truck goes by and you yank her into the alley beside you and Eriks as the bandits raid the bank. Wincing at the carnage. 

“This town belongs to Vash the Stampede now, so you better do as we say!” It makes your stomach churn, missing the way Eriks flinches as you stare at the stoic figure perched atop the armored vehicle. 

They might look like the wanted posters for Vash the Stampede, but you know better.

It’s the leader of your old gang, the one that left you behind with a laugh several years ago. Now he’s pretending to be Vash and your blood boils at them using the most feared outlaw's name for their own benefit. He left you to die, and if it hadn’t of been for Lina’s parents you’d be dead for certain. 

“That guy needs his ass kicked” slapping your hand over the teens mouth as she pulls your attention away from the man you had once thought of as your friend and perhaps a little something more. “We are not the ones to do it, Lina. That man isn’t a good man, trust me.” Turning your head more towards Eriks and biting your lip as you take notice of the tremble in his hand. “I think we should get back home before we’re spotted.” Part of you wondering what the reaction of your old bandit group would be if they saw you again, part of you knows you don’t want to find out. 

“Home, sounds like a good idea.” Nodding Eriks adjusts the bags in his arms before swallowing, keeping to the shadows of the back alleys of town towards the outskirts where your home is.

The most difficult part of the journey trying to keep Lina from screaming what kind of cowards they are while Eriks peers around every corner before the three of you dart across the open spaces. Lina doesn’t remember the first time the group came to town, she was too young and you’re glad for that. Shoving your own guilt down at the life you once lived, but you were done with that now and hiding with Granny to try and make up in some way for that. 

Once your little home is in view as the door closes behind you, you can’t help but sigh and sag with relief. Rubbing the back of your neck and looking to the floor hoping you had get your hammering heart to slow down. 

“What the hell is wrong with you two!” She’s mad, turning with her hands in fists as she stomps her foot in frustration. 

“Lina! Language!” Snapping at her while still trying to soothe some of the tension from your body. 

“What in the world?” Sheryl makes her appearance from the kitchen and you see the way she glances across the three of you. No doubt taking in your body postures and the strain the three of you seem to be holding. 

“Bandits showed up in town Granny! And they didn’t do-”

“There was nothing we could do Lina.” Cutting the young lady off Eriks wears a grimance, his mouth a firm line on his handsome face. “If we had been seen we would have been killed like the people in the bank.”

“You don’t know that!” 

“Yes.” Your voice is flat and void of any emotion. “We do Lina.” You hate to break the little spitfire and her view of the world but you have to, there are some fights that it is easier to just back down or not engage in. No matter how wrong it is. “Those bandits aren’t the kind of people to let anyone that stands up to them live.” Raising your head towards Granny you catch her eyes, and see the glimmer of understanding in them. 

You don’t need to voice that you know who these bandits are and Sheryl understands why you won’t go more into detail. Instead, you follow behind Eriks who heads into the kitchen with the bags and leave the two blood relatives to talk because, for the first time in ages, you feel like this isn’t a conversation for you to be a part of. 

Working in silence to put the items you bought in their proper place you can sense the tension growing thicker between you and Eriks. You’re trying to avoid being too close to him, you don’t deserve to be with all the things you’ve done. Yet every step feels like your mind betraying you and your attempts to wallow as you remember the happy memories since you started living with Granny and Lina. 

Granny swatting your fingers when you tried to swipe fresh baked goods from under her nose. Her oven mitts on her hands as she glared at you with a look that could have sent the devil himself running. 

Learning to cook under Granny’s instructions, for a while your fingers had been covered in small knicks from the paring knife as you learned how to peel vegetables.  

Laughing with Lina when a bag of flour fell from a higher cupboard, coating the entire space in white while Granny yelled at the two of you about being more careful. 

You also have more than a few happy memories with Eriks in the kitchen that keep invading your mind since his arrival as well, running as if pictures in a book. 

Lina blowing out the candles on her birthday cake with enough force that some of the frosting ended up on Eriks shirt. 

Granny using Eriks as an extended arm for the shelves she could no longer reach without a stool, ordering him around like a little boy as she made sweets instead of the grown man he was. 

Eriks leaning his weight against you from behind as you tried to make stew, him whispering in your ear directions on what you needed to do to make the broth thicker. Only for him to get kicked by Lina with her yelling about him needing to keep his flirting to your bedroom. 

“Are you alright?” You don’t remember when you finished putting things away, lost in your head but as Eriks rests his larger scared hand over yours you’re returned to the present. 

Shifting your head to look up into his eyes, taking note of the bland expression he’s still wearing though the concern in those beautiful orbs is hard to hide. You should tell him the truth about those bandits, but you’re still as selfish as when you were one of those assholes. Shaking your head as you curl into his standing form, loosely wrapping your arms around his waist as you lean against his chest. “No.” 

He doesn’t say anything more for now, instead returning the embrace and tapping his fingers along your back. 

The rest of the day passes in a flash, between completing chores and tasks around the home. The somber mood is palatable when you all sit down at the table, at least before Sheryl lays down the law for your little family. No more moping around because you’re all here and everyone is still alive, but until that bandit group leaves no one is leaving the house unless it’s for an emergency. 

You’re lucky that the house is tucked away from the town outskirts by a few dunes, and that you aren’t near the main drag to be seen. Otherwise, you doubt your small slice of paradise would have been left untouched. 

After you finish eating and the dishes are washed and away you find your usual routine returning, with your threadbare blanket around your shoulders and your cup of tea in hand as you head out to the porch and sit on the swing hanging from the rafters. Looking up to the sky and watching the stars slowly appear among the almost inky backdrop as you sip at the brew.

At the creaking of the wooden slates you don’t turn your head, only one person in the house has the bulk to make them that loud. “Do you want some company?” Your hand shakes briefly, it’s been a long time since Eriks asked to join you.

“Of course I do.” Blinking the dampness from your eyes as he joins you, his thigh touching yours and you can’t take the small divide. Standing to loosen your blanket and tossing it over one of his shoulders before sitting with almost space between your bodies and biting your lip. “I” You start only to freeze. 

You don’t even know what to say to him right now. 

As if sensing your trepidation Eriks makes another adjustment, his hand following the curve of your back before resting on your hip and easing you closer to him. The sound of his steady heartbeat helps as you gather your thoughts. 

“That man isn’t Vash the Stampede.” You start, feeling a tremor along his fingers as if he wants to grip your body tighter against him. “I know that because I used to be part of his gang.” If you’re going to lose Eriks, you might as well rip the bandage off as quickly as possible. “You know I have a condition, I didn’t have it when I was a bandit.” Your grip on the mug in your hand grows tighter, and you can see the paling of your joints from the pressure. 

“I sort of figured out you were a bandit, but you changed.” His voice is painfully soft and it eats at you how he can say it without any hint of judgment in his tone.

“It wasn’t really up to me.” Swallowing before you launch into the past. “I was as bad as they were, I didn’t care who I killed as long as I had food to eat. I just cared about myself. Then when I joined that gang I thought I found a place to belong, I used to sort of sleep with the guy pretending to be the humanoid typhoon.” You can’t help the tears that slowly slip down your face, not because you had loved the bandit leader. No, because you had been foolish enough to think he saw you as more than a pawn. “I thought when I got sick he’d keep me with the group.” Laughing at your own misfortune and the sound echos around the partially enclosed space, what a naive fool you had been. 

“He didn’t.” 

“No. He didn’t” You agree. “The bastard left me to die after taking everything but the clothes on my back.” This time Eriks doesn’t hold back, his grip tightening just to the point before it would become bruising on your skin. “I thought I was going to die in that haze of fever and sickness, instead I was saved by Lina’s parents.” Licking your lips as the heat from your mug has cooled, leaving the tips of your fingers cold now. “They took me in and for a while, I thought it was so they could turn me in for a paltry bounty. Instead, they made me a part of their family and for the first time in my life, I felt like I belonged somewhere.” Choking back your sobs now as your body starts to shake. 

Eriks gently removes his arm from around you to take the mug from your shaking fingers, placing it on the ground beside him before pulling you into his lap and resting his chin atop your head as you cry into his chest. “It’s alright Sweetness.” Cooing down at you as you sob harder.

“No, it’s not. I’m a bandit and you should hate me.”

“Ex-bandit. And I love you, you silly thing. We all make mistakes and you’ve grown from yours.” His voice carries a tone of authority that rings in the air as his words settle into your mind, it’s the first time he’s said that word. “I suspected some of your past remember, and that doesn’t change how I feel about you.” Chuckling low now and it brings more tears to your eyes. “I guess you’ve got a thing for blonds.” Trying to ease some of the tension, and it works. 

Snorting at his humor. “I did. Now I have a thing for a man with two toned hair.” Lifting a hand to cup his cheek as you lean back, pushing some of the blond away to see the darker strands underneath. Taking a few moments to stare at his face before you speak again. “For the record, I love you too.” 

Another chuckle before Eriks turns his head to kiss your palm, making you smile as the stubble rubs against the work rough skin that lines your hand. “Thank you for telling me Sweetness, it gives me another reason to keep you out of town.” Nodding at his words before you both start to speak about different things, watching the stars before retiring to bed.

The plan to stay in the house had been a good one, but it seems always you have terrible luck. A week after the bandits arrived in town and seemed hell bent on staying, you started coughing more. Trying to hide it from everyone as it began to pain your chest, an ache in your bones you couldn’t shake. 

It worked.

For a while. Until at breakfast, you started coughing at the table and blood dripped from between your fingers. 

“How long has this been going on for?” Sheryl was furious as she stood, a cloth to your mouth and her hand on your forehead. “You don’t have a fever I can feel, at least that’s one good thing.” 

“It doesn’t matt-”

“Yes, it does Love.” Eriks has risen to his feet, looking down at you with the light above glaring on his glasses you can’t see his eyes and his face is grim once more. “You need to see the doctor.”

“It’s not worth the risk.” You try to argue before another coughing fit takes you as if your sickness is doing everything in its power to reveal the hold it has on you after you tried to hide it for almost a full week. 

“It’s worth the risk compared to losing you.” Looking at Lina you can see the fear in her eyes, she’s already lost two family members in her life. She can’t lose a third. “Please, let me and Eriks take you to the doctor!” 

Your arguments are lost to the flurry of movement as Granny agrees and the other two rush off to get ready, Eriks stating he’s going to carry you if he has to. It’s a touching gesture except you have a horrible sinking feeling in your gut and within minutes you find yourself being held aloft by your lover. 

“Keep your arms around my neck and if you need to cough, cough into my chest once we get to town. We need to keep to the back alleys and out of sight.” You can’t hide the trembling of your hands as you grasp your elbows, and if you weren’t so worried you might have enjoyed being carried like a bride in his arms. 

Following behind Lina as she repeats the actions of Eriks two weeks earlier once the three of you reach the edge of town. Peering around the buildings and waving you forward towards the doctor’s office. The town. Is a mess. Debris littering the spaces the smell of death heavy on the light breeze, hiding your face against Eriks as the cloying scent has you coughing harder than at your little home. 

It feels like a miracle when you slip into the back door of the clinic, the doctor pulled away the every growing pile of injuries caused by the new leadership in town to give you a check up. Tsking in frustration as he listens to your lungs and the sounds he can hear coming from inside your chest. 

“You’ve got an infection on top of your condition.” Pulling his gloves off while Eriks grip on your hand tightens. “You’re lucky, if you waited any longer it might have been fatal for you.” You don’t miss the look of fear and concern on your lover's face as his head snaps towards you. “Thankfully, a week of antibiotics and rest should see you right as rain. Well, if you survive the newest inhabitants of town.” 

“Thank you, Doctor.” Rubbing your back while the medical professional leaves to get the medication for you. 

“You dummy!” Grunting as Lina delivers a swift kick to your upper thigh that has you arching your back from the pain lacing up your body. “You could have died!” 

“It’s ok Lina, I’ll be alright now you’ll see.” If only you knew the trauma that was about to befall you all as you’re spotted by a bald one-eyed man as you leave the clinic. One that decided to try and grope Lina as you attempted to return home, only for the teen to respond by slamming her foot into his forehead. 

“Hang on tight Sweetness!” Part yelped part whispered as you cling to Eriks, amazed as he scoops Lina under one arm and has the other holding your butt as he runs with both of you. 

“Eriks!” You don’t make a noise, too busy coughing as Lina puts up a small fight as Eriks sprints around alleyways before entering the main street and deciding to dart into the saloon. If only you had noticed the armored tank that just blew up the bus trying to leave town and the figure standing atop it taking notice of you held in the tall man’s arms. 

Crashing through the saloon doors you don’t see every gun in the room pointed toward the three of you, clutching the little bag of medicine to your chest and trying to keep a hold of Lina. “Oh it’s just Lina.” From someone followed by a mutter of your and Eriks name as Lina finally wins her struggle to get out of Eriks arm. 

“Oh, my ass!” Huffing her frustration as she shrugs over the hand trying to keep her close “Let go of me Eriks.” Taking the time to release your death grip on Eriks shirt as your feet touch the floor, only to scowl at the teen beside you. “Hey barkeep I need a shot.” In one swift move, you lift your hand and slap the back of her head.

“Don’t you dare Missy.” It doesn’t matter that you’re lungs are on fire from the brief exhortation as you frown at her. “You’re not drinking on my watch.” Letting Eriks tug the small bag from your arm and opening it with a motion to the man behind the bar for water. 

“I didn’t say it was for me!” Rolling your eyes as two glasses of water appear on the counter. 

“What’s going on you three? Everything alright with your Grandmother Lina?” A tap to the back of your hand as your disheveled lover places one of the pills in your palm. Ignoring Lina and the barkeep for a moment as you swallow the first of your antibiotics and take a sip of water. 

Nodding at you Eriks pushes the bag toward you on the counter before starting to do his big brother version of yelling at Lina for her actions. Not that you could blame her after that bastard grabbed her butt like that, taking another mouthful of water as you glance around. There aren’t a lot of familiar faces in the saloon. 

Not a lot in the sense that there should be a lot more of the regulars around than there are and the reason for their missing isn’t hard to figure out. There are a few actual unfamiliar faces, one of whom is standing beside you with a bowl of food in front of him. Someone that is staring from the corner of his eye right at Eriks and you feel a sense of unease wash over you about this man. 

Opening your mouth to ask him what seems so fascinating about your lover, only for an explosion to rock the side of the building and blow the doors of the saloon off. “Damn. You just had to go and ruin my meal.” Muttering under his breath. 

The sound of the stranger's voice is just background noise as you turn to look out into the opening, seeing the bastard who grabbed Lina’s butt holding someone under arm that looks like they’ve had the shit beat out of them. You can’t hold back the snort at the one eyed man that sort of reminds you of cannon ball though. 

There’s a perfect imprint of the underside of Lina’s boot on his face. “What am I…” You don’t hear the rest of his words as your eyes look past him and the posse fanned out behind him. The line of the armored vehicle almost centered just past him, and your gaze follows it upward.

To see the pretend Vash the Stampede.

His neutral expression doesn’t last long as he starts to grin like a madman and you swallow. What you had been most afraid of since the group of bandits rolled into town has been realized in an instant. He knows you’re still alive. A cold sweat that has nothing to do with the sickness plaguing your body and everything to do with the man whose bed you had once warmed. Staring at the sunglasses on his face as the bile in your throat rises.

A brush of a hand against yours and the spell is broken. “Eriks!” Hissing through your teeth at him as he heads towards the door with his hands raised in surrender. “What are you doing!?” 

“I can’t give them Lina.” Stepping out into the sunlight as you hear a countdown. Shit. How much trouble are you all in? Looking back out to see the fake Vash smirking now. 

Fuck. 

Your stomach drops as your heartbeat thunders in your ears and your blood rushes through your veins. He must have seen the interaction through the gaping doorframe, this can’t end well now. Not when he knows you must have some connection with this man. 

“Boss!” The cannonball man is screaming. “Vash the Stampede would give an order t’ turn back?” 

“Let’s see.” His voice still has that same cold tone, as if everything and everyone is beneath him. Tilting his head and you watch an evil grin reveal his perfectly white teeth and your heart knows his words are directed at you. “I will if he’ll strip naked” your heart is screaming inside you chest at the cruelty of his words. “And act like a dog.” This form of humiliation is all your fault as the world seems to narrow down just to the three of you. 

“Is that a promise?” At the fake Vash’s nod you feel the tears form on your eyes. “Lina. Hide your eyes.” Noticing you and the teen have moved closer to the window you don’t wait for her to react. Sliding your hand over her eyes after pulling her to your body. You can’t bear to watch either as your love is humiliated all to save the little sister that you both love. 

The sound of laughing cuts off, and you know it’s because they can see the state his body is in. Battered beyond belief, a low murmuring of how disgusting he looks reaches your ears and you scowl your eyes snapping open to glare around the saloon. “Shut the fuck up, at least he’s not willing to throw a little girl to the wolves like you goddamn cowards. Spending the day drinking in here.” 

Tears fall down your eyes taking away from the fury radiating from you, biting your lip as fake barking starts outside. You have to look and grimace as Eriks pretends to scratch the side of his head with his foot. His hands placed in a way that you know no one has seen his length which you’re thankful for, otherwise they might have shot him because of the difference. 

“What now boss?!” It’s like the bandits have grown bored of their little game, and you let your eyes move to the false humanoid Typhoon. 

“Let’s go.” A quirk of his lips as the bandits start to leave and you breathe a sigh of relief as Eriks stands with his hands covering his junk. Movement out of the corner of your eye from atop the vehicle and you scream as the gun is raised.

Four shots ring through the air.

You run. 

The only thing you can hear is laughter, a cold laughter that rips at your body and mind as you watch Eriks fall to the ground. The water from your eyes falls freely. You can’t even hear your own screaming anguish as you run towards your love ignoring the burning of your lungs as your heart breaks in your chest. Your hand is outstretched as if you can reach him. 

You don’t get the chance. 

An arm wrapped around your middle from the back of a motorcycle as you scream bloody murder, kicking your legs and flailing your arms as you struggle to get away. Your yells grow louder as the figure of your fallen lover grows smaller with the dust that rose from the vehicles falling around him. 

“Stop struggling bitch.” It’s the last thing you hear before a pain explodes at the back of your skull, slumping into unconsciousness.

You wake up to a gloved hand tapping the side of your face and one mother of a headache, groaning as you open your eyes to see black. Blinking to try and get your eyes to focus as the black turns into a gloved hand a syrupy fake voice has your grimacing.

“My my, here I thought you were dead a second time.” The fake Vash is in front of you, crouched down and smiling like someone who just rediscovered their favorite toy. 

“Maybe if you hadn’t left me to die J-” A slap across your face that makes your neck hurt from the way your head twisted as tears prick your eyes from the pain. Feeling the bruise already forming while you glare at him.

His expression is flat as he tilts his head and you see his burning eyes behind his sunglasses. “The name is Vash whore.” Clucking his tongue as he stares at you. “Or did you forget it while bouncing on someone else's dick these past few years?” 

“Can’t forget a name I didn’t know. At least now I know how you picked up the rest of these losers.” Snarling as you try to move your hands only to have your skin chafe from the rope binding them together. 

“As long as you don’t forget it now.” You squirm as he grabs your chin to make you look straight at him, the look he sends you has your gut churning in disgust as the tip of his tongue pokes out of the corner of his lips. “I did miss you, you know. Or should I say I missed your tight cunt.” 

“Of course, it was tight when I never felt you inside me.” Another slap and this time you taste blood in your mouth, coughing while the heat on your cheek grows more intense. 

“You’ll need to learn to keep that tongue in check. I plan to keep you around while I do as I please in this town, and I’d rather you have a tongue for when I shove my dick in that mouth of yours to shut you up.” Snarling as he pushes you onto your side, you land on a piece of broken furniture, a chair leg maybe. All you know is the damn thing is wedged against your side placing pressure on your ribs and you start to hack as your lungs aren’t a fan. 

“Boss! The other ones waking up now.” Other one? Wincing as you shuffle between coughing fits to get away from the debris and panic eats at you. 

“Other one?” 

“Oh yes. That little brat who sent out her dog to die. We plan to have some fun with her.” It stabs at your heart to hear him refer to Eriks as a dog. Your head outweighs your heart at your mind catches on to the rest of his words. 

“Leave her be, she’s just a little girl.” Struggling to your knees as your feet are bound as well as your wrists. You can’t save Eriks. Not now, but you can try and save Lina by offering yourself instead. 

“Now why would I do that?” Humming as if he’s thinking about your statement, but the swaying of his hips tells you this is another little game for him. 

“She won’t be able to handle the fun you want to have with her. She’ll break, wouldn’t you rather have a toy that you know can last?” It’s desperate and you hate the thought of what he’ll do to you if he agrees, but the truth is he already has both of you. You need to try and sweeten the deal. “A toy that will listen.” 

He’s back in front of you now, a hand on your arm pulling you upwards with a smirk as if considering your offer. Humming as he slots his mouth to yours and he pinches the skin near your wrist with enough force to make you cry out. Using it to shove his tongue into your mouth as he does what he pleases, letting out a noise of contentment as he explores you like he owns you. Slamming your eyes shut as you let him do exactly as he pleases, anything to try and save Lina now that you no longer care if you survive. 

Without Eriks you aren’t sure you want to, and the thought breaks your heart far more than it already is. 

When the new Vash pulls away he grins, his face inches from your own. “Oh my silly little slut, what makes you think I’d share my new toy with my men? You’re just for Vash the Stampede until the day you die.” A sing song tone as he finishes with a laugh, and all you can see is red. 

Slamming your head forward and cracking it against his nose as he grunts from the pain and throws you to the ground his shattered sunglasses having fallen beside you. “You little whore!” Slamming a boot into your gut that has you coughing blood again as the pain laces through your body. “Maybe I should just kill you and be done with it, send you to your fucking dog of a man.” 

“He was more of a man than you’ll ever be.” Hacking as you brace for the next kick that never comes. 

“Boss! We got two men heading towards the house!” Another of the bandits runs into the room and from your place on the floor you can see the fear in his eyes. “One of ems the guy you shot!” 

“Eriks” A whisper that only you hear as your heart springs in your body, he’s alive! 

“Well rally the others, and bring the girl. If he did survive I want these two fucking toys to watch him die again.” Dragged to your feet and shoved downstairs by one of the fake Vash’s minions you can’t help but feed the flickering flame of hope in your chest. If it is Eriks you’re willing to do anything to make sure you all get out of this alive. 

“Lina!” Calling out to the teen that isn’t tied up you can’t keep the smile off your face, she’s not hurt. Stumbling through your own bonds before the bandit in charge of you gets annoyed slicing the rope from around your feet.

The girl runs towards you and you welcome her smaller form as she buries her face in your chest. “You’re alive.” You don’t care about the dampness growing on your shirt, not when your sweet little spitfire of a sister is unharmed. 

“Oh, Lina.” Doing your best to keep up the sappy sister routine as the teen has her fingers at the binds around your wrist, working them loose before the bandits force you apart and face a window. 

“Get ready to watch those two die.” In the distance, you can see Eriks and he’s never looked more serious, a familiar sense of unease washing over you. It’s the man from the bar with him, and a giant wrapped cross.

“I think it’s the other way around asshole.” You snap as the first shot is fired and fabric flies in the distance. You might not feel great right now, but every fiber of your being believes you’re going to get out of this alive. 

It feels like minutes later when you and Lina are held in front of the false Vash atop his smoking armored car, a human shield for the coward while his men are lying about the ruins of the house. “Keep your distance!” Calling out as both men approach and here’s a desperation in his voice with a tremble in his fingers.

“I’d say the game’s up wouldn’t you?” Eriks still has a way about his movement that has your heart soaring, you know you’re going to survive this as long as the man behind you doesn’t do anything stupid. Squeezing your windpipe tighter as he presses his gun to Lina’s head. “Let’s end this, we’re both exhausted-”

“Shut up!” Another tremble in his voice and you hear the creak of his glove as the grip on his pistol tightens. “I made it this far, I can hold out forever.” He can’t and the shaking of his hand tells you that, and you worry he will do something stupid with the gun pressed to Lina’s head you can’t take a risk as the bandit leader screams how he’s Vash the Stampede. 

Swinging your head back sharply and hitting him enough he loosens his grip and you find your fingers wrapping around Lina’s arm pulling her from his grip and pushing her off the platform. A few bruises are better than a bullet to the head. Hissing as the butt of his gun slams your temple. “You stupid bitch!” In a daze you can’t react as he pulls you upwards, more against his body before pressing the gun to your temple. “Drop your gun or this whore is going down for a dirt nap!” You can’t see well enough to know if it happened or not. “Good dog, now with my mad skills I’m going to put you down this time because I’m Vash the Stampede!” The barrel is removed from your temple and you hear the blast of four shots ring in the air once more, except the hold on you goes slack. 

Your vision becomes crystal clear as you see Eriks holding a revolver with his legs spread as if he dropped his body to the ground, a wisp of smoke rising from the end of the weapon. “What a coincidence. That’s my name too, six times as fast though.” 

You turn just long enough to look at the bandit that left you to die, and it strikes you as a little bit funny before you turn and try to get off the platform. No wonder he wore those long shades that fell across his cheeks, Vash the Stampede’s wanted poster has a mole under his left eye. 

A mole you’re very familiar with as you hit the ground, running towards the duo and smiling with tears trailing down your eyes as Lina launches herself into Eriks arms. You can wait for your hands to be untied to do the same, more than glad your lover is still alive. 

As you approach the man from the bar moves towards you before stepping to the side. “Here let me get that for you.” A small knife in hand and you don’t have time to react before the rope falls from your bound wrists. “Oh, and you left this at the bar.” Digging in his pocket before pulling out the small bag you recognize as the one that had your medicine. “You might be needing these.”

You cry harder as you nod clutching it to your chest before closing the distance to the now standing Eriks who is patting Lina’s head. As you approach he raises a free arm to pull you against him and Lina, trapping the teen between your bodies. “I’m glad you’re both safe.” You don’t know why, but you start to sob even more at his tone as the unease in your bones returns.  

Hours later back at the house you sit in the kitchen listening to the strange man you now know to be one Nicholas D. Wolfwood speak to Eriks while eating. Well, eating might not be the right word with how the two of them seem to fight over every plate Sheryl puts in front of them. 

Since you returned you’ve changed into looser clothes, a few bandages wrapped around your body to help with the bruising. Lina has been hiding in her room, not that you can blame the poor girl after what she’s been through. 

Watching a sausage go sailing away from the plate and two forks stabbing it you sigh before kicking Eriks shin under the table. “Manners.” At the same time as Granny hitting both men with her freshly washed pan. 

“What dreadful manners.” She can say that again as both men look embarrassed, Eriks turning to you with a shy smile.

“Sorry Sweetness, how are you feeling?”

“Like I got the shit kicked out of me.” You don’t bother to lie, not when he’d see right through it, reaching one of his hands out to squeeze your own in his. 

“Are you sure you want to talk about this while they’re both here?” Nicholas doesn’t seem to want to beat around the bush, however you’re not going anywhere. Shaking your head as you take another sip of your tea. 

“I’m hearing all of what you have to say.” A firm tone as you glare at the dark haired man before he keeps going with his reason for looking for Eriks for two years. The more he speaks the more grim the micro expressions on Eriks face become, and there’s no hiding the look of shock on his face at the mention of a man named Knives. 

Following Eriks towards the door as Nicholas leaves with his parting words. “I’ll leave in three days, I’ll count on you to make the right decision.” Slipping away towards your room as your heart breaks for the second time in such a short span, and you need to know if your gut was right. 

Pulling open the drawers that you’ve never bothered with and looking over the items within, digging around, and once you see the boots you slump to the ground. 

Rubbing his head Eriks opens the door, freezing as he watches your frantic movement around the room. A weight in the pit of his stomach. You’re packing a bag, his bag. 

“Sweetness?” You freeze with one of his shirts in his hands, turning as the liquid falling from your eyes drips down your face. He looks nervous and afraid. “What are you doing? You should be resting.” 

“What does it look like silly? I’m trying to figure out what you need and pack for you.” 

“Do you want me to leave?” His voice is somber and that has you sobbing more. 

“No. No I don’t. I want you to stay and spend our days looking after the house, watching Lina turn into a bigger menace than she already is, and sit on the porch watching the stars every night.” The fabric of his bag squeaks in your hands as your fingers dig into it, fighting back your tears. “But I know you. You’re going to leave in three days, and I’d rather spend as much time with you as I can before then.” 

Eriks doesn’t say anything, gliding more into the room before closing the door. Gently disentangling your fingers from his bag to pull you into his arms and kiss you like it’s the last time he ever will. “If the people Wolfwood spoke about find me here, and they will find me, it’s going to be a lot worse than today was.” A drop of moisture lands on the hand gripping his shirt and it didn’t fall from your face. “I can’t lose you, and you’re right. You do know me.” 

Smiling gently through the tears as you lean in to kiss him once more, a chaste press of lips together before one of his hands is tangled in your hair. “Because you’re Vash the Stampede.”

“And I wish I wasn’t my Love.” You both stand there for a while, crying as you clutch each other taking the time to let your tears clean the sorrow from your hearts. You want the next few days to be happy ones. 

The next two days seem to pass quickly as if you blinked and they were gone. Lina after delivering a rather swift kick to Eriks had a small breakdown over that face he was leaving, so when you weren’t in your room you kept a smile on your face. Trying to console the girl that everything was going to be alright. 

Granny for her part was doing the same, but you could see the way she spent more time knitting in her chair and speaking softly with the male who was soon leaving. 

His bag was packed with everything but his worn boots, a comment on how he was going to wear them when he was leaving. Something about them being studier than they looked when you had tried to argue with him. 

That final evening meal however was filled with nothing but laughter, as if the four of you had every intention of making the last large meal together a good one. Yet like all things, the meal eventually came to its end and as the hour grew later you found yourself heading for your bedroom with a heavy heart. 

Removing your shoes before sitting on the bed with your head in your hands as you tried to keep yourself from breaking again. Coughing into your palm and glad the medication from the doctor had already helped to ease the pain in your chest. 

The creaking of the door as you turn to watch Eriks slip in before closing it gently, giving the knob a turn to lock it and you feel the corners of your lips rise. The last two nights Lina had sunk into your shared space, clinging to both of you like a child and for the first time you felt more like her mother than a sister. Letting her sleep beside you and Eriks. 

“I see you don’t want any extra company tonight.” Whispered low as he chuckles, his steps steady as he heads towards the chair. Dropping into it and bending to work his boots off.

“No.” Once he has them off he seems almost to hesitate before fixing his gaze on you. “How are you feeling?”

“Better.” Biting your lip as it’s not a lie but there’s a tension in the air. Maybe it’s just tension for you since you know it’s possibly your last together and with the condition your body is in you shouldn’t be thinking what you’re thinking. Yet that selfish side of you wants a lot more than just cuddling. “Eriks, please.” You don’t voice it, instead pleading with him as you hold out a hand for him to take. 

His shoulder slump and you close your eyes to hide the sorrow you feel. “We shouldn’t, but for once I want to be selfish.” Hearing him as he begins to strip you open your eyes to find him looking at you with such an expression of longing it hurts. “The moment something hurts, you’re to tell me. Understood?” 

“Yes.” Rising you don’t let him finish undressing, your hands landing on his upper arms as you push yourself onto your toes to kiss him. 

An action that has something in Eriks snapping as you find yourself hoisted in the air before your back is pressed against the wall, his mouth moving wait a passion that has you dizzy. Sliding your hands up into his hair while you part your lips, letting him deepen the kiss as you whine. Tongues coiling together as his body leans more into you, grinding his body between your legs. You don’t recall lifting them to wrap around his hips but you don’t care as a fire starts to burn in your core. 

Since that first night together Eriks has learned all of the tells of your body, and tilts his head away when you need to breathe. Strands of saliva still connect your lips as you pant, his forehead pressed to yours and you hear his swallow. “Tonight, you aren’t doing any of the work. You’re going to let me worship you the way I’ve wanted to since you first stole my heart.” He doesn’t give you the chance to answer, instead leaning in for a kiss that is both sloppy and yet full of yearning. 

As you kiss his hands are moving, shucking the layers of clothing separating your bodies until the way you’re intertwined stops him. Panting while carrying you to the bed before laying you down atop the blanket as of you’re made of glass before the final articles are removed and tossed away. “Eriks” Reaching for him wanting more of his skin touching yours, only for him to gently bat your hand away. 

“Just lay back Sweetness.” Using his strength to maneuver your body as he leans over you with his feet still on the floor, tugging you so your butt is hanging over the edge. “Just relax for me.” The long strands of his hair tickle the skin along your breasts as he kisses the space between them, blazing a trail downward that has your back arching in response. Moaning as his mouth descends over your sex, the sound of your slick and his wet mouth, as he laps up your juices, is obscene making your muscles clench as the fire burning inside you grows. 

Panting and moaning as he uses his tongue to play with your folds while tossing your legs over his shoulder placing his flesh hand against your belly to keep you from moving. Licking and sucking at you like a man starved, tears form at the edge of your eyes from the pleasure starting to build to a crescendo in your body. “Cum for me my Love.” His raspy voice like a command before he circles your clit with the point of his tongue before using his lips like a seal around your slit and sucking. You do exactly that, crying out as your body spams against his hold as Eriks hums as he drinks down your release, afraid of the noise as you place the back of your hand against your lips to try and stifle the volume of your pleasure. 

A pleasure that Eriks is far from done with as his tongue plunges into your core as if he can pull another orgasm from you, growling as he works and your body rewards him with a second wave crashing through you that has your ankles crossing behind his head as your back arches. Your whole body is shaking and covered in a sheen of sweat as the aftermath of both orgasms is almost too much, slumping down with a whine. The man between your legs uses his metal hand to push your ankles apart, leaving your core as catches his breath taking in the sight of your blissed out body with a noise of appreciation. “My beautiful love.” Smoothing his fingers along your stomach as he waits for you to calm down before continuing.

“Eriks?” Using your elbows to raise your body, your pussy clenching at the sight of Eriks in the light from the window. The lower half of his face is covered in your juices, and his eyes are glowing slits that make you whine. “I’ve never been so turned on.” It spills from your mouth like water seeing him looking like he was made to fuck you senseless. 

“Good, because I’m far from done.” Leaning down to kiss you, groaning as your own taste floods your mouth mixed with his saliva, and your clit throbs. Sliding his hands under your butt and up along your back so he can join you on the bed as you make out. Lifting your arms to wrap around him as best as you can to try and keep him close knowing you’ll relent the moment he leans back. “Can you try and watch me?” Whispered against your lips as he pulls back to make a few more adjustments. 

“Yes, Baby.” With the angle you need help, reaching for a pillow that is just beyond the edge of your fingertips. Eriks grabs it for you and places it behind your head. As you settle your body jerks in pleasure, Eriks tapping your clit with his cock as he smears your slick onto his length. Licking your lips at the debaucherous display as he frames himself between your folds, sliding to spread your fluid on his sex. His tendrils flutter briefly while his dick pumps clear liquid that drips down onto your body before trailing down your raised ass. 

“Remember, any pain and you tell me.” Blinking as you follow the center of his flushed chest up to his face, sweat glistening on his features and his eyes seem brighter. A short bite to your lip before you nod, almost afraid to speak. Taking his cock in hand as he spreads your legs a little more so his upper thighs are just under your butt. His eyes locked with yours while he uses his hand to slot the tip of his length into your cunt. 

A snap of his hips and let out a short cry as he fills you entirely, spitting you apart on his twitching length. Your hands over your mouth to contain your wanton moan as Eriks lets out a small hiss. “So tight.” His fingers ghost over your body before resting on a small bump just above the patch of hair that leads to your chest. “Like this, I can see where I am inside you.” You whine, low in your throat but find one of your hands trailing over your chest to meet his fingers over that bulging skin. You can feel the heat from his length through your flesh and you let out another whine, he hasn’t moved yet but he feels delicious inside you. 

“It’s amazing.” A nod as he searches your face as if waiting for a signal that he can move. “Fuck me Eriks.” Slowly pulling out you gasp as the bump disappears from your belly, moaning when he snaps his hips forward again with enough force that your body jolts. The thought of keeping your hands in place gone as you grab fistfuls of the sheets around you, to try and keep your body still as Eriks sets a brutal pace of slapping his length inside your walls. Tossing your head this way and that as the pleasure mounts inside you. Eriks has both hands on the outside of your thighs, trying to keep your body from slipping away as he ruts away. 

It’s a struggle to keep your eyes open but you watch his expression as his eyes slam shut, his mouth partially open as he seems to try and focus on not spilling himself of your hot walls yet. The old bed frame creaks away as he fucks your cunt like an animal in heat, you should feel dirty in some way but you don’t. A part of you craves the way his cock rubs along your walls, stretching you to your limit as the bumps and ridges shift.

Gasping as he thrusts you feel a new sensation fluttering inside your walls, looking at where you joined and panting. His tendrils that normally remain outside your pussy and play with your clit are working their way inside you with his cock, the stretch now pushing beyond your limits as you cry out. 

A hiss of your name as Eriks takes note of the change in your body, clamping down harder on him. “Sweetness.” His thrusts slow as his mind wars with stopping and continuing to buck into your core with a purpose. 

“Don’t stop!” Rolling your hips to try and meet his as you make eye contact. “Please Baby, don’t stop.” 

Hissing through his teeth as he takes up his previous pace until a more feral part of his mind takes over. Sliding his hands down to your ankles so he can push your legs more apart and lift your lower body, slamming into your cunt so the tip of his cock is hitting your cervix and his tendrils coiled around him spasming along your walls. The hard mass of muscles at his base kissing your clit when he’s fully inside you, a wet slapping of your joined bodies echoing in the small room. 

“Eriks, I’m almost there!” Your words set him off as his pace becomes maddeningly fast and the force is enough that your body is sliding back and forth along the sheets. With your back arching and your toes curling from the mounting pleasure. 

A scream that shakes the walls of the room as you cum around his dick when his hips snap forward before stilling. A static shock as you watch strange feathers sprout from under his skin as he pumps his load into your core, feathers that glow with a strange ethereal blue light that makes you sigh dreamily. His hands fall away from your legs while his chest heaves before he seems to come back to himself shifting his hips. “Don’t pull out.” It’s a short whisper as you lift a hand to his face, brushing your thumb over the smaller feathers under his eye. 

A growing panic on his face as he takes notice of his body and the change, a worry you’re quick to soothe. “Come closer my love, I want to feel all of you.” Crossing your ankles behind his butt as he seems apprehensive before letting his chest rest atop yours, the weight a welcome one as he presses you more into the mattress.

“You’re not freaked out?” A waiver of panic in his voice that makes you smile in reassurance. 

“Never by you.” Panting a little as you slide your hands to his shoulder to tug his closer, meeting his lips for a kiss that you can only describe as tender. His hands move at last to cup your face in his palms. 

You spend the rest of the night intertwined with his body, letting his fingers trace your skin while you explore the feathers you can reach. A few of them fall around you before after a while they sink back beneath his skin. 

Eriks has truly given you a final night that you can never forget. 

You wake up sore the next morning to an empty bed, unsure when you finally drifted off. Slowly dressing as you wander around the house to find Granny and Eriks out on the porch with Wolfwood. A blanket over your shoulders as you step outside. 

“Looks like sleeping beauty finally woke up.” A tease from the old woman that makes you blush, wondering just how much she heard last night. 

“Very funny.” You grin as Eriks finishes the straps of his old boots, stretching as you look off into the horizon only to frown. “You have to be shitting me.” Deadpanning at the figure approaching the house. 

“Granny, Sweetness, please get inside.” You do as Eriks asks, closing the door, and head for the window to watch the show. Feeling sweat run down your neck as the cannon ball asshole from the other day fires at the house.

Letting out a strangled noise as Eriks kicks it over his head, fully aware of Sheryl watching you as your body responds in the worst way to seeing your lover do that. “That shouldn’t make me as hot as it does.” 

“At least Lina isn’t here to hear you.” Wincing at the older woman’s words that are more than true. Swallowing as Eriks bellows at the bandit that he is now responsible for keeping the town and his family safe and if he fails that Eriks will hunt him down. 

“Good lord I should not feel ready to jump this man’s bones.” 

“I thought you would have gotten enough of that last night dearie.” You flinch before looking to the ceiling with a grimace. 

“Was it really that loud?”

“Yes.” Opening the door Granny steps out while you rub the back of your neck in embarrassment. Hoping that you can deal with the way your face is burning later. 

Hearing a door inside the house open as Lina appears from her bedroom while Granny and Eriks talk about his boots. “Hey Lina.” 

“Hey. I guess this is it isn’t it?” 

“It is Sweetie.” Pulling the girl into your arms before Granny sticks her head inside the door once more.

“Lina, Eriks would like a haircut before he leaves.” As Lina collects her things and starts to cut his hair you slip inside once more, heading towards your room and Eriks waiting bag. Making a slow pass around the space to make sure everything he could possibly need is inside the bag before you head to the kitchen.

Throwing a few dried rations into the bag before closing it up and heading to the porch. You know you took your time because you don’t think you’d be able to hold back the tears if you had just stood there. Meeting Granny and Nicholas just inside joining them as they seem to finish a conversation. 

“We’re losing a member of our family. Please. Please don’t forget that.” You can hear the sorrow in Sheryl's voice, it’s the same type of sadness that’s starting to settle into your bones. 

“I’m sorry Ma’am.” Turning his head towards you as you stop, watching as Eriks wraps Lina in a hug. “I’m sorry to you as well Miss.” 

“Sorry makes it sound like you regret it, so don’t lie.” You don’t think you’ll ever like Nicholas, just for the simple fact his appearance in your life has made you lose the other half of your soul. 

You let Granny hug Eriks first before stepping up to him past the crying old woman, you know the three of you are going to be in for a few rough days. Taking his hand as you head closer a little away from the property towards where Nicholas is waiting, the strings of his bag digging into your hands. Stopping roughly halfway between both parties. 

“You look pretty damn handsome with your hair like that.” Trying to swallow the sob that wants to break past your lips. 

“You think so?” Blushing as he rubs the back of his neck, he knows it’s a delay tactic but you sense he’s not fully ready to go yet either. 

“Of course. Then again I think you’re the most handsome man around so maybe I’m biased.” Letting his bag slowly fall to the ground beside you as you swallow. “I understand why you grew it long though, it’s a little harder to hide.” 

“I was worried you wouldn’t feel the same way when you found out.” A crack in his voice, as both of you try to avoid your parting words.

“Don’t be silly. It’s just a name Eriks.” Smiling as your eyes grow glassy and you refuse to call him by the name most know him by. “You know when it’s done you can come back here right?”

“Granny said the same thing. I don’t know if I’ll be able to.” You swallow, looking at the sand between your feet before you gather your courage and look into his eyes again. His fingers brush your cheek before he dips his head for a quick kiss that is emotionally charged. “Go-” You slide your fingers over his lips to silence him. 

“Please, have a safe trip, my love.” You let the tears fall as Eriks picks up on what you’re doing. Nodding as he grabs his bag when you step away before throwing it over his shoulder. 

“No guarantees, stay safe yourself and when you get sick go see a doctor.” Dropping his forehead against yours before gracing you with another kiss. “Don’t make me worry you’re not taking care of yourself.” 

“I’ll try.” Crying as he departures and you watch both figures disappear over the horizon, remaining there until dusk begins to fall. You’re tears dried up hours ago, but the ache in your heart is long from gone. 

“So, Vash the Stampede found himself a lady?” Wolfwood whispers as the two men head off. 

“No. Eriks did.” Sulking as Vash buries his feelings deep within his heart. “Because if Vash had one, she’d be used as a weapon against him and that isn’t fair to her.” Letting his love wash away as he tries to forget you so no one will ever know you existed. It’s safer that way, 

No matter how much it makes his heart pain inside his battered chest.

Chapter one ; Chapter Two

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These Dreams

Finally finished this thing which I have been working on. The Halsin brain rot is real, and obviously, this crazy fever dream of a thing was inspired by that.

Pairing: Female Tav/Halsin

Warnings: kissing, wandering hands, implied sexual thoughts

2,019 words

Link to AO3: Click here

Why tonight of all nights she decided to do this, she will never know.

Iluna turns her head once more, checking behind her to see if he still follows her. Halsin’s footsteps, of course, are silent. If she didn’t know any better, she would say the darkened leaves of the forest path part their fronds for him, seeming to know his every move. Perhaps, they do. One of these days, she will have to ask him about it.

“I’m not going anywhere, Iluna. I won’t abandon you here in the forest—even if it is against your better judgement to bring us out here this late.” Halsin looks at her with concern in his eyes, yet he still smiles.

 That is one of many things which draws her to him. He always seems to find the positive in everything despite any shadows which may surround them. It’s a gift that is uniquely his.

“What? Do you think the bears will get us?” She cannot resist teasing him, just a little, and he doesn’t disappoint her.

“You mean apart from me?” He laughs, a soft whisper of a sound which sends her heart aflutter.

“You know very well that we can both take care of ourselves,” she tells him as she continues her way through the path, gently pushing back the tall ferns so as not to damage them. “Besides, I told you that I have a surprise for you.” 

If Iluna was to turn to him right now, he would be able to see the blush creeping onto her face plain as day. Lately, she knows that he has had a hard time being in the city, surrounded by so many buildings and so many people, so she wanted to do something for him to help his unease—and to express her feelings for him.

“One which you refuse to tell me any details of, but the Oakfather made me patient, so I will wait.”

Iluna knows very well how patient he can be; however, she can still hear the slight hope in his voice that she will reveal even the smallest detail to him. On this, she will unfortunately have to disappoint him. “I promise it will be worth it in the end.”

“Of that, I have no doubts.”

They continue to walk the trodden path before them, fireflies starting to pop up in and out among the tall grasses beneath their feet as if playing hide and seek. It had always charmed her to be out in the forest, even if she isn’t that familiar with nature as of late. Halsin had brought out a yearning in her which she thought had been long buried deep within her from her childhood. She grew up in the temperate forests where deciduous leaves mingled with the needles of evergreens. Until meeting him, she did now know how much she missed it—the connection to the earth and the life which teems from her soils. Iluna feels it even now. 

Despite the fact that her father was a druid, she never considered herself one—still doesn’t know if she is or could be. That much was lost to her when her parents separated years ago.

Now is not the time to think on such matters. There will be plenty of time to focus on her existential crisis later. Iluna shakes her head, wiping those thoughts from her head like cobwebs from the darkened corners of a cave. 

“It won’t be farther. Just a few more steps.” She distracts herself by trying to speak with Halsin. “As soon as we push just past the treeline…”

And there is it. The dense forest opens up into a secluded grove where grass and mossy ground meet the brightly twinkling stars and shining moon. As Halsin makes his way out into the open air, he smiles, a cool breeze blowing through the warm summer air. It is perfect—the little slice of home that he had missed. How did she know? Is he really so easy to read?

A bit nervously, Iluna turns to him, her dark hair catching in the wind and covering part of her face. “I stumbled upon this place the other day when I was looking for—”

Halsin walks closer to her, a wide smile on his face as he extends a hand to tuck the loose tendril behind one of her pointed ears. “I am grateful for the gesture and that you thought of me.”

Suddenly, she is glad for the cover of night as she is sure her face is on fire. “That—that isn’t it. Well, I mean, it is part of the surprise, but there is more.”

“More?” He asks, eyes wide as he leans down to whisper in her ear. “What more do I need than to be here enjoying the beauty of nature in all its forms, current company included?”

One of these days, he will be her undoing. She asks herself again why she decided to torture herself in this way as she swallows hard. It is undeniable that she is attracted to him, and she is fairly certain that he would say yes to any of her advances if she made them known, but she has not made a single move until now.

As Iluna has gotten to know him over the past few months, he has opened up to her, and she has learned a lot about him. The things he has endured, the doubts he has had, how selfless he is—he has sacrificed too much, and he deserves more than he can even know. And now, with everything coming to a head, she would be foolish not to make her feelings known, even if it feels like they would swallow her whole. 

For a moment, she contemplates blurting out her thoughts, but then thinks better of it as she look up at him, his golden eyes turning almost molten in the moonlight. No, Iluna shakes her head. She has to do this right. Instead, she bites her tongue and gestures behind herself to a grassy knoll where a blanket lays along with a mysterious basket. 

Halsin turns his head, looking to where she has indicated, and it dawns on him that she had planned this planned out prior to coming here. The wind shifts and brings to him the familiar scent of honeyed cakes—a particular weakness of his. His brows furrow as he looks down at her curiously. “You went to all this trouble just for me?”

The question sounds foreign on his tongue, as if the concept of someone taking such interest in him has left him utterly bewildered. He was the one who was accustomed to taking care of others and checking on their needs. For a moment, he is left stilled, not a word nor movement for once—only furrowed brows set above plain disbelief.

The wind shifts again, untucking the hair from behind Iluna’s ear. With it her thoughts shift, scattering like leaves as she tries to collect herself. “If you don’t like it, or if it’s too—” She stops herself before her thoughts come spilling out of her unbidden.

In the silence, he moves.

It takes no more than a moment for Halsin to react. Two strides and he is standing in front of her. Another second and a warm palm is cupped beneath her chin to move her gaze up to his own. 

“May I?” He asks, his fingers tracing her jawline.

It takes not more that a simple nod for her to unravel, opening up to him as his lips come down to meet hers with gentle softness.

Is this real? She doesn’t know. All of her most recent dreams have ended like this, and she never imagined that she would actually arrive at this point—into the steady hands of her deepest fantasies, pressed so close to him that she feels as if she were on fire.

Grass, herbs, leather and rain flood her senses, and she cannot help but drown herself in him. A soft whimper escapes her lips, and what starts as gentle quickly becomes hungry as their lips crash together sloppily—tongues touching and further fueling their need for each other. Hands wander across bare inches of warm skin, skimming up and down until their fingers entangle in each other’s hair. And with each touch, Halsin is all too happy to oblige her as his hands eventually reach down to grip her waist gently and bring her closer to him. 

For a single moment, it is difficult for Iluna to tell where she ends and he begins as she gets lost in the sensation of their meeting.

It takes all the strength within her to pull away from him.

She wishes she didn’t have to, but at the same time she needs to know. Living in dreams might seem nice in concept, but to have them ripped out from under her would be too harsh a cruelty. With everything currently going on, Iluna doesn’t know if she could survive that.

“What is the matter, my heart?” Halsin looks down at her, concern in his eyes, as a hand moves to cup her cheek again.

“This is the best dream I have ever had.” Iluna looks up at him, lips slightly swollen and green eyes shining bright under the moonlight. “But…” She bites her lip as if to stop herself from saying anything more than she should.

“Talk to me. There is no one here but the forest, and she will tell no secrets.”

Iluna ponders if she really should. As much as this is a dream from which she would prefer not to wake, perhaps this is not what he wants. She sighs. If there is anyone who deserves the truth, it is him. He has been through too much. “I like you.”

The words sound small as they are swallowed in the darkness. She isn’t a child. Why can’t she—

A small chuckle from Halsin interrupts her internal scolding. “I should hope so after a kiss like that.”

Iluna colors from her cheeks to the tips of her ears as the sound of those words echoes through her mind.

“Why are you afraid of what nature is freely giving to you? Is this not what you wanted?” He steps a little closer to her, the hand on her cheek starting to slide down her side until it rests at the curve of her waist. “I know that this is what I would choose, should you consent. Perhaps we could even have more.”

She is left without words as his own steal the breath from her. Head spinning, she tries to make sense of it all. This is what she wants, so why is it that she cannot speak?

“I would gladly share in these dreams with you wherever they go. All you have to do is ask.” He waits for her patiently—one, two, three seconds, but when she doesn’t respond, he swallows, his feet beginning to step away from her. Maybe he did misinterpret her after all.

The sound of a twig snapping beneath Halsin’s feet brings her back to her senses. “No—I…” She reaches out a hand which grazes his back before dropping it to her side. “Nothing would make me happier than to spend whatever time it is that I have left with you.”

He turns, honeyed eyes looking down at her softly. “Then I would be happy to oblige your request, and any possible others you might have.”

“I have but one.” Iluna tries to keep the smile from her face, but it is impossible—not on a night like this when it feels like all her hopes and dreams are within her grasp. And with the current company, they might as well be.

Halsin moves closer to her once more and his arms encircle her waist. “Am I going to like what it is?”

“Perhaps.” She smirks as one of her hands reaches up to rest at the base of his neck. “Kiss me.”

“Nothing would give me more pleasure.”

#bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #halsin #halsin x tav #halsin x oc #winter writes #new fandom wave

[osamusbigtits]

"fuck."

suna's legs try to close around osamu's head. only for his thighs to be pushed farther apart by osamu's strong hands. suna falls deeper into the pleasure.

osamu's tongue works at suna's clit. suna's overly sensitive clit from his recent start of bottom growth. suna had felt the slight discomfort start and, well, osamu wanted to feel it for himself.

and suna has a hard time saying no to those puppy dog eyes.

suna doesn't know how many times he's cum. fuck, everything is a mess, he can feel how sticky his thighs are, how his cunt continues to gush at every little thing osamu does. and fuck, when osamu sucks at suna's clit, he can't even be embarrassed when he squirts on osamu's face.

he pushes osamu's face away. "I can't," suna pants. "I can't. too much."

osamu looks up at suna, eyes wide and hazy like they get when suna fucks him stupid. suna wonders how wet osamu's boxers must be just from eating suna out.

osamu kisses suna's thighs instead, leaving wet kiss marks. a mix of suna's cum and osamu's spit.

"good?" osamu asks softly. he looks at suna like he's his whole world. like suna's very answer is the word of a god.

"so good," suna breathes out. he wills his body into relaxing, despite his thighs shaking and aftershocks still rocking through him.

osamu moves to hover over suna and kisses him. suna runs his hand through osamu's thick hair, tugging lightly just to hear osamu's gasp.

"wanna keep eating you out," osamu says against suna's lips. he straddles one of suna's thighs.

fuck, osamu's wetter than suna thought he'd be. his hips move, slow movements, like osamu's teasing himself. he's such a masochist.

"hm," suna hums, thinking. he doesn't know if he can go another round. maybe he can get himself a little break. "maybe if you go grab that pretty purple strap you love," suna practically purrs and osamu shivers, "and ride me 'til you squirt, I'll let you eat me out again."

osamu leaps out of bed, making suna laugh to himself.

suna watches osamu with a smile. osamu's perfect. nice, thick thighs. a prominent, squishy belly. a fat ass that suna loves to smack. (evidence shows with a faded handprint on osamu's left buttcheek, after osamu quickly jumps out of his boxers.) suna thanks every diety, every god and higher power out there, that osamu only got bigger and bigger.

osamu makes a small "ah-ha!" sound and emerges with the dildo in his hand. his proud smile makes suna giggle. he loves osamu so much.

quickly making his way back to bed, osamu tosses the strap to suna and suna watches it fall near his hip.

osamu jumps onto the bed and stares at suna expectantly.

suna pouts, a fake pout just to annoy osamu and rile him up. "you aren't going to help me?"

osamu scoffs and mutters about how lazy suna is and what a tease he is.

all the teasing and stalling is worth it. osamu's moan of relief when he sinks down on his favorite dildo is music to suna's ears. one hand holds osamu's thigh and the other holds his hip. osamu leans back, hands braced on suna's thighs.

suna watches osamu's pretty cunt take in the dildo. it's osamu's favorite because it's thick and long. osamu loves to be filled, to feel the stretch. he turns his attention to osamu's chest. pretty tits littered with hickeys suna's left.

osamu's chest rises and falls rapidly. his eyes squeeze shut. fuck, he's waiting for suna to tell him to move, isn't he?

"what are you waiting for, baby?" suna asks. his rubs osamu's thigh and gives a gentle squeeze. maybe suna will eat out osamu tomorrow morning to wake him up. or until osamu is awake and tease him with kisses and nips to these beautiful thighs.

"rin," osamu pants, breathless. "please."

"I never said you need my permission."

"I want it- rin, please."

the words go straight to suna's cunt. he wonders how long he can make osamu wait, what all he can do before osamu begs with reckless abandon.

suna doesn't think he himself can be patient enough, though. not with how enticing osamu looks. not with the show he knows he's about to get.

rolling his hips up, suna says, "of course, osamu. go ahead."

osamu whines. slick already drips down the dildo at the first few bounces of his hips. suna almost wonders if osamu would've came if he made him wait a little bit longer. the idea of that power makes suna a little dizzy.

"play with yourself," suna growls. the words tear out of him before he can even think them. but osamu's fingers are on his clit in an instant, his breath hitching and hips jumping. suna wonders what osamu would feel like on an actual cock. if he'd be able to feel osamu's warm, wet cunt tightening around his cock.

osamu's gasps, throwing his head back. he cums, but doesn't squirt.

osamu hips slow down and suna tsks lightly. "ah, ah, not yet, puppy." osamu's pupils blow wide, eyes completely hazy. "keep bouncing, pretty boy. I said ride me until you squirt," suna says, voice gentle but firm, in the way he knows makes osamu's cunt tighten, because he's felt it while fingering him into oblivion.

osamu whimpers. his hips speed up again, but this time, suna thrusts up to meet him. osamu moans with every thrust, high-pitched and whiny.

"keep playing with yourself, baby," suna says, sugary sweet. osamu's fingers hesitate, like he wants to listen but knows it'll be too much. "come on, puppy, you've been so good for me."

"shit, rin, fuck-"

"not yet."

osamu whimpers, but his hips keep moving, fingers don't stop playing with his clit. fuck, suna loves him.

suna loves osamu's moans, broken whines, loud enough for the neighbors to hear. luckily, they're on vacation.

he shoves two fingers into osamu's mouth. not to quiet the moan, no that's not. for a surprise osamu will love.

but the feeling of osamu's tongue on his fingers makes suna's pussy clench, remembering how that tongue felt on his cunt. despite feeling overstimulated, suna thinks he wants more.

osamu has drastically changed his stamina.

osamu whines when suna removes his fingers but when suna's hand brushes against osamu's ass, his eyes widen. mindlessly, he starts begging.

"will you come for me, puppy?" suna asks and osamu nods vigorously before suna finishes asking.

suna gets one finger in and osamu's gone. a loud moan rattling through him has he cums, he squirts on the pretty purple dildo. suna gently works him through it, but when his hips slow, osamu shakes his head.

"don't want- don't stop. need more. rin, please. please- I can do one more."

suna needs to see osamu cry. needs to see him ruined. needs to fuck osamu so hard he forgets his own name, forgets how to breathe, forgets everything that isn't suna.

suna growls, "on your back."

osamu scrambles to comply. legs spread wide for suna, osamu's hands holding his thighs. suna finds the lube, thrown amongst their pillows.

"play with that pretty pussy for me, yeah?"

"rin, I can't-"

"you can. I know you can, puppy." osamu breathes out harshly and then shoves two fingers in soaking wet cunt. their sheets are a mess. it looks like a night sleeping on the couch when they're all done.

suna did tell osamu to grab a towel before eating him out, but osamu insisted there would only be one orgasm. and now look at them.

suna watches osamu's fingers as he lubes up his strap.

then he places a generous amount of lube on his fingers and osamu watches with hazy eyes. god, he's already drooling.

suna uses his free hand to wipe away the drool. "oh, osamu. you're such a fucking mess. my dumb slut, huh? all you can think about is my cock inside of you, right?" suna says. to accent his point, he pushes two fingers into osamu's ass. osamu's eyes squeeze shut. "look at you. I've barely done anything to you and you're a mess. a complete wreck."

"rin," osamu whines softly. his back arches when suna's fingers start to move. osamu's own fingers move to his clit, messy circles that suna knows drives osamu insane.

"I'm gonna make you feel as good as you made me felt, alright? you'd love that, wouldn't you?" osamu nods.

osamu doesn't whine when suna removes his fingers, he's more excited for what's to come. osamu spreads his legs, giving suna a clear view of his holes. wet and ruined.

"fuck, samu." suna kisses osamu roughly as he gently pushes in.

osamu moans, long and low in his throat.

suna doesn't give osamu time. no, that'd be too nice of suna. he starts with quick, shallow thrusts. osamu's eyes grow hazy and moaning loud.

suna takes osamu's hand, the one that's been playing with his cunt like suna told him, and pins it over osamu's head. but suna replaces osamu's hand with his own. he matches his hips with his fingers, driving deep into osamu's filthy holes.

and fuck, those filthy sounds coming from osamu's mouth. like he's in a porno, giving the best performance of his life. suna kisses osamu, sloppy. mostly suna fucking his tongue into osamu's mouth.

"fuck. I bet you'd love to have every hole filled, huh?" suna whispers into osamu's ear. osamu cums, but suna keeps going, not done with him yet. "nice thick cocks. one for your tight ass, one for that fat cunt of yours, and one for your pretty mouth. making all these obscene noises. you'd love to filled with cum until you burst."

osamu nods. his eyes prickle with tears as he cums again.

"you can do one more for me, baby," suna's voice softens, words softening with it. "I know you can. my good puppy, always listens to me, yeah?"

"rin," osamu moans. he repeats suna's name as his back arches once again, give suna that final orgasm. his thighs shake around suna's hips.

suna kisses him and osamu kisses back hungrily.

suna wipes his hand off on the sheets before taking osamu's face in his hand and kissing deeper.

"let's get cleaned up," suna says softly.

"you said I'd be able to eat you out," osamu replies, grabbing suna's hips.

"you're going to kill me-"

suna's cut off with a yelp as osamu flips them.

#. hehe #commit entirely #hq #bex thoughts #sunaosa #idk what come over me here

[awooga-llama]

The Ocean

Technoblade x NB Child! Reader

I should've posted this earlier but couldn't bring myself too.

This is for you buddy. Though you'd sometimes get your mythology facts wrong and cause me to yell at you through my phone. Without you my minecraft persona would've never existed. 💙

In the early days of the SMP all was good. Flowers sprouted, animals wandered, and there was laughter. Through the (Y/E/C) eyes of three year old (Y/N) the world was perfect. They strolled through the tall fields behind their grandfather's house as their two uncles searched for them. (Y/N) wasn't supposed to be outside because of their allergies and all the things that could hurt them. Before leaving this morning they had heard their father tell his brothers if anything happened to his child they'd both be dead. Whether if the injury is as small as an ant bite he would hurt them worse. So the uncles did their best to keep (Y/N) in sight at all times, not letting the toddler even look outside because the sun could blind 'em.

"(Y/N) where are you? This isn't funny anymore you little shit." Uncle Tommy called out from far left. The child could hear Wilby scolding his brother for the type of language he used only for Tommy to snap back with, "Well the Blade literally calls them an orphan, what's worse?"

The child just smiled to themselves as they reached a patch of grassy dirt with nothing but blue flowers growing on it. The ground was soft and cool under their feet. In the distance, they could see the ocean. It looked so inviting and inviting looking like they could easily jump right into it. But they didn't know how to swim so jumping into the water would mean going to the doctor and then having to sit in that chair until someone decided they were okay enough to go home. Even when they tried to play outside without a their father or any other guardian watching over them, they never got to experience such joy like the ocean did.

"I found them! Over there!" Wilbur shouted from up behind. The two men came running down the hill. They skidded to a stop as they finally caught sight of (Y/N).

"(Y/N), darling please stop running, we don't want to play anymore." (Y/N) ran away farther from the duo. Their little legs aching slightly but still pumping, being fueled by adrenaline. The small child was filled with excitement. They couldn't remember the last time they felt so alive and free. It wasn't long before they lost sight of the adults who ran after them. Now it was just the wind, the birds chirping above them, and the sound of the ocean crashing against the shore. That's when the feeling hit them; pain. All over.

They cried out, their body collapsing onto the ground while clutching their stomach. Tears streamed down their face. They thought something had happened to their father since the two had a link shared where they could feel the other one's pain. Maybe they were being abandoned again or maybe they died. The child was breathing heavily. Were they dying? They tried to stay awake but it was getting harder to breathe. The child began falling towards the earth. As soon as they touched the ground everything went black.

---

"No no no! Wake up (Y/N)." A man's voice rang out. A deep voice but not harsh, comforting almost. But the man was calling too loud, his voice was loud. And it made everything much more painful. Everything felt warm and fuzzy except for their head and stomach.

"You open those (Y/E/C)ed eyes right now!" Another man yelled. His voice was closer than the first one. He sounded angry. Angry and worried. (Y/N) couldn't make sense of why he'd be worried though. It's not like the man cared. The voices continued to speak louder. Each time it felt worse. There was an ache in their whole chest and stomach. Like something inside their heart or lungs was about to explode. Then everything became dark.

"Child wake up!" Someone was shaking them violently. (Y/N)'s body jolted awake and they began to cry and whimper. (Y/N) felt their head throbbing. Everything seemed blurry around the edges.

"Shh orphan, everything's okay. Everything's okay, I promise." The man said, holding the crying child close to him and rocking them gently. The child began to calm. Soon the tears stopped and their breathing slowed. They reconized the man in front of them.

"Dada!" The little one squealed, throwing their arms around the pigmen's neck, squeezing tightly. Uncle Wilbur arrived finally panting heavily. He reached into his pocket and pulled out an inhaler giving it to Technoblade, who put it to the child's lips. They quickly sucked in the breath which helped the dizziness subside.

They let go, sitting back against Techno's lap and resting his hands on top of theirs. The warrior kissed their forehead as Wilbur took the inhaler back from his brother's fingers and put it in his own pocket. Tommy sat nearby mumbling under his breath not as angry anymore but still worried. The other two men fussed over the three year old for a little longer before deciding it was wise to head home. Philza was probably pulling his hair out in fear of what could've happened while he slept.

Techno stood up cradling their tiny body in his arms. He glanced at his brothers before saying, "Let's get them home." And headed towards the path through the meadow with (Y/N) held tight in his arms. (Y/N) laid limp between the pigmen's chest breathing in his familiar cologne. They felt themself get sleepy but still had one last question before giving in.

"Daddy, can we go to the ocean tomorrow?" The child questioned in a soft whisper, closing their eyes and smiling to themselves. (Y/N) hadn't seen the ocean since the day they were brought here. They'd seen pictures of it but it just didn't feel real. They weren't convinced, quite the skeptic just like their father. (Y/N) could feel their father breathe out deeply and her uncles bickering at each other nearby as they walked.

"Sure thing Orphan. But only after I have a long talk with your uncles." The child nodded and yawned.

"Don't yell at them too much please Dada. I want to see them again in the future." Techno laughed quietly and nuzzled the child in his arms.

"Sure thing kiddo, now sleep.child You ran a long ways from home which means an even longer walk." (Y/N) sighed tiredly and closed their eyes. Within seconds they were snoring softly in Techno's arms. They were so precious and innocent. He didn't deserve the child but would gladdly be there for the trouble they will get into, dragging his brothers into it with them. He couldn't wait.

#technoblade #technoblade x reader #techno x child #technoblade x you #comfort dsmp #techno x y/n #wilbur soot #tommyinit dsmp #dsmp fanfic #cute fluff #oneshot

[kariachi]

I still want to know the details about the situation with the two houses we see in Kevin's two pre-watch flashbacks. And it is two different houses, the one from his premiere is a single-story while the stairs in the one from Adrenaland Jr go farther than you'd get for a single-story rise and so it's probably a two-story. Like, yes, it's obvious he moved houses somewhere between these two flashbacks, but I want details.

Doubly so because this is the only place we see Kevin wearing a t-shirt under normal circumstances. Like, that is not his character design, they had to put sleeves on that child on purpose for that flashback. The question is why. What import does the lack after this point have?

And to add onto that, I mentioned way back when shit first aired that it didn't seem like Kevin's targeting Ben was more than a year ongoing, given they both looked the same in Ben's flashbacks as in the present, but the lack of sleeves on any of Ben's flashback Kevins implies that all that shit also takes place after this flashback. We can assume he already went to the same school, because JT and Cash appear in his Adrenaland Jr flashback and we know they went to school with Ben due to his The Clocktopus flashback, unless multiple people were school-hopping. So again, the eternal question of what exactly happened that Kevin started targeting him with the addition of 'is there any relation between what left him going sleeveless and that'.

Which brings us back around to the house thing. Why this change? Did his household move? Did he get put into fostercare? Did he get moved to a different household within his family? And before you argue that last one given his stated and shown lack of any actual support structure or involved kin, this would not be the first time in history a shit parent dropped a kid off with a shit relative and never came back, or that a divorce ended in one of two shit parents 'losing' and having to take the kid.

And on that topic, what is his parent situation? Like, the general assumption is the alcoholic fucker we see is his dad, though I prefer not to assume because while it's made clear Kevin has dad issues, it's not confirmed that that's him. But whatever way we look at it, we have seen one guardian for Kevin. Most kids start off with more than that. So what's going on there for Reboot!Kev? We know OG!Kev said his parents were 'long gone' due to having issues with his powers (and I've already done a post hitting on why it's most likely they abandoned him over them), are both his parents still... about? Like, did one of them die? Did one fuck off and the other is shit? Did they both fuck off and leave him with a relative or sequence of relatives? Are they both still around and just shit? Because we can assume he doesn't have a decent guardian running around given *gestures at everything we've learned about his background*. So what's the deal there? What does he have and how much to blame are they for the neglect and verbal and emotional abuse we know he'd been put through even before he ran away.

I want information damnit!

#ben 10 2.os

[sir-bird-bones]

Spoilers for s6 ep2

I thought this episode was…ok

Like the concept was great but the execution was definitely shaky. It could have gone deeper with Morty literally being at war with himself to either stay or go with Rick. His grandfather who he loves but can’t trust. I think this episode could have been used to rebuild that broken trust between them. I mean Rick left Morty for two crows, and Morty can’t be sure he won’t abandon him again.

I think they should have lingered on this scene.

Instead of Morty going to full on war with himself (because he is literally killing himself when he does that and Marta has very much put in an effort to avoid that) they should have given Rick and chance to say “I love you”. We could have Marta’s farther have his whole speech before hand too after Marta speaks with the president and has her doubts.

I think it would have been nice to watch him scramble to say something. To tell Morty that he doesn’t want to settle for 92% of him (proven by Rick’s reaction to Marta’s mom dying) that he puts up with all of Mortys stubborn teen bullshit (it’s not always shit but for Rick it probably is) because he actually wants him around.

For him to tell Morty all this and for Morty to stop him and ask him again to say “I love you”. That he knows logically Rick does love him but that he still left him. That Rick loves him and yet he still put him trough so much heartache. That Morty just wants one real “I love you” not “I’m proud of you” not “I want you around” he wants an “I love you”.

Because throughout all of their adventures Rick has proven that he loves Morty but with all the times Rick has proven himself he’s also shown Morty how willing he is to sacrifice him. That he doesn’t mind ripping everything away so long as Morty is alive. (Episodes like Mortys mindblowers or Total Rickall) But at that point is he even Morty anymore?

And for Rick to look at every piece of Morty and hurt. Hurt because his grandson, his best friend can’t trust him. And he’s right not to. For Rick to look at Morty and tell him “I love you, Morty. And I’m sorry”

Idk maybe they could cut away just before he says it. And when they cut back all of Morty is in space and they leave the simulation. And when their about to leave the arcade Rick grabs Morty and tells him again that he loves him and that he just wanted to say it to his face. Queue wholesome hug.

Even if they did the whole war thing, I hated how they left Marta. She seemed like a fundamental part of Morty. I think she was meant to be his conscience or empathy?

Also Summer should have had more lines other than die hard. Like at the end with the cannibal, like she knows those guys taste good she had some. Or like a cool thing where her hair comes undone and falls down all badass n shit. I love badass Summer I want more of her.

#Idk maybe I’m being too optimistic about their relationship? #I just felt like the whole splitting morty in the parts thing had a lot of potential #and the way they ended it felt very sudden and not at all full circle #rick and morty #rick and morty season 6 #rick and morty spoilers #also I want Rick to fucking apologize for his shitty behavior #and not just once either throughout the course of the season #my stuff #my rambles

[indigos-shits-and-giggles]

💓💖💧☁️🌟✂️ for neptune?? sorry if that s too many i just Like The He

💓 BEATING HEART - what gets their heart racing?

The few moments at the beginning of a play where all the lights in the theatre dim, leaving the stage as the only source of light in the entire room. Whether he's in said play or they're just in the audience, it always makes hymns heart race with pure exhilaration.

💖 SPARKLING HEART - are they a subtle or a showy lover?

HE IS VERY SHOWY. NOT SUBTLE IN THE SLIGHTEST. WHEN THEY FALL IN LOVE HY FALLS HARD AND IT IS SO FUCKING OBVIOUS FROM THE GIFTS OF (HANDMADE!!!) PAPER BLUE ROSES TO THE INSISTENCE OF HAVING NEAR DAILY TEA PARTIES TO EVEN ALL THE PHYSICAL TOUCH SUCH AS HAND HOLDING OR HAND KISSES OR HUGS. WHEN HE FALLS IN LOVE, EVERYONE AROUND THEM WILL PROBABLY KNOW.

💧 DROPLET - random angst headcanon

Neptune doesn't really know what hy's going to do with his life. They barely have much of an idea of what hy's going to do next year, much less what he's gonna do when they're an adult. It isn't that hy doesn't WANT to live, it's that he doesn't really expect to. I mean, when you live in a town like Hatchetfield, you were raised by an eldritch horror that literally ended the world in one timeline, you start to learn not to plan for too long, not to want too much. Plus, there's always that creeping anxiety that maybe Pokey will abandon them, that hy'll do something wrong or do something to make him upset, and he... doesn't really know who they'd be without him, without the first person who ever bothered to care about hymn.

☁️ CLOUD - a soft headcanon

One of Neptune's fondest memories (that don't involve Pokey) was when he was the ripe old age of six, being taught how to play the piano by their beloved Uncle Hidgens (who is hymns mom's eldest brother, by the way. And when I say eldest, I MEAN eldest). Young Neptune wasn't off-put by his uncle's more kooky mannerisms in the slightest, and that, combined with Pokey's influence, was what really helped get them into musical theatre.

That's sort of the only reason why hy bothers to be somewhat amicable with Emma and Paul. Even though they defied his father figure's plans multiple times in an alternate timeline, even though Paul DOESN'T like musicals, they still don't want to upset Hidgens by revealing that hy doesn't like his favourite student, or her boyfriend.

🌟 GLOWING STAR - what do they think about when they look at the night sky? is there someone they want to star gaze with?

Sometimes, he thinks about just how vast the universe is, and just how tiny everything they know is compared to the sprawling dark expanse that stretches out before hymn, and he can't help but feel like a tiny speck of dust lost in the cosmos. Other times, they gaze up at the night sky, soaks in every last brilliant, shining star with eyes wide with pure wonder, and hy's reminded of how much his eldritch friend loves them. Hy knows deep down in his heart that Pokey's love shines brighter than every star in the sky combined, and stretched farther than the vast, ever expanding universe. And they know hy is going to be okay.

✂️ SCISSORS - what is the "last straw" for them to cut someone out of their life? how easily do they let go of people?

Neptune is, obviously, a very codependent person. I mean just looking at the way he clings to Pokey, and how much they hang onto his approval for support. Deep down, hy just wants to be wanted, to be truly cared about and heard, so even if someone is genuinely quite nasty to him, they'll probably still try to hold onto them if previously they'd been shown to care. The only way hy'd be able to instantly, truly let go of someone is if it's revealed that they don't like musicals, but people aren't usually inclined to admit that to hymn, honestly. Gee, I wonder why?

#neptune rayner #indigo's Hatchetfield ocs #jingle jangle

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your writing has like totally reframed minamimoto as a character for me, its so cool. like of COURSE this central idea of social interconnectedness and the worth of it to someone with other priorities would be explored in echoes throughout the cast, like the story is asking Has asked sho the same question its asking neku. which i guess is also just. what a foil is lol.

its just wild tho, like down to the interest in art, theyre so similar that its like hes a version of this story of isolation that went differently !! i could totally see his backstory as showing him go thru life+the reapers game as Almost realizing people are worth it, swerving away from that conclusion into self-reverence, and there NEO shows him approaching it again, as if to illustrate the idea that there is no point at which it is 'too late' for someone to re-evaluate the world and how they look at it.

(and the idea that he does this, while still not having an entry fee of i think, his ability to relate w others?? could be such a cool examination of the idea of empathy, and how its different from compassion/kindness/caring for people)

anyway thank you!!!! bc of u i have a richer understanding of my favorite game now :)))

;-; Oh jeeze...that's so kind of you to say!! I'm so happy you enjoy my silly little shoposting :] Spreading Sho Narrative Propaganda is my ultimate goal and so I'm absolutely thrilled to hear that whatever the heck I've been doing on this blog for the last year and a half has actually impacted someone's view on Sho as a character.

"like of COURSE this central idea of social interconnectedness and the worth of it to someone with other priorities would be explored in echoes throughout the cast, like the story is asking Has asked sho the same question its asking neku"

^^^Yes!!! Exactly!! Part of why Sho is so fascinating to me is because he is the only main character in the series who has not yet answered this question for himself (Because Joshua has. He, at some point, chose to forsake closeness and actual relation to humanity in favour of his position as Composer, and however much he may regret it or wish that things were different, he still, for reasons we don't quite understand, holds onto it (Perhaps out of obligation? Perhaps there is no easy exist strategy for a being of his status and composition). In any case I think NEO makes it clear that his story has concluded, however miserable a conclusion that may be).

I mentioned this before, but it's the fact that we have already seen the worst-case scenario in Joshua, the lowest that Neku could have possible gone had he made different choices, that makes me hope for a redemption arc for Sho.

"...as if to illustrate the idea that there is no point at which it is 'too late' for someone to re-evaluate the world and how they look at it."

I cannot overstate how much I love this. It does fit so well with the themes of the series to show a character grapple with the fact that a worldview he's held for so long is extremely toxic and damaging to both himself and others in a messier and more complex way, and farther into adulthood, too, than the majority of our cast. While this is more into the realm of headcanon, I do think that there is a part of Sho that only clings to his ambitions to become the Composer because at this point he has invested too much in the pursuit, and to abandon it would be to admit that everything he's lost or discarded, his friendship with the Wicked Twisters, the prime years of his youth, his life, not just once, but twice, because had he joined the Twisters there's a chance he could have shared in their second chance...it would all be for nothing.

"Is this what you're searching for?"

"Are you scared to know the truth?"

I would kill for a threequel that explores Sho's journey as his resolve begins to waver and he realizes that overcoming the Composer was never possible, and maybe wasn't ever what would make him feel...happy? Complete? Nothing about the cold and lonely darkness of the Room of Reckoning could ever fill whatever emptiness was inside of him that made him dedicate himself so fiercely to this goal in the first place. And despite the years that have slipped by him with failure after failure after failure, he can still start again, and make something new of himself.

Joshua, Neku, and Sho are three sides of a very strange coin. One failed to connect with others and rationalized this lapse to himself by digging in his heels with his severely individualistic mentality, shrugging off his personal responsibility to make efforts to empathize with or understand the perspective of other people by insisting that it just isn't possible. Neku is the same. Or at least, he was. But then he made the choice to try anyways, and discovered that even if we cannot always see eye-to-eye, we challenge ourselves and make ourselves into wiser, kinder, better people by reaching out to others and, if only for a little while, making their world a part of our own.

Sho exists somewhere in the middle, sharing and maintaining many of the same beliefs ("All the world needs is me" / "All that matters is MY beauty!"), while also growing in a way that seems to have him challenging some of his own preconceived notions on the worth of other people, even if it's with baby steps. There is so much potential to parallel his arc with both Neku's and Joshua's in a very interesting way while still letting him carry his own unique message, and I do genuinely believe that if Square wanted, they could make something incredible out of a game with a narrative focused predominantly on him, and his answer to the series' greatest question.

...And maybe how he came to have to ask it in the first place?

I'm gonna shamelessly plug my fic Loner Phase here because it's all about exploring Sho's potential backstory and how it led to him becoming the person we see him as at the start of the first game. I started writing it faaaaairly recently and quickly distracted myself with writing a fic for the twewy bang (no regrets though. Crazy stressed about the time limit because I'm obviously a bit of a slow writer and tend to bite off waaaay more than I can chew, but I'm working on it. It'll be fine.) so there's only one chapter so far, but chapter two...it's coming. It's getting there. <- said with my head in my hands

I'm rambling but genuinely your comment made my day :] This is my first time being active in a fanbase and I feel so grateful for all the kind and creative people I've encountered here. You guys are the best 💖

#making joshua's little uehehehe all day after reading this #I am forever insane about sho and it makes me happy to know that people actually like reading my thoughts on him #it gives me a burst of motivation!! I am gonna kill that bang fic time limit be damned I am gonna COMMIT #shoposting #ask #minamimoto

[yn-ymn-yln]

Maybe... It’s Not Too late

Crazy... but That’s How It Goes (Part2)

Eddie Munson x reader 

Word count: 1056

Summary: You and Eddie have a long overdue conversation.

Warning: Bullying, abandonment issues (I don’t think there are any others but if I need to add any let me know!)

**Read part 1 here**

As you stand outside of his trailer, you’re struck with the fact that the Munson residence hasn’t changed a bit. The outside is still worn from weather and lack of maintenance, the grass overgrown in a beautiful, unruly way. Eddie takes the steps two at a time, holding the screen door open for you as he bows dramatically.

��Welcome to the castle princess.” Though he may not have taken you to your house, Eddie wasn’t false in taking you home. A weight you’ve held for years lifts at the sight of the unorganized interior. You listen as Eddie spouts something about a maid. But you’re far too entranced with the familiarity that settles over you like a blanket. “Why don’t you go shower? I’ll put a change of clothes on the sink for you?” You nod, not trusting your voice and trudge in the direction of the bathroom, working solely off of muscle memory.

Now, you sit perched on the edge of his bed, body clean and clothes in the washer. You let your hands rove over the blanket thrown haphazardly there. As they travel farther from you, your body bends to accommodate the distance until you’re laid out, stretching to graze the edge of a pillow with your fingertips. Somewhere inside you, your mind is screaming that this is a terrible idea, but your heart wants it’s fill before it’s broken by a conversation you never want to have. You’re startled by Eddie’s chuckle, the heat of embarrassment burning under your skin once again.

“You can lay down if you want.” You open your mouth to say that you are when he speaks up again. “Like a normal human, I mean.” His smile is radiant, almost as though no time had passed since you’d last been in this very space. At that you shuffle further in, only stopping when your back bumps the wall. You nestle into the pillow you had touched, all of your senses engulfed in everything Eddie. “Mind if I sit?” He glances towards the half of the bed your body doesn’t occupy, then back to you.

“It’s your bed.”

“Touché.” He takes his time climbing into place, the bed dipping with the added weight. “We gonna talk about what happened back there?” The question holds no malice, rather just an understandable caution to broach the subject.

“If we have to.”

“We don’t have to do anything, but I’d like to.” For the umpteenth time today, you find your mind unable to form the words you desperately need it to. Mindlessly you reach towards Eddie, hand grasping his own and bringing it closer to you, a distraction.

“Okay.”

“Yeah?” You nod, pausing to gather the words you think he’s looking for.

“M’sorry if I made you uncomfortable, today was just… a lot.” His grip tightens in yours imperceptibly, encouraging you to continue. “I know we’re not really friends-”

“Wasn’t exactly my choice.” His tone holds an edge your unfamiliar with, not anger, more just fear or uncertainty. “What happened to us back then?” The question whispered and honest, like he hadn’t taken part in the catastrophic collapse that was your failing friendship. You free your hand clasped in his own, bringing into the safety of your lap.

I was a coward.

I didn’t want you to leave me.

I knew you would eventually.

“We grew apart.” The words spilled from your lips before you were fully committed to them. Shrugging, the skin around your fingers gaining your attention.

“Grew apart? Sweetheart, you bolted. Ran like hell and never looked back. Didn’t even tell me why.”

“There wasn’t room for me anymore”

“What’s that even mean? Of course, there was room for you Y/n, you were my best friend! Did you think I was just going to leave you behind?”

“YOU ALREADY WERE! Every time I asked to hang out it was Gareth this or Jeff that. I understood then, same as I do now. You have so much in common with them, they gave you things that I couldn’t and that’s okay. I’d never let you hold yourself back for me.”

“Did you ever stop to think about what losing you did to me? Huh? Watching you pull away was the hardest thing I’ve ever gone through. I can’t go anywhere in this shithole town without feeling you…you’re sewn into everything Sweetheart. How the hell was I supposed to forget you without losing a part of myself?” It was true, the two of you had painted every inch of Hawkins you could with little glimpses of your past, comforting touches, whispered secrets and heartfelt looks. You had been Eddie’s rock and he had been yours.

“I was scared.” You breathe deep, eyes shining with untapped emotion. “If I left, forced myself to go, it was my choice. But if you forgot about me? I’d never recover from that.”

“So, you made me go through it?” Anger and hurt color Eddie’s words, and no matter how badly you wanted to argue you couldn’t, he was right.

The pain you had believed to be one sided wasn’t. You could see it clearly now, your Eddie sitting in this very bed, running his hands over his shaved head in nerves, eyes glancing at the phone waiting for it to ring. But it never did. It never would.

You broke his heart.

“M’sorry Eddie, I’m so fucking sorry.” Warmth radiates from him as his arms wrap around you, his shuddering exhale shattering your heart. You sob fully now, not for your loss, but for his.

“No more running, okay?” You feel his body tremble, his hold on you unwavering, while the trapped hurt leaches to the surface. “Don’t wanna go through that again, ever.”

You grip him back harder, molding your body to his to ease the ache you had created.

“Never. I swear.”

“Good.” Without another word Eddie pulls you back, settling the two of you more comfortably on his bed. You inch further into his hold, head burrowing into his pulse point.

You’re unsure of how many minutes tick by, but with each idle pass of Eddie’s palm on your back your eye lids droop, slipping closed altogether shortly after.

“You can go to sleep sweetheart. I’ll be here when you wake up.”

With that you drift.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #stranger things #stranger things season 4

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«Encounter»

X day was here, I had to go out with Vayt. An arrangement is an arrangement, they're both doing this for Anthony, but they were ready to at least try to find some common ground. Maybe they could work through their childhood traumas.

Almost right after work, Farz arrived at the meeting place where Vayt was already standing. Before that, he had come by the house to change out of his work uniform. While Vayt waited for him, he just awkwardly pressed his back against the wall with his hands in his pocket. He was already annoying Farz! He looked like an awkward teenage boy who was afraid to ask a girl out on a date!

As soon as Vayt saw Farz, he pulled away from the wall and raised one hand, ostensibly as a gesture of greeting.

- Hi, - he said quietly.

- Hi.

- Shall we go? - Vayt asked, nodding to the side.

- Let's go, - Farz replied.

"How long are we going to keep repeating each other?" - Farz thought with annoyance.

Vayt went off in some direction, and Farz followed him. They walked down the same road they had walked down a couple days before. For a while they walked in silence just down the street. It was awkward and strange, but Farz wasn't going to start a dialog. Vayt seemed to sense that, and so he started first:

- Where do you usually wander around?

Farz was caught off guard by this question, since it was rare for anyone to ask exactly this kind of question, but he decided to answer honestly:

- Well, - Farz answered in a slightly hoarse voice. He cleared his throat and continued. - I don't really spend much time out of the house, I usually only have home and work. But I'll tell you one thing for sure, crowded places are not for me.

Vayt's eyes widened, and with that, his eyebrows rose.

"Oh my god, what's that look on his face?" - Farz thought, getting ready for what he was going to say next.

- I know a good place. There are never any people there, so we can sit there and talk quietly, if you want of course, - Vayt spoke softly, seemingly trying not to anger Farz. He wasn't very good at the second part.

Farz hesitated for a moment. On the one hand, he was curious. A place where people rarely went. But, on the other hand, he was going there with someone he didn't know, who knew what the hell he could do with him.

Farz had basically nothing to lose, so after a few seconds of thought, he nodded.

- Yes, let's go, - he said.

Vayt smiled softly and led Farz behind him. They walked for quite a while.

- How much farther do we have to go? - Farz asked, already annoyed.

He didn't want to walk aimlessly around the city with some weirdo.

- Relatively, but don't worry, it'll be worth it, - Vayt said, looking at Farz over his shoulder.

He took a deep breath and decided to be patient, at least for now. It wasn't that hard, was it?

After a while, they reached the old park, and Vayt led him along the fence to the part where no one usually went. Farz thought it was going to get worse. He thought Vayt was the kind of clingy person who would start complaining about his problems in the first five minutes, but Vayt was silent most of the time. Farz liked that. Maybe it wasn't that bad?

They reached an abandoned building at the end of the park. Farz stopped and looked at the building in bewilderment, Vayt noticed this and stopped too, then turned to him and asked:

- Is everything alright?

Farz didn't even try to hide his excessive worry. Surely Vayt wouldn't kill him here? This is the back part of the park, where his screams wouldn't be heard if he did. Who knows what this guy's hiding in his backpack? Maybe he's got as many secrets as Farz.

- Yeah, it's all right. I'm just a little surprised, - Farz answered in a slightly worried voice.

- Don't worry, there's no one here, just us, - Vayt said and walked along the wall.

"That's what's scary," - Farz thought and followed him.        

It was literally a couple minutes before they reached the steps. Vayt took his backpack off his shoulders and sat down on the step, putting his backpack closer to the wall. Farz sat down beside him, but a short distance away.

 He looked forward. In front of them was a picture that contained just a bunch of trees. At night time, it would look like a forest. Because it was a backwoods part of the park and it was windless it was absolutely quiet. So quiet that they could hear the noise in their ears. Farz, despite his previous worries about Wyatt and this place, liked the setting. Quiet, no one in the way and a silent companion. It wasn't a roof, of course, but it wasn't bad either.

They sat like that for a while, until Vayt showed signs of life and started rummaging through his backpack. Farz noticed this and looked at him. What is he doing? Pulling out a weapon? Did he get bored with Farz's company and decide to get rid of him?

But Vayt just pulled out a can of beer and silently held it out to Farz. He looked a little surprised, but he took it. Vayt got another one, apparently for himself, at which time Farz looked at the can and said:

- Did you get the cheapest?

- Not the most, - Vayt answered immediately. - It's somewhere around the fourth cheapest.

He opened the can and took a sip. Farz looked at the can again and did the same.

- Do you think buying beer at a higher price will save your liver? - Farz asked without a trace of mockery, but rather disdain. Like a parent who devalues his child's achievements.

- If we're going to kill the liver, at least we're not going to do it so fast, - Vayt said, shaking the can and looking at it.

- That's right, too, - Farz whispered, taking another sip.

They sat in silence for a while longer. It was rather nice to get free alcohol. Since it was just in the can, they could be sure it hadn't been spiked. At least, Vayt obviously wouldn't do such a thing. He should have at least said thank you for the decency of it.

- Hey, Vayt, - Farz said to him. Vayt looked at him with slightly surprised eyes. - Thanks. Well, for the beer.

Vayt smirked.

- You're welcome. It's always nice to get something for free, right? - he said with an awkward smile.

Farz smiled slightly, looked at his can again, and said quietly:

- Yes, that's right.

They were sitting there until it got dark. They talked about routine topics like "annoying types of customers" and the like. Vayt was at such points insulting people who, from what Farz had told him, annoyed him. Of course, most of the time they just kept quiet, trying to think of a topic for at least five minutes of conversation, to not waste time and to decide at the end what they would say to Anthony.

They were already walking through the dark city, just like that time.

- So, what are we going to tell Anthony? - Vayt asked.

- What? - Farz asked in surprise, turning to Vayt.

- About today. We agreed on that from the beginning so we wouldn't upset him, didn't we? What are we going to tell him? That he was wrong, or... - Vayt didn't finish his sentence, waiting to see what Farz would say.

Farz thought for a few seconds. It didn't seem as bad as he'd expected. But what if Vayt wasn't who he thought he was? They could try meeting again. Maybe a second time would help figure out more about Vayt's personality?

Farz took a deep breath and said:

- Let's tell him it's not that bad. Why don't we meet again? Maybe Anthony's right and we do have something in common.

- Except that we can keep quiet for a long time? - Vayt tried to joke, with an awkward smile.

Farz smirked.

- Yes, except for that, - he answered quietly.

They reached the place where they had parted last time. At the same intersection.

- Why don't we meet back here at the same time next week? - Farz suggested.

- A week from today, Friday at seven o'clock, - Vayt clarified, to which Farz only nodded. - Okay, I'm in.

He raised his hand, just like last time.

- Bye.

Farz repeated the same and replied:

- Bye. Vayt turned around with a weak smile and went home, Farz did too. This wasn't such a bad encounter.

#the jack of clubs #tjoc #how the cards fall #htcf #this is not romance #tinr #farz murphy #vayt black #tinr farz #htcf vayt #fanfiction #writer on tumblr