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girasollake · 1 year

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everything i wanted

ꨄpairing: neteyam x fem!omaticaya!reader / jake sully x reader(platonic)

ꨄrequested: no

ꨄtype: mostly angst, some fluff

ꨄsummary: you always wanted to feel appreciated, neteyam always wanted to be the best warrior; in short: u seek validation in older men cause you dont have family and because you are the best warrior, neteyam is jealous of you, the whole fic roughly follows the plot of atwow!!! ummmm kinda enemies to lovers?????

ꨄwarnings: SPOILERS AHEAD, DONT READ IF U HAVENT SEEN ATWOW, mentions of being shot, angst, my bad writing cause i havent written anything since september, reader is a year older than neteyam

ꨄa/n: i feel like this is so bad i am sorry

ꨄword count: 3,402

‘How could you both be so stupid?’ You threw your hands in the air and shot a glare at Neteyam. ‘You could’ve died! Does that mean nothing to you? Your father explicitly told you to observe, not engage! You are like a child Neteyam, both you and Lo’ak!’

‘I wanted to stop him, he’s just too disobedient.’ He avoided your eyes.

‘And you had to take the blame again? He’s never going to learn if you keep doing that.’ You shook your head and sighed.

‘Can you stop? I’m the oldest and I need to protect my siblings.’

‘No. No, Neteyam. I am the oldest. I may not be your sibling but I am the oldest and, believe it or not, I wouldn’t forgive myself if anything happened to them.’

Especially you.

‘You can protect them, be a big brother, but don’t take credit for every stupid thing they do!’ You moved closer to him and snapped your fingers in front of his face to get his attention. ‘I know you want to prove your father you can be a warrior, but it doesn’t mean that you have to put your life at risk when Lo’ak does something stupid.’ You huffed. ‘Just be careful next time.’

Neteyam felt jealous of you, of the way his father trusted you enough to put you in risky missions because he knew you would survive, of the way he praised your fighting skills and of the way he put you on a pedestal. You were born during the first war with the sky people and both of your parents had died fighting. The clan surrounded you with love when you were growing up, but you had never had anyone to call a mother or a father. You were just an orphan trying to find a place alongside everyone that you crossed paths with. So, when Neteyam was jealous of you having his father approval and trust, you were jealous of him for having a real family. When you were younger you would hide behind the trees and watch them cuddle underneath the night sky, your little heart breaking and longing for this kind of comfort and love. Even though you were Omatikaya by blood you still sometimes felt like an outsider. You occupied your time with training, flying, shooting arrows and that’s why Jake was impressed, that’s why you were one of his favorite warriors and he knew he could trust you. He even got you your own gun, which Neteyam and Lo’ak were especially jealous of.

Deep down you knew what this was about. Jake cared about you, but not like he cared about his own children. That was the real reason you were sent on those missions, the reason he took you everywhere with him on fights. He just didn’t want to risk his sons life's. You knew that and you still took part in everything because those were the moments when you felt like you belong.

° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 °

‘Can we talk?’ Jake asked from behind you.

‘Of course, sir.’ You nodded your head and stopped sharpening the spears.

He sat down next to you and sighed.

‘We are leaving tomorrow.’ He said firmly. ‘This is not a safe place for my family anymore.’

‘Oh, I see.’ You whispered, a wave of sadness ran through your whole body.

‘I want you to come with us.’ Your ear twitched and you looked up at him with hopeful eyes. ‘And I want you to promise me you will protect my children when I won’t be able to do it myself.’

‘I promise.’ You answered quickly. ‘I’ll do my best, sir.’

He smiled at you and stood up, ‘Tomorrow after the ceremony. Be ready.’ He shot you one last glance and walked away.

The next day you were waiting for the Sully family by the ikrans, your thoughts were interrupted by a loud shriek of Tuk.

‘Are you coming with us (Y/n)?’ She asked after she ran up to you.

‘I am.’ You smiled at her and after giving you a hug she ran back to her mom in order to get on an ikran with her.

While you were checking your bags attached to your own animal, you felt someone intensely staring at the back of your head. You didn’t have to turn around to know it was Neteyam. You never knew why he gave you those weird glances, a part of you wished they weren’t that hateful. At first you tried being friends with him, but after a while his behavior towards you had changed. While you were getting along with his younger siblings, he was always staying away from you, watching your every move. The relationship between you felt like some sort of rivalry, but there was always this warm feeling you couldn’t shake off when you knew he was nearby.

After a long, tiring flight to the Metkayina clan you were exhausted, the thought of laying down was the only one in your head. You made the appropriate gesture towards the Tsahik and the Olo’eyktan when they arrived and you suddenly felt really small under Ronal’s gaze. She started walking around you all, examining your tails and postures.

‘Is this also your child, Jakesully?’ She asked, you could feel her judging eyes on you.

‘No. She’s not my child, but she is the best warrior in our clan and she is important to my family.’

‘Is that true?’ She moved to look into your eyes.

‘Yes, Tsahik Ronal.’ You gave her a long nod and felt the warm feeling spreading in your heart after hearing that you were important to the Sully’s.

She whispered something to herself and went back to her husband who a moment later agreed that all of you could stay with them. You smiled to yourself when you were walking through the village following Tsireya, everything felt so fresh and untouched by war, those people didn’t live in fear unlike your clan. You dropped your belongings on the floor and went over to Neytiri to help her.

‘It’s okay, you can go with others and learn the Metkayina ways, I can handle the unpacking.’ She told you and put her hand on your arm.

‘Are you sure?’

‘Yes, go.’ She smiled sweetly and playfully pushed you towards the exit of your new home.

You ran towards the shore and started looking for your friends. When you finally spotted them you quickly jumped into the water and swam quickly in their direction.

‘Can I join?’ You asked Tsireya when you emerged from the water.

‘Of course!’ She gave you a smile. ‘Follow us everyone.’

After swimming for a while she took all of you to meet the ilu’s and learn how to ride them. You were scared of failure, especially after seeing how fast Lo’ak let go of his ilu. Tsireya helped you get on the animal and told you that you’re gonna be okay, you just have to hold it tight.

‘How could she not be fine? She’s the best warrior after all.’ Neteyam muttered with annoyance.

‘Stop it.’ Kiri smacked his arm.

‘What? She shouldn’t be here, her place is with the clan. I don’t even get why she’s here with us in the first place.’

‘It’s not my fault your dad values my skills more than he does yours.’ You replied harshly and then without a second thought told your ilu in your mind to go forward.

You felt angry at Neteyam, rage was filling your body. You were the best for a reason and you would prove that to him. You tightened your grip on the handle attached to the animal’s body and took the biggest breath in your life before diving into the depths of the ocean. The speed was horrible and you felt your hand slowly relaxing.

No. I won’t give him the satisfaction.

You tightened your fist and held the handle even harder than before. After readjusting your position and squeezing your thighs to feel more steady you felt the oxygen slowly leaving your lungs. You shut your eyes and rode upwards, soon emerging from the water and jumping with your ilu only to dive again. You rode over to your friends and smiled at Tsireya. Everyone was impressed, because this was your first try and it definitely required special skills to get it this perfect. Annoyance was written on Neteyam’s face, he scoffed and started swimming away. You sighed and got off the ilu.

‘Neteyam, wait!’ You screamed and swam towards him.

He didn’t even look back and you reached him after you both got out of the water.

‘Neteyam, what happened?’ You touched his arm and he immediately turned around to face you.

‘You happened.’ He scoffed. ‘I am tired of you taking my place all the time. I try so hard to meet my dad’s standards and it’s never appreciated because of you!’

‘It’s not my fau-‘

‘It is. It is your fault.’ He interrupted your sentence and walked away quickly.

And there it was again. The feeling of loneliness consumed you once again, when the boy you adored walked away feeling only hatred towards you. Sure, you were often picking fights with him, replying to his comments with the same energy, but maybe this time you really did take it too far?

° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 °

You were helping Tsireya with some of the duties one day and Neteyam was far from you, but still in your sight. You were stealing quick glances at him so that your friend wouldn’t see it, when suddenly he quickly swam away and you couldn’t see him anymore. You excused yourself and left Tsireya by herself to go and see what had happened that made him go that fast. The closer you got to the direction he swam towards, the better you heard voices screaming and sounds of fighting. You came over to Kiri, she was softly laughing at the pile of boys in front of her. You had to admit it was funny, but at the same time you were all supposed to be on your best behavior. Because of that, you walked over to them and hissed loudly, their heads turning to face you.

‘Enough.’ You spat and looked over at Lo’ak and Neteyam. ‘Both of you.’

They stood up and walked towards Kiri, you hissed at the Metkayina boys once again and turned around to join the Sully’s.

‘It was going well, you didn’t have to-‘

‘Was it, Lo’ak?’ You stopped and looked at him. ‘You were supposed to be on your best behavior, what were you thinking?’ You turned to the older boy.

He didn’t reply to you, he just took his brother by his arm and walked away.

‘You are both unbelievable.’ Kiri whispered making you turn your head in her direction.

‘What do you mean?’

‘Just tell him you like him already.’ She whined.

‘You know I can’t.’ A sigh escaped your lips. ‘He hates me, Kiri. He sees me as a rival, he despises me.’

‘He doesn’t.’

‘He does.’ You said louder. ‘I don’t want to talk about it anymore, let’s go.’

‘Lo’ak was the one that started that fight, he was just helping him.’

‘I know.’ You replied and looked down, soon arriving at your home.

‘And you? Why weren’t you keeping an eye on them?’ Jake turned to you when you entered the shack.

‘I’m sorry, I was helping Tsireya.’ You avoided his gaze. ‘Next time I won’t let anything happen to them.’

And you were right.

You jumped down from your ikran and landed on the sky people’s ship. Neteyam found his way to his siblings and Tsireya as fast as you, jumping onto the deck from his ilu. You shot your arrows towards some sky people coming towards you.

‘Cut the handcuffs!’ You told him when he reached you.

‘Come on, bro. Hurry up!’ Lo’ak screamed at his brother.

You turned around and saw Tsireya and Tuk jumping into the water, ‘Go! Both of you!’ You yelled at the brothers.

Neteyam started dragging the boy away, ‘They have Spider! We have to help him!’ Lo’ak tugged on his brother’s arm.

You locked your eyes with Neteyam, ‘Shit!’ He hissed. ‘Okay, let’s go.’

‘No, you are not going anywhere.’ You stopped both of them. ‘Go back to your father, right now.’

‘We have to help Spider, please (Y/n).’ Lo’ak looked at you with terrified eyes.

‘UGH!’ You shook your head and hang your bow on your body. ‘Just stay close.’ You told them and ran towards the inside of the ship.

You were quietly moving on the big pipe on the ceiling when some people started walking your way, Spider was surrounded by them in a circle. All three of you jumped down at the people and freed your friend, but then a pure moment of joy was interrupted by gunshots firing your way.

‘Go! Go!’ You screamed and pushed the boys towards a wall that would hide all of you.

Neteyam snatched the gun from Lo’ak and started shooting at the enemies, you pulled out the gun Jake had gifted you and helped him.

‘I’ll tell you when to jump and you jump!’ You shouted and looked over at them, they were rapidly nodding their heads. You gave a few more shots towards the enemies and took a deep breath. ‘Now!’

Lo’ak and Spider jumped quickly into the water, you pushed Neteyam first and jumped as the last person. For a second you felt relief when you heard their happy screams, but it was washed away when you started struggling with keeping your head above the water. Adrenaline started coming down and you felt your lower abdomen on fire.

‘Yes! We did it bro!’ Lo’ak hugged his brother who was laughing softly.

‘Come on! We need to go!’ Neteyam yelled when Tsireya came up from the water riding her ilu.

‘Nete…Neteyam…’ You coughed.

His smile faded and he rapidly swam towards you.

‘I’m shot you skxawng.’

‘Shit! Shit!’ He cursed. ‘Just hold on a second!’ He held you tightly and sat you down on the ilu. ‘It’s okay, just hold on.’ His panicked voice echoed through your ears.

He saw his father standing on a rock and everyone started screaming for him. A worried expression came up on his face when he saw his son holding you tightly.

‘She’s shot, dad, help her!’ They started pulling you up to rest you on the wet rock.

Jake inspected your body only to see a big wound on your lower stomach which was quickly bleeding out.

‘Take her to the village, right now.’ He told Neteyam and helped put you on the animal again.

Neteyam held you in his arms as he tried to ride the animal as quickly as he could without causing more damage to you.

‘Hold on, okay? Don’t you dare die on me!’ He yelled to you.

‘But I am so sleepy, Nete..’ Your voice was weak, but he still heard you.

‘No, don’t sleep, we’re right there, just…Just hold on..’ He finally saw the village and hope filled him up. ‘We’re here, it’s okay. It’s gonna be okay.’ He looked down at you to check if your eyes were still open and he saw you slowly blinking. ‘HELP! I NEED HELP!’ He screamed as loud as he could which caught the attention of some people by the coast, they quickly ran to get the Tsahik who was helping other wounded warriors.

‘Neteyam..’ You coughed.

‘We’re here, hold on for me.’ He looked down at you again.

‘I see…’ Your voice was getting weaker. ‘I see you, Neteyam.’ You whispered and closed your eyes.

‘No. No, no, no. Help! I need the Tsahik!’ He got off the ilu holding your limp body in his arms.

Ronal emerged from behind the people and told him to put you in one of the shacks. The Tsahik pushed him outside and covered the entrance with a curtain made out of big leaves and seaweed. Neteyam finally felt the tears on his face which previously were washed away by the splashing water. He didn’t know what to do, fear, sadness and adrenaline were running through his body. He waited for what felt like hours and when he felt Tuk’s arms around him all of a sudden he felt safe. His whole family was okay and when he came eye to eye with his father, he broke down crying again. Jake hugged his son and caressed his hair with his hand. A sudden rustle made Neteyam break the comforting hug. Everyone turned towards the sound, Ronal was standing in front of the shack, her expression was unreadable. She locked eyes with Neteyam.

‘She’s alive. Barely.’ She stated.

‘Thank you, Great Mother.’ Kiri whispered and hugged her brother from the side.

‘She needs a lot of rest and I am not certain if she will survive the night.’ Ronal said and started walking away. ‘Do not bother her. Now it is all up to Eywa.’

° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 °

Your nostrils were filled with a disgusting smell which made you slowly open your eyes. You saw Ronal putting some type of paste on your wound and you hissed.

‘I guess this means I’m not dead.’ You whispered, your voice hoarse.

‘No, but it was close.’ She replied and wrapped some bandages around your stomach. ‘Rest, my child.’ She whispered and walked out, leaving you alone once again.

After a while the silence was interrupted by Jake, ‘Hi.’ He said as he sat down next to you.

‘I told you I’d keep them safe.’ You weakly smiled at him and he let out a soft laugh.

‘Yeah, I knew you would.’ His smile quickly faded. ‘I.. I wanted to thank you. For protecting them. And I’m sorry for using you so much, on all of those fights… I forget that you are still young, god… You’re only a year older than Neteyam and I’ve never thought something like this would happen to you…’ He paused. ‘You have a whole life in front of you, I’m sorry for trying to take that away and not protecting you.’

‘It’s okay.’ You whispered. ‘I know you only wanted to keep your family safe.’

He nodded and stood up, a tear fell down his cheek. He looked like he wanted to say something more, but nothing came out, he gave you one last smile and walked outside. After a while you closed your eyes because the light started bothering you, but you immediately opened them when you felt someone put their hand in yours. You looked at the way your fingers were intertwined with Neteyam’s and gave him a soft smile.

‘I’m so sorry.’ He whispered.

‘You have nothing to be sorry about.’ You coughed out.

‘I have. I am sorry for getting angry at you, for getting jealous about my father and for..’

‘Hey, it’s okay.’ You whispered and stroked his hand with your thumb. ‘And I’m sorry too, I shouldn’t be taking your place by your dad’s side.’

He nodded and squeezed your hand, ‘It’s okay, I know you just wanted someone to be proud of you. Kiri told me how… How you feel like an outsider all the time, because you don’t have…’

‘Parents?’

‘Yeah.’ He looked down at the floor.

‘After all these years I got used to having no one, but when your dad and other warriors from the clan were so proud of me… I just felt this hapiness that I finally belong somewhere, that’s why I always wanted to be the best…I’m sorry again, Neteyam.’

‘I forgive you.’ He smiled. ‘I can’t believe you were ready to die for me.’ He softly laughed and you reciprocated the smile.

‘I can.’ You whispered. ‘And I forgive you too, for being so mean to me.’ Your smile grew wider. ‘But you were cute when you were angry.’

‘Is that so?’ You gave him a long nod. ‘And now I’m not?’

‘No.’

‘Liar.’

Your giggles filled up the space around you and you didn’t even notice when he got so close to your face. You felt his breath on your skin and he put his other hand on your cheek.

‘I always thought you hated me.’ You whispered into his lips.

‘Do you still think that?’

‘No.’ It left your lips more like a breath rather than a word.

He finally closed the gap between you and it all just felt right. His lips on yours felt so right. You finally felt like you were not alone.

‘I see you, (Y/n).’

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schlattsdoll · 9 months

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so like... 106 with dt doctor...

forget you - tenth doctor

minors dni

prompt: “im going to fuck you until you forget that assholes name”

warnings: lil angst, smut {18+}, oral {fem receiving}, dom!doctor, mentions of toxic men & cheating, pet names {love, darling,}line from good omens THAT BROKE ME WRITING, you are responsible for your own media consumption!!!

tenth doctor x fem! reader

nobody said trying to date and travel through time and space would’ve been easy. that was until you met jordan, handsome, charismatic jordan. he was everything you could’ve dreamed of. well, almost. he wasn’t the doctor, but since you had it in your mind it could never happen, you settled for what you had.

jordan was so understanding of you traveling around, “bring me back a star!.” he joked.

the doctor and you had just come back from alpha centuri and he even let you keep a small space rock to give to your love. much to your surprise jordan was kissing another girl.

your heart shattered, you thought he was loyal to you all this time. a year of your life wasted away by him. “care to explain to me what’s going on?” you confronted him. his jaw dropped and he immediately pushed the girl off him. “y-y/n! it’s not what it looks like i swear!”

“oh i think it’s exactly what it looks like. c’mon love. let’s go you don’t need him.” the doctor ushered you away and into the tardis.

you couldn’t help but break down and sob. how could he? he did seem too excited that you were traveling with the doctor but you didn’t see it as you being a bit on the side, you thought he was just genuinely happy for you.

“love, im so sorry. he didn’t deserve you, he was an arse just using you.” the doctor held you as you cried into his suit jacket. his touch was gentle, as if you were a doll made of porcelain. “how can i make it up to you mhmm? lunch in new new york? crepes straight from france? i’ll do anything love, i’m desperate to see that beautiful smile again.”

you swiped away at the tears that rolled down your cheeks, confused at what you just heard. you know he had a habit of calling you “love” but you thought of that as him mindlessly flirting. you should’ve known nothing the doctor does is “mindless”. you look up at the time lord, a puzzled look on your face speaks for you. “oh for god’s sake y/n! i’m in love with you. i’ve been in love with you since we met and you started traveling with me. it broke my hearts when i saw you with him, i wished it could be us instead. please darling, i know it’s poor timing but can we be an us?”

"doctor, i dont know what to say..." "say yes, please my darling." the doctor stared at you with his big brown eyes, almost with a puppy dog like stare. "yes doctor." he leaned down into you and grabbed you with the most intensity youve seen from him as he kissed you for the first time. your lips collided and it felt like a universe ahs been born between you two.

the timelord deepened the kiss, his hands roaming your body until they landed on your ass, grabbing it gently. "i wanna help you forget all about him. you shouldve never been with him, i wanted you from the beginning. i shouldve been more open to you love.” he broke away to catch his breath and confess more.

“help me forget him then doctor, i want you, so bad.” you tugged at his hair, pulling him towards you. your hands tangled in his hair as he kissed you once more. “now that you’re mine love, i’m not letting you go.” he led you to his room on board the tardis and laid you down gently on his bed. the kiss got a lot more intense, hands tugging at each other’s clothes, you managed to pull his suit jacket off and undo some buttons while your shirt was completely gone. the two of you pulled away breathlessly, foreheads resting against each other. the doctor looked at you with such admiration in his eyes.

“are you sure you want this love?” he asked you, hands hovering over your breasts. you nodded your head slowly, looking up at the much older timelord. "please doctor..." he reached behind you, unclasping your bra. his touch so delicate almost feather like. as your straps slid off your shoulders the doctor licked his lips, “love you are breathtakingly beautiful.” his head dove down to kiss and lick at your chest while his hands worked on removing your bottoms.

the timelord parted away from you, pulling off his shirt and moving down your body to your dripping sex. "doctor, don't be a tease..." you whined out to him. suddenly he was on his knees in front of you, "may i darling?" almost too eagerly you responded, nodding your head rapidly. he kissed his way up and down your thighs, avoiding the one place you desperately needed him most.

"tell me love, are you mine?" the doctor's lips ghosted over your core. "yes, gods yes doctor please just do something." "as you wish love."

you barely had time to register what was happening since he leaned in and licked a stripe up to your clit. "taste as good as you look." he dove back in, eating like a man starved while you writhed and moaned above him.

"that's it love, be a good girl and cum for me." his tongue replaced by his nimble fingers, quickly curling inside you. you felt your whole body tense up before the waves of pleasure crashed over you.

you got up to return the favor but the doctor stopped you. "sorry darling, but tonight is about you. tonight, i'm going to fuck you until you forget that assholes name."

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brimleysbears · 2 months

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(Featured media: Burl Ives and Rock Hudson - from The Spiral Road, 1962)

"Fan" fiction erotica - "Hollywood Confessions: My Date With Big Daddy"

Post 4 of 4

Epilogue:

A Horny Old Bull

To conclude, I was in fact on the pill, after all, it was 1963; therefore no, I didn’t begat a cute little chubby Ives child, although sometimes I wish I had. Although that man could be a bit of a creep at times, like most men I suppose, I’ll never forget that night with Big Daddy. In fact, as much as it was embarrassing, there were other reasons why I kept that story to myself after all these years. I admit, that was the most fun I’ve ever had with a man. Sometimes I question whether I was head over heels in love with that big old brute.

As much as I wanted to see him again, I found out soon afterwards that he had actually scheduled all of those men to see him that night with the intention of not telling me, while planning on having sex with me, in order for the meetings to coincide with his coitus. I never found out exactly why he did that, and if it was his intention to use me or not. I was angry for a season and never wanted to see him again after that, but looking back, I regret not seeing him more times. I would have liked to get all of his seed in me and looked at him face to face the entire time that he had his climax. I would have liked to try other things with him, and maybe even be his mistress when he was working in Hollywood. The more I learned about what probably did happen, was that he was proud to seduce a young dancer like myself, and although I don’t like to be someone’s ‘bragging rights’, in a way I felt honored. One of the older ladies at the Manhattan cocktail party said, “sounds to me like he was just trying to get those businessmen off his back and find ways to taunt them.”

As I spoke to my girlfriends late that night, finishing my story, one of the women remarked that, perhaps that lonely old man being away from home needed a special companion, and not another ‘high-profile figure’ like himself? As we talked, one of the more educated ‘uptown’ ladies said, “if you ask me, like a lot of men in show business those days, he was desperate to try to prove that he was a heterosexual; in a similar way they constantly had to deliver proof they were not some kind of communist as well. After all, Mr. Ives worked closely with a lot of queers like Tennessee Williams and was even filmed naked along side a half-naked raging fag, Rock Hudson, just a year or so before your ‘encounter’. Although I might say there’s probably a little pink in his blanket, Big Daddy sounds like a man who was not ‘light on his feet’, in fact, quite heavy handed like your story implied, which I found to be most intriguing. I think you’ve not only made a believer out of all of us in the room, I wouldn’t be surprised if some of us are going to start chasing after men like Sebastian Cabot – you’ve certainly piqued my curiosity about a kind of man I would have not previously considered and for that, I am indeed charmed.”

But it was another lady who might have had the best explanation: “did you ever consider the fact that although Big Daddy was a bit of a sex symbol in the 50’s, that Burl Ives in the 60’s was starting to get typecast too much in children’s and family shows to the point where the public was referring to him as asexual? If I were him, I’d want to prove to my collogues that I was a fully functioning sexual person with sexual needs and abilities. After a while, no matter what he said, chances are, his peers didn’t believe him until he found a way to show proof that he had a thriving sex life.” Maybe they were all correct. Maybe he was just another creep. Maybe he was someone really special. I do cherish those memories, and I still keep his private calling card with me in my purse all these years.

The End.

Feel free to share posts, however please copy only with permission, thanks, BB

Part 1

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Part 2

https://www.tumblr.com/brimleysbears/743962348439666688/featured-media-burl-ives-from-the-spiral-road?source=share

Part 3

https://www.tumblr.com/brimleysbears/743868840199536640/featured-media-burl-ives-from-the-spiral-road?source=share

Part 4

https://www.tumblr.com/brimleysbears/743867190420307968/featured-media-burl-ives-from-the-spiral-road?source=share

#burl ives

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chiriwritesstuff · 3 months

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The Girl in IT - 5. Pony

A Boss! Joel Miller x IT Specialist F! Reader AU

The LIST │ Series Masterlist

Chapter Rating: E (18+, MDNI)

Chapter Summary: You and Joel decide to keep things under wraps. Murphy's Law has something to say about that...

Chapter Warnings and Tags: No outbreak AU, Boss x Employee Relationship, Sugar Daddy Lite, Smut, SO MUCH SMUT, Age Gap, Older Man/Younger woman, So much dirty talk, Car Sex, Improper use of Tesla autopilot (please, for the love of god, don't use it for something like sex!), Sexting through Slack (Don't do this either!), No beta we die like men!

Word Count: 3.5K

A/N: A shorter one today, I was feeling under the weather for a good portion of last week and wasn't able to really add more to the plot with my medicated brain fog. Hope the smut makes up for it! Sugar is finally feeling more confident and sexy, and we are here for it! Hope you all enjoy!

"Fuck baby, it's only 7:30 in the morning," Joel pants, grabbing onto your hips as you grind harshly against him, your head thrown back in pleasure. You were on him the moment he stepped into the driver's seat, thighs straddling his. He presses open-mouthed kisses along the column of your throat as you pull on his curls. “You have no fucking idea just how much I’ve thought about this, Sugar.”

“Oh, I have an idea, it’s written on that list of yours,” you tease, nibbling on the shell of his ear. "I thought we could try out that autopilot feature. You know, for science," you breathe, pushing the fabric of your skirt higher. "I was thinking that this Tesla is due for a christening." You activate full self-driving mode and set the destination to the office, Joel hurriedly unbuttoning your silk blouse, and exposing your bra. His calloused fingertips graze the low-cut lace edge of your demi-cup. "Baby-"

"Do you like it?" you smirk, pushing your breasts further into his grasp, his large hands greedily cupping them. “I saw you looking at them on the mannequin, thought I would model them for you-“

“What happened to my sweet little Sugar?” Joel murmurs as he suddenly grasps your chin, forcing you to look into his eyes. “You get a taste of my cock and now you’re desperate for it, huh?”

Joel looks intently at the autopilot GPS, the screen showing that they are approximately 10 minutes away from the office. “Do you think you can make yourself cum before we get there? He pushes your skirt higher, his gaze caught at the glistening spot of wetness on your panties. “Shit, so fucking wet for me.” He hurriedly unzips his jeans, his cock already standing at full attention. He pushes your panties aside, his fingers slowly grazing your slit. “Fuck baby, you gonna let me bless this car? I swear if I don’t get inside you soon I’ll fucking die-“

You notch his tip against your entrance. “We don’t want that now do we?” You whisper, giggling at how ridiculous and desperate you must be sounding. You slowly lower yourself as you grasp at the backrest, Joel’s gaze fixated on how your pussy lips start to slowly take in his cock. “Fuck Joel, you’re so fucking big, I don’t think-“

“Don’t think, baby, just… FUCK!” He shouts as you grasp on his shoulders, fully sheathing yourself to the hilt. His hands grip your hips as you start to grind on him. “Shit, just hold still baby, if you keep doing that I’m gonna cum-“

“Isn’t that what you want?” You pant, bouncing up and down on his length. “We only have 8 minutes left, clocks ticking old man-“ he suddenly thrusts up against you as you scream, pushing the cups of your bra below your breasts. He takes a nipple between his teeth, the flat of his tongue soothing the sting. “Oh fuck!” You shout, arching your back towards his mouth, wanting more.

You had long fantasized that being intimate with Joel —the man your heart had been hung up on for years—would undoubtedly be the most incredible experience of your life.

This was something else entirely.

“Tell me, baby, how does it feel having an old man sucking on your tits like this?” His thumb goes to your clit, his calloused skin hitting that bundle of nerves just right. “Only I know how to make you squirm like this huh?” He pinches it for good measure and you swear you could come from just that alone. “Tell me baby, who does this pussy belong to?” He says against your breast, hollowing his mouth as he sucks another love bite onto your skin.

“Fuck mark me, Joel, show everyone in the office who I belong to,” you murmur as you start to shake, the feeling of your impending release spreading throughout your body like wildfire.

“Oh baby you’re so close, I feel you squeezing me so damn tight!” He slams your hips against his as he starts to fuck you in earnest, barely hanging on as you bounce on him like a ragdoll. Your lips meet his in a passionate kiss, all teeth and tongue, wrapping your arms around his neck as he pounds into you with reckless abandon. “Are you gonna cum for me?“ he groans as you completely lose yourself, the car reversing into a stall as you try to catch your breath. "Fuck Joel, I-" you struggle to formulate words as your body comes crashing down, the feeling so delicious it renders you speechless.

"I know, baby, I know," he soothes, "You were amazing," Joel breathes as he leans back, gently cradling your exhausted body against his.

“What about you?” You ask against his throat, lifting your hips. “Let me help you-“

Joel gives you a quick peck on your lips, helping you situate on the passenger seat as he quickly settles himself, zipping up his jeans. "Don't worry about me, Sugar. Ran outta time-"

"... but you're the boss, silly," you tease, reaching over to cup his erection.

Joel groans, swatting your hand away. "As much as I am very tempted, I have an early Zoom meeting with The H Group. Tess will have me by the balls if I don't show up on time." He cups your cheek, his thumb soothing the skin beneath it. "It's still early, why don't you grab something to eat? He slides you his black Amex. "Go crazy, maybe stop by the mall and grab you a little treat?"

"I might as well head in myself, I wasn't able to run reports since Tess decided we should drink ourselves silly yesterday." you smile, smoothing out your skirt. You turn and give Joel a little smirk. "It's a shame you weren't able to come, I always wondered what it would feel like to have your cum leaking out of me as I sit at my desk today..."

"Is that so?" Joel purrs, capturing your lips in a lingering kiss. "Are you gonna walk in with me, or do you want to keep this between us?" he asks, his expression serious. "As much as I am ready to scream from the rooftops that you're finally mine, I understand if you want to keep it under wraps-"

"... and suffer Connie's inevitable interrogation?" you groan, checking your reflection in the mirror. "I think I would like to keep you to myself for just a little bit longer if that's okay."

"It's more than okay, baby. Let's take it one step at a time." He smiles, opening the car door. "Meet me for lunch later? Maybe we can take a longer one, you know, maybe finish what we started?" he suggests, wiggling his eyebrows playfully.

You give him one last kiss, chuckling as he grabs your ass. "Go, before Tess goes on a manhunt!" you tease. Joel kisses your forehead. "I love you, baby girl."

You beam at him as he gives you a wink. "I love you, too, Joel."

"So, who's the guy?" Connie whispers, leaning towards you, absentmindedly stirring her coffee in the employee lounge.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," you deadpan, attempting to make your way out of the room before she could corner you. Her arm reaches across the doorframe, a knowing smile plastered on her face.

"Oh, stop playing coy, Sugar. It's written all over your neck!" Connie quips, motioning for you to take a look at the mirror beside you. Your eyes widen in shock at the sight of the numerous hickeys Joel has unknowingly left on your skin. Shades of red and purple adorn your neck like an unintentional pattern, a clear testament to the passionate night you shared. You blush at the sight as Connie sips from her coffee cup, motioning for you to take a seat at the nearest table.

Connie leans back into the plush seat, smirking at you. "So, spill. Who is it?"

"Whatever happened to 'a lady doesn't kiss and tell'?" you reply, crossing your arms. "I don't see how my love life is any of your business-"

Connie scoffs. "What are you, 50? Come on! We're all sluts here!" she exclaims, her eyes widening as she notices Joel walking into the room, clearing her throat. "Good Morning, Mr. Miller!" she says in a syrupy-sweet voice, her body turning in his direction.

Joel nods towards the both of you, a small knowing smirk at the corner of his mouth. "Good Morning ladies," he murmurs, pouring himself a cup of coffee. "Anything interesting going on with you guys lately?"

"Well, apparently, Sugar got herself a boyfriend!" Connie teases, "She looks like she got eaten alive by the state of her poor neck!"

You shoot Connie a playful glare, while Joel raises an eyebrow in amusement.

"Well," he says, throwing a wink your way, "he must be quite a guy if he managed to convince Sugar to give him a chance." He grabs his iPad, giving both of you a nod as he heads towards the door. "Sugar, think you could swing by my office after my first meeting? I need some... troubleshooting," he says with a pointed look, "and I need it sorted before lunch. Can you handle that for me?"

You try not to blush under his heated gaze, aware of Connie looking at the both of you with her mouth agape. Keep it professional, you tell yourself.

"Uh- Sure, Joel. Just send me a Slack when you're just about done with your meeting, and I'll... head on over," you say weakly, attempting to maintain composure.

"Oh, I sure will," he says with a wide grin. "Ladies," he says once more, Connie whistling as she watches him leave.

"What I would do to have a piece of that," she exclaims, giving you a wink. "It's a damn shame that he's pretty much a monk-"

"A monk?" you quip, raising an eyebrow in confusion. "What makes you think that?"

"I've been working here for the last five years, right?" she half-whispers, leaning towards you. "... and I've seen some things, you know? I know exactly who is banging who in this office, nothing and no one is safe from me, okay?" she smirks, "Joel, on the other hand? now that's someone I can't figure out. No ring on his finger, no photos of anyone except his family on his desk, no plus one at the galas and family days the company throws," she muses, "a fine specimen like him not tied down at his age? He either has a secret sugar baby or moonlights as a monk. There is no way a man like him goes without for that long," she sighs, stirring her coffee. "I'm beginning to think he's celibate. Anyway, about your mystery man-"

"Sugar?" Tess suddenly interjects, her head popping up through the doorway. "The engineers are having a hard time accessing the server from the site, do you think you could head over and troubleshoot?"

"Sure!" you exclaim a little too excitedly, gathering your things, thankful for the interruption. "Let me just grab a few things from my office and I'll head on over!"

"Sugar, wait, we aren't done yet-" Connie stammers, standing from her seat.

"...aren't you supposed to be manning the phones, Connie?" Tess interrupts her, a pointed look in her eyes, as you swiftly exit the room. You mutter a hasty "thanks" to Tess while squeezing past her.

"Now, Connie!" you hear Tess yell from down the hall, chuckling to yourself. Serves her right, you think. You run to your office, sending Joel a quick message through Slack:

Sugar (IT) Tess is sending me on-site, I might not be back before lunch. Maybe I could pop-in a little later? Let me know, ok?

You quickly pocket your phone, grab your purse, and hurriedly make your way out the door, giving Connie a semblance of a wave before she has the chance to stop you.

Later, as you kick yourself for taking longer on-site than you intended, you forgo your lunch break. Opting to make it back to the office as soon as possible and back into Joel's arms, you don't want to think about how the subcontractors talked over you and didn't take you seriously at all, their constant hollering and cat-calls make you want to gouge your eyes out. You sigh as you slam your car door, dragging your feet back towards the office. This day can't get any worse, right?

Connie leans in, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper as you stroll into the office. Her hand cups her mouth as she shares the latest gossip with Jesse in Engineering.

"Have you heard? Apparently, Joel is getting cozy with someone in the company," she discloses, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. "Did you catch that Slack message? Wow, what a lucky girl—"

"Or lucky guy," Jesse interjects with a smirk. "'Baby' could be anyone."

Connie turns her attention to you, a playful grin on her face. "Hey Sugar, what's your take? I'm thinking Joel is packing an 8-incher—"

Your eyes widen, and you interrupt in a huff, trying to hide your embarrassment. "What are you even talking about?"

"The Slack message! The admin channel is blowing up!" Connie exclaims.

"Don't tell me you missed it on your phone? I haven't seen this many replies since Tommy accidentally sent a dick pic last year. Didn't think Joel had it in him—"

Panic sets in as you pull out your phone, unlocking it to find hundreds of Slack notifications. Your eyes widen in shock. "OH MY GOD!"

#MCG ADMIN 50 members Joel Hi baby, someone's missing you today ;P 0003.png - image sent to #MCG ADMIN He's been waiting for your sweet pie, why don't you head on over here and warm him up... Baby? Playing coy with me now Don't be shy... Tommy JOEL? WRONG CHANNEL WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU? (I mean, got damn but WTF) Connie (Reception) OH. MR. MILLER YOU DOG YOU 🍆🍆🍆🍆🍆🍆🍆🍆🍆 Frank (Interior Design) Well. Ain't that something. Huh. Wow. WOW. 🍆🍆🍆🍆🍆🍆🍆🍆🍆 Bill (Civil) FRANK! Eugene (Electrical) Well. That's a fine piece 🍆🍆🍆🍆🍆🍆 you have there, brother. Sarah (HR) DAD?? ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND? THANK GOD ELLIE IS NOT ON THIS CHANNEL! Could you please do yourself a favor and delete that? I'm just going to keep messaging Guys, please disregard Joel's messages. I would like to remind you that sending images of this nature is prohibited and NOT acceptable. Oh my GOD. Tommy Sugar? can you please delete these messages? SUGAR? Why are you not replying? Hello?? Tess Shit. I sent her off-site because the engineers were having issues. FUCK. Sarah? Do you know her computer login by chance? Maybe we could delete it from her computer.

"Oh, shit," you exclaim, hastily shoving your phone into your purse. You make a beeline for your office, slamming the door shut behind you. Leaning against the door, you slide down to the floor, your heart pounding in your chest.

"What the hell, Joel? How can you be so careless?" you whisper in frustration, closing your eyes as you try to collect yourself.

You bring your phone up once more, scrolling through the hundreds of messages in the admin slack channel. "First things first," you mutter yourself, you click on the photo in question. It's a mirror selfie, Joel's jeans pushed down his thighs, his prominent bulge standing at full attention. He's pursing his lips, looking at the mirror, his eyes full of want and lust. "Holy shit Joel," you breathe, your breath caught in your throat at the sight. Is the air off?

Right. You need to delete this.

You hover over the trash icon, the notifications still popping up in the background, so much so that you don't bother to dismiss them.

Connie (Reception) Has Christmas come early for us all? 🍆🍆🍆🍆 Who is the lucky girl? (Is it me? am I that girl?) Sarah (IT) That's enough, Connie. Has Sugar come in yet? Connie (Reception) Yep. She's in shock. Ran into her office. I bet you're drooling over that pic, huh Sugar? I know you want a piece of that fine ASS Do us a favor and don't delete it. Sarah (IT) Connie. Stop. Sugar, please delete the picture.

You hover over the photo. Before you can lose your nerve, you click on the download button. It's not like it's wrong, he is your boyfriend? lover? after all.

[Photo 0003.png has been deleted by the system admin.] Connie (Reception) OH COME ON! Tommy THANK FUCK Tess Connie, I'm going to need you to come to my office. NOW. Jesse (Engineering) Well, that's all she wrote, everyone! Whoops Connie, that's what happens when you fuck around and find out, it's off to the principal's office for you! Sugar (IT) The photo has been deleted and all messages concerning this issue have been logged and sent to Tess and Sarah for review. You guys should be ashamed of yourselves. Tess Sugar, I'm going to need admin access to the channel just so we can prevent further inappropriate photos and messages from being sent. Frank (Interior Design) Oh, come on Sugar. I know you took a peek. It's okay, it's a safe space here at Miller Construction Group... I know I definitely looked. (Sorry Bill) Bill (Civil) FRANK! Leave the poor girl alone. Thank you for your service, Sugar. Don't you all have work to do? Connie (Reception) OH COME ON SUGAR. DON'T BE LIKE THAT! (Is it you? you can tell me, girl. Is that why you had all of those hickeys? We're all friends here.) Tess CONNIE. NOW.

You scramble to your desk, pulling up Slack as you hover over to the direct message tab, looking for Joel.

Direct Message to J.Miller Sugar (IT) Joel? Are you ok? Joel Uh... Sugar (IT) Joel, what were you thinking? Joel I was thinking about you. Fuck. I messed up, baby. I wasn't thinking and I was so fucking horny... and now I got Connie sending me nudes. Sugar (IT) I wouldn't be surprised if it's your new contact photo on her phone. Joel So, what did you think of it?

You take a look at the photo again, the mere sight of his cock making your mouth water and your panties wet. Granted, the grainy photo has nothing on seeing his dick in person, but you can see the appeal to it. Joel has a fantastic cock, and what's better is that it's all yours. If the office wasn't on high alert right now, what's to stop you from strolling into his office and mounting his dick, taking everything that he's got? You get goosebumps just thinking about it. Even if it's been a few days since you lost your virginity to the man you've been obsessing over for a good portion of the last decade, you just can't seem to get enough. Is that what desire is like? you think to yourself, shifting in your seat and rubbing your thighs in a weak attempt at relief. It's not like you're about to touch yourself...

My door is closed, normal people would knock, right?

Poor Joel, you think. All he wanted was to show you how excited he was, and now the good majority of his employees know just how well-endowed their boss was. It's embarrassing, no matter how good this man looked.

I should make it up to him.

You take a look at the La Perla bra that you have on under your blouse, the purple lace demi cut barely covering your breasts, just the way Joel likes it, you muse, chuckling to yourself. Taking one last look at your closed office door, you angle yourself just right, enough for your nipple to graze the edge of the lace. You bite your bottom lip, taking a few snaps to make sure you get it just right.

Taking a deep breath, you look at the photos.

Damn. I look... hot? Sexy, even?

With a shaky hand, you go back to the thread, pulling up the upload photo option and clicking on what you think is the most flattering photo, trying not to be weirded out looking at half-naked photos of yourself. Yeah. This will do.

Sugar (IT) Are you busy right now? 0345.png photo sent to #mcg-admin I'm so wet for you, Daddy.

Wait. Your eyes take a look at the thread, your eyes widening when you realize that you didn't go back to the direct messages but back to #mcg-admin. HOLY-

Frank (Interior Design) WELL DAMN, SUGAR. Are we all just sending illicit photos of ourselves now? Should I drop my pants and join in on the fun? Eugene (Electrical) GOT DAMN. NOW THATS WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT WHO KNEW THAT YOU WERE HIDING ALL THAT??! Jesse (Engineering) HOLY SHIT WOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOW Bill (Civil) FRANK! Sarah (HR) WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE? [Photo 0345.png has been deleted by Sugar (IT)]

Well, you think to yourself. So much for keeping things a secret.

Direct Message to Sugar (IT) Joel Baby, I think they know. Sugar (IT) YOU THINK??

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calisources · 1 month

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𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐒, 𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐆𝐀𝐏𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒.

All sentences were taken from difference media about age gap and age difference relationships, all acceptable relationships within consenting adults with age differences. Please do not use for teenagers or taboo relationships. These have some foul language or suggestive undertones so please beware. You can change names, pronouns, locations as you see fit.

I bet it doesn’t feel like this with that boy of yours, does it?

You’ll never know when I’m going to drag you into the darkness, pumping my cock into one of your tight holes. And you’ll take every inch like a good little girl.

What a tiny life we’d live if we fashioned ourselves to the comforts of others.

I think I'm a little old for that, love.

No, not old. But you're, you know, a man.

Tell me that you've never had anyone else. I want you to pretend.

You show me things I've forgotten.

Sometimes I think you must have seen it all before. That I can't show you anything new.

I like you as you are, he said. Even if you're going to wear me out.

I’m rough with your body sometimes, but I’ll always be gentle with your soul. She bruises far more easily.

This prince is a few years younger than you, and does not have much experience.

I must have forgotten how young you would be, Princess. Has there ever been a sovereign of such tender age?

Who is to say what love is or what it wants to be, the shape it takes, or how quickly it comes on? Love has always made a fool of time.

I don’t feel old. As a matter of fact, sitting here with you makes me feel older, not younger. Nothing is rubbing off.

Mr. Rochester was about forty, and this governess not twenty; and you see, when gentlemen of his age fall in love with girls, they are often like as if they were bewitched.

He's old enough to be your father.

Tonks deserves somebody young and whole.

But she wants you. And after all, Remus, young and whole men do not necessarily remain so.

Age is no barrier. It's a limitation you put on your mind.

Age considers; youth ventures.

Age, like distance lends a double charm.

I'm a strong believer that a good relationship can work, whatever the situation.

Love knows no boundaries, not even the ones defined by age.

Don’t let society’s judgment define your love. Follow your heart, despite the age difference.

Most people would be upset they get an old man as their husband.

Do not worry about your age, Ser. The lady pays attention not to age but prowess.

I will not let time choose my lovers for me. I trust my own judgement.

You should look to more prosperous gardens, Your Grace.

I was sixteen years old when you were born.

No doubt you were much my superior in judgement at that period of our lives; but does not the lapse of one-and-twenty years bring our understandings a good deal nearer?

Come, my dear Emma, let us be friends, and say no more about it.

I have seldom seen a face or figure more pleasing to me than hers. But I am a partial old friend.

If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more.

We spend more time discussing this matter than being together as a couple. And I believe you are doing it on purpose.

You think my attention is as fickle that I would look elsewhere.

Perhaps it would be you who looks elsewhere. A handsome older man must have youthful maidens at his disposal.

If we were closer in age, it would've been fine.

I have loved you since the moment I helped you with your zipper.

Would it make you feel better if I call you Daddy while you fuck me?

You’ll be a silver fox before 40 at this rate.

Well, it’s definitely your fault. You stress me out. You’re making my hair turn white.

It’s easy to cast opinions when your heart isn’t the one invested.

I hope you love me, because I love you like crazy, and I'm going to want you the rest of my life.

You already know the truth. And I will be by your side, but I am not good for you.

I am tired of others getting to choose who is good for me. You do that quite often, frequently.

You'll keep your name. You'll keep your will. You'll have your own servants to attend you— you will have everything you ask for.

Don't ask me to let you do. Do you understand? Do not ask me.

It might be best for us, for myself, if I found myself useful elsewhere.

I wish you could just slow down so I could catch up to you.

Stamina is not an issue. But rather what others will whisper.

When are you going to get over this? All I did was touch your leg.

Why would it matter if someone saw you saying hello to me?

But it’s nice to be around you. Like I haven’t lost a decade of my life.

I been in love with you since I was six, fool.

I will always belong to you, but I’m afraid there will be others after me. I’m not a young man/woman.

A kiss ... a muse. It is a question, an unlocked door. It is ... elation ... and anguish.

You have treated me better than any young man my age. Why should I go for either of them?

Young men are eager lovers. I prefer my lovers to take their time. I’m sure with men is the same.

You make me feel really safe. i’m not used to that.

You gave an old man purpose again. And that is more than I can ask of you.

I was a child then, with a crush and a dream. As I grew, dreams changed but you remain the one in my dreams.

I have thought about kissing you a lot. What would that make me?

I have more in common with you than men my age.

Do not pretend to think what I think.

More recently, there are rumors she prefers her lovers to be younger. Truth to be told, I don’t blame her.

I will teach you in time, but for now restrain me and have your way with me. I don’t want to think, I just want to feel.

We have never done anything to be ashamed of. You’ve never done anything to be ashamed of.

Personally, I think the difference keeps us interesting in another another.

You can teach me all you wish, and I can learn. I know I can.

There is always a wild side to an innocent face.

You are being too forward right now, my lady. Be careful.

There would be other loves. Even great loves. But she was right, only one remained perfect.

Maybe there are some people you marry and people you love.

Just so you know, you're a natural lover. Your body expresses beautifully what's in your heart.

I have never felt so alive... as when I am in your arms.

A 5 to 7 relationship is a relationship outside of marriage.

You're older than I am, you're wiser I'm sure and you've seen much more of the world.

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momowritings · 10 months

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it’s just… the thought of Toji finally growing some gray hairs is getting to me …

Toji is not vain by any means, but growing older is scary. It’s a reminder that his time is limited. He finally turned his life around but now he feels like he’s running out of time. When he’s shaving and he finds those grey hairs he pauses for a moment, reflecting on his life choices, he’s kinda lost in the moment until you walk into the bathroom again.

“You missed a spot,” you point out, wrapping your arms on his waist.

“Oh yeah, yeah you’re right.” You frown at him, noting the far away look in his eyes. You lean back on the counter to face him and tug on his shirt.

“You okay baby?”

“I’m fine.” But it’s not fine. His voice is still too quiet. This wouldn’t do at all and you couldn’t just leave it as it was.

“Okay, what’s on your mind?” A few beats of silence pass by before he meets your gaze. He looked unsteady, which was something you’ve never seen from your husband before.

“Do you notice anything different about me?”

The question took you by surprise. Has you missed something? A new hair cut maybe? Your eyes flick over his body trying to spot the change. “Different? Different how?”

His ears flamed red. He turned away before you can inspect further. “Never mind. Forget about it.”

“Wait did I say something wrong?”

“No, you didn’t do anything. I’m just getting too old it seems,” he said with a dry chuckle. You frown again at the thought, hoping that he wasn’t doubting himself.

“Too old? Now why would you think that?”

He turned his head to show you his side burns that were slowly greying, and you run your hands through them.

“I think it looks nice. You’d make an attractive silver fox.”

“Isn’t it too early for that?”

“Maybe,” you hum. “But you have had a lot of stressful events over the years. It’s doesn’t look bad at all.” You gave him a reassuring smile but he still didn’t look convinced.

“I don’t want people to get the wrong idea about us.”

“That’s what you’re worried about? Toji, you do know I’m aging the same time you do, right? The days are moving through the both of us, making us move a little slower than the last time. It doesn’t mean anything bad though. Everybody has to go through it.”

“But you’re young now. You shouldn’t be tied down with me.”

“You can’t choose that for me,” you say firmly. “I like what we have so far. I want to be with you, and Megumi, and the dogs. I want to share more birthdays and holidays together. I want to show you my grey hairs when they finally show.”

Toji falls silent and you sigh. You wrap your arms around his waist, trying your hardest to dispel his worries through the touch, pouring as much love and confidence you could.

“I never thought the day would come that I would have to tell you not to care what other people think. You’ve done it so many times for me and for that I’m grateful. If anyone assumes anything other than love between us they are bitter and lonely. They can’t believe that two people can love each other with no other ulterior motives, because it is something that is hard to find. But we know the truth so I don’t pay them any mind, so neither should you, okay?”

Toji made a gruff sound that vibrates through your body. You wanted to look up at him but decided against it.

“Plus everybody knows that men get finer with age. I’ll have to carry a stick around to whack away touchy people.”

“I do that all the fucking time with men looking at you.”

“Great. Now we can be the super hot couple that’s mean to everybody but each other.” You look up at him and smile. You don’t comment on his watery eyeline but press a kiss into his cheek.

“Finish shaving, I’ll get Megumi ready.”

#toji x reader #jjk toji #toji fushiguro #toji drabbles #jjk imagines #minimoe #silver fox toji

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colourstreakgryffin · 7 months

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since the shinazugawa brothers are my skrunklywunklybadopsies can i request a softyan!platonic!Sanemi and Genya hcs with a littlesister!reader who's mitsuri's tsuguko, basically a total sweetheart and proof that life is easier when your drop-dead gorgeous and have a fuckload of suitors but god had to be fair and make her a literal dumbass 😭+ tell me that Sanemi the type of brother to scare the everloving crap out of any dude that flirts with his sister

(anyways hope u become the most fabulous bitch around with a smoking hot partner who's like iguro and fat stacks of cash 💕💕😍😙)

Abkwiejsndjsk. I want Obanai so bad, don’t remind me. Leee criiiii, but anyway. Sanemi and Genya, right? Okay, I’ll try to the best of my capabilities for you, darling!

Yandere! Platonic! Demon Slayer Scenarios: Shinazugawa Sanemi and Shinazugawa Genya

The Shinazugawa Brothers were already way too overprotective over you from the beginning, this situation has only elevated their protectiveness… they lost everybody, besides you. Sanemi feels obligated to be with you and Genya all the time as you two’s older brother and Genya feels required to guard you in assistance of Sanemi

Neither brothers were okay with you becoming a slayer but they couldn’t resist your begging and your excitement over being a slayer, hurting you in anyway is not something they’ll tolerate so they end up reluctantly letting you join Genya to final selection as Sanemi becomes the Wind Hashira

When the Love Hashira, Mitsuri takes you under her wing as her loveable Tsuguko and accidentally ends up bringing in so many suitors for you after making you stand out so beautifully, your older brothers flip their shit and almost try to pull you out of Mitsuri’s care

Sanemi and Genya have a very similar view on you. They both love you so much and they can’t stand you getting taken away by anything so they both develop a maddening obsession with protecting you from the world itself. The world is a danger now, and they both will make sure they won’t lose their only remaining sibling

Sanemi chases away the many suitors that try to woo you from the sidelines as Genya pulls you from them physically, asking why you want to be wooed by some weirdo. Yes, both of the brothers have been following you and stalking you as often as they possibly can with their sanity-destroying mindset over you

Genya is very clingy and will never let go of you no matter what, whilst Sanemi just guards you like a aggressive father wolf guarding his babies. To them, you are far too young to get a husband and because you’re a slayer, those men could potentially be trying to exploit you

The Shinazugawa Brothers are equally delusional over your view on them, they genuinely believe on a shared level that you love them dearly. They can’t recognise the way you stare at them afraid of their extreme possessiveness and overprotectiveness over you. You can barely recognise Sanemi and Genya as your big brothers

Sanemi doesn’t want either you nor Genya to be a slayer but he is attachment over you two has grown to such a intense degree that he can’t keep himself away from you two anymore. You are his life and love, he needs the both of you with him and he will do whatever he must to keep that

Your formerly beloved big brothers never won’t ever try to ruin your beautiful, cheerful nature by making you find out about their dastardly tricks as your optimistic personality, in reality, keeps these brothers teetering at the edge of sanity but neither can stand the fact you’re very dimwitted, despite being so skilled and incredible

Sanemi doesn’t only just scares anybody that tries to talk to you, he sends death threats and raises his katana at them. Genya isn’t as bad as Sanemi, he is just more touchy and shovey over you as he will never let anybody touch you and barks them away

“Dokusha, don’t do anything stupid! Okay? I can’t lose you nor Genya, my life runs on you two… just… don’t mess up! I will make that bubblegum-haired idiot guard you if I must!”

“Little sister! Wait! Why are you going to go on a date with that guy? He seems a bit dangerous… you should just stay with me and Onii-san forever, you don’t need a man anyway!”

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sunflowergirl522 · 2 years

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Fangirl

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: In which you’re Corroded coffins biggest fan and then Dustin introduces you to Eddie

Word Count: 2293

“Of course I can come watch Dustin Claudia. I can be over in like fifteen minutes.”

“Thank you so much sweetie! Ever since that earthquake I hate the idea of him being by himself. I’ll leave some money on the counter in case you guys need to get a pizza or anything.” You let out a relieved sigh once Dustin’s mom hangs up. You just have to call your friend Steph to cancel plans tonight before heading next door to the Henderson's. You didn’t really want to go to them anyway. She wanted to go out to a bar, which was fine. That's what you normally did with her but that was just to go see your favorite band. Under normal circumstances you hated going to bars, they were dark and dirty and you’d prefer to do something that didn’t involve older men hitting on you. But if Corroded Coffin was playing you could bet your ass you’d be there.

You’ve basically been their biggest fan since the first time you saw them perform. You had been at The Hideout with Steph getting a quick catch-up drink when they stepped onto the makeshift stage. You didn’t know there was going to be live music and admittedly that had gotten you to stay longer than you planned to, you were ready to leave as soon as your drink was gone but then you fell in love with the music. Since then you’ve gone with Steph to every show they’ve had making the plans yourself when you found out about a new one. You had even bought a shirt the one time they tried selling merch.

You hum to yourself as you make your way next door. Your mom has always been close friends with Dustins so you’ve known them your whole life. Dustin’s like a little brother to you since you’ve sort of always been around him and because of that his friends have become like siblings to you too. Even Max who only showed up two years ago but y'know saving the world together is a pretty big bonding experience.

“Dusty guess who’s here?” You sing while entering the Henderson residence.

“You know you don’t have to watch me right? I’m not a baby.” He comes into your line of sight and you pull him into a hug.

“What, you don’t wanna hang out with your coolest adult friend?”

“Please you wish you were as cool as Eddie.” He eyes your Corroded Coffin shirt as he says it expecting you to agree but you just scrunch your face up in confusion.

“Eddie? Who’s he? I only know Steve and Robin.”

“You don’t know Eddie?” He follows you into the kitchen confused. He really thought you would’ve known him from school or even just from his band or hell from when the whole town thought he killed Chrissy.

“No should I?” There’s a pause in the conversation as you open up the fridge to see what’s inside. “Wait, is he that guy your mom was telling me she’s weary of? Is he good to you Dusty, he doesn’t peer pressure you or anything right?”

“No God.” He groans. “You sound just like my mom. Eddie’s great, you wanna meet him? I could call him up and see if he’s able to stop by.”

“I’d be down for that. Gotta make sure he’s Steve’s replacement and not my own.”

“Oh my God you two are incorrigible, I'm not replacing Steve!”

“Sure you aren’t. Hey, what do you want to eat? I think I could manage making something tonight.”

“Don’t make anything! After I call Eddie we’ll order a pizza.” You weren’t any good in the kitchen, you were basically a walking disaster the moment you started trying to make anything.

Eddie’s phone rings while he practices a new song on his guitar. He groans as he breaks away from it ready to yell at whoever was bothering him while he was finally getting somewhere.

“Hello?” He rips the phone from its spot on the wall.

“Eddie you gotta come over man.”

“Henderson? What do you want, I’m busy. This isn’t another life or death scenario is it?”

“No, you gotta come over and meet someone. I don’t know how you don’t already know each other.” Eddie lets out a sigh of relief at it not being anything serious before taking a deep breath in.

“Dustin I’m not coming over at the last minute when I’m in the middle of something just to meet someone. Arrange a meeting date or something.” He’s getting ready to hang up on him when his next words stop him.

“If she likes you my mom will probably let you back in the house. That means you can come over for dinners again.”

“I’ll be over in fifteen.” Eddie slams the phone down and throws his leather jacket on before flying out the door to his trailer at the thought of getting to eat Mrs. Hendersons meals again. He pulls up as the fire alarm starts blaring from inside the house. “Jesus christ.” He rushes out of his van and up the walkway just in time for the door to get thrown open.

“Fuck, shit, shit! Move!” You come flying out of the house tossing the pan with a small fire in it into the yard. You pay no attention to the man you just yelled at, too preoccupied with your own mistake besides it was probably just the pizza guy anyway.

“This is why I told you not to make anything!”

“Dustin just shut up and get me a shoe or something to put out the flame!” You catch the shoe he throws at you before falling to your knees and pounding at the grass. “See Dusty, it's fine now. We’ll just leave the pan out here to cool off and grab it before your mom gets home. She never needs to know this happened.” You stand up straightening out your clothes and wiping the sweat from your forehead before heading back to the door.

“What did I just walk into here?”

“That’s just what happens when Y/n tries to cook. Eddie meet Y/n, I’ve known her my whole life and she’s basically my sister. Y/n meet my cool new adult friend Eddie, who I’m not replacing Steve with.” You look up at the man in question and freeze, dropping the shoe in your hand. You immediately recognize him as Corroded Coffins lead guitarist and singer.

“I, um, hi I’m Eddie. No sorry you’re Eddie, I’m Y/n.” He chuckles at your mess up and takes you in while you feel your face heat up. Your hair is thrown up and you’re standing barefoot before him in a short pink skirt and one of his band's shirts?

“Is that a Corroded Coffin shirt?”

“Oh, uh, yeah I’m sort of a really big fan. I saw a show sometime in February and I’ve been to almost every show since. This thing is basically my prized possession since you guys never sold anything after the show I got this at.” You hold the bottom of said shirt holding it out to inspect it.

“Yeah, that’s because only two people bought something. We figured it wasn’t worth it to make more stuff. You know, I think I’ve seen you at a few shows actually.”

“Really?” Your eyes go wide as your head whips up to look at him.

“Yeah, you’re the one who always claps after songs.” Eddie’s playing it cool. Of course he’s noticed you in the audience full of mainly drunks. It was hard not to after the first time his attention was drawn to you when you whooped for them after a set. You were basically a constant after that and before every show he would scan the bar for you. He’d joke with the rest of the band that you were his good luck charm because he always played better when you were there once they caught onto what he did.

“Yeah, that’s me. I hollered once but my friend who I always go with told me she’d stop taking me if I kept it up. You guys are like super amazing though! Your cover of Master of Puppets is, I think, my favorite version.” Eddie’s cheeks tinge pink at the praise.

“You two gonna come inside or stand out here till the pizza comes?” Dustin asks coming back to the doorway to find the two of you just smiling at eachother.

“Coming Dusty! I gotta clean the kitchen up anyway.”

“Yeah Dusty, we’re coming.” Eddie extends his arm for you to go first and slightly bows while smirking at Dustin with the knowledge of this new nickname.

“I’m regretting introducing the two of you already.” He groans out, backing out of the way.

“You were right, he’s much cooler than Steve.” You murmur to Dustin as you pass him and Eddie overhears it. Butterflies swarm in his stomach at that. He’s cooler than Steve ‘the hair’ Harrington? No one other than his friends had ever thought he was even a little bit cool and now here you are an angel who not only loves his band but also thinks he’s cooler than Steve. It’s almost too good to be real.

Once he overcomes the initial shock the goofiest grin grows on his face and he follows the two of you into the kitchen where Dustins putting stuff away and you’re wiping down counters.

“So how do you know Dustin?”

“Eddie’s the DM in my DnD club.” Dustin answers just as Eddie opens his mouth to speak.

“Oh, Hellfire right? I remember hearing about it when I was in high school.”

“I can’t believe the two of you didn’t meet then. I mean Eddie was supposed to graduate a year after you Y/n/n.”

“Oh? How come you didn’t?”

“Never went to class.” Eddie shrugs while crossing his arms over his chest. “Spent too much time getting high and planning stuff for campaigns.”

“Well I’m glad you were still there to watch over my whittle Dusty poo.” You use a baby voice as you pinch Dustin's cheeks.

“Y/n.” He draws your name out while shoving you away. “I’m not a kid anymore, you can’t do that.” Regardless of how annoying and embarrassing he finds it when you do that he can’t help but smile at the affection and Eddie catches it before Dustin can mask it. The doorbell rings then and Dustin quickly excuses himself stating it’s probably the pizza.

“Thank you.” You say to Eddie in a low voice once he’s out of the room.

“For what Sweetheart?” Your heart speeds up at the nickname.

“For taking Dustin and the others under your wing this year. They didn’t have the easiest time in middle school with bullies and whatnot, and I was really nervous for them to start high school. But then Dustin told me all about this cool senior who invited them to Hellfire club and how you all look after each other and I was really excited for them to branch out and make new friends.”

“Oh that was no big deal, they’re great kids.” You smile at him before turning to get the plates once the front door closes. But of course Claudia still keeps them on the top shelf so you have to stand slightly on your tiptoes to reach them.

“Let me help.” Eddie comes up behind you reaching up and easily grabbing three plates, his other hand resting on your hip.

“Thanks.” You look down hoping to hide the heat rushing up your neck.

“Am I interrupting something?”

“Eddie was just helping with the plates.” You jump away from the man who’s still so close to you, taking the plates from his hand and holding them up to show Dustin before rushing into the dining room.

“So are you graduating this year?” You ask Eddie later while the three of you eat.

“On track for it.”

“That’s cool, there’s what, just two months left?”

“About that long and then it’s goodbye Hawkins High and all the judgemental assholes in it!”

“What are you doing after?”

“I dunno, focus on the band probably.” He watches as your eyes light up at the mention of his band. You had honestly forgotten who exactly was sitting across from you.

“Speaking of your band, have you ever thought about doing shows not at bars or at least at ones that allow underage kids in? Because I know Dustin and the crew would probably go and I’m sure there would be other kids interested. Or you could put posters up in college areas because I only ever see them around Hawkins and everyone here already has their opinions about Corroded Coffin it feels like. I know people in my school would definitely be interested in seeing you guys perform.” Eddie's hands slam down onto the table causing you and Dustin to jump in your seats. He points at you and leans over the table.

“You might just be a genius! I have to tell the guys about this!” He gets up and rushes to the door leaving you and Dustin to look at each other in confusion before he’s leaning around the corner. “Hey uh by the way we have another gig tomorrow night if you wanna come. I could pick you up beforehand and take you home after.”

“I’d like that. I live just next door.” You nod and a shy smile crosses your face.

“Cool then it’s a date. Bye!” He waves and rushes out before you can notice how pink his cheeks are becoming and leaving you to smile into your hand while Dustin fake gags.

“You guys are gross.”

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#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson x f!reader #eddie munson stranger things

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throneofsapphics · 7 months

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natural

Rowaelin x f!Reader

Summary: Each step on the cobblestone seemed to echo throughout your entire body, and you allowed yourself one glance back. The curtain on the large front window was parted, your mothers face peering through to watch you. You made eye contact, and she swung the fabric back, obscuring your view of her. A clear dismissal. You swallowed harshly, and turned away, debating if this was worth it. They were worth it, you reminded yourself.

Word Count: ~3k

Warnings: homophobia, toxic family relationships, disownment, drinking

“It’s not natural,” your mother protested as tears filled your eyes.

“I’m in love,” you protested, “that’s the most natural thing there is.”

“Not with …” Your father sighed, rubbing one hand over her face. You knew they loved you in a sense, but they always expected you to live up to their expectations, and what they expected your life to turn out as. A husband, a small army of children, and a nice little house on the outskirts of your city. Maybe that’s what you craved, at one point, but that’s not what the Gods had in store for you and you couldn’t help who you fell in love with.

“I didn’t raise you to turn out this way.” Your mother snapped. Your father shot her a wary look, but she wouldn’t budge. Her face grew red, and you saw tears fill your eyes. “If it was two men I wouldn’t care, but a female?” She ranted, “I won’t allow it.” Her hand clenched around the stem of her wine glass as the liquid swished back and forth.

“You can’t control this.” You said quietly.

“You will do as you are told.” She snapped, pushing up from the table and leaning over to try and get closer to you.

You shoved your chair back abruptly, “I will not,” you said in a shaky voice, struggling to put a lid on your anger.

“If you want to call this your home, you’ll abandon those notions.”

“Dear,” your father started, his eyes wide in alarm, “that’s a bit extreme.”

“I’ll go pack my things.” Silence radiated through the room as you exited. Maybe that was the worst part, that they didn’t try to fix things or call you back. How they just let you go. The parents who claimed to love you, throwing you away because you didn’t fit their mold.

Your older sister waited outside the door, her eyes wide and filled with tears. “Please don’t go.” Only two years separated the two of you, and you’d always been close - thick as thieves, everyone would say, even mistaking you for twins frequently. Sometimes, the two of you didn’t bother to correct them.

“You can’t ask that of me,” your voice was hoarse and you were barely holding it together. She was moving out soon, newly engaged. Your parents knew you were seeing someone and had badgered you for months about your mystery lover, and who he was. You felt your soul slowly tearing in two. Tugged between your family and living your truth. Between hiding and shoving part of yourself down, or embracing who you are.

“I know,” she sighed, and took your hand. “I’ll help you pack.”

Together, you were able to quickly put together a small pack for you, filled with all of your essentials and everything you’d need for the near future. There was a knock on the door, and you scented your mother standing outside. Scented, you thought about that bitterly. A different father than the rest of them, a small affair your mother kept as a ‘family secret.’ Even though your father had quickly forgiven her, desperate to keep her, you were a demi-Fae, and there was no hiding the small canines poking out of your teeth. You kept your smiles closed-lipped, taught to hide your heritage from a young age. And magic, that was explained as an anomaly and you still had tutors to try and help you control it. “We don’t need a loose-cannon in the house.”

“We expect her out within the hour.” She didn’t mean for you to hear the words, but they were harsh and cold.

“Mother,” your sister tried to plead with her, but she only repeated the words and took off down the hall, her shoes clacking on the tile.

“I’d best get going then,” you forced the words out.

“Where will you go?” She asked, closing the door and leaning against it.

Your brother and his wife would take you in for the night, you knew that. That was probably your best bet - and they were just over a mile away, you could make it there in easy time. You almost laughed to yourself, if they knew who your lovers were, they’d likely take a very different tune. And when they found out … you might be using water to douse some flames.

“Probably to Erik’s,” you named your older brother. She nodded to herself, and sent you a tight lipped smile.

“I don’t think any differently of you, you know that right?”

“I know.” You sent her a soft smile and she strode across the room, tugging you into her arms. The dam you kept on your tears almost broke right there, but you managed to keep it together.

“Bring your mystery lovers to my wedding.” She insisted, squeezing your shoulder.

You snuck out of the house, managing to avoid your parents and any other of the inhabitants, with the lone exception of the cat snaking around your legs, mewling softly. You crouched down and left a few scratches on her head before taking a deep breath and braving the cool late fall air.

Each step on the cobblestone seemed to echo throughout your entire body, and you allowed yourself one glance back. The curtain on the large front window was parted, your mothers face peering through to watch you. You made eye contact, and she swung the fabric back, obscuring your view of her. A clear dismissal. You swallowed harshly, and turned away, debating if this was worth it. They were worth it, you reminded yourself.

Halfway to your brothers, you changed your mind. Going there now and explaining everything, having to answer a plethora of questions, felt too raw. He wouldn’t turn you away, but you didn’t have any guarantees he wouldn’t feel the same way as your parents. Or that he wouldn’t try to talk you out of it as well. So, you took a different path, one still familiar to you, and ended up at one of the discreet side gates of the castle. The guards on duty recognized you, and the tear tracks on your face.

One whispered something to the other, and took off across the castle grounds, likely to go find them.

As you approached, the guard - actually a close friend of yours, laid a hand on your shoulder, squeezing lightly. “I’m sorry.” She whispered, and you remembered you’d told her what you planned on tonight, of what you were going to tell your parents.

“It was expected.” You tried to shrug it off.

A figure was darting across the grounds, outlined in the moonlight. She withdrew her hand and stood back at attention. Aelin completed ignored her, instead taking your shoulders in her hands. You couldn’t control it any longer, and the tears started flooding your cheeks, dripping down your face and onto your tunic.

“Oh love,” she murmured, wrapping you tightly in a quick hug before leading you inside. As soon as you’d reached their rooms, she pried the pack off your shoulders, laying it carefully next to the door, before tugging you back in your arms. Sobs wreaked through your body, your chest heaving as you wrapped your arms back around her. She ran her fingers through your hair, whispering how much she loved you, and other sweet things that flew over your head. All that you felt was her, her comforting presence, the thin lid she was keeping on her anger and the worry flooding each part of her. You were almost always put together, they’d probably seen you cry only a few times - and likely happy tears. It took a lot for you to break, but this night had set you over the edge.

Rowan appeared a few minutes later, spotting you tucked in Aelin’s arms and the tears on your face. He managed to pry you away from her, planting you down on the couch before tugging you into his side. The tears were all gone, but your chest still heaved with silent sobs. Aelin returned with a glass of water, watching you to make sure you drank the whole thing.

“Can you tell me what happened?” Rowan said with an unusually gentle voice.

“I told my parents I was in love with both a male and a female. It didn’t go well.” You forced the words out of your mouth. “I didn’t get a chance to tell them who you are before they …”

“They kicked you out.” Aelin’s voice was hard and you glanced up to see the flames dancing in the turquoise and gold eyes, flames starting to dance at her fingertips.

“Don’t make me douse you in water,” you mumbled and the flames retreated slowly. “I’m sorry, I was going to my brothers, and I didn’t mean to intrude, I can leave if -” The words babbled out, coming in fragmented streams.

“No.” Rowan interrupted you. “Don’t leave.”

Aelin crouched in front of you, her fingers tilting your chin up so you’d meet her eyes. She glanced at Rowan once, before fixing her eyes firmly on you. “Live with us.”

“I don’t want to be a -”

She interrupted your sentence, guessing the next word on the tip of your tongue, “you’re not a bother,” she insisted. “Live with us.” You’d only been seeing them for six months, even with the mating bond it felt too … too much like they were taking in a refugee.

“Please.” You blinked slowly before your eyes widened. You’re not certain you’ve ever heard those words from Aelin, except when Rowan was pulling them out of her in very specific ways.

“Am I hallucinating?” She huffed, rolling her eyes at you and moving her hand away just for Rowan to grip your chin, twisting your head so you would look at him.

“No. Move in here.” It was almost like a command rolling from him. You exhaled slowly and nodded. His face lit up, and you heard what might have been a small squeal of joy coming from Aelin. Rowan kept his grip on your chin, “we were going to ask you this week.”

That made you feel a bit better about the situation. He leaned in towards you, pressing a kiss to your forehead before releasing his grip. You let out a low laugh, maybe something good would come out of this.

Aelin tugged you out of your seat, before spinning you in a circle. You laughed as you twisted around, your top catching the air just enough to flare out.

“If only Rowan wasn’t shit at piano, we could dance.” She grumbled, digging her chin into your shoulder, one arm wrapped around your waist to pull you close. Rowan let out a disgruntled noise. Both you and Aelin could play, but Rowan refused to dance except for special occasions.

“They need to make something to record music.”

“I’d empty my bank account for that.” Aelin sighed, squeezing you tighter. You leaned into her, resting your own head on her shoulder, and feeling at peace for the first time in a while. A weight was lifted off your shoulders, the burden of holding a secret like this, and you tried not to think of what else it might cost you. They were worth it, no matter what.

Aelin sent Rowan off to hunt down some chocolate and wine. He seemed reluctant to leave, but a pointed look from her had him on his way. The two of you spent the night sipping fancy wine from the bottle, ignoring Rowan’s insistence for you to use glasses, as he ignored your attempts to get him to try another chocolate.

“I’m still traumatized.” He’d deadpanned, looking right at Aelin. The chocolate-hazelnut cake, you’d heard that particular story a few times and broke into laughter.

“Traitor.” Aelin grumbled at you, snatching the wine away.

You fell asleep between the two of them that night, your back pressed to Rowan’s chest, Aelin’s arm thrown over the two of you as your legs felt together. Natural, this was natural and right. You belonged here, with both Aelin and Rowan, with the two loves of your life. With the ones you’d drown the entire world for.

“Wake up,” you heard Rowan’s voice the next morning. Aelin grumbled and tugged you closer to her.

“No,” her voice was half lidded with sleep as she wrapped herself around you. You blinked your eyes open, still heavy, to see Rowan standing at the end of the bed - already fully dressed and armed. His expression was a mixture of amusement and frustration as he looked to you, seeming to say please help.

You raised a brow, but poked Aelin’s cheek. “Rowan says to get up.”

“Fuck Rowan.”

“You do that quite regularly, Fireheart.”

She let out something like a squawk and buried herself deeper into you.

The three of you took breakfast in their rooms that morning. Your body was hungry, you knew that, but your mind was wandering too much to focus on any food and you poked at your eggs, swishing them around the plate. Rowan was frowning at you, but he thankfully didn’t comment.

“What do you want to do about them?” Aelin finally asked.

“Nothing,” you answered automatically.

“They hurt you.” You looked up to see her fist clenching her glass, her knuckles going white.

Your mothers fingers were white knuckled around the stem of her glass as she stared at you with disdain and hatred, her face swirled into an ugly expression - one you’d never seen pointed in your direction.

“They’re still my parents.” You managed to say, turning your gaze back down to your food, finally spearing a potato and lifting it to your mouth. Objectively, you knew the food was delicious, the food always was at the castle, but today it felt like ash in your mouth.

“They still hurt you,” Aelin pushed.

“Just …” you sighed, abandoning your fork and the pretense of eating. “Leave them alone, please.” You turned to Rowan, who looked a bit less likely to try and storm your parents house. A phrase, from your sister, popped into your mind ‘bring your mystery lovers to my wedding,’

“For now.” Aelin said, and that was probably as close to a compromise as you’d get out of her, and accepted it.

“You’re invited to my sister's wedding.” Her eyes gleamed with mischief, and for a second you regretted mentioning it. “And we won’t ruin it,” you added as a warning.

“No,” she sighed, “Rowan can just scare the shit out of them.” Even Rowan looked vaguely excited by the notion.

Neither wore anything to signify they were royals, with the exception of the crest rings, but their presence and the way they carried themselves would be enough to intimidate anyone, even if their faces weren’t recognizable.

“The King and Queen,” whispers along with shocked gasps following the three of you. Rowan squeezed his arm around your shoulders, and Aelin placed a kiss on your cheek. A clear signal of who they were here with, and it boosted your confidence and resolve. This would be the first time you saw your parents again, but you were here to celebrate your sister. You were glad, in a sense, that they weren’t able to attend the ceremony and couldn’t take away from her big day, even if the feeling felt a bit ugly inside of you. They would understand that.

“The mystery lovers,” your sister mused as you approached her. “Your majesties,” she started to curtsey, but Aelin held her hand up.

“We’re family now, aren’t we?” Your sister nodded, a blush forming on her cheeks. “Then none of that.” She embraced her instead, pulling her into a warm hug. You’d sent word ahead of time that it would be just you at the ceremony, and that your ‘mystery lovers,’ would join you afterwards briefly. Still, watching your sister walk down the isle, with you as her maid of honor - much to your mothers chagrin, was worth it.

Rowan cleared his throat, “we can’t stay long, but we wanted to give you our congratulations.”

He shook her hand, and her new husband’s - who was blushing almost as much as your sister was, to your eternal amusement.

“He’s pretty, isn’t he?” Aelin sighed and winked at your sister, who returned it with a smile. Rowan glared at her half-heartedly. The three of you moved out of the way, letting others come and greet the new bride and groom.

Then, you spotted your mother making her away across the room. Somehow, you managed to avoid her throughout the entire ceremony, but it seemed your luck was at an end. Sweat filled your palms, and your skin began to feel clammy. Rowan’s hand was a steady presence in the small of your back, as they watched your mother approach with a predator's glance, both of them on edge.

“Your majesties,” she dropped into a courtesy, but they didn’t acknowledge her. “Y/n,” she reached her hand out for you, but Aelin shifted to stand in front of you, her eyes narrowed at the woman.

“It’s good to see you.” Your mother tried, but didn’t reach out for you again.

You glanced around the room first, before squinting your eyes to size her up. “I’m afraid the sentiment is not returned,” you spoke quietly enough only she, Aelin, and Rowan would hear.

Her eyes widened in shock, and her jaw dropped. You turned to look at Aelin, who was already staring at you with something like pride on her face. She wrapped her arm around your shoulders and guided you away. Rowan fell into step next to you.

“I’m proud of you,” he said under his breath.

“Is it too late to turn her to ash?” Aelin asked, almost pouting.

You snorted, “it would ruin the festivities.”

“I suppose,” Aelin sighed, squeezing you closer to her. Warmth filled you as you turned to look at her. She pressed her lips to your forehead. “I’m proud of you too.”

#throne of glass fic #throne of glass x reader #rowaelin x reader #rowaelin x y/n #poly!rowaelin x y/n #poly!rowaelin x reader #rowan whitethorn x reader #rowan whitethorn x y/n #aelin galathynius x y/n #aelin galathynius x reader #I did not proofread this #it's late and I'm writing out my trauma

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nahimjustfeelingit-writes · 8 months

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How would the date for the plus size reader Erik bullied go? Would she be impressed by Erik? Would Erik prove how much he has changed?

Sitting within a restaurant alone, a candle flickering in the center of the table, Y/N stared across at the one person she didn’t think she would ever be on a date with. Erik Stevens. If someone were to have told you back in high school that almost twenty years later you would be on a date with Erik Stevens you would have laughed.

This man who turned out to be a Doctor in Engineering and a man who has it all and could have any other woman, asked you out on a date after sliding in your DMs. At first, you thought it was yet another one of his corny ass jokes. You were convinced he hadn’t changed since then. Still hanging with most of the hooligans that aided in your torment.

drerikstevens: hey, Y/N. Long time no see. I hope all is well with you. Just wanted to say how beautiful you look and I was wondering if I could take you out sometime? Catch up? My treat ❤️

Is it the fact that you’ve gained confidence and became a plus size super model? You genuinely wanted to know. Erik isn’t the first to slide in your DMs to flirt from high school. Hell, even a couple of his friends have tried and FAILED. You didn’t forget. So what? Now that you’re all older things are different?

Erik never called you degrading names because of your weight but he did tease you about other things. Your braces, your glasses, your backpack, your acne covered face. It all still hurt. He was attractive back then and even more attractive now. How nice, he secluded a private dinner with the master chef to prepare the meal exclusively for the both of you. He gave you a bouquet of red roses and acted like such a gentleman.

“How’s everything?” Erik questioned you, taking a slow sip of his wine with his onyx eyes unblinking on you.

“Delicious,” you flip your bohemian knotless braids from your shoulder, poking your chest out more even though it was useless because who wouldn’t noticed the copious amount of cleavage on display?

“The first of many dates I hope,” Erik smirked at you with a single dimple.

“Hm…” you inspect your French tips with a pucker of your full glossy lips.

“What?” Erik tilted his head at you.

“You gotta prove to me that you deserve to wine and dine me, Erik.” Y/N said.

Erik chuckled, “Fair enough.”

“I’m not easily impressed. Especially when my suitor was my rival in high school.”

Erik squinted his eyes at you. You challenged him with a look of your own, a look with sultry eyes and a teasing smile.

“That was in the past, baby girl. I was young and dumb. I’ve apologized about that but…I know it’ll take some time.”

You giggle into your glass of red wine. He did apologize to you, but that wasn’t enough.

“What else do I have to do, Y/N?” Erik pleaded.

Y/N couldn’t believe it. Erik Stevens was begging her to let him in. This was priceless. She will remember this moment for the rest of her life. She loved seeing men beg.

“Spoil me like the goddess I am and then maybe I’ll consider giving you a chance.” Y/N said.

“You deserve to be spoiled. I’d spend my last on you.”

We’ll see about that, Stevens.

“Words don’t mean nothing when my hand is empty.” Y/N replied.

Erik smirked at you and then licked his lips. His eyes fell to your cleavage with a bite of his lip. You were enjoying the way he looked at you, but there was no way you were going to give in that easily.

“What made you slide in my DMs, Erik?”

“Because I wanted to take you out…Honestly, I would have done it sooner but…I figured you would diss me.”

“And rightfully so,” You giggle, “You made my life a living hell in high school.”

“I know, I know,” He exhaled with a shake of his head, “you ain’t deserve that, ma.”

Erik reached across and took your hand in his. He peppered kisses with his soft lips that sent shivers down your spine but you didn’t show it. He kissed up your wrist with his eyes on you and you held his gaze.

“Please give me a chance. I’m not the same dude from high school. I’ve changed, and I wanna prove that to you.”

You couldn’t deny that you loved his enthusiasm.

“I’ll let you prove it. But it better be worth my time.”

You couldn’t wait to take advantage of this. Your inner dom was screaming for a turn and you were going to give in to her. No longer were you that shy, naive, insecure girl. You were confident, sexy, and a siren.

“Yes, ma’am.” Erik said.

“I mean that I want you on your knees begging for my forgiveness, Erik.”

He gawked at you. He couldn’t believe what he’d just heard from your mouth. Clearly, your nothing like you were back then. If he backed down you were convinced this was a waste.

“Anything for you, beautiful. Anything.”

You inwardly cheered.

“Oh, really?” You lick your lips.

“I’m dead ass.” Erik replied.

Erik stood up from his seat, fixing his shirt that fit his body in all the right places. He walked over to you and with his eyes never leaving yours he got down on his knees and took your hand in his. You watched him with amusement and turn to face him, your short skirt showing off your generous thighs.

“Y/N, I know I was nothing but a fucking bully to you back then. I was stupid, childish, relentless…Uncaring of your feelings…I’m sorry for being a headache to you. I’m sorry for picking on you the way I did. I know that it won’t change the past, but I’m hoping that I can prove to you that I’ve changed. You just don’t understand how bad I want you, baby girl. So bad. Please…”

You were wetter than ever. Words couldn’t describe how turned on you are seeing him on his knees before you.

“…I forgive you, Erik. But you’re not completely off the hook, handsome.”

Erik smiled up at you with deep dimples and you giggled. He stood and gripped your left thigh in the process. His sturdy hand made your pussy quiver. Erik returned to his seat and you both finished your dinner. He treated you like a queen from that restaurant to his car and even slipped you some cash. This was going to be fun.

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dumbkiri · 6 months

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𝕆𝕦𝕣 𝕎𝕒𝕣

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴏɴᴇ: ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴀʟʟ

[Name] Jaeger was present for the fall of Shiganshina. She saved many lives of the mass, but couldn't save her own mother. Despite all that, she was charged for abandonment by a Garrison official named Woerman.

ʟᴇᴠɪ ᴀᴄᴋᴇʀᴍᴀɴ x ꜰᴇᴍ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Leave a request in my inbox, comment down below for more! I'm going through some and editing as we speak. Series do come first though!

Dear Eren,

In a week’s time, I will be heading outside the walls. When I do I have to tell you the story about Captain Levi and how he saved me from five titans! One day, I’ll make sure to introduce you to him, wouldn’t that be amazing? Would I be the best sibling then?

Anyways that’s not why I am addressing you. I got a very angry letter from mom saying that you wanted to join the Scouts and follow in my footsteps. She warned me that if I don’t stop those “reckless” ideas from forming she would personally drag me off my horse by my ear the next time she sees me to give me a lecture. Surely my ears would fall off for two different reasons!

So little brother, what makes you want to join the Scouts? Aren’t my stories of the outside world enough for you? It’s beautiful out there,but Eren, you do not want to venture outside the walls. Not now. The way it is, you won’t be able to survive.

Titans are exceptional beings that are made and subjected to eating humans. You do not want to see that, I promise you. I have seen plenty of my comrades die in front of me. And I know you have seen the men and women come back with gruesome injuries before. Most don’t make it back home.

I apologize if this scares you, but that’s the point. The world is a cruel and scary place. You know nothing about it and I’m trying my best to keep you hopeful. But titans are ten times bigger and stronger than you all.

I know what that helpless feeling feels like. I almost lost my life until Captain Levi saved me from an awful death. You don’t want to see what a titan can do to a person you love.

With that being said, Eren, you should enjoy the peace in your life right now. Hug mom more often, treat Mikasa nicer, fight harder for Armin and dad? Well you know how he can be sometimes.

He loves us though. He loves all of us, that’s why he keeps fighting. It’s why I keep fighting. I will do everything in my power to keep my family safe this time that includes little Mikasa.

I’ll see you soon, Eren. Give mom a big hug for me, will you? And tell her that I love her too.

Sincerely, [Name] Jaeger

This was Eren’s fifth time rereading the letter his older sister sent him. And today was the day he, along with his mother and Mikasa, were going to send [Name] off with a good luck goodbye. He was going to see her again! This was really the only time he got to spend with her. Before she was sent out of the walls to go exploring.

But something was different today. There was a knock at the door and his mother approached it with a giant smile on her face and a pep to her step. He slightly pouted wondering why she was like that when not even a minute ago she had scolded him about joining the Survey Corps again.

Then his eyes widened in surprise when he saw who exactly was at the door. His smile is uncontainable just like his mother’s. “[Name]! You’re home!” He shouted happily as he ran to his sister and jumped into her awaiting hug.

“Eren, it’s nice to see you again,” Her voice was just a tad bit softer than their mother’s. Her arms squeezed him in a tight hug as she laughed about his struggle to breathe through it all.

“He couldn’t even wait for me to greet you,” Carla sighed and [Name] dropped Eren on the floor as she went to hug her mom. The women laughed about something [Name] had said and Eren blushed when his sister teased him about his excitement for seeing her.

Then a question popped into his head, “Shouldn’t you be gone already? The bells should be ringing any time soon! What if you-”

[Name] looked down at Eren with a gentle smile on her face, “Calm down, Eren. I was given the day off today to speak with Commander Pixis about…politics. Really boring stuff, I tell you.” Eren could see that his sister was just trying to change the subject.

“Oh yeah! I promised Hanji and Levi that I would introduce my kid siblings to them on their way out! Say that you two wanna tag along!” [Name] shouted enthusiastically, her hands on her hips with a proud stance. She knew her brother would be stoked to see his idol and his reaction proved to be correct.

“No way, really! I can meet Captain Levi!” Eren shouted back with the same amount of glee in his voice. His sister nodded her head and gestured outside where a big black horse was standing in a prideful manner waiting for his rider.

Mikasa awed at the sight of the horse before quickly reverting back to her state of neutrality. This was noticed by both of her female guardians and Carla, despite being against the idea of her son joining the Scouts, allowed for this to happen.

“Be safe out there and listen to [Name], got it?” She asked the children with a stern voice and both of them nodded their heads.

[Name] gave a quick kiss on her mom’s cheek and bid her farewell saying, “We’ll be back before supper! I missed your cooking so much!”

Carla laughed and waved her kids off, “Don’t worry, I’ll make plenty for you to take back to your friends too.” The woman closed the door and [Name] laid her hands on the small backs of her siblings. She led them to the calm and quiet horse that patiently waited.

“Let’s do this, yeah?”

Eren watched as [Name] effortlessly picked up Mikasa and sat her in front of the horse’s back with her hands gripping tightly on the silver colored mane. Then [Name] swung herself onto the saddle with a huff steadying Mikasa so she wouldn’t fall.

Eren stepped closer to the black horse and set his hand on the strong hip, petting it softly. “He’s very pretty, [Name],” Eren complimented and the horse trotted in place with a proud neigh. He looked at his sister who extended her hand out to him, “Reaper says thank you for the compliment.”

He knew his sister was strong, but to pull his weight on top of the horse was cool. She used to be so weak back then, but the military must have changed her strength. He was placed behind his sister with his hands clenching on her brown jacket that had the Survey Corps emblem on the back.

“Alright, kids! Hold on tight! Reaper will lose you in the dust if you fall!” [Name] joked lightheartedly and pulled the reins for her horse to go running to where the citizens meet up with the Scouts.

This had to be the best day for Eren, he thought.

……

Hanji was patiently waiting. At least, that’s what she thought she was doing. But her legs couldn’t stop shaking from anticipation. She couldn’t possibly wait to be introduced to her best friend’s siblings! She casually looked to her right and saw her comrade, Levi Ackerman, looking around the crowd that formed on the sides of the path.

His eyes flicked from person to person as if he was waiting to see a specific person.

She wanted to tease him, but first she had to pull him in.

“Aww, I’m gonna miss [Name] on this expedition!” Hanji pouted as she hung her head back in exasperation. Then she straightened out her back and she shouted ahead of her comrades, “Hey Erwin! Why did you let [Name] have to speak to Commander Pixis! It literally could’ve been anyone else in this regiment!”

“Shut it, four-eyes. You’re already giving me a headache.”

Hanji looked to the right and saw Levi giving her a glare already. She smiled and pulled her horse to get closer to Levi’s. “Come on, I know you feel the same, Levi. I know you were looking at the crowd to see the familiar [h.color] hair and beautiful [e.color] eyes. I noticed how close the two of you have been-”

“You’re annoying as ever,” Levi grumbled looking away with a scoff of irritation.

Hanji opened her mouth to retort, but she heard her name being called out with excitement. She whipped her body around as best as she could and saw a woman waving at her with a giant smile.

“Hange~! Levi~!”

Her energetic voice was loud as ever and it brought a smile to the crazy scientist’s face. Then Hanji focused on the kid [Name] brought with her. There was a little girl with long black hair sitting in front of her with stone cold eyes.

Hange recalled that her younger sister went through a lot of trauma as a kid, but they didn’t know how much. The little girl’s eyes reminded them of Levi’s.

The citizens made way for the giant horse [Name] rode on and Reaper casually walked in between Hange’s and Levi’s horses. Upon meeting, the two black horses nudged their faces against each other as their greeting while the humans greeted each other.

“[Name]! I thought you would never come! Both Levi and I were searching for you!” Hange shouted and immediately took notice of hands holding onto [Name]’s vest. “Oh and who is this?”

Hange leaned backwards and saw a boy with brown hair and very pretty teal eyes look at her with a certain shyness in them.

“Hange, Levi, this is my little brother, Eren! Levi, he’s your biggest fan!” [Name] gleamed and pulled a nervous Eren to the front, his bottom resting on her left thigh while Mikasa rested on the right one.

The boy and the man were face to face with each other. Levi being taller on his horse was glaring down at Eren with his neutral look on his face.

“H-hello…sir, I mean, captain!” Eren stuttered out then shoved his face into [Name]’s chest with a quaking smile. Mikasa noticed that Eren was a bit out of his comfort zone and she glared at Levi for the stare he directed at Eren.

Hange laughed and jeered, “Geez, Levi, would it kill you to smile? Hey, Eren, I heard you wanted to join the Scouts!”

This made Eren pick his head up and with a smile, he nodded his head, “Yes, I do! I want to see what’s beyond the walls!” His smile went away and with gloom, said, “These stuffy walls…we’re just like cattle stuck in here waiting for the titans to pick us off.”

“Oh,” Hange said softly and looked at [Name] for some continuation.

“Yeah, Eren, is determined to join the ranks. But mom is strictly against the idea for obvious reasons,” [Name] drawled out and she moved onto the next topic.

“Anyways, this is our sister, Mikasa Ackerman. She is very protective of our Eren which should be my job, but hey! Can’t always be there!” [Name] laughed and Levi caught on to her last name.

“Ackerman?” His eyes lingered on the foreign girl and she nodded her head slowly. They both had the same last name, but didn’t know who connected them to each other.

[Name] watched Levi carefully waiting for more of a reaction than the one of curiosity. Then she continued, “These two love to get into fights with other children. Mikasa is super strong and fast while Eren is very determined! He never knows when to quit!”

Levi hummed in response and focused on the task ahead. He had to get his head back into the game of this cruel world. It was a good thing [Name] wasn’t joining them today. Hanji was right about them getting closer in a relationship.

He didn’t want a distraction on the field and this mission prolongs his feelings for the woman. But when he glanced at her from the side, holding those children in her arms protectively with a smile on her face while talking to Hanji made him question his life with her.

Could they- No, could anyone in the Scouts have a family knowing that they could die outside the walls and never come back? Was it possible to protect one another from the titans?

He couldn’t even protect his friends. Isabel barely made it with [Name]’s help. Even he didn’t know how the two of them survived the abnormal titan.

“[Name] tells me about the outside all the time, but really! How is it?” Eren asked with enthusiasm that broke through his shy shell. Hange laughed at his question and opened her mouth to respond, but Levi beat her to it with his soft voice.

“It’s beautiful out there.”

This silenced the three loud people as they looked at him with shocked expressions. But Eren was the first to break the silence as his hands clenched in anticipation, “It really is, isn’t it? I want to see it! I want to see it all!”

Levi’s eyes widened for a fraction seeing the pretty eyes that belonged to Eren remind him of Isabel. Even his attitude that [Name] spoke of reminded him of the red haired woman.

“Just be patient, Eren,” [Name] said with a gentle voice and a certain sadness in her eyes. Hange and Levi knew that look all too well. [Name] had a point in saying that the boy needed patience. Not everyone was willing to sacrifice their life just to see what was beyond the walls. She wanted to keep his innocence in place.

Levi looked from [Name]’s face over to her brother, he said, “You’re sister is right, brat. Enjoy the life you have now before you dedicate it to the Scouts.”

Then the five of them shot their heads forward when Erwin began his speech for the next expedition. Levi and Hanji shifted in their saddle while [Name] put her siblings back into their respective places.

Levi heard [Name] whisper to her siblings, “That is Commander Erwin, he’s very motivational. Do you guys wanna feel the rush of riding beside the Scouts?”

“Yes, I do!” Eren whispered with excitement and Levi rolled his eyes. This kid was a different breed for sure.

“Okay, hold on tight and make sure to give Hanji and Levi the best “see you later”.”

See you later? Not a goodbye.

Levi looked ahead with a newfound motive. That’s right, he’s coming back to see her smile. To hear her imaginative stories of the outside wall that were lucrative to speak of.

The gates opened up and everyone began riding out to their mission. The five of them rode next to each other for another 30 seconds until [Name] stopped her horse at the entrance. He kept his eyes forward while hearing the voice of Eren Jaeger shouting at them.

His voice was surprisingly louder than the horses running.

“Hanji! Levi! We’ll see you later! Mom has the best food waiting for you!”

Hanji turned around with a smile on her face as she waved at them, her horse continuing to make the distance bigger,

“See ya guys later! I can’t wait to taste it!”

Levi split off from Hanji and his squad followed closely behind him. He already said his ‘see you later’ to [Name] earlier. But he must admit that Eren’s was a bit better with that childlike excitement in his voice.

Little did he know, Levi would come back hearing that the town his friend lived in with her family was destroyed by titans. The terrifying news the bearer held was enough to make him charge straight into Shiganshina to see the destruction.

……

“A fucking hole made by a Titan that was bigger than the walls breached?” Levi questioned angrily, not believing a single word the messengers relay to them.

He stood among Erwin Smith and Hange Zoe along with their respective squad mates.

“Y-yessir! It came down with a single strike of lightning and it peered over the wall! Then it just kicked a hole in and titans started coming through!”

Erwin Smith hummed and stepped up, “What about the Scout that was left behind. She was ordered to speak with Commander Pixis about the Garrison Regiment.”

The lead messenger nodded his head, “Y-yeah, of course! You’re talking about [Name] Jaeger! She granted the civilians of Shiganshina a lot of time by killing the first titans that came through! But then…”

The messenger stopped and thought about his words. The silence was enough to stop the heart of Hange as she grabbed the soldier by the shoulders, “Hey, don’t stop in the middle of explaining like that! She’s not dead!”

The soldier said a small ‘okay’ then resumed his sentence, “But then her family was in danger. She abandoned her post and left to save them. I heard that her mother was terribly injured and her kid siblings just weren’t strong enough to help her…I-I don’t know the whole story. But she’s being held accountable for abandonment.”

“How much time did she grant the civilians?”

Erwin’s question stunted the man and his blue eyes were hauntingly glaring at the messenger.

“H-huh?”

“He asked how much time did she give the people to escape? How many shitty titans did she kill by herself?” Levi reiterated in his own words.

The lead messenger looked back at his colleague and they brought out a piece of paper. Their eyes scanning over the account of witnesses and Garrison soldiers about the woman who wore wings on her back.

“[Name] Jaeger gave a whole seven minutes and 19 seconds of time to run away. She proceeded to kill 27 titans by herself and assisted the Garrison soldiers with many more. Yet she abandoned her post and left an abnormal Titan to burst through the interior wall which she could have stopped.”

The Scouts were silent with the account.

Levi huffed out in annoyance, “You’re telling me, she helped the Garrison soldiers fight and reduced the amount of lives lost only for you guys to put the blame on her for another abnormal Titan bashing in? Isn’t it the job of the Garrison to help evacuate citizens? Why wasn’t anyone helping her family?”

“No disrespect to you all, but you guys weren’t there. The silence that engulfed Shiganshina…the cries of terror after the hole was created…the titans walking- The fear was enough to stun us!”

“Not enough to stun [Name] Jaeger,” Erwin spoke up with his naturally deep voice, “it seems to me she was the only one who responded accordingly to an attack. She’s not a Garrison Soldier, but she did the job of one. Explain to me why that is.” He demanded the shorter man before him and the messenger shook his head.

“I’m not sure why,” The man said quietly nervously looking at the intense eyes Erwin had that made him submit to an actual answer, “M-maybe because she’s braver than me, okay! Maybe I was afraid of losing my life! She’s used to seeing titans, she’s a Scout for crying out loud and one of the best! I’m just a messenger, I never fought a real titan and she has that experience!”

“She was amazing out there,” The second messenger, the one with the witness statements, said out loud for the scouts to hear. The female continued on with a certain spark in her eyes, “[Name] Jaeger had killed so easily that it looked like anyone could do it. She gave me the confidence to kill two titans by myself even with my heart racing in fear. But when I stopped, she didn’t, she continued onward and she thanked me…me for helping her out even though I only killed two.”

Hanji smiled softly and said, “Yeah, that’s what she does best. She lets you know that you did good even if you don’t think the same of yourself. But please, tell me why the Garrison is charging her for abandonment, but none of you are facing the same consequence.”

The female looked at her partner and she sighed, “Captain Woermann is the one charging her because he believes she could have stopped the second titan from blowing another hole.”

Erwin hummed and asked the woman, “Do you think he’s right?”

“No,” she shook her head, “ the cannons did nothing to stop the second titan. It had armor all over his body. I’m one hundred percent sure that her blades couldn’t have pierced through the plates at all.”

The topic changed immediately when Levi asked an important question that can change the charges against his friend, “Was anyone with her when she tried to save her family?”

The woman’s eyes widened and she nodded her head, “Y-yeah, actually, it was Hannes.”

The male messenger rolled his eyes and scoffed, catching the attention of the scouts.

“What’s with that reaction,” Levi questioned, his eyes narrowing into a glare.

“Hannes is a drunk,” the man replied with a sneer, “all he did early in the day was drink with his buddies. That man can’t guard shit and-”

“Good,” Erwin smiled and looked at Levi and Hanji, “that’s good. We can use his story to get [Name] out of her trial without any punishments given.”

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ohblitz0 · 8 months

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A/N: Okay— I saw this post and it inspired me to write something of my own. When it comes to Price, I just can’t help myself, okay!!!

Warnings: Neighbor!Price, Dirty talk, Profanity, Unprotected p and v (wrap the tool before you fool) Age gap, Smoking, Use of sex toy, Degrading, annnnd I think that’s it? Let me know if I missed anything. Mdni!!

He knows. He definitely knows now what’s going on inside of that pretty little head of yours. At first it wasn’t as noticeable since he’d be gone for long periods of time because of work. But, when he was around, he noticed his pretty little neighbor. You were always so sweet to him. The coming down of missions were hard but the small interactions he had with you brought him back, eased him into a normal routine at home.

His apartment was small but it was home. He didn’t need anything extravagant since it was just him and he’d be away most of the time. Time here was less lonely with you as his neighbor. You once asked him to fix the faucet of your kitchen sink.

There was a knock at his door, it was a bit strange to him because he never has visitors unless called upon. Swiftly pushing his handgun behind the back of his jeans before he went to the door. Just in case. When he opened the door he realized it was no threat just you— but that doe eyed look on your face could be the death of him.

“Sorry to bother you, Mr. Price— Uhm, my sink, it’s leaking and I was wondering if you could come by and take a look?” Your hands were clasped in front of you, a bit fidgety from nerves. You couldn’t help it. Your attraction to this military man gave you butterflies in your stomach. Before he answered he had given you a once over, eyes drifting from your own to down your body before back up to your eyes. You could feel your cheeks start to burn, only just realizing you were wearing a pair of very short sleep shorts and a small little tank— poor little you forgetting to put a bra on. Instantly you wrapped your arms around your chest but in Price’s eyes that only made it worse. You were practically showcasing your pretty tits to the older man.

“No bother at all, sweetheart. I’ll come have a look.” He said after clearing his throat. He’d let you know that he would meet you there after grabbing some tools. After this, it became a frequent thing. You would come over and ask for his help with things in your apartment. In return you’d bake him goodies or make him lemonade for hot days. In reality, you wanted to give him more than just that.

Your life in terms of men were not so good. You weren’t looking for a relationship but if someone good came along you weren’t opposed to the idea. Recently though, you’ve had many hookups. Each one being more disappointing than the last. You blamed the man next door. Just looking at Price made your thighs clench with need, you had to let off that steam some how, okay? The only thing is, those nights were never satisfying, leaving you to fake it every time.

“You okay, love?”

Shit.

You didn’t realize you were daydreaming. You couldn’t help it not when Price was in your apartment, large biceps on display as he fixed a light in your bedroom that ‘seemed’ to stop working. You only nodded giving him a small smile in return but that didn’t seem to satisfy him. He stopped what he was doing and stepped down the ladder. Arms crossed now with a stern look on that handsome face— that sent a shiver down your spine.

“C’mere.” He simply said, sitting down at the edge of your bed and patting the empty spot next to him. You obeyed, walking over to him and sitting down with hands clasped upon your lap. You knew he wouldn’t finish his work unless you gave him some answer. You sighed. Don’t make it obvious.

“Nothing serious, really. Just boy problems.” Which made him hum in return.

“Whatever it is, love. Don’t go after boys anymore but men that’ll treat you right, okay? You deserve more than that.” And with that he placed his large hand on top of your thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze. You turned to look at his face, your cheeks a bit flushed, your cunt throbbing just from his touch.

“Like you?” You asked softly, a small grin made its way on your face. Feeling a bit bold with the Captian in the moment. This made him retract his hand, clearing his throat as he stood up.

“I could be your dad, sweetheart. Maybe, a bit too old.”

“So..” you muttered to yourself as you stood up. He definitely heard your soft voice which made him look back down at you. You only smiled up at him.

“What did you say?”

“Want some lemonade?”

After this moment your interactions with Price were different. You openly ogled him, your stare would linger on him as he ‘fixed’ things in your home. You had to make up things just to get him here at this point. You needed to see him, it sated that ache between your legs.

One evening you had come home from an outing with friends, bringing along a visitor that would hopefully fill your needs. He was cute, your age, and made you laugh all evening so why not? The two of you walked towards your front door but you’d notice that cloud of smoke anywhere. Price was sitting out front with a cigar in hand, white tank top tucked into jeans that just hug his large thighs perfectly. His arms out on display was making your mind foggy. He had too much control over you and you realized that when the man next to you laughed a bit.

“Hm?” You hummed as you looked back at him. He gestured a hand to the door and you giggled softly, muttering sorry before opening it and walking in together.

Instantly his hands were on you, cradling your face as he kissed you softly. You hummed in delight, wrapping your arms around his neck, jumping up to wrap your legs around his waist as he carried you to bed. When he began fucking you, you whined— not in pleasure but in frustration. The poor man on top of you couldn’t tell the difference though. Again you were left to fake another orgasm. Why couldn’t anyone make you feel good? You blamed Price for this. You blamed all of it on him because why was he so handsome? Later that night when your little fling left you couldn’t sleep. Rolling over in your bed you went into your nightstand to grab your trusty vibrator. Pushing your underwear aside you heard the buzz start to go off when you turned it on, placing it against your folds.

“Hmm, fuck—please, sir..” you whimpered out, already a mess from just the thought of him alone. You felt that edging climax came near and when it did, his name fell from your lips like a song.

Your alarm jolted you awake. The sun beaming little streaks of light through the curtains of your bedroom. You groggily got up, stretching your limbs before going into your bathroom to get cleaned up. Once you were all finished, you started making yourself some coffee to start the day. A little headache was itching at your brain from the night before, you didn’t have much to drink but you had enough to feel it. You were just relaxing when you heard a knock at your door.

Strange.

You got up, your bare feet padding against the wooden floors as you opened your door. Surprised to see Price standing there, a certain look in his eyes. This felt like deja vu. It was like the first time you went over to his place, you were wearing your skimpy little sleep shorts and tank but now he was at your door wanting something. Before you could speak, he shook his head almost disapprovingly of you.

“What did I tell you, hm?” His voice wasn’t the soft one he usually spoke to you with. This one was stern, authoritative, powerful. It made your heart pick up as you looked up at him in confusion. He ‘tsk’ at your failure to answer, allowing himself through the threshold and closing the door.

“Price! You can’t just barge your way in..I just woke up.” You said with utter confusion, your arms crossing over your chest, trying to cover up in front of him but it was no use. He’d already seen this before, hadn’t he? He scoffed, arms crossing over his own chest as he towered over you. His stance allow made it clear that he was the one in charge.

“What. Did. I. Tell. You?” He demanded, stepping in your space as one of his hands went to grip the nape of your neck, pulling you close. Your face fell flushed and your core was already soaking. Your eyes searched his own for answers, your arms leaving your chest as both your small hands went to grip on his arm that was holding you for support. You stammered a bit at first, a loss for words before it clicked. He saw. He saw you last night with that boy.

“Don’t go after boys..” You trailed off, and he raised a brow, his thumb caressing your bottom lip that trembled in anticipation.

“Attagirl. And what did you decide to do? Hm?” He was mocking you now and it made your knees weak. His other hand went to your hip, gripping the soft flesh there, to steady you. You whined, your grip tightening on his arm as you looked at him with pleading eyes, ‘go on’ he muttered.

“I brought a boy home.” You almost whimpered out pathetically. You needed him so bad but he was punishing you, making you wait, because you went against his advice didn’t you?

“That’s right. I’d call you a good girl but you haven’t been one have you?” His words stung deliciously.

“We’ll have to fix that.” He murmured more to himself as swiftly picked you up, throwing you over his shoulder and heading straight to your bedroom. A small gasp leaving your lips from the action.

“John!”

“No, no, it’s sir. Isn’t it?”

Fuck. He heard you last night. He heard everything. He threw you on your bed, a small ‘hmf’ sound leaving your lips as you sat up on your elbows looking up at him. The sound of his belt buckle made your eyes dart down to his waist, a prominent bulge could be seen straining against his jeans. When he freed his cock, you eyes grew big, he was so fucking huge. You started to shuffled backwards into your bed but that only made him scoff. His large hand gripping one of your ankles and pulling you back down to him.

“Running away are we?” He chuckled.

He was manhandling you at this point. Flipping you over on your stomach, pushing your ass up to him. He roughly pulled your sleep shorts down your thighs, finding that you weren’t wearing underwear at all. Fuck, the sight of your cunt was gonna make him cum already.

“No. You’re gonna stay put and take all of me, sweetheart. This is what you wanted isn’t it? Bringing me here to do pointless things that I’m sure your dumb little brain could figure out. But, I think that’s what you need. Need me to tell you what to do huh?” You only whimpered out, not able to muster up any thought or words as you felt the tip of his cock run up and down your folds. He started pushing inside you, painfully slow, your hands gripping the sheets, mewling at the thickness.

“You can take me, baby. Cunt already got used last night didn’t it? No need for me to loosen you up, hm?” And with that he thrusted in hard, bottoming out inside you. Your face pressed into your mattress as you moaned. He was too big, bigger than any guy you’ve had, you weren’t used to this at all.

“Please, sir— please..” already cockdrunk, you couldn’t form any coherent words but all you knew was that he needed to fuck you.

“Sh, sh. I’m gonna take care of ya.” He grunted out, his body leaning over yours, engulfing you in him, you were so much smaller than him. His lips kissed at the back of your neck, his hands gripping your hips as he started to thrust. They were fast and sharp, hitting a spot that nobody has been able to reach. Your back arched into him, ass pressing into him more as his hips connected with it. The lewd sounds of skin connecting and your juices covering his cock could be heard.

“Thaaat’s my girl. Taking my cock so well, like it was made for me.” He murmured alongside your neck, nipping the skin there. You could feel his warm breath, mixed with the faint smell of a cigar and mint. The sound of his own grunts spurring you on.

“it was..hmf— jus’ for you.” You moaned, turning your head to get a look at him. Your hair messy, already sticking to the side of your forehead. John leaned down, connecting your lips in a rough kiss. All teeth and tongue as he snapped his hips harder and faster. As he pulled away, a small string of spit connecting the two of you. He sat up, pressing a hand into your lower back, making it arch more for him.

“Waited so fucking long for this—hm fuck, You gonna be my good girl, baby? Shit. No more going out with boys who don’t know how to please this sweet cunt of yours.” His other hand moving from your hip to rub against your puffy clit. This made you whine, bucking your ass back into him for more.

“was so frustrated.. needed you so so bad!” you babbled, feeling that edge that only you were able to make when you were alone. John was making you feel more than that. A knot at the pit of your stomach felt like it was gonna break, like you were gonna burst full of ecstasy.

“ ‘m gonna— sir, please, ‘m gonna cu—“

“Yeah? Gonna cum all over my cock? Go ahead, sweetness. Fucking make a mess.” He growled, gripping your hair into a fist as he started plowing into you. His hips becoming sloppier as he came near his own release. You clenched around him hard and moaning so loudly, finally sedating that ache that’s been there for months.

“Fuuuckk, that’s a good girl, that’s my fucking girl. Did so good for me. Fuck. I’m close, darling.” He grunted, hips fucking into you at a dying pace. Leaning forward in over you with a hand resting near your head as he grinds deep inside of you. His head pressed into your neck, you cunt pulsing from overstimulation.

“Where baby? Where do you—fuck, where?” He babbled to you, feeling himself come undone, the fact that he was asking made your stomach flip.

“inside, pleaaase?” your voice so fucked out and needy. your answer sent him over the edge. He groaned loudly, giving two hard thrusts before his seed coated the inside of your walls.

“Fuuuckin’ hell.” He moaned, hands gripping your hips so hard you’re sure bruises will be there tomorrow. You giggled, pressing back into him more, wriggling your ass, helping him ride out his high. You felt so full, finally satisfied. A whine leaving you lips as he pulled out, that full feeling disappearing. His hands gripped your ass, spreading the flesh so he could see his cum leak out of your sweet cunt.

“Now, what did you learn?” He breathed out deeply, hands kneading the flesh of your ass. You twisted your body slowly, a drunken look at on your face. God, he looked so good. His body glistening in sweat, the happy trailed that lead all the way down…

“Hey, focus up.” His voice stern as he gave your ass a small swat. You giggled again, biting your lip, the sound made his own lips turn up into a grin.

“No more boys. Just you, sir.” You squeaked out, turning over fully on your back so you could sit up. You felt his cum and your own slick dripping down your thighs as you moved. One of his hands grasping your chin, tilting you to look up at him.

“And that’s an order.” He whispered before placing the gentlest kiss upon your lips.

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A/N: Hope you all enjoy our Mr. Price. <3

#captain price #john soap mactavish #john price #könig mw2 #soap mw2 #ghost mw2 #call of duty mw2 #gaz mw2 #ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #cod price #price x reader #simon ghost riley

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walkingintheheartbreaksatellite · 8 months

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Fake Happy(1)

(Harry Styles x Reader)

Song:

Summary: A heartbroken Harry meets a heartbroken Y/N. Friends to lovers.

Warnings: Cursing.Angst.Fluff.

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“Trevor, you need to figure your shit out.”

He scoffs into the phone.

“Y/N, you know how much this means to me-.”

“Of course I do! I’ve been working my ass off to support us when you move here and now you’re just suddenly done?! You haven’t spoken to me for days and now you drop this on me?!”

He sighs and I sniffle, fighting back my tears.

“I just- I don’t think we’re good together anymore… I’m sorry Y/N, but that’s the way it is. Don’t make this harder than it has to be.”

He hangs up, and my tears start to fall. I sniffle and wipe my face with my sleeve before locking my car and heading into my parents large house. It’s crowded inside and it takes me a few minutes to find my father, who gives me a look of displeasure the second he sees me.

“Y/N, what have we talked about? You can’t show up to these things in that ratty uniform of yours. Diane, sweetheart, would you please take her upstairs and fix her?”

My mother smiles and nods, taking my hand and pulling me through the house and up the stairs into my parent’s bedroom. She shuts the door and turns to me, pulling me into a hug.

“I’m so sorry sweetheart…”

My eyes widen and she pulls away, wiping away my remaining tears.

“How did you-.”

“Mother’s instincts. You were far too good for him. You are more than I ever thought you could be. I’m very proud.”

I sit on the edge of the bed and she walks into her closet.

“Why…? Father isn’t happy…”

She comes out with a cocktail dress and a pair of matching heels, a frown on her face.

“That may be so, but it’s only because he wants to keep you safe. He feels he can’t do that when you’re on your own. But you’re a strong, independent girl. You are entitled to live your life as you choose and sweetheart, you are doing amazing. You support yourself no matter what, and I could never be prouder…”

She sits down next to me and takes my hand.

“Sweetheart, you be the best you that you can be. And if Trevor can’t see that- someone else will. Now, let’s not keep your father waiting. Go change and I’ll do your hair and makeup.”

I sigh and stand up, changing in the bathroom before coming out and taking a seat at my mother’s vanity. She begins to brush my hair and then she braids it, tying it up with a bow. I slip on some earrings she holds out to me before she slips on a diamond necklace.

I slip on the heels and she quickly does my makeup when there’s a knock the door. My father pokes his head through the door and smiles when he sees me, coming in before closing the door behind him.

“Much, much better. Now, come along. I have someone I’d like to introduce you to.”

I take his arm reluctantly and escorts my mother and I downstairs to a small group of men, one I recognize awfully well. I quickly grab a champagne flute off of a nearby tray and I down it, making my father a scoff.

“Gentleman, forgive my daughter for her lack of.. decorum- Harry, I’d like to introduce you to my daughter, Y/N. Y/N, sweetheart, this is-.”

“Harry Styles…”

Harry smiles and holds out his hand to me. I shake it with a blush and a small smile. The older man discuss for a few minutes and I stand there, downing a few more flutes before someone taps my shoulder. Harry.

“Did you maybe want to get some air? It’s getting a bit stuffy in here and it seems like you could use some air as well.”

I smile and nod, following him outside. I take a seat on the deck bench, clutching my half empty flute. Harry takes a seat next to me and doesn’t speak for a minute.

“So…You seem bothered.”

I scoff and shake my head.

“You’ve known me all of ten minutes. How could you possibly know that?”

He sighs and I turn my head to him.

“Because I recognize the look on your face. The same one I’ve had the past few months…”

I frown and place my hand on his shoulder.

“Love sucks.”

He lets out a light laugh and nods.

“A bit…”

I sigh and lean against the wall.

“One minute You’re planning your future and the next your heart is smashed to pieces.”

He leans against the wall and looks at me.

“So why fake happy?”

I sigh and fiddle my fingers.

“My father. He doesn’t exactly make it easy to be human. I have to keep up an image. He’s already angry enough that I don’t live alone- let alone that I work…”

I finish off my champagne flute and I kick of my heels, flinging them into the grass.

“Don’t you have anyone to confide in?”

I side eye him, shaking my head.

“I confide in my pillow. Just as I always do. And what about you? Surely you’ve got people who understand you.”

He gives me a sad smile and shakes his head.

“Technically I guess I do. But not anyone I feel comfortable telling.”

I stay quiet for a minute before I decide to bite the bullet and speak my mind.

“If you ever need anyone… You can call or text me. I’ll be here if you need to talk…”

He widens his eyes and looks at me, his mouth gaping.

“You’d do that? Why?”

I shrug and give him a small smile.

“Sometimes it’s nice to lean on someone. And maybe… I don’t know- maybe we can be that for each other… Friends?”

He smiles and leaps to me, hugging me tight as I laugh.

“Yes! I’d love that! But promise me one thing?”

He pulls away and I look at him as he takes my hand.

“Let’s not fake happy around each other. Deal?”

I like my pinky with his and smile.

“Deal.”

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This is only part one lovelies! I promise they’ll be together! Please let me know what you thought!

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escapingrealtiylovinginsanity · 3 months

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Sonny Carisi: Tears For A Good Man

I was writing a Nick Amaro story. This popped into my head, and it wouldn’t let go. My first attempt at another one of my favorite SVU men Carisi. I was nervous to write him, but I had so much fun with it. Someone has to tell me if I hit his character right.

Your mind is in a whirlwind. You have no idea how you’ve come to be at this spot in your life. It doesn’t feel real. Your life wasn’t like this. Good things just didn’t happen to you like this. So, you just watched the scene play out in front of you through misty eyes. Time had slowed, and words were taking longer to process adding to the surreal state.

Sonny didn’t notice as he pulled Chinese food boxes from a paper bag and set them on your desk. He was chatting animally, about how he wasn’t sure if you were still trying to cut back on carbs, and that you really didn’t need to. He had been craving Chinese and he thought you should eat some too. He honestly liked his woman with meat on their bones, curves, he was Italian after all. But he had gotten you a salad too.

You had been the one complaining to him last week that since you had started seeing him two months ago you had gained almost ten pounds and now your pants were tight. Sonny was an amazing cook and he loved to feed you. You loved to eat his cooking, but he couldn’t really be okay with you gaining weight, could he? No man was like that. They were visual, they wanted their woman to look like they had just walked off the runway impossibly small. It had been a hard pill to swallow as you had started dating in high school. As you had gotten older it hadn’t gotten better. Men had a way of giving women body issues.

“I got you a Coke before I remembered that you're giving up pop too. So, I got you a Raspberry Lemonade instead.” He was setting the drinks on the desk as he spoke, “Then I remembered how much sugar it had and got you water. I got tell you though doll, a salad and water doesn’t sound like much of a meal to me.” There was a twinge of exasperation in his voice.

You feel tears start to roll down your face. Sonny had only texted you an hour beforehand to see if you had time for a quick lunch. You had expected to just meet him somewhere, you didn’t have a lot of time but enough to sit down and eat. You hadn't expected him to come over with a feast of Chinese food for the both of you, a salad if you decided you wanted to continue your healthy eating, and three different drinks because honestly who did that? You would blame the tears on PMS because in what world does a girl start crying because her boyfriend is being nice and respectful to her.

When Sonny turns and sees your tears, he cuts off midsentence concern written all over his face. “Hey, hey, hey, what's wrong sweetheart?” You can’t say anything emotions bubbling up through your stomach. “Did I do something wrong? I didn’t mean to.” You roll your eyes at yourself for being stupid, not him. When Sonny sees it, he doesn’t interpret it that way. He reaches for you putting a hand on your shoulder. His voice lowered to almost a whisper, “Is it because I brought that salad? Honey, I don’t want you to eat that. I was just,” He groaned bringing his other hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose. “I was just trying to be respectful of your decisions. In hindsight, I can see how it looks bad though.” His voice is tense and then changes to a more upbeat problem-solving tone, “I’ll just go get you something different. Anything you want, just tell me.”

You shake your head at the absolute absurdity of this situation. You finally find your voice, “Sonny please, stop.” He pauses near the closed door of your office. “It’s not the salad. I-I'm just being stupid.” He walked back up to you, caressing your tearstained cheek and wiping at the stray tears with his thumb. Sonny had always been a problem solver, so his mind went to the next possible problem.

“Am I moving too fast again?” That was something you had told Sonny. It had been in a serious conversation right as you agreed to start a relationship where you had admitted that his confidence and speed of the relationship scared your jaded fragile heart. You had admitted none of your relationships had lasted over six months and that you were nervous about ruining the good thing that the two of you had. “I’m trying to keep it slow baby, but it’s something new to me. I didn’t think lunch would be a big deal. I mean we have before-” Your lower lip trembled as you saw the frustration in his face. You were forcing your insecurity onto him.

“No Sonny, you're not.” You wrap your hands around his shoulders pulling him tightly to you, he is stunned for a minute before returning the embrace heartily rubbing you back comfortingly. “Thank you,” You whisper in his ear squeezing him tighter.

“Um, I-I'm not going to lie doll, I’m coming up empty on this one.” One of his hands is still rubbing your back, the other twisted into your hair. Your next words make the tension fall from his shoulders as he kisses your head before tucking it back under his chin.

“Thank you, for showing me what a good man is really like.”

I know it was short, but this was just to get my feet wet. I love Sonny but I’ve never written a character like him before. I hope everyone finds their Carisi. If you haven’t, you're in good company. Love you guys xoxo

#svu #law and order svu #law and order special victims unit #sonny carisi #dominick carisi #carisi #sonny carisi imagine #sonny carisi x reader #sonny carisi x you #imgaine

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lillylvjy · 4 months

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Hii

Can you please write a Wilbur x reader from the sorry boys zombie apocalypse video? Thank you ❤️

🎥Anon

Hi! Yes ofc I can!

warnings; reader has low iron deficiency, reader feels guilty about it, all of the boys are so sweet, sweet Tom and reader moments, established relationship, kissing, Wilbur “dies”, mention of reader liking older men, it’s all around silly and like the video just with reader!

wc; 9k….. shhhh

edited…. NOPE

who; Wilbur soot x reader, sorry!wilbur x reader

“Thanks Janet, fuck.” Charlie said opening the video after the brief intro, followed by Tommy crying and leaning over the edge of the wall. “It’s all over man, it’s all over! You gotta pull it together!” Charlie grabbed Toms shoulders as Tommy cried out for his mother.

“He’s kinda pathetic.” You whispered to Wil, huddling close to his warmth as you watched the interaction.

“He’s always pathetic.” Wil said back, wrapping an arm around you, bringing you into him. “You should’ve taken the coat I offered.”

You nuzzles into his neck, loving how he was practically a walking heater. “I’m good, I have you.” You heard Wil give a soft chuckle as he kissed your head.

Letting go of you, ignoring the whine you let out as the warmth left, Wil walked up to Tom and leant down as he looked him in the eye. “It’s worse than you could ever imagined.”

“I should’ve installed optifine?”

“We’re in Portsmouth.” Wil declared to Tom as Tom yelled in agony.

“Jesus Christ you’re loud!” You told the blonde as he popped up after the bit was done.

“It’s my specialty! You should know that by now.” Tom said as he smiled at you. You smiled back as you gently hit his arm.

——

“Hi, my names William Godwinson and here’s my 8-foot vertical leap.” Wil said as he ran up and barely made the jump as he stood up and looked proud of himself.

“What’s up I’m Charles Dogman and here’s my 9-foot vertical leap. Jackass!” Charlie said to Wil as he ran up to the wall and tripped, failing miserably. “Ow fuck!”

“You guys are idiots, we’re gonna die-“ the camera cuts off before your sentence was finished, cutting it off as it cut to Wil frantically asked where to go.

“Oh, I don’t know. Safety!” You sarcastically said to the brunette as you smiled down at you, and lightly shoved you.

“Are we going down this way?” Charlie asked pointing down to the pit.

“I mean, it’s either that or the cliff so-“

“Shit, that makes my life easy.” You said as you started to jokingly get up on the wall following the cliff.

“No! No we are not doing that!” Wil picked you up before you could fully get up, anxiety radiating off of him a bit.

“I’m fine Wil, I promise. I was joking.” You whispered to him as he set you down.

“I know but still, you could’ve fell. Just be careful please.” Wil cupped your face as he looked down at you, making sure you understood.

“Always. I’ll be glued to you anyways. I’m terrified.” You said as Wil laughed and followed where the other boys were going, dragging you with.

“There’s only one way boys. In!”

“I don’t, I don’t want to.” Wil said as he looked down at the pit yet again. “What’s your name? Weirdo? Freak? Idiot? Fucking cunt?” Wil asked Ran as Tom started to laugh, as you scoffed at him.

“That’s the full name.”

“Have you met me?” Ranboo said as the drone zoomed out and showed the whole ground.

“Listen guys! We’re all, we’re all boys right? We’re all boys.” Charlie said, putting his fist up to Tom.

“I’m no boy. I’m no man. I am sperm.”

Tom said as groans were heard all around you.

“Guys…” you said quietly.

“Alright, Cum. Put it in.”

“Cum. Nice to meet you cum.” Wil gave Tom a fist bump as well.

“Guys…” you said a bit louder.

“Everyone! Okay, everyone. Bring it in, let’s cum on three-“ Charlie said as the boys all huddled together as you stayed at the edge looking down at the mass amounts of actors in the pit now.

“You sure. It might take me longer than that.”

“One, two, three- CUM!” They all screamed out.

“GUYS!” You yelled, finally getting their attention after a bit.

“Oh my god! That’s just straight zombies guys!” Charlie yelled as he jumped up on the wall.

“Yeah no shit!” You sarcastically said as you waited for all of them at the top of the hill.

“Get down!”

“What’s that going to do? They can still hear and smell us?” You said as you walked further down the way.

“Love, where are you going?” Wil came over and stood next to you.

“Trying to find a way in. If the walking dead served me any good, it’s to sneak into places. Without making too much noise.” You said as Wil shook his head and smiled at you.

“Well, lead the way darling.” He put his arm out in front of him as you bowed.

“Thank you, kind sir.” You joked as he wrapped his arms around your waist and hid his face in your neck as Charlie came up to you all.

“Guys! I’m gonna kite them!” Charlie yelled at all of us as he started making random noise, attracting all of the zombies while the rest of you found a way in.

“Guys in here!” Ranboo said as you all climb down, Wil helping you, as Charlie continued to distract the “dead” people.

“This is kind of the part that I haven’t really figured out!” Charlie yelled as he started panic.

“There’s no time for baseball now, Phil!”

“If I don’t make it, take my spork! Take my spork!” Charlie yelled as he threw the utensil, getting it no where. “Everyone over here!” Charlie continued to yell and distract.

“Where’s the spork?” Tom asked as he and Wil went to check what was happening.

“Go! Go! We need to go inside!” Wil told you all as he grabbed your hand and pulled you with him.

You all finally made it to this little area that welcomed you with an arched door way and a bunch of random junk.

“Charles. Did you get your spork? Where’s your spork?” Ranboo asked as he saw him coming down the hallway.

“I lost my fucking spork, guys.” Charlie said defeated.

You leant against the wall and closed your eyes as Wil stood in front of you and rubbed your arms and looked at Tom as he put a random ladder in the doorway, doing absolutely nothing.

“What the fuck is this?” Wil asked, bewildered.

“There’s no where to go up there!”

“Ok, to be honest, I don’t know your name but what you’re doing right now is pretty fucking dumb and not going to help us in the slightest!” You told Tom, playing into the bit as he laughed and adjusted it.

“It’ll help slow them down!” Tom said looking at you with wide eyes.

“…. They may be dead but they aren’t dumb-“

“They kind of are-“

“Ranboo you’re not helping.” You said as you looked at him with soft eyes as he nodded and turned to talk to Phil.

“Where are you gonna climb?” Charlie asked, laughing at the stupidity of the situation.

“I’m a fool!”

“Are you trying to set up a Looney Tunes trap for the fucking zombies ?” Charlie asked as you searched around for clues, tools, anything to get you out because frankly you were scared and all the survival shows you watched were coming in handy. At least you hoped.

“I don think we need the spork!” Tom said as you looked at him wide eyed, knowing what was about to go down.

“Goddamnit! Just imagine your beans! Okay? Imagine your beans! Imagine your a can of beans-“ Charlie started to rant as you tuned all of it out, sitting in the chair that you found, silently giving up on getting out with tweetle dee and tweetle dumb fucking around.

Wil came around the little corner you hid around and found you sitting in the chair.

“Hey, you alright?” He said as he crouched down, looking up at you as he rested his hands on your knee and lower thigh, rubbing to try and comfort you in anyways he could.

You smiled down at him as you cupped his face. “I’m ok, promise. Just needed a little break, got overwhelmed with all the yelling and echoing but it’s ok! I’m good!” You said as you rubbed his cheekbones, wanting to give him the same comfort back while silently saying:

‘I’m ok because you’re here.’

He smiled back as he turned his head and kissed your palm. Getting up, he pulled you up with him and hugged you, arms around your neck as he kissed the top of your head.

“I have an idea..” he whispered to you as he let go of you and picked the chair up. “May I use this?”

You nodded as he walked out. “We can start a council!” You quickly followed him out as he placed the chair down and sat in it.

“The rock is our leader.” Tom said, picking up a rock he found and handing it to Wil. “Guys! Wilbur has the talking role. Be very quiet. Wilbur, what do you want to say?”

“Guys, it’s been hard. The Covid-19 pandemic, and then, whatever the fucks going on now-“ Wil got cut off my a bunch of groans being heard from down the way.

“Oh fuck-“ you said as you looked wide eyes down the hall.

“They’re coming.”

“Oh god!”

“Tommy! Save the rock!” Wil said as he came up to you and grabbed your hand in his and started to walk down the corridor that led to another hallway.

All of you scampered down the hall and found a stair case, rushing down it while screaming in fear and panic as the zombie’s groans approached closer. Wilbur gently pushed you in front of him, running close behind you down the hall.

“Why are there so many halls?!” You yelled out as you ran.

“Who ducking knows but I can’t do this anymore-“ Wil said, slightly out of breath as you came to a stop.

“Why’re they fast?!” Charlie screamed.

“These aren’t slow zombies. These aren’t slow zombies!”

You and Wil found a door, hidden behind a corner. “C’mon! Here.” You said as you popped open the door and stepped in, Wilbur and the rest of them close behind.

“Shut the door, shut the door!” Tom yelled as he hid in the corner.

——

“Question for you guys, how do you all feel about spending the rest of our days in this room?” Wil asked all of us as you sat in his lap, slightly lightheaded from running and just wanted to be close to him .

“If I’m with you, I’m good.” You whispered in his ear as he smiled and rubbed your back, softly humming in your ear only loud enough for you to hear.

“Well uh, we’ve got a gun in for day three, so-“ once ranboo mentioned a gun, everyone was all eyes on the object.

“What the fuck-“ Wil said as he gently got up and placed you back on the seat, squeezing your hand, a silent promise he’d be back. Wil grabbed the gun as he examined it.

“Yo, wait- does that work?”

“It doesn’t got a magazine.” Wil said before pointing it at Charlie.

“Whoa! Whoa!”

“No, just give it a- I can take it man. Here I can take it-“ charlie insisted as he went up and set the guns barely to be directly aiming at his mouth.

“No, I’m doing it, I’m doing it. I promise you-“

You rested your head on the back of chair as you watched the men go back and forth, playing with a gun. Like children.

——

“Is there any resources in here we can use?” Wil said as he hopped on the chair you were once sitting in, now sitting on the dusty floor watching them all .

“Uh- I see about 3 metal, 2 screws, 5 paper, a water right there.” Ranboo started listing everything he saw.

“I’ve got a bit of a tall order here.” Wil said as he looked down at all of us, standing at a good 8-9 feet with the chair.

“That’s true cause you’re up, yeah, that’s good.”

“Does anybody know how to craft?”

Wil asked as Charlie started laughing.

“I was hoping you’d ask-“ Charlie then turned around and started waving his hand around like he was casting some spell close to the ground.

“What is he doing?” Tom asked confused as you shook your head and smiled at the man.

“Camouflage.” Charlie presented the packaged camo tarp they bought earlier for the video.

Wil and Tom came over to you as they asked you to open the material, since they were struggling to break the plastic.

“Jesus, this is sad-“ you took the package as you ripped it open and handed it to them.

“Wanna come over here, y/n? We could use some help over here!” Tom said as he held out his hands to you. You nodded as you placed your hand in his, slowly getting up from your sitting position as Tom smiled at you and walked over to the rest of the group, you close behind.

“Everyone knows golfers are the weakest of the species.” Wil said as you joined his side as Tom and Ran went over and did their own thing.

“Excuse me?”

“He’s got a point, Phil. Sorry.” You patted his shoulder as Charlie agreed.

“So what I’m thinking what we do. The creatures, they- they respond to sound, but they can’t see you. He’s invisible.” Wil said to Charlie as he held Phil’s head.

“Who’s invisible?”

“Tiger Wattson.” Wilbur said, as you clapped your hands and pointed at them all.

“So that’s his name! Nice to know-“ you joked as Wil laughed and Phil shook his head.

Wilbur finished laughing as he looked at Phil again. “Tiger listen. If you go out there, they won’t be able to see you-“

“But they can smell you.”

“Wha-“ Phil said as Wilbur chef kissed.

“They can hear you.” Wilbur said as a honk noise appeared out of no where.

“That doesn’t make me feel better about the smelling me thing-“

“Don’t worry, you’re fine! Go get ‘em!” You said as you pushed him towards the door.

“Tiger! Come here.” Wil beckoned Phil over as everyone wondered where he went. “I may not get to say this again to you before I throw you to your almost certain demise.”

“Not helping-“ you told him as he continued.

“But I’m gonna say it now, go get ‘em Tiger.” Wilbur said as he pushed Phil out the door and closed it. “And now we can share the fort between 4 people instead of 5.” Wil said as he stood in front of everyone, please and cheers came his way.

“Very inspiring. I could tell you meant it too!” You said as you patted Wil’s chest.

“Thank you, I felt like it was needed-“

“Hey I just noticed when I- yeah, so when we high-fived, I just noticed, I feel like I saw just super quick, just like a little-“

You saw it as well, grabbing his wrist gently and bring it down to examine it. You knew it was there the whole time, have putting it there earlier before filming, but still going with the bit.

“Oh no.”

“Wil-“ your force came out hushed and fear laced the word. Wilbur looked down at you concerned but quickly realized that it was for the big and relaxed.

“It’s a- it’s a little tiny tiny scratch.” Wil said as he hid his arm from staring eyes. You quickly brought his arm back down and giving the “wound” a kiss and smiling up at him.

“Better?” You asked as he rested his forehead on yours.

“100%.” Wil whispered to you as he brought his lips to yours in a short thankful kiss as Phil opened the door on the opposite side of the room.

“Guys I did it! Come on, come on!” Phil whispered to all of us and we all ran out the room.

“Go! go! Not that way! Wait- yes that way!” Wil yelled, as we all followed and yelled at him for being indecisive at the moment.

Running a little bit farther, Wil found a door, guiding us all to go through, Charlie going through a little weird hole in the wall.

After getting him through the wall, Wilbur crouched down and held his arm, looking down at the mark on his skin in worry, making sure no one was watching. Yet forgetting you were behind him.

“Wil what happened?” You whispered down to him, knowing the cameras were on and wanted to create a bit of a story.

“I- Nothing I’m fine. Don’t worry about me, what we need to worry about is getting out of here.” Wil said, grabbing your hands and bringing them up to your mouth to give your knuckles a kiss. “You need to get out of here and I’ll make sure you do.”

You softly smiled up at him as Elodie made a gagging noise as you two stared at each other.

“Didn’t need to see that.” They said as they turned the camera off briefly and looked at you with an uneasy look .

“Oh c’mon on! It was good, right?” Wil asked out in the open as you swung your hands in his and nodded as Elodie rolled their eyes and nodded as well, silently admitting that the “sickeningly sweet” scene was really cute.

——

“And now, the end is near-“

“And so I face, the final curtain-“

“Guys I was wrong, it’s no time for Sinatra.” Wil admitted as he slowly got up from his sitting position as you and Ran came into the cameras view.

“Those guys know how to sing.” Ranboo told the camera as you nodded.

“Almost as good as me-“

“I was about to say that!” Ranboo added on as he looked down at you and nodded.

“Guys, I have a fucking idea. Tiger-“

“Yeah.”

“Do you carry some of your patented Tiger’s scent cologne?” Wil asked as Phil confirmed he in fact did as you looked at all of them with furrowed eyebrows.

“If we can make one of the zombies smell like a professional golfing star…” Wil left the sentence open as Phil clicked the idea together. “Whip out the spray.”

“Why did that sound-“ you started but quickly shit your mouth before anything else came out, Tommy overhearing the little joke you were going to make and laughing.

Phil pretended to look for it as he then suddenly found it and went to the opening of the room. “This is Tiger’s essence.”

“Go Phil! Spray!” Tom yelled as Phil started to get attacked by the crawling zombies. Phil made a hissing noise as he moved his hand everywhere, trying to get the “cologne” everywhere he could.

As he sprayed, all of you figured out a way to get out of them room, having realized you were cornered. You all ran out the room, running as fast as you could up stairs and down some halls to an empty open room.

“Wait where’s Wil?” You asked as you finally got out of the rush of adrenaline and realized Wil’s hand wasn’t in yours nor was he infront or behind you.

“Wil?!” Tom yelled as he soon realized too.

Everyone yelled your boyfriends name, worried as to where he was, but decided to continue on if they didn’t want to be eaten. Yet you and Tom both were deciding if pausing and looking for Wil was a good idea.

“He’s fine, he’s probably following the actors. Plus Elodie’s with him so!” David told you as ease ran through your body, thankful that at least someone was with him.

“Guys wait! Come back, come back. This is the perfect, circuit! This is it! This is the dark circuit!” Charlie declared as he looked at all of us, yet none of us were buying it.

“I think this is just a circle-“

“Please don’t make me run anymore-“ you whispered out next to Phil as he patted you on the back and gave you a soft smile which you returned.

“All we have to do, is run around continuously-“

“And we’ll go so fast that they explode!”

“That’s right Tom! Alright! Is everyone ready?”

“I’ll sit out-“ you said as you leant against the wall.

“Here if you sit there in the little cave, I’ll protect you with my club.” Phil offered as you slowly moved to sit in the corner.

“Thank you Phil.” You smiled appreciatively up at him as Charlie stated that he was absolutely delusional. Once the zombies appeared, they all started running.

“We’re going to die.” You declared as you rubbed your head. Maybe this wasn’t the best video for your to do.

“Yup! Are you alright?” Phil agreed as he continued to fight or the zombies.

“Yeah, I forgot my medicine this morning and I forgot water so. Yay!” You put your fist in the air as a celebration while Phil laughed.

“We can ask for some water? We can stop real quick.”

“No it’s ok. I’ll be ok.” You said, more for yourself than anyone else. Phil nodded as the rest of them arrived back and and ran down one of the halls.

“Guys come on! This way- you alright Y/n?” Ranboo asked as he saw your state.

“Yeah can I have help up?” You asked as Ran nodded and lifted you up.

“Want a piggy back ride?”

“Ranboo you don’t have too-“

“Come on! I know you aren’t doing good right now, so please.” Ranboo insisted as he bent down.

“Thank you, I’m sorry.” You said as you hopped on his back and held onto him.

“Hey no need for apologies, it’s my pleasure!”

Ranboo jogged until he caught up with the rest of them who were waiting, you giving all of them an apologetic smile as they all gave you an understanding look and small ‘it’s ok, we know’ smile back.

“Guys you go on! This’ll stop them!” Charlie said as you looked behind you and saw him doing the stanky leg, shaking your head and laughing at him. “It’s not working! Oh god!”

Charlie started to scream for all of us to run and go. You all found a little staircase leading up as Tom and Charlie found tables and object to put in front of it. Ranboo put you down as you went up the stairs, everyone following close behind.

“Thank you, and I’m sorry again.” You told all of them in general as you slid down the wall, needing some sort of support.

“Hey, it’s ok. We’ll get you some water soon, promise. You have nothing to apologize for.” All of them agreed with Phil as you smiled up at them and curled up, wanting the pounding in your head to stop, but kept with the video anyways.

“I unlocked a new recipe.” Charlie said as he paced.

“What do you need, Charlie?”

“I need wood and I need stone” Charlie declared as ranboo gave him a gun.

“Here! Here’s a rock!” You said as you lifted the big rock you found next to you and gave it to the man.

“Oh, thank you!” Charlie said as he nodded down at you in thanks as you saluted back.

You all heard yelling coming up the stairs as Wil’s silhouette comes into view as he yells and runs into Tom.

“It’s me! It’s me!” Wil yelled at Tom as he pushed him back and held his fist up.

“Tom I still need your wood!” Charlie demanded as you shook your head.

“What the hell is going on?!” You whined out as the stupid situation made no sense. Wil fell to the ground, covering his face as he came too.

“He’s alive! He’s not- wait! Did you get bit?”

“No.” Wil said as he got up and looked around, finally spotting you on the ground, quickly going over to you and crouching down and cupping your cheek, making your eyes flutter open. “Darling…”

“I’m ok, I just need water.” You confirmed before he could say anything.

“Hey guys, can we stop real quick and get some water?” Wil asked the group as they all nodded and agreed that they probably needed some water too.

Charlie walkied down to the rest of the crew, asking if they could get some water, which would be given and brought shortly.

“I’m sorry.” You whispered out to Wil as he held you to his chest. “I shouldn’t have come.”

“Hey, love. You’re ok, you didn’t know it’d get this bad and we didn’t think we’d do this much running. Which now I’m thinking about it, that’s pretty stupid of us. Besides that,” Wil was cut off by your laughter. “Don’t give yourself a hard time over this. You and the rest of us come before content. Always. And if we have to stop for a little water break, that’s very much needed, so be it.” Wil finished as you smiled against his neck and nodded.

“Thank you.” You whispered to him as Russ came with an arm full of water bottles, handing you one first. Wil responded to your thanks with a kiss on your head as he squeezed your hand three times.

Cheesy bastard.

——

“It’s almost done. It’s almost done!” Charlie declared as he waved his hand around infront of Tommy as he screamed in pain and agony. All of you were watching in pure confusion and terror as the scene played out.

“I crafted your dick into a gun.”

“Oh fuck this.” You said as you looked at the pair in disgust. As much as you loved both of them, some bits were just- weird. Weirder than weird.

“Wilbur look at me.”

“What’s up man?” Wil asked as he stepped forward towards Tom.

“You’re the only man it trust with my dick-gun…..” Tom said as he gave the gun to Wil.

“Well yeah, I served in the arm forces for 32 years.” Wil said as he took the gun in his hands, leaving you bewildered at the statement.

“Wait, hold up-“ you said as you did mental math in your head.

“Wait how old are you?” Charlie asked the question that you were desperately trying to figure out.

“I’m 41.”

“I- ok when I said I liked older men, that’s not what I meant.” You joked as everyone laughed around you.

“Wait, I gotta make sure the gun is any good, cause I did just craft it. It’s like a make shift so it doesn’t- it’s not like, the stats aren’t super high so just make sure that it- yeah. No just- I can take it. I can take it.” Charlie said, again wanting Wil to shoot him and make sure the equipment worked as he aimed it at the man.

“Oh, it’s jammed. Hold on.” Wil said as he fixed the gun and pointed it again.

“Maybe we shouldn’t- ok.” You cut off your sentence as Wil pointed it again and it was yet again jammed.

“Do you have friendly fire?” Charlie said as Wil shot the ceiling as the gun went off.

“Oh there we go- oh it’s fucking jammed again!”

“Ok! That’s it! Give me the gun!” You held your hand out to Wil as he held it away from you.

“Not my dick-gun!”

“Wil give me the fucking gun!”

“No frankly I don’t think you should have it since Tommy only trusted me-“

“Yeah well! If you have the gun you’re gonna shoot someone’s eye out so give me the fucking gun.” You said one last time, getting close to his face as his eyes widened and mouth quivered.

“Ok.” He whispered to you as he handed you the gun.

“Thank you-“

“Can I see it?!” Charlie said as as he tried to grab the gun from you.

“Wait, no Charlie-“

“Is that a light?!”

“Charlie watch out!” Wil said as he grabbed the gun and Charlie pulled the trigger, making air pop out of the object and all of you popping back from it.

“Ah! I’m blind in one ear! I mean deaf!”

——

We all followed Wil as he lead us back to the beginning where we started.

“This was pure goofy Looney Tunes trap!”

“That didn’t do us any good-“ you whispered under your breath.

“It was a beautiful creation!” Charlie said to you as you shook your head and patted his back.

“Sure thing bud. Think that.” You said as you followed behind Phil as Wil led the way.

“Oh man-“ Charlie said as you all heard groaning behind you.

“Hang on guys, I got this!” Wil said as he pointed his gun at the shadows as the groaning got closer to reveal Ranboo in all his might.

“Jesus christ-“

“That was a good one!” Charlie said as Phil clutched his chest and told Ran that he was seconds away from being dead.

“It was a funny little prank man! Don’t be so uptight! Grandpa.” Ranboo said as you bursted out laughing and fist bumped them.

“This is where it began! Sporky!” Charlie yelled as he ran to his spork.

Coming up behind Wil, you wrapped your arms around his waist as he flinched and turned to see who was holding onto him, relaxing once he saw you.

“Well hello!” He said with a smile as he wrapped his arm around your neck, pulling you closer.

“ hello!” You smiled back, nuzzling back into his warmth. You all followed Charlie to where the utensil lie, circling him.

“I thought I lost you forever! Every utensil, all in one. Together again. Let’s have some fun.” Charlie said as he lifted the object to his lips and kissed it.

“Did he-“

“Did he just kiss it?” Ranboo said, curious of the same thing.

“He kissed it.” Wil confirmed as he went up to Ranboo. “Look, motherfucker. If you had a part spoon, part fork, part knife, you’d be kissing it too.” Wil said as Charlie moved the spork in the air, silently worshipping it.

“I’d be more than kissing it, imma be real.” Ranboo confessed.

“Why don’t you just, eat with it? That’s what it’s for.” You said as they all gasped and Charlie looked at you.

“This, is much more than a thing you use for food. This is a sacred object.”

“Reach nirvana. Reach your element.” Wilbur said as Charlie lifted the spoon up once again.

“Guys!” Tom said as Wilbur acknowledged his presence. “The zombies are coming!”

“No guys, I’ll fend them off.” Charlie said as lifted his spork and the rest of you were sprinting up the stairs and onto the upper land.

“Wait! Get rad.” Tom said as he took Charlie’s glasses off.

“Wait- oh shit! Where did everything go?!” Charlie said as Tom ran off. Wilbur started to shoot at random as Ranboo collected Charlie and helped him up the steps.

“There’s some plants there. It’s plants vs zombies! Hey-“ Ranboo said as continues to help Charlie and defend them both.

“Guys come on, we gotta go!” You yelled as fear settled back into your bones as you looked at the crowd of zombies appearing.

“Hang on this guy might be a stair guy.” Charlie said as the boys all gathered around to look at the zombie who they assumed was a “stair guy.”

“Which ones the stair guy?” You asked Wil as he pointed at the one that started climbing one of the steps.

“Oh that’s two! If he gets to give we’re in trouble!” Wil said as we all backed up.

You all started to walk to the opposite of the pit away from the stairs as many of them started climbing the steps and roaming then land.

“I’m gonna need to go for a scoop! This is a very risky scoop!” Charlie said as he made a scooping motion to the lady that was following us.

You followed Wil as he went to the edge to get rid of some of the zombies, to find the gun jammed yet again.

“Shit! It’s not um-“

“Wil! This can’t happen right now!”

“I’m trying! I’m out of ammo!” Wil said as he started to skip over to the group leaving you to follow him.

“Take the spork and then swing it, okay?” Charlie instructed Tom as you all walked away from the herd that was following you.

“This is so fucked man.” Charlie said as you looked at him and nodded.

“I’ve been saying that the whole time, thank you!” You said as you saw Phil jump from the ledge and trip as he did. “Phil!” Phil swung the club around and hit the girl in the head as he looked back up to us as we all clapped and praised him for his approach.

Wil helped you down yet again, noticing the big drop of the ledge. After placing you on the ground, he held your hand and walked over to the rest of the group.

“What’s he doing?” You asked out in the open as Tom lifted his hand and one of the zombies pretended to choke and die.

“He has the forces apparently!” Ranboo said as he came back over.

“Of course he does.” You said as you shook your head with a smile.

“Guys, I have the force!”

“Are you some fucking side kick?! What?”

“How did you just do that?!” Phil said as you all watched him use it again and again.

As you all asked him questions you heard running coming from behind you and saw Wil. “We have to go! Tom. Come! Come!” Wil said as he ran into the building again, all of you following close behind.

As you went deeper and deeper into the tunnels and building, you noticed Wil getting paler and slower.

“Wil, man hey! Dude are you alright?” Charlie asked for you.

“Yeah I’m fine. No it’s cool! It’s cool. Don’t worry about it.” Wil said as he leant against the wall and rubbed his face. You looked up at him with concern but his smile that he gave you drew the worry out of your body a bit.

As you all continued down the tunnels, making left and rights, going through random rooms, Wil started to limp and fall against the wall. Charlie offered him his shoulder as Wil wrapped his arm around his neck.

“I feel hot. It’s like in my veins!”

“You are hot! You are so hot man.” Charlie said as he continued to carry Wil with him.

“Are they flirting?” You asked Phil as you looked at the the two men ahead of you.

“Who knows.” Phil said as you nodded with him as Charlie and Wil went back and forth about thinking sexy.

“You’re so damp, man!” Charlie said as Wil groaned in pain and apologized.

“This is like a shitty gay unrequited love short film…” you said out loud as Phil started to laugh and Wil started to run.

“I’m gonna be so fucking ripped- OH!” He yelled as zombies appeared in the doorway. “Okay and- down to the right!” Wil said as he crouched down and ran away, the rest of us following.

You and Charlie made sure Wil was staying up right as you roamed and looked through the building for something, anything.

At this point you were pretty sure you were lost.

“The adrenaline is wearing off-“

“You don’t look okay , man!”

“I’m fine!” Wil said in a shaky tone.

“Now you just sound like a white girl-“ you admitted to Wil as he turned to look at you with a smile.

“How?!”

“‘I’m fine! I just have a zombie bite in my arm but it’s ok!’” You said in a high pitch voice as Wil and Charlie bursted out laughing at the imitation.

“Ok that was fucking good!” Charlie said as he fist bumped you.

——

“I can try sucking it out of the wound-“

“That’s not gross at all…” you whispered out as you searched around the room.

“It’s ok, it’s not snake venom. The fucking bear trap!” Wil whined as he held his arm.

“I can try to suck the- suck the bears out.”

All of you paused and looked at Charlie with a confused look. “What?”

“I think I might be feverish too.”

Tom brought it to our attention that zombies were coming both ways, which caused a panic to arise in the group.

“Boys, if we don’t make it out, just know, you’ve been okay!” Wil told us all as I scoffed at his way of being nice.

The conversation were all cut off by a gun going off from down the hall.

“Oh shit, someone’s shooting!”

You all coward away from the noice but your attention was caught on a women that had camo and darker attire on.

“This is an evac! Follow me, this way, right now! Come on, let’s go!” You all stood around confused as the women screamed and was taken down by the zombies. Hiding away from the scene in terror, Wil brought you into his chest and told you that he’d protect you no matter what.

“Get the gun! Get the gun!” Wil yelled out as the gun was facing our way and so close.

“I really thought she knew what she was doing.” Charlie said as he held his hands behind his head. “I’m just gonna- I’m just gonna take this if no one else is gonna need this.”

Charlie grabbed the gun as he went towards the gate hoarded by zombies as Wil told him to say something cool as it makes the gun shoot harder. What ever the fuck that meant.

“Uh uh, CUMZINGA?!” Charlie said as he shot it from between his legs, taking down a good bunch of them. Wil quickly opened the gate as you all started to run down the hall, away from any more zombies.

——

“Put some wood in me, please?” Wil asked as you all went upstairs to see Wil holding a plank of wood.

“Cheating on me already?!” You said jokingly as you clutched your heart in pain as Wil shook his head and carried the wood over to the steps as zombies crept closer.

“I’ll show you my wood, alright.” Charlie said as he started shooting at the zombies again. You shook your head as the jokes got worse and worse as they went.

Blocking the stairs, you all gathered back into the middle as Wil asked if this reminds any of us of squid games.

“Um…. no, because I’d much rather die in this scenario.” You said honestly as you joined Ranboo against the wall.

“This is so dumb-“

“That’s what I’m saying. We’re all going to die….” You told Ran as he looked at you with furrowed brows.

“You’re really on about this death thing.” Ranboo confessed to you as you nodded and looked at him.

“I watch too many shows.”

“Fair enough!”

“Ow! My fucking foot!” You heard Charlie yell as you went over to join Tom and him in whatever they were doing.

“Here Tom, give me the gun.” You said as he placed the weapon in your hand as you pointed it at his other leg “Charlie if you want to make it bearable, you gotta trust me!” You told the man as he looked at you with fearful eyes.

“What the fuck are you doing?!”

“Making it better!” You told him as you show his knee.

“Fuck! That didn’t make it better!”

“He’ll be fine.” You waved it off as you handed the gun back to Tom.

——

After Wil and Charlie spent a good 5 minutes listing off random cheeses they could make and worrying about Charlie, Wil said there was an extraction.

“There’s a way out! There’s hope. There’s hope for us.” Wil said in a soft tone as he looked around at all of us.

“Isn’t an extraction when you get the oil and you put it in the pan?”

“No-“

“Yes! Extra virgin!”

“Ok what is your deal with extra virgin olive oil?!” You asked in a genuine tone as you looked at the man.

“No, isn’t extraction when you have the lufa and you rub it in a clockwise motion on your skin?”

“No that’s- that’s exfoliation!” Ranboo clarified to Charlie as they bounced back and forth trying to figure out what extraction was.

“Guys, shut the fuck up for a second!” Phil harshly yelled at the boys as you silently thanked the older man. “There’s an extraction point. Somewhere. Somewhere there’s an extraction point. Someone came down here, with guns, and ammo, and armour. They are prepped. They are ready, they can help us.” Phil said as you hugged him and thanked him for his wise words.

“So where do we go?”

“Out. Where she came from.”

“What do you mean out?!” Wil asked as you placed your head on the wall from all these stupid questions.

“We have to go back from where she came from!”

“Phil what does her mom have to do with this?” A long pause rested over the group as Phil took in the words Charlie just spoke. “She came from her mom Phil!”

“She came from the tunnels!” That was the last thing you heard before you tuned everything out and placed your body weight against Wil, just wanting to be close to him.

Wil fell against the wall a few seconds later, worry taking over your body.

“You ok man? You good? You doing okay?” Ranboo asked as Wil lifted a fist bump up to him. “Pound it.”

“Can you get my glasses?” Wil asked you as you nodded and reached into his pocket that stored way too much shit in them and pulled out the glasses he barely wears. “Thank you darling.” Wil said as he gave you a peck.

——

As Wilbur pulled Charlie aside, and the rest of the boys were doing their own thing, Phil teaching Tom and Ranboo the ways of his club, you decided to listen in on Wilbur and Charlie’s conversation.

“I need to ask something of you man.”

“Anything for you, man.” Charlie said as you peaked your head around the corner and saw Wil and Charlie sat on the floor as Charlie held him.

“Tell me where are you from? How’d you end up here? What’s your story?” Wil asked as you truly believed they were about to break out into song yet again that night.

“Well, my mother was a humble hot dog maker-“

“Oh Jesus Christ, please no…” you whispered as Wilbur cracked a smile, hearing your not so quiet pleads for Charlie to just stop, hating how that part of the story went for that video.

“She sat there all day and, plugged those pigs into those casings until the sun went down.” Charlie looked directly into the camera, voice brought up to add dramatic effect.

“That actually sounds- why’d you make it sound so gruesome??” You asked as you walked up to them, quickly sliding down on the other side of Wilbur.

“Gotta add some storyline-“

“Know what, fair. I respect it.” You fist bumped Charlie as they continued the bit, Ran and Toms yelling slowly seeping into the recording.

“She slipped those boars up and she sausaged them. And then, she sausaged me, and I was born.” Charlie finished as you looked at him with disgust, yet having the best idea ever.

“So she pooped you out?” You asked as Charlie and Wil both sputtered and laughed, not being able to respond normally to that.

“What the fuck?!” Wil asked as he looked at you.

“Well he said she sausaged him so-“ you said, trying to help them connect the dots you did.

“Oh god, that got me.” Charlie said as he wiped his eyes, making you and while laugh a bit more. “And ever since I was born, I’ve had a call. A calling, a calling to dog. A calling to keep dogging, no matter what. To always be raw dogging it and- and I was a hot dog for a bit. I was like a hot dog mascot and I was selling my hot dogs all across the land. I thought I had that dog in me. But the problem was, I put that dog in them. And those dogs, I think that’s what started all of this.” Charlie ranted about his hot dog past as Wil nuzzled into your neck and whined and groaned to add effect as to what was happening to him.

“You think the hot dogs started it?” Wil asked as he leant back up and looked at Charlie.

“I think the dogs started this.” Charlie said as a dramatic pause took over.

“I got the dog in me. I got the dog in me, I got the dog in me-“ you started lightly singing as Wil and Charlie slowly started to join in.

——

“Sorry dogs?”

“Yeah, sorry dogs. There was a like a little , a little dog, it was like in a little hot dog bun-“

“Oh yeah! I remember that! Good dogs, tasted a little funny, but good. Handsome chef as well-“ you said as Wil smiled in your neck briefly and kissed it lightly.

“Dog, Charlie. Have you ever had a really good spaghetti bolognese with meatballs?” Wil asked as you looked at him with furrowed brows.

“What the fuck is that?!”

“No?” You and Charlie said at the same time as you both looked at him with confusion. “I only eat hot dogs.”

“Can I describe, a really good-“

“Lay down, lay down.” Charlie quickly placed Wil against the wall as you went back with him, placing your hand in his hair and gently rubbed as he painted slightly and held his arm. “Is this your favorite food?” Charlie asked as Wil nodded and leant against your shoulder. “Here, tell us about it, ok? Tell us about your favorite food.”

“There was- so- there’s a word they use in a little country you may have heard of called Rome.”

“The word spaghetti?”

“Al dente-“ once the word came out of his mouth, you started laughing, thinking the way he said it and the context of the situation made the word better than it was.

“I’m sorry, proceed-“

“Of the tooth. Now what you do is you cook the spaghetti, until it’s just cooked through enough. That’s is Al dente. You mix in some tomatoes, some onions-“ you and Charlie made some comments and noises at the food being mentioned, all of you being hungry and Wil talking about food not making it better.

“Crunch. Crunch.”

“Yeah! Caramelized is the best.”

“Oh damn…”

“Oh god!” Both you and Charlie made comments of praise at the mention of good food.

“Throw on some meatballs. Some purée. Mix it all together… you don’t know what i- I’d kill for some hot dogs and ketchup and bolognese. Bolognese spaghetti, hot dogs-“

“No hot dogs, just think of the bolognese, ok?” Charlie told Wil as he started to writhe underneath your arm.

“Hot dogs do sound kinda good tho-“ you whispered under your breathe, the mic picking it up slightly.

“Are you feeling a radiating in your face?”

“No not even close-“

“Just you babe.” You patted his shoulder as he curled up more against you.

“I’m feeling it’s like up through my my nodes.”

“You’re what?!” You said while laughing.

——

“I want you to close your eyes, and I want you to picture that bolognese, ok?”

“Or me, but either works!” You whispered in his ear as he leant back and closed his eyes with a hint of a smile forming, taking your hand in his and squeezing.

“Did you go to the bolognese?”

“I’m there, I’m there.”

“You’re at the bolognese. Now I want you to take a bite on three, ok?” Charlie said as he brought his hands up to Wilbur’s head, one on his chin and one on the top of his head.

“Wait, Charlie-“ you tried to intervene but it didn’t work. Wil opened his mouth as Charlie said the words again. “Charlie don’t.” Your voice turned desperate as you made eye contact with him, which he gave you a determined look back.

“On three, ok. Ok, one… two…”

“Charlie-“

Charlie took more than a few seconds to breathe as Wil held his mouth open. You were waiting for something to happen, but it never came until-

“ three!” Charlie turned Wilbur’s neck as he fell against you, head in your chest as you looked down at him in terror and disbelief.

“No. No no no! Charlie what the fuck did you do?! Wil? Wil wake up.. please!” You said, tears making their way into your eye line as the camera died off.

“Damn that was good!” Charlie said giving you a fist bump as Wil sat up slightly.

“Thanks! Drama club helped!” You said as you wiped your eyes from any tears.

Wil looked up at you and cupped your face as he pulled you down, gently bringing you into a soft kiss full of love, happiness and smiles. “Good job, darling. Made me believe I might actually be dead.” He whispered to you as he caressed your cheek.

“Thank you, my love. But if you were actually dead I would’ve gone full on psycho and probably murder Charlie.” You joked as you looked up at him with a smile as he quickly rubbed the back of his neck and said something about leaving, making Wil laugh more.

——

After all the boys argued about feeding him to the zombies, overall deciding to even after you yelled at all of them that they’d leave him here to rest as you rubbed his head and held him, still keeping up the distant and revengeful persona.

As they carried him out of your arms and down the hall to groaning people, you held the gun in your hands Wil had and followed silently, not wanting to be apart of this dreadful experience, seeing your boyfriend get swarmed with half dead people.

“Fucking cruel.” You whispered to yourself as Wil watched with you, shaking his head.

“It’s ok, we’ll get out of here, alright?” Phil said as you nodded and left with the rest of them .

Running down halls and tunnels, all trying to find the extraction point, Charlie cried about turning Wil to pasta.

“Should’ve fucking listen to me before turning my boyfriend into mush yeah?!” You yelled at them, still feeling a little upset they decided to feed him to the herd.

As you guys came across steps, Charlie pointed out a sign that clearly said “way out.”

“Well if it’s the way out, get going!” You yelled as you hurriedly pushed past and ran up the steps. Coming out the doors to the night sky and crisp air, you all looked around as you laughed and spun around, letting the fresh air and earth take you in its wake.

“I smell survival that way.” Tom said as he pointed to the right.

“I smell goo.”

You shook your head as you all followed Tommy once the zombies started coming back. As you all got to the gate, all of you realized it was locked. Well, most of you.

“Here, Tom.” You pointed to a little lock that he turned and opened the gate as you all ran, Charlie staying clung to the metal bars, shaking and yelling to let him out. “Charlie here! Come on!”

“Charlie!” You all yelled out for the man but realized it was too late once the herd reached him and took him in their grasp.

“Charlie’s gone down. So will I- actually no I’m scared, I’m scared.”

“Pussy.” You said to him as you all stood there waiting for something to happen.

“Hey! Actually I’m very much a strong-“

“Car! Go to the car!” Ranboo yelled as you all started running again. As you all started to slow down and look for the car, Phil decided it was his turn to stay back and help defend us.

“You have to go-“

“Phil, no!” All of you yelled out as Phil started to get attacked by some zombies, you pulling both of them away, already knowing his fate.

“Come on! There’s no time! He already chose!” You yelled as you all ran a bit more you all saw a car sitting there, on and ready to go.

You all hoped in, sitting across the back seats as you all slumped and rested as you told the driver where to go.

“We’re safe, I think we’re ok!” Ranboo said as you leant against Tom in relief. All of you being able to breathe for once after hours in end of agony and pain.

Hearing groaning, both you and Tom’s eyes popped wide as you both looked back to see a sickly looking Wilbur.

“Tom?” Ranboo asked worriedly as Wilbur just sat there for a minute before launching at you and Tom, both of you screaming as Wil toppled on top of you both.

Screams turned into laughter as Wil’s hands gently dug into the sides of your and Tom’s side, tickling you both briefly as he retracted back into the trunk.

“Was I scary?” Wil asked as he smiled at you three.

“Hmm… no but you do look really pretty.” You smiled at him as the car stopped and you all got out.

Going to the back you opened the trunk and let Wil out as he sat on the edge of the car, letting you stand between his legs as you wrapped your arms around his neck, his hand resting on your hips.

“Am I always pretty and handsome to you? Even when I’m trying to be scary or cringey or-“

You cut him off with a short kiss as you smiled down at him.

“Yes. Always. Now let’s get this stuff off of you, it looks itchy.”

“Oh it is!”

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