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nerdieforpedro · 5 months

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The Long Road to Together

Tommy Miller x Original plus size female character (Velora)

Fanfiction 18+

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Warnings: Angst, Fluff, drug addiction mention, pain management, anxiety, PTSD, mentions of death, possible dub con (maybe), body worship, Tommy Miller's dirty talk, fingering, oral sex (female receiving), P in V (practice safe sex everyone), pregnancy kink, domestic fluff, cheesy jokes

Summary: Velora has been apart of the Miller brothers' lives decades. She's particularly close to Tommy. They've shared countless memories with each other over the years and in a single night everything changes. If only they'd get out of their own way.

Notes: So, I put many subjects and themes I've wanted to write about in here. It should make sense, I had the wonderful @musings-of-a-rose beta it for me and as a fellow Tommy fan, I trust her. I did also add a subplot with Joel because, why not try one out? I really enjoyed this and for Tommy's character. I have a different take on him.

Word count: just under 16K (because Tommy's worth it!)

“You got anything for a bad back?”

“Nothing that will actually take care of the pain. Best I can promise you is to dull it. You need to go see a specialist, Joel.”

“That sounds like it’s gonna take time I don’t have. You know I gotta…”

“Yeah, I know. Just let me know what appointments they have and I’ll see what my shifts are like old man. You can’t be folding over when Sarah’s just getting into high school. There will be boys there!”

A slap was heard to Joel’s shoulder and he winced, letting out a curse as he hunched over further at his desk. The stress of running the business by himself was getting to him. Tommy had taken a sabbatical as he called it, the timing had been pretty poor. Thankfully, he had a woman who he considered a little sister to help him out. Her father had been friends with theirs and they always hung out together as children. In middle school, the family moved away for a time, but returned while the Miller brothers were in the middle of high school. Velora had just started high school and looked similar to how she did now, telling dumbass jokes, finding a reason to smack Joel and always being supportive.

He organized the files that he would need for tomorrow and in particular, permits needed for a job the company would be starting on a ranch outside of Austin. Rebuilding a stable wasn’t too out of their depth, Joel just needed to research more on the permits required which he did, but damn if all the reading was making his head hurt even with his glasses on, add his back pain to that and he was miserable. He missed riding horses, but not so much he was willing to risk not being able to move for a few days. Velora had taken over administrative tasks that Tommy normally did as he was better at it and knew how to navigate the different offices they normally had to deal with the state and city, he was also much better at schmoozing suits and the like than his grumpy self. Velora helped out on her days off in between her shifts at the hospital. She sent Joel off for the evening and put away files that the elder Miller brother had taken out for review.

“He’s got to learn to put this stuff back. Otherwise he’s never going to find anything.” Velora griped, she wore gray capri leggings because they were easy to move in and matched her white t-shirt. Usually she would dress a bit better for the office in case Joel brought any clients by, but he had been out most of the day, leaving her to get phone calls, further organize items and files. She was also trying to understand Tommy’s organization system which even though he had explained it over the phone twice, she still didn’t understand. “He’s been gone three weeks, like I get it but also I still don’t get what I’m looking at. It’s not even organized by color, number or alphabet, what the fuck is this?” Her brain hurt trying to work out the system. She thought Tommy had mentioned to her that it was by the date they took the client on, but there was no distinction between finished jobs and complete ones as those were mixed in and with different dates. “I feel like he could tell me five more times and I wouldn’t get it.” Shaking her head, she put the files where she thought they went near the front of the file cabinet and locked up the office, heading out to her car and driving home. Once in front of her small two bedroom, one and a half bath house, she sighed, happy to be home. She had a shift again tomorrow, but hopefully Joel would actually look for an appointment. Icy hot, tiger balm and heat packs could only do so much. Velora understood why Joel didn’t want to go to a pain clinic, he’d have to tell them about his past addiction issues with alcohol and it may affect his treatment plan, hell with some doctors, they just keep recommending tylenol and ibuprofen when that clearly hasn’t been working for him. He needed good pain management.

Kicking off her shoes, Velora flopped back on the couch and started at the ceiling. It was 8:30 at night. Too early to go to bed and too late to start any shows or movies.

“Where are you Tommy Miller?”

Elsewhere in the world…

The grass was crisp under his feet, the sun had just set not too long ago as he walked back down to the rock outcrop overlooking the rolls of green grass he had seen earlier that day. He couldn’t sleep again. The younger Miller brother had been worried about his brother Joel. He knew he didn’t deal too well with people even with Velora helping him. But he would text Joel later and maybe give Velora a call. There was more he needed to discuss with her than anyone else.

It had been seven years. They seemed to have passed by in a blink of an eye. Tommy recalled first joining the US Army, doing his patriotic duty and a way to use up the excess aggression he had from not really knowing where he was going next in life. At first it was fine, basic training then he was assigned to a platoon where he got to know other soldiers. It was when he was assigned to the 1st Armored Division that his optimism started to wear thin. His core group consisted of himself and five other members; they actually made it through Operation desert storm. What he saw there, the things he did, he never spoke about them except with the group and one person removed from the war. But the bodies, the smells, the tastes,, the sounds all of it overloaded everyone. Each man had their own way of dealing with it. One of the group was dishonorably discharged for using heroin he found overseas, but the Army never said what they did with the rest of it after removing it from belongings. He wasn’t the only one they confiscated it from, anyone who had it was dishonorably discharged but it was never made public what happened with the drugs. It was also never mentioned in great detail what they did to the country of Iraq. No one ever mentioned completely decimating and crippling a country, nearly burning it down to its foundation only for the same people who supplied the Army’s weapons and gear to switch profit off of a land that they aided in destroying.

Tommy left the army after seven years of service, thankfully his brother allowed him in the construction company to work so he wouldn’t go completely insane. But his ‘Ironsides’ members weren’t so lucky. One died from an opioid overdose, another from drunk driving and two from suicide by gunshot. None of the funerals were covered fully by the VA, each family only received $1500 toward burial costs, but had full honors with all the pomp and circumstance. The two cousins in their group asked to have their ashes spread to their home which was Ireland, the only reason the veteran came to this place. It was beautiful though he had to admit. He may want to bring Joel and Sarah here, his brother would complain the entire time but he may get a grin out of it and Sarah would enjoy exploring the land. The younger Miller wondered if he should ask Velora to come too, she wasn’t one for the cold, but may like the greenery too. Watching his oldest friend muddle around the hilly terrain would be fun, he could steady her, show her the lakes and watch the sunset with her. Tommy felt he may not have cried as much if his Sweet Pea was here, she could crack a joke or just let him hold her, rock him slowly as his head was on her shoulder.

With two urns, one under each arm, Tommy carefully set one down and opened one, pouring the ashes out to scatter across the cool breeze that was blowing. He did the same with the second urn, waiting until another wind could carry the ashes away. Tommy had taken more time then he told Joel and Velora he would be gone, he didn’t mean to stay longer. It was just easier, he could work though his emotions more and not risk breaking down in front of them, though that had failed with Velora the night he told her he was going to spread that ashes per his brothers-in-arms wishes.

Four weeks ago…

He had mentioned it like he was going to the store. She had asked him to explain and he didn’t. Tommy wasn’t going to until she pulled him into a hug. He didn’t realize it at the time, but tears had been running down his face. He remembered the warmth of her embrace and settled into the couch with her, almost laying on top of her to cuddle. She just ran her fingers through his hair, they didn’t say anything to each other, he tried to make as little noise as possible while sobbing. Her red shirt she had been wearing was soaked with his tears. Velora never mentioned his crying when he followed her to the bedroom and demanded to sleep next to her, promising to only hold her hand. She had smiled and told him it was fine if he needed more from her, to take what he needed. No matter if it had been money, time, food or those three DVDs he never returned, his old friend never complained. Velora would just smile and tell him it was okay. Even when Joel would get pissed with Tommy about the direction the company was going in to missing a game or two of Sarah’s (he really tried not to but sometimes the suits at the city were really long winded and insisted on drinks), Velora would be there in his stead for his niece and tell him play by play as much as she could of the game when she would stop by in the evening. The veteran recalled that the night had been humid, despite the fan running, moisture stuck to their skin. Velora was in her simple thin nightgown and Tommy just wore his boxer-briefs to bed.

Tommy may have took that a few steps too far.

The night began with him holding her hand, that was fine for a time but, then he took her into his arms from behind, drawn to her soft curves that accommodated his taut muscles. The delicate oche tone of her skin glowed within the moonlight. It was when he kissed the back of her neck and his hand went to her breasts that she pulled away from his touch slightly,

“Tommy…don’t play around and go to sleep.” He heard her say, he couldn’t make out the inflection of her voice. His friend’s hips wiggled toward him, his free hand grabbed her hip, pulling it toward him.

“I’m not Sweet Pea. I need to touch you more, just let me, just for tonight.” A growl emerged from his chest, his teeth grazed her shoulder before nipping her lightly. Her gasps encouraged him further, she never said it, but a small smile always came to her lips when Tommy called her that.

“Alright, but just…ah..” Velora wasn’t given a chance to finish her sentence. Her breast was plopped out of her nightgown as his hips grinded into hers. Tommy kept calling her his sweet pea in her ear and she reached a hand back to try and reach his cock, to feel it. “J-Just put a condom on and stick it in…” An order that Tommy wasn’t willing to follow right now, instead he pulled away from her, quickly slipped his boxers off and turned Vel on her back. “W-What are you doing? Why didn’t you just-” The nightgown she had on was over her head, the veteran hovered over her, he knew she would be angry but he would not fuck her the first time. Maybe the second time but not the first. Tommy had already planned other times he may bend her over. He wanted to make love to her in this moment, subsequent encounters could be messy and quick but the younger Miller brother wanted to savor her body as Velora was now, only for him..

“You told me to take what I needed.” His mouth took her erect nipple and large chocolate areola into his mouth, hearing her scream the first time convinced him that this was right. Her hands ran through his then medium length raven hair, tugging on it, his chest pressed into her stomach, sinking in it. The sensation had him grunt onto her nipple, rolling it with his tongue, his legs wrapped around her calf, his length dragging against her leg. Her body continued to writhe under his, his face soon in between her breasts nuzzling the sensitive skin between. Velora was looking down at him, panting, surprise on her face. She hadn’t expected him to fully undress her nor to try to explore her. “Velora,” Tommy paused and peered up at her, “I need all of you, so I’m going to take it all. Are you alright with that Sweet Pea?” He asked, moving upward and settling himself between her wide thighs. He wasn’t going to enter her yet. However, though she did spread her legs for him, Tommy closed her thighs around his waist so he could feel their soft embrace.

“Yes, I told you to take what you need. I didn’t quite expect this way though.” Her digits danced along his bellybutton, then his stomach, not as firm as his military days, but still tight enough to display an ab or two. The pads of her fingers circle his nipples, small but at attention, all for her right now. “You don’t have to be gentle either Tommy. I’m here with you, for you. Just let go.”

“Sweet Pea, I want to be careful with you. You deserve that, always you hear?” Descending, he felt her heartbeat against her chest with his, glad to know he wasn’t the only one feeling like it might burst. “Give me your love Vel.” Lips crashed together, he bit her bottom lip, drawing a sliver of blood. He just said he’d be gentle but it was overwhelming, one of his hands took the back of her head and forced it forward, deepening the kiss, Vel mewled into his mouth and pressed her feet into the mattress to help move her hips forward, she felt the throbbing of Tommy’s cock just above her folds, a hand came between her and the velvet skin. Two fingers parted her lower lips and a squeal was heard when he released her head and it fell on the pillow. “Not yet Vel, gonna eat that dripping pussy.” He meant to use sweet words with her, that’s what she should be hearing, his Sweet Pea. Sliding back down, Tommy hoisted her thighs on his shoulders, giving each a small peck and pulling them so she could only see his hair for a small part of his forehead. When he spoke directly into her mound, he heard her say it,

“Fuck Tommy, make me cum. Sop my pussy up with your mouth!”

The younger Miller brother smacked his lips. “I’m going to have to see how dirty I can get you to talk Sweet Pea.” His nose ran up her slit, taking in her strong scent, he caressed her opening with his plush lips before slipping his tongue inside, rotating his the tip of his oral muscle was causing her cunt to quelch already, he then inserted it centimeter by centimeter , reveling in her screaming his name. His length continued to throb but his goal was to have her climax before entering her. The waves of contractions inside of her canal was constricting his tongue, he longed to have his cock inside of her, to have her continue to cry out his name while he could watch her face unravel. The pressure on the sides of his head increased as her large thighs pressed together in an effort to keep him right where he was, not that Tommy had plans to be anywhere else. His nose tickled her clit and provided a particularly strong clamp down from her. So he set his elbows against the mattress and forced his face against her mound, holding his breath as he used his nose and mouth to make her climax. With alternating curses, calling on the Lord and Tommy’s name, Velora reached her peak, the soldier was able to at least draw his face back a little before suckling on her clit, overloading her body, making it jerk. Tommy managed to inhale deeply, satisfied that his face was soaked with her scent and nectar. He ran two fingers through her cunt and brought them to her mouth. “Suck on them with that loud filthy mouth on yours. Turns out I needed this side of you love.”

Her warm tongue quietly took her own juices from Tommy’s fingers, after they were clean, he got up from the bed and rummaged through his jacket and found a condom. He looked up at Velora who was turned on her side toward him, the easy shine of their affection for one another draped her body. Her curves and stretch marks on full display, ‘she’s mine’ he decided. ‘No one else’s, I’ll make damn sure of it.’ He crouched down next to the bed, meeting her at eye level, “Velora, you’re sure you’re alright with this next part?” He needed to know. They were friends first and foremost and he respected her boundaries, except tonight of course, but he wanted to make sure she was really okay with it. The woman nodded and took his hand in hers.

“Tommy Miller, get in this bed and make love to me. You said you wanted my love. I’m giving it to you. Come to me.” She got up on her knees and held onto the headboard to keep herself from tipping over back onto the bed. “I told you to let go. Just have me. Please.” It was the look she gave him, so permissive and delicate. His arms wrapped around her once more as he kissed her, not deeply just to touch his lips against hers. Their foreheads touched and he met his nose with hers.

“Velora, you’re a hellova woman.” Tommy smirked and laid her back, moving her toward the middle of the bed. He was in between her thighs once again as she opened herself before him. As he rolled the condom on his length, he marveled at her body; wide, tender, subdued and hushed for him, she bit down on her lip to quiet herself, presumably because he had mentioned volume and word choice. Tommy didn’t want her to quiet down now. He wanted her to go hoarse from calling his name, from what he did to her. Leaning forward, he pressed his tip into her folds, releasing himself and using both hands to cup her face, his thick fingers massaging her the top of her jaw, just under her ears, “Look at me Sweet Pea. Open your mouth, I want you to use those lungs.” A short nod from her was all it took, his hips eased forward and back easily for the first few pumps, only going in half way, keeping his eyes locked on hers as she cried out,

“Oh…oh..fuck Tommy, you’re…spreading…me…” Velora whimpered, her thighs began to close again and his hands had to move to keep them open. His rhythm picked up as his elbows made contact with her knees pulling her legs back toward her chest and curling her body for a deeper angle, the pace picked up as he was now diving his cock fully into her flush with her mound and pulling back until only the head of length was inside of her. It was difficult, he could barely speak because her cunt kept sucking back in deeper, the slapping of their skin filled the room. Tommy raised one of her legs and turned his head to bite her calf, then licking it after, tracing his tongue over his teeth marks.

“This pussy is mine Sweet Pea, you won’t fit anyone else Vel. Goddamn you tight as a vice woman…” He murmured into her leg, pounding into her, he felt the pulse of his hardness growing closer to completion. Velora reached for Tommy, her arms stretched outward toward him, he dropped her legs and grabbed her love handles, continuing to roll his hips into hers. His forearms were scratched by her nails, leaving red marks on his olive skin. “Velora, you hear me? This cunt is mine only mine. Say it Sweet Pea.” A command with her pet name. It pushed her over the edge,

“Shit yes, yes yes yes Tommy, my pussy’s just for you. Tommy Ahh!” Her neck flicked back as her walls closed around his heat, he was able to push into her six or seven more times before he released inside of her. The veteran didn’t pull out yet, dropping himself slowly on top of her plush form and ran his nose over her lips that were slightly parted, there was droop at the corner of her mouth, her eyes had tears dotting them, his large hand cupped her cheek against and tipped her face forward so her neck was no longer bent. “T-Tommy…T-Tommy that was…I…” Her quiet words expressed what he couldn’t.

What has he done with his best friend? They’ve crossed a major line. He was worried that when they came out of this, she wouldn’t speak of it, like other insecurities and issues that he had told her about over the years. She never shied away from listening to his thoughts, however intrusive and depressive. But he didn’t want to be this vulnerable with anyone else. Even with other women he dated, there was always a barrier that he put up as far as feelings. They always told him he hid behind his humor and sarcasm. Tommy knew he did, but the one person he was always comfortable with was Velora, was he the same for her? He realized he had never asked, not that she didn’t share her own issues with him, but she didn’t talk about men she dated with him so much. Not that he encouraged it, he never wanted to hear about her dating life, no one would be good enough for his Sweet Pea, was he even good enough for her?

“Valora, rest. I’ll be right back.” A peck from his lips to hers before he slid out of her and got out of the bed. He went to the bathroom to dispose of the condom. Looking in the trash can, he scoffed at the loss, ‘should be inside of..’ before he could finish the thought, he cursed himself. Tommy knew he needed to stop, they hadn’t even had a conversation about what they just did, he was thinking about putting his seed inside of her?! “Fuck, I’m insane…” Shaking his head, he grabbed a washcloth out of her bathroom and returned to the bed, Vel had rolled on her side and was attempting to sit at the side of the bed, “Let me clean you up first, take it easy.” he brushed the back of his hand on the copper toned flesh of her hip. He tapped the washcloth on her thigh as she raised her leg and he held it for her, wiping front to back before tossing it on the dresser, knocking over a lotion bottle or two.

“Tommy, why would you throw it?” She asked, chuckling, ‘thank God, she still laughs. That’s good.’ His eyes went from her face to her slit, despite wiping it down it was still glistening, he licked his lips before setting her leg back down and letting her pull on his shoulder to sit up next to him at the bedside. Velora looked forward for a few minutes before speaking again.

“Did you take all you needed lucky beetle?” She kept turned away from him. “Thanks for cleaning me up Tommy. We should head to…” his hand ran up her spine.

“We’re not doing anything until we talk about this. Vel, I…I want to..” She kissed his cheek and told him words that devastated him.

“This should be between us like always. I won’t ask you for anymore. We’re just- just friends. I hope I was able to help you some. We don’t have to talk about it.” The younger Miller brother remained silent as she wobbled to the bathroom to relieve herself, she closed the door. In his disappointment, he quickly threw his clothes on and dressed, leaving her home and hopping into his truck. A deep wail came from Tommy before he started the engine and drove home, he laid awake and slept through his alarm the following day. Within the week he was off to Ireland to distribute the ashes, he said he would be gone for a week, week and a half tops. He was gone for about three weeks.

Velora’s tears streaked her face in her bathroom. She should have told him that yes, she wanted her cunt to be just his. For him to only be with her and no one else, but she couldn’t. She knew how Tommy gets when he’s sad or frustrated by something he can’t control. That’s when he’d normally find a woman to fuck. She’d used it to her advantage, granted she didn’t think it would happen, it never had before. The woman wore the same nightgown she had before, bland panties, they cuddled like they normally did. He liked to be the big spoon. She knew she shouldn’t have given in, but it was Tommy, her Tommy. She’s known him for more than half her life, tried to date other men but they flat out don’t compare or worse, they actually suck. She couldn’t tell him that it was the first time she had sex fully naked and the lights on, that he asked to see her face and took the time to prep her before entering her. God he used the mouth that she dreamed about on her, just thinking about it now…She should have let him finish. But she was afraid he’d say it first…that it should be another thing between friends. The way she heard him hastily dress and run out of her house told her, she had done to him what men had done to her in the past: dismissed his feelings.

In the time he was gone Sweet Pea tried to go on dates, but she couldn’t stand the touch of another man, even from a side hug she flinched. Whoever said the best way to get over a man is by getting under a new one was wrong. She can’t even be near a new one.

Two days before arriving home…

Joel had spoken to Tommy two days before the latter’s flight home, asking what the hell he did to make V go on so many dates. Tommy was curious how his brother knew the information given that he didn’t think they spoke about subjects like that. Joel said that he heard it from Tess, Joel’s off and on again, whatever she was. That was an entire bag of worms he wasn’t getting into. At least his relationship with Velora wasn’t like that…but it could be. They started out as friends and now those two assholes can’t be in the same room without eye-fucking each other or cursing up a storm. Tommy explained that they had a miscommunication when he last spoke to her and that’s why they were unusually curt with each other on the phone. Joel gave it some thought, sure he was closer to forty-five than forty, but nah, Tommy wouldn’t have right? Not with…

“Tommy you didn’t sleep with V did you? Tell me you didn’t.” Tommy could hear Joel’s head droop. Damn him and using the same disappointing voice he uses when Sarah talks a bit too much trash at soccer and makes one of the girls on the other teams cry.

“We sleep over each other’s homes fairly often after we hang out. I told you, it’s just..”

“Goddammit Tommy! You can’t do that shit, especially not to her. You know you can’t cut her out of your life like you do other women. I told you this shit would come back to bite you in your ass like a snake in a hole.” His older brother's condemnation of his actions past and present made Tommy suck his teeth.

“This from the guy who keeps holding on to a woman who only uses him for a few good times and disappears for months at a time. Fuck, she’s one who told me we’re not going to talk about it. Still be friends. What the hell else was I supposed to do? I took some extra time, what’s wrong with that?”

“The difference is I know what my relationship with Tess is, you asshole. You slept with a woman who’s been there for you through all your shit. I know you made it about you. It wasn’t about her at all, was it?”

Silence…his brother had him there. At the time, it hadn’t been about her, he even used the fact that she said he could use her however he wanted to do exactly that. Tommy exhaled.

“Then what the hell am I supposed to do now? I’ve already blown everything to shit. She’s doing the same thing I would, getting out there and meeting some guys. Why’d you have to tell me you asshole? I fuckin’ hate it…she’s out with some bastard who won’t even….”

“Eh, I don’t need details of what ya’ll did. And it’s not really going that well. She told Tess that she freaks out when the guys try to touch her, even holding her hand. It’s all for show, guess trying to prove something to herself. Both of ya are a damn pair.” Joel chuckled on the line, the first time during their conversation. Tommy followed suit and a low rumble of laughter.

“We’re two people who make shitty ass decisions. Just, see if Tess can get her to hold off ‘till I come home. I know her, it’s only making things worse and she’s going to be in head about it. All of it.”

“Yeah, on that same token little brother, get your head out of your ass and talk to the woman. Velora deserves that much at least. You’ll have to get her to listen tho’. I don’t think she’ll be keen on ya right now.”

“Shut up and just pick me up at the airport in a few days. Bring Sarah, I miss my cute niece.”

“Don’t tell me to shut up and then mention my daughter. I shouldn’t bring her just to spite ya. But she wants to ses you too. Loves your stupid ass. I guess you’re a’right at times Tommy. Take care, I gotta go to bed.”

“Lucky you. You can sleep. I’m just awake for no damn reason. You aren’t the worst big brother. See you in a few days.”

The brothers smiled as they ended their calls. Joel trotted upstairs and kissed Sarah goodnight as she was already in bed. She stirred slightly and a smile formed on her face at her father’s warmth. One of the few times Joel didn’t look like he was completely over everything was whenever he gazed upon his daughter, his only light.

It was 3:15 am where Tommy was packing up most of clothes, he had brought a backpack and a duffle bag that was significantly lighter now that the two urns weren’t in it, plus he wouldn’t need to check his bags this time so he might get through their airport quicker and get home. He went out into the cold night air with his coat on, hands in his pockets and hair tied back. The puffs of hot hair leaving his nose made him chuckle, he thought of her again, hoping that she hadn’t had too many dates in his absence but some to make her feel better. He didn’t want them to have gone well of course, but if she has the dates that’s fine. Joel wasn’t wrong, he did need to speak to her when he got back, he just had no clue what to say.

Sorry for fucking you? Sorry for telling you that I don’t want anyone else to see you like this? That I’m especially sorry for not doing this years ago when I first realized that my feelings for you went deeper than that of a friend and maybe sabotaged some of your dates, sent messages from your phone and comforted you when the guys of course stopped communicating with you. Thankfully I only did that a few times before you caught me and told me to just tell you if I thought a guy was trash. I brushed you off because I would tell you they were all trash, but I knew I was garbage too because I was still fucking around, so i couldn’t tell you that. I didn’t have the right. Actually, that might be why you said what you did that night, you knew I didn’t have the right to you. I used you once again and why should I feel like I’m entitled to more? Just because of how you said my name, how you seemed surprised when I wanted to see you and hold you, how good you felt in my arms, how happy I am when I’m in yours…I’ve really screwed the pooch on this one.

The short walk and the cold air gave Tommy pause as he found himself at the same rocky outcrop that he had spread the ashes over. “Had I asked, you would have come with me. I should have just asked…I have to tell you sorry in person, Sweet Pea.” The stars were hanging in the sky, twinkling at the haunted man. He began slowly back to his cabin and was finally able to sleep, there was no one to hold him when he shed his tears that night.

Velora had tears of a different nature, she was able to finally kiss one of her dates, it was a fair kiss, definitely not like her one with Tommy. She compared him with everyone now that she had a taste of him. Her date suggested that they go back to his place to which she declined, there was no spark, no longing, no anticipation. The man was good looking, could put sentences together, paid for dinner, seemed nice, no real reason to not try him out except he wasn’t Tommy Miller. He didn’t have his dark hair, deep brown eyes, that goofy looking mustache that tickled her tummy, his cinnamon skin or velvet voice. This man was none of those things and it wasn’t his fault. It was hers for agreeing to this date. Vel’s friends were proud of her for getting out there and exploring her options, but she was going through the motions, no matter if it was work, helping out Joel and Sarah or just moping at home, it was all hollow. The man walked her to her car, to which she thanked him for the date and drove home.

Once home, she hopped in the shower and wash the date away, scrubbing her inner thighs especially as he had tried to finger under the table, but seemed to have difficulty navigating her large thighs, she couldn’t tell if he just hadn’t been with a larger woman or was out of practice in general. Velora got out of the shower, dried off and brushed her teeth, using extra mouthwash, she didn’t want to taste that man at all.

Sitting on the bed, she looked at herself in the mirror, wrapped in her towel. This was the room she was taken by Tommy or more apt, she offered herself to him. Happily. The circles under her eyes were darker and she chuckled, it’s not the first time she had cried over Tommy Miller, but it was usually because he had done something stupid and not the other way around. It was enough to keep that man in a place that would freeze a witch’s tit an extra week and a half.

He may have told me that he wanted to be friends with benefits or maybe that he actually had feelings for me, but I didn’t let him talk. These men aren’t Tommy and it’s not their fault. I should have told him years ago but I didn’t want to lose him as a friend. Tommy, Joel and Sarah are family and I just couldn't…I still may lose them anyway. I shouldn’t have told Tess why I was crying and dating. She likely told Joel and…would he know? Is that why Tommy hasn’t come back yet? My head hurts. I feel like shit. Tommy’s the only one that looked at me like that, he touched me from head to toe and told me that I was only his. It was likely just dirty talk but still, it was nice to hear. Pfft, just nice? It was what I’ve always wanted to hear. I just didn’t want to be second anymore…Second to his grief, to his anger, pain and second to whoever the flavor of the month was. I’m tired of being second, I want to be first.

Vel laid across her bed and started at the ceiling, her tears were steady and she gave up trying to wipe them away. She woke up the next morning with a stuffy nose from not covering herself properly before sleeping.

“Fuck, even my nose is tired of my shit…”

The day Tommy gets home…

Tommy arrived at the airport around seven in the evening, he was almost home. He had called Joel to pick him up, the uncle was excited to see his little niece as his brother said he would bring her. Normally he would call Vel but he couldn’t see her yet. Sarah and Joel greeted him warmly in the drop off area and helped him lay his bags in the truck. The brother chatted about how business had been and Sarah chimed in about soccer and school. The bright young teen did have something important to share.

“So Dad, we’re going to have pizza tonight right? Since Uncle Tommy’s back.”

“Yeah pumpkin I told you we would.” Joel sounded puzzled, unsure why his daughter was confirming plans they had already discussed. Tommy did not like the sound of this, it’s never good if Joel is surprised. He knew his brother stayed prepared.

“I invited Aunt V to eat pizza with us, you got three pizzas right?” Tommy glared at Joel who kept his eyes on the road. His daughter may be in cahoots with Tess, which surprised him because he didn’t think Sarah liked the woman. He foresaw major issues going forward.

“I ordered three because I thought it was going to be the four of us. You didn’t mention Vel.” The older Miller brother said slowly, he needed Tommy to know this was not his idea, and frankly he didn’t want the clusterfuck this was going to be, to be in his house.

“Well, Aunt V has been kinda down lately, hasn’t she Uncle Tommy?” Sarah leaned forward in her seat and patted Tommy's shoulder. He couldn’t lie to his only niece, but he also was not going to speak about his love life to a fourteen year old.

“I’ve been away Peanut so I wouldn’t know. Has she now? We should cheer her up.” Tommy bit his lips, and rocked forward, Joel knew those motions were, he was self-soothing. He was so pissed, but couldn’t say anything because he would sooner die then show Sarah anything other than her sweet uncle. Joel knew this was going to be a problem when they were alone.

“Baby girl, you are so loved.” is all Joel managed to say before cutting on the radio.

Tess was at Joel’s house paying the pizza man and Velora was sitting on the couch. Tess was humming, this woman they all maybe saw three months total out of the year. It was weird, but Joel loved it so Vel figured she would just keep her trap shut. She shouldn’t speak about anyone’s relationship since she had mucked hers up with Tommy. Though a part of her wanted to look nice for him, so she ended up pinning her hair up, exposing her neck and wearing an olive green three-fourth sleeve shirt dress, she also may have left the top button open so she had a bit of cleavage showing but not too much. Sarah was going to be there after all. Vel also made sure to put on her favorite lotion from Bath & Body Works, ‘into the night.’ Maybe she was hoping for something to happen, at the very least, she wanted to be able to talk to him, likely not about the last time they saw each other but at least be civil.

The door opened and Sarah burst in, hugging Vel and snuggling into her, commenting on how good she smelled, Joel carried a bag of Tommy’s and hugged Tess, giving her a kiss on the cheek. That’s when Vel lost her breath, Tommy Miller strode through the doorway and set his backpack on the floor, nodding toward Tess. His eyes met Vel’s and he went to speak as she did , but nothing came from either of them. It looked like Sarah was going to say something but Joel suggested that they eat before the pizza gets cold. Everyone ate and listened to Tommy’s trip and embellished stories, Vel soaked up his laughter and smile, wondering how she would feel if he were to tell her he didn’t want to speak to her again, as he did other women. She was going through the motions again as Joel carted Sarah off to bed before long, she had fallen asleep across Velora’s lap. A place Tommy wanted to be. She looked beautiful, the earth tone dress looked gorgeous on her. It was then that he was surprised, Tess offered Vel a ride home. Apparently, a car ran a stop sign and rear ended her. She hadn’t been injured but her car was in the shop for repairs. Joel and Tess had been giving her rides from home to work. Tommy saw an opportunity. He had left his truck at Joel’s so he could drive home once he made it to their house after the airport.

“I can drive you home Sweet Pea.” He stated quietly, setting a hand on her shoulder, he stepped in between Tess and where Vel was sitting. Tess was about to interject but Joel shook his head, signaling to let them be. Velora nodded.

“Sure, thanks Tommy.” With that, she stood and thanked Tess for the offer giving her and Joel hugs before slipping her flip flops on and heading out with Tommy. He opened the truck door for her and she climbed in, he took special care to take a gander at her legs which the moonlight was reflecting off their well moisturized sheen. Tommy then got in the truck and started driving.

“Tommy…I-I’m sor…”

“Leave it for when we get to your place. We need to sit and talk face to face.” The grave tone he used worried her, was this really happening? Was she going to lose her best friend over the best sex she had?

Once at her home, she opened the door and Tommy locked it after they got in, Velora set to opening a bottle of whiskey and pouring them both glasses with one cube of ice each. She sat next to Tommy on the couch and slowly sipped on her drink, clicking her nails on the glass. Tommy took a large swig and set his on the coffee table, taking hers and placing that on the table as well.

“Velora, I need you to listen to me. Don’t say anything yet.”

“T-Tommy, just you’re not going to leave right? Just forget it. Just don’t tell me to go away.” His eyes widened, that wasn’t what he expected. He placed a hand on her thigh and squeezed to try and calm her, but that only made her jump. “I know I shouldn’t have, honestly you’d never taken me up on it before. I wanted to see how far you were going to go, I didn’t expect…not that i didn’t enjoy it, but if it means we can’t be friends then, I’ll forget about it.” Her speech was pressured and rapid, eyes wild and darting around, when she did focus on Tommy’s face, he saw that she was frightened.

“Sweet Pea…Just give me a…” Tommy tried to cut her off to explain but she kept going.

“You can’t call me that anymore. You can’t say it like that. Sweet Pea, it makes me wet each time and I can’t, I can’t Tommy Miller! We’re friends, you can’t call me that, not after…” The tears that she had been avoiding since she saw him walk though Joel’s doorway broke through, it was Tommy’s turn to hold her and to console. It was then he realized he wasn’t the only one that had been having feelings over the years. How long had she been in love with him? How long had he been hurting her? How long had they been hurting each other?

“Velora I don’t want to be just your friend. I feel the same way. Honey please…” Tommy whispered as he brought her close, her tears were wetting his shirt, but it was fine by him. He just needed to make her understand that he didn’t want to share her. But he also thought maybe he shouldn’t undress her this time.

After some time, she stopped just embracing her, small hands wrapped around his back, pressing on his shoulder blades. They were quiet except for a few sniffles. Vel leaned back and kissed Tommy’s cheek, her face puffy from her waterworks,

“I’m sorry I didn't let you talk, well this time and especially the last time. I just wanted to avoid talking about it. I couldn’t handle you telling me it didn’t mean anything.”

“Velora. That’s not anything I would ever say to you. And it wasn’t what I was going to say the other night either. I planned to tell you that I don’t speak like that to anyone, even during sex and that I didn’t want you seeing anyone else. I don’t want to see anyone else. Vel…I…” Tommy was cut off by her lips, not forceful but clearly to quiet him again, he cupped her face and leaned into the kiss, letting out a small moan. He did let her go after he licked her bottom lip and she didn’t allow him in. Not that type of kiss he figured.

“Just a little at a time Lucky Beetle. Please a little at a time. You just told me something major, I can’t have you say that I love you right now too. I know you like to get things all out in the open but just let me sit in it a bit.” The explanation made sense to him, in his haste to share his feelings, he forgot that she needs things in pieces, slowly. It’s why he loved talking to her because she could help him see things part by part, but that was clearly different in a relationship aspect. Her hands raised to play with his hair, then ran along his cheeks and poked his mustache. “It’s not that I don’t want to hear it, but I just need time. It won’t be too much. I promise.” He nodded, accepting her proposal.

“Should we get you cleaned up? Your face looks a mess Sweet Pea. Er, not that…” The woman let out a bellowing laugh, it was a sound that he was elated to hear. He hadn’t heard it for weeks and the last time he did, was one of his highest and lowest points.

“Yeah, I know I look a mess.” She stood up and patted his shoulder for him to follow her to the bedroom. “Tommy, I should tell you, or rather I don't know if you already heard from Joel, I have been on dates since you were away. A few…” A drawer opened and she got out a pair of boxer briefs and a t-shirt for him. Tommy had his own drawer at her house and she did at his, they had for years. “Like four dates,” She turned to face him, but kept her eyes to the ground, still she felt she needed to be honest. “None of them panned out. They weren’t you, I compared them all to you. Even the last one…” Her arms crossed over to stomach as she held her elbows, Tommy could fill in the gaps but he still needed to know.

“How far did you go with him?” He asked flatly. He readied himself for the potential answer that she may have slept with someone, it’s not like he hadn’t done the same thing in the past, though while he was away he didn’t think to. The vet hadn’t expected Velora to take a page from his playbook as far as fucking away feelings.

“Kissing and he tried to…well not that he could find what he was trying to finger. It’s not like mine’s in a different place than a smaller woman’s, you just have to go a little deeper.” Her eyes rolled as she complained and Tommy chuckled, it was entertaining hearing her mock another man and gave him a sense of pride.

“Sounds like you had a tough go of it hun.” He placed his hands on his hips, his mustache continued to dance above his upper lip as she continued to chuckle. Velora shook her head and threw the clothes at him, which he caught. “Thanks for telling me though, you're honest to a fault.”

“Shut up Miller. I’m going to shower first.” A small smirk greeted her lips as she grabbed her own nightshirt and panties before heading into the bathroom. Tommy set his clothes on the bed and went back into the living room to finish his whiskey. They felt more normal, like themselves. It was good, but he didn’t want it to stay like this. How else was it supposed to feel?

Velora took a quick shower and brushed her teeth, remembering the glass of whiskey she had and that mint likely wouldn’t taste good with it. She tossed her worn clothes in the hamper and found Tommy sitting on the couch, looking at his empty glass. “Did you want mine too? It doesn’t go well with colgate.” Tommy shook his head and downed her glass as well before heading into the bedroom and stripping, then into the shower. When he came back out, he put his clothes in a small pile in the corner of the room out of the way. The pair sat on the bed next to each other.

“So…”

“So…what do we do now?”

“We should sleep, talk more about things with fresh minds.”

“Did you want to go get breakfast tomorrow?”

“Sure, though I should probably check in with Joel to see if he needs help at the office.”

“It can wait until the next day, he’s actually doing better. Tess convinced him to go to a pain clinic.”

“Really? He left that part out when he was updating me. Old man with a sore back.”

Velora climbed up in the bed and slid under the covers, Tommy watched her and wondered if he could really sleep in the same bed as her without touching her. He should be able to, he has self-control. He followed suit and slipped under the covers as well, turning on his side away from her. If he faced her, he would feel tempted to touch her and after they had a positive conversation the last thing he needed to do was compromise that again.

Turned out it was not up to Tommy Miller whether things were going to happen or not.

Velora became the big spoon to Tommy’s little spoon and that was fine until the sun started to shine through the curtains of her bedroom window. Tommy rolled over on his back and Vel’s leg wrapped around his slim waist. That would be fine, if his hips hadn’t shifted up slightly and a familiar bulge touched her inner thigh. Exhaling, she opened her eyes to see if he was awake, he was not, his breathing still steady and his face in a neutral position. Her finger started to circle his dark nipple, she sank her body weight on top of his abdomen and rested her forehead on his chest, her soft digits inched along both sides of his clavicle. “Fucking delicious menance Tommy.” Vel hummed into his chest, sturdy hands took hold of her hips.

“Am I now? Right back at ya Sweet Pea. I thought I was having a damn good dream. Looks like wakin’ up is even better. Didn’t know you were such a vixen.” A low hum emerged from Tommy’s lips and he sat up, holding her over his hips. “Don’t move, you’re ridin’ me this mornin’ Sweet Pea.” His eyes had a soft glow to them, placing his lips over hers before she could protest, he knew what she’d say, to lay her back down because she was too heavy, but he didn’t want to, He wanted to watch as she bounced on top. Her hands moved from his chest to his shoulders, grasping tight, unsure how much pressure to put on him. Tommy, released her hips to slide his boxers down, unleashing his swollen member from the cloth confines. He then slid her thin wet panties aside to touch her puffy lower lips, a long moan was released from Vel as the mixture of cool air and warm callused fingers entering her, made her squirm. “Sweet Pea, you’re ready for me this morning aren’t ya? Fuck Vel, we wasted too much time. I could have had a ring on your finger and Sarah could have a cousin or two.” Her eyes shot open, did he just…? She pulled back, making her ass press against his thick cock, a gasp escaped from his mouth.

“Tommy, d-did you just…what?”

“I don’t say things I don’t mean Velora. You don’t want me to say three words fine. I know many a way to tell you the same damn thing woman.”

“Well you wanna try this morning?” Her suggestion made him kiss her neck, licking it as his fingers pumped inside of her slowly. “T-Tommy, give me your…”

“My what Sweet Pea? I’ll have to be careful where I call you Sweet Pea. I can’t have you gettin’ this wet at a cookout.” He smiled into her neck, before biting it. One of Vel’s hands grasped the back of his head, tugging it toward her neck.

“Fuck Tommy. Your cock. I want your cock. I’ll make a baby with you. Give it to me.” She yelped as his fingers started to move faster, her nectar dripping down his palm.

“Not yet, I have to show you who can find your pussy with these fingers.” His mouth left her neck and found her lips again, biting her lower lip as she moaned his name. He could watch her like this for the next hour, maybe hours.

“Don’t be an ass about it Tommy.” Her hips were moving faster, her hands came back to his shoulders as she began moving up and down instead of in a circle.

“Look at you, quick study like always Sweet Pea. Be my angel and soak my fingers.” Tommy commanded, curing his head to nipple at the top of her breast. He felt her squeezing his fingers, then the flood of her slick down his wrist as he slowed down his fingers to match her body’s release and subsequent decrescendo. She sat panting on his lap, her eyes heavy as she met his dark brown orbs again. “Velora, you’re sure I can cum inside you? We still have a shit ton to talk about.” He saw her nod but needed her to speak to him so he didn’t move.

“Tommy, I’ve dreamt of you getting me pregnant and raising a family with you. We’ll work out the details later. It may not even happen this go around. We’ll have plenty of other times to practice. I love you Tommy Miller. I want to make a home with you and a family.” Velora kissed Tommy’s forehead and reached behind her ass, taking his hot member in her hand, teasing his head, “I too am not going to let anyone else have this cock if I have anything to say about it.”

Tommy wondered why he hadn’t seen it, how he could have been so blind, but that moment passed, “Did you have me not tell you I love you so you could say it first?” Vel chuckled as her small hand stroked his cock, “You’re my petty ass vixen angel and I love you. Take off that gown. We don’t fuck clothes in this house.” A beamng chuckle was shared between them as she removed her gown and tossed it on the floor and Tommy assisted her in lifting up to remove her panties, he then shimmied his boxers off and he sat her right back in his lap. “Ready Velora? I’ll ease you in slow.”

Velora’s hand guided Tommy’s cock to her soaked folds, slipping inside of her easier than she thought, though she didn’t expect her hips to slam flush with his. She let out a loud whimper from the expansion inside of her, the pulsing heat, the grimace disappearing from his face once he was inside of her, she remained still to adjust and was unsure if she should move, it felt as if he was piercing her womb and stomach. It felt like they were finally in the right place and the right time with each other. But she wanted more, she would take from him until he had nothing left to offer her, He hadn’t said a word until she pulled on his shoulders and pressed her feet into the bed to move up, only making it where half of his cock was still inside of her. “Tommy, I don’t think I’m going to be able to do this too long, damn…did you get bigger while in Ireland?”

Tommy still didn’t answer, he was focusing on not shooting his load into her after she sat her full weight on him. Velora was able to take all of him in one stroke, a feat that hadn’t been performed by any other woman he had been with. Now with her moving, he was twitching even more and it felt as if the wrong move or loss of concentration would have him prematurely released. However, when she commented about his size, his eyes open to see the woman that he loved struggling to ride him, it was breathtakingly slow, the perfect pace to make him last longer. “Sweet Pea, I’m gonna be rough for a few, you’re doing the Lord’s work up there. Need to know how it feels to fill you to the brim with my seed Velora.” Bewildered, Vel’s mouth formed an ‘o’ as he began, taking ownership of her hips and forcing his upward into her, she truly started to spring off his member, leaving only his bulbous head inside of her before bringing her back down so his balls smacked her ass.

“Goddamit Tommy! I’m gonna break, Ah…Tom-Tommy..” Her voice cracked as she screamed, one hand dug into his shoulder, her nails drawing blood from his skin as her other hand cemented itself at the base of his skull. Her back was already arching, she was trying to stop her walls from sputtering, to draw this sensation out, him making her and her cunt cry for him. Miller’s grunts increased with his pace, his goal was to stuff her with his cum and he would succeed this morning. His mouth found her round shoulder, her light stretch marks broke though the rest of her brown skin, he started licking them, but felt his teeth start to dig into the soft flesh. “Ah..chew baby, Bite me Tommy..!” She continued to call his name, it was a ballad leading to their mutual end. Velora came first, her nails, raking across his back and head as her cunt attempted to milk his cock of its contents. Tommy was able to get in a few more pumps before he felt it, finally, thick ropes coated her walls as he moaned her name into her shoulder, tasting something metallic on his lips. They remained still, regaining air in their lungs, Tommy fell on his back with Vel on top of him, her breasts landing on either side of his head as her chest fell on his face.. He tilted his chin up and landed a string of kisses in between and on the tops of her breasts. She hummed as she stroked his hair, feeling him soften and start to slip out of her stretched pussy. Thankfully, only halfway.

“Velora, you alright honey? Didn’t break I see. You’re too strong of a woman for that.” His familiar glow returned to his face as she looked down at him and nodded.

“I’m better than I thought I would be. You might be the death of me yet Tommy. I don’t know if I’ll ever get to just relax again.” Her bubbly sounds had Tommy trace his hands along her love handles and back.

“If anything, I’ll go first. You started it this morning, remember?” He reminded her as she raised up off his flaccid cock and plopped beside him and he pulled the covers over the both of them. His hands returned to her waist as she nuzzled in the crook of his neck. “We’ll have to check our injuries later, let’s get some sleep. I love you Velora.”

“I love you too Tommy.” The two found sleep in each other's arms for the time being.

The next morning…

A series of loud knocks was at Velora’s front door.

Sarah had been adamant about seeing her uncle Tommy. Joel and Tess tried to assure her that he’s fine, he’s resting up from his long flight, which might be true though Joel doubted it. The fact remind that he did leave his bags at his place from when he drove Velora home last night. Sarah was worried that Tommy may not be happy with Aunt V going out on dates and he could have argued with her and might be moping around his house. It was plausible and Tess found it convenient to need to drive into town for a meeting or two, which she did not have to do before this conversation started.

“You shoulda never told a child about grown folks business.. Tess.”

“Sarah’s a teen, not an idiot. She knows things have been weird with them. Plus she overheard Vel and I talking, I didn’t tell her anything.”

“And now you have to go? After you start some shit?”

“They were meetings I thought were pushed back and now the parties want to meet. It’s annoying and horrible timing but -”

“Seems like good timing for you.”

“Joel, don’t start that shit again. You always do this get mad at me and then-”

“And then you leave and stay gone, not talking to me for weeks or months at a time. Would it kill you to be consistent Tess? Lord knows I am.”

Tess held up her hands, done with the conversation for now. She headed for the door. “Joel, I’ll be back later tonight. Take that time to calm down so we can talk like two adults.”

Joel crossed his arms and looked at the ceiling. He felt small arms wrap around him. “Dad, why don’t you just talk to her instead of picking a fight?” The older Miller brother kissed his daughter’s forehead and smiled.

“Your old man’s stubborn as a mule baby girl. I gotta be right, even if it kills me.”

“We’re going to take uncle Tommy’s stuff by his house right? I want to show him my new trophy. I fell asleep before I could show him last night. Joel couldn’t say no even though he was fairly certain his brother wouldn’t be home. Gathering Tommy’s junk, he threw it in his truck and drove over to the house. His brother’s truck was absent from the driveway so since he had a key he dropped off the bags inside. Sarah still insisted on seeing him so he drove to Velora’s where now he was knocking on the door.

When there was no answer, he turned to his daughter who shocked him once again,

“You think they’re going to be friends with benefits or actually date? But they know each other pretty well so maybe not for long. I’m going to be a bridesmaid or the maid of honor.”

“Sarah honey, that’s putting the cart before the horse baby girl.”

“Dad. I’m fourteen. I know these things.”

“Where did my sweet girl go? I don’t want you to know these things.”

Tommy climbed out of bed first, he heard chatter outside the door so he figured he had some time. He relieved himself in the bathroom and grabbed a warm rag for Vel, cleaning between her legs. He couldn’t help but use two fingers to push some of his cum that had leaked out back in, that made her flinch and wake up. “Good morning Sweet Pea, better late than never. Fell asleep before I could clean ya. Someone’s at the door. Goin’ to tell them to kick rocks.” She nodded and rolled over toward the nightstand to check the time, two in the afternoon? It was pretty late.

Tommy popped his jeans on and didn’t worry about boxers. The cold floor felt good under his bare feet as he walked to the door, now on the other side, he heard two voices that he didn’t want to see right this minute. “Welp, it was going to happen sooner or later.” He unlocked the door and swing it open,

“Afternoon brother, little Peanut.” Joel noted Tommy’s messy hair that was sticking all over the place and that he seemed to have some bruises on his abdomen. Dammit, really? My daughter has to see you like this…

“Hey little brother. We took your crap to your house. You good? Your hair is a little…” Joel studdered, first Tess and now Tommy, why were the adults he knew so damn bothersome and exposing his sweet daughter to things she shouldn’t know until she’s his age, scratch that, he needs to be cold in the ground before Sarah even thinks about, such things.

“Uncle Tommy, is Aunt V alright? If you look like that, what does she look like? Did you put a hurt on her?” The youngest Miller asked with a head tilt. Both men remained silent. Joel was the one now with his arms crossed and rocking between his heels and the balls of his feet.

“She’s taking a bit of a nap right now, Peanut. I can stop by the house later-”

“I'm alright, You should maybe go get freshened up though Tommy.” Velora walked up behind Tommy in a loose gray t-shirt and black leggings and tugged on the waist of his jeans to signal he should head back inside. Vel stood in the doorway and gave a stern look to Sarah before bursting into laughter. “You’re a firecracker young lady. You’re going to give both your father and uncle heart attacks. Please let your father hold onto his dream that you’re still his baby girl.”

Sarah stepped forward and gave her aunt a hug, patting her back and niggling into her. She whispered, “Aunt V, you look a lot happier. Both Dad and Uncle Tommy can be kinda dumb so don’t be too mad at him.” Vel chuckled and patted the teen’s head,

“I won’t. I promise. All adults are dumb at times, Peanut. It’s our claim to fame. I love you, you little scamp.” She kissed her forehead and let her go, Joel nodded and he headed back to the truck and left with Sarah. Asking her questions about what she knew about ‘putting a hurt on someone’ and where she had heard it. He didn’t really want to know, he just needed to identify whose knees he needed to break for telling his daughter this information.

Tommy was in the shower, using Velora’s green tea and jasmine body wash. It smelled nice on her, he wasn’t much for smelling like a flower, but he did need to be clean. He was lathering his chest when his Sweet Pea entered the shower naked and put her hand over his, helping him to lather himself. He chuckled at her eagerness to touch him, he was planning on initiating later but he wasn’t opposed to having a bit of slippery fun. He reached beyond the shower curtain and grabbed a second washcloth, the basket they had been neatly folded in fell over, but that could be tidied later. Tommy was quick to wet it and turned around, nearly falling back against the shower wall at Vel’s hair in her hot pink shower cap. Her lips pinched together as she pushed slightly on his chest to signal she was not amused.

“Sweet Pea, you can’t tell me that’s not funny though. It had to be that neon, bright ass pink?” He cackled in between her soft hits with the soapy washcloth.

“Dammit Tommy, you know I can’t get my hair wet unless I plan to wash it and do that whole process. Stop laughing..ha, ha.” The woman started giggling along with him, the pair of them laughing until they wheezed.

Tommy took his washcloth and ran it over Velora’s shoulders and took special care under her arms. He rung the washcloth out over her breasts and added more of the body wash to make the lather thicker before circling around each breast, carefully lifting them from their lowered position. Velora continued to drag her washcloth across his chest, then around to his back until she lowered it just before reaching his butt. She then brought it back to the front and wiped up and down on his abdomen eliciting a few more chuckles from the mustached man. Tommy started in the middle of her stomach and branched out with larger strokes before starting on her back. He then paused,

“So how do you want to take care of below the waist?”

“I think we should each do our own, I don’t trust you not to start fingering me and I don’t want soap in my pussy.”

“You know me so well Sweet Pea.” He answered with a smirk and made sure to clean his cock and balls well and ended with his ass as Vel did the same. They rinsed off and Vel stepped out of the shower first to set a few towels on the floor to soak up the water she was dripping and to grab two towels, one for each of them. After drying off, Vel put on the same t-shirt and black capris she had on before, they had been fresh out of the drawer so she didn’t mind putting the back on. Tommy slipped on a pair of gray sweatpants and a white t-shirt from his drawer in Velora’s bedroom. Tommy headed to the kitchen to start some coffee and make some brunch. He found eggs, onions, peppers, cheese and toasted some bread with some apple butter. Velora was finishing up the bathroom when she smelled his cooking, her mother told her not to trust a man who can cook when she was younger, but Vel found it to be one of the many sexy qualities Tommy had, among others that she could put her hands on now.

She walked out to her small kitchen and got some plates and glasses down to get the table. It could fit four people comfortably though it was on the smaller side, with just the two of them, it was just the right size. Tommy dished up the food, he made three pieces of toast for each of them, after he set the frying pan in the sink and ran some water in it, they sat down to eat, in silence for the first few bites.

“So…should we talk about things or…?”

“I mean we can. I guess we should start with whose house we’re gonna live in. Yours is on the smaller side Vel. makes sense since it’s just you living here, but…”

“No I mean, about before. We moved things pretty fast and you never told me about how your trip went with, well what you were going to do, though we weren’t really speaking at the time.” Velora moved a piece of her omelet around on her plate as she bit into her toast.

Sitting back in his chair, Tommy crossed his arms and sighed, “Do we really need to talk about it? I went, took care of my guys’ ashes and came back. Yeah I was gone longer, but I needed time to think. I couldn’t do that…”

“While you were here. While you may have to face me, is that it?” She asked, looking up from her plate. He rolled his eyes and scoffed.

“What about you? While I was gone, you’re out here setting up dates left and right. I know that was your one friend who doesn't think I’m shit who told you to do that and you did it! I had to hear it from Joel of all people. That was weird as shit.” he shook his head, recalling the conversation, it had been unnerving.

Velora took a deep breath, “I told you about it when you came back and we finally talked before and we…I was honest about it. I didn’t need to hide, I came to fucking Joel’s house with all that damn pizza and listening to tess talking about meetings and travel! I didn’t want to go, seeing you…it, I was happy to know that you were okay, but I felt guilty and hurt Tommy.” Her eyes never parted from his, the intensity of them caused him to look away, but the veteran was drawn right back.

“I know. I was in shock when Sarah mentioned on the drive home that you were going to be there. I honestly didn’t think you would want to see me, given how I reacted when you said what you said after we made love. You can say it, you know Velora. We’ve made love twice now.” Tommy grinned, trying to lighten things up a bit, but to no avail.

“I know I told you that I needed time.” Velora paused to try and figure out her phrasing. Tommy titled his head, trying to anticipate what she may say, he hoped it wasn’t that they should see how things go. He was serious about moving their relationship forward. “I’d rather we talked about things and made some future plans. We skipped ahead on the babymaking front. I didn’t think I’d…well I knew I wanted to but…” Her cheeks were becoming hot once again, having a child with her best friend and crush Tommy Miller had been a fantasy. Now she may have actually done it without dating, marriage, deciding where they’re going to live, none of that. It made her giddy that he wanted to see her pregnant and have a child with her, but what would come with it? Was she prepared for that?

“Velora, well I won’t say relax because we’re needing to make some major decisions.” Tommy rose from his chair and stood behind Vel, placing one hand on each shoulder and kissed her temple. She took a few sips of water for her throat that was painfully dry now. “One step at a time honey. It’s alright we don’t know right now. We just started this together. Plus we gotta move you into my house, this kitchen’s too damn small and I got room in my master bath to expand the shower.” Vel coughed on the water, setting an elbow on the table before cradling her forehead in it.

“Lord above you really are trying to kill me Miller.” Their expressions of joy echoed through the small kitchen as they continued their meal and bikered about whose house should be sold, which mattress should be in the master bedroom and who has the better office.

Six months later…

Velora plops another rose near the mailbox. She already had brought three over from the back of Tommy’s truck. She had borrowed it to drive to the florist to pick up her order that she had placed last week. Set on adding more color to the front yard, she had added yellow tulips near the large front window that was off of the living room. Red was what she wanted on the corner around the mailbox. She took to gardening well, finding it was calming in addition to decorating her new home. She and Tommy had closed on her small home last month and were able to make a sizable profit from it. Due to the time constraints though, she sold much of her furniture except what was left to stage the house. Tommy, Joel and Sarah had helped moved her items into Tommy’s larger house. Velora had fussed about it, but she knew it was the right choice, moving into his house. It was her first house though, she remembered when Tommy had helped her move in.

Standing up from her leaning over position, she felt light-headed and had to lean on the mailbox, thankfully it was sturdy and she was quickly able to regain her balance. Her head swam for a minute but then calmed. It was happening more frequently and it worried her. Tommy had asked her to cut back on her hours at work, go to part time at the hospital. She was stubborn and refused, stating that it happened from time to time, she was fine, it would pass. It’s been two months of symptoms off and on again. What really worried her was her tender breasts and back pain. They didn’t seem connected and both had been happening since she hit puberty decades ago. She didn’t mention it to Tommy though, didn't want to worry him. Heading back inside the house, she called and made a doctor’s appointment, relenting that she may need to have things checked out, though whenever she had scans before they were always benign and she was advised to lose weight. “They’ll just tell me the same damn thing.”

Tommy was thriving, sure he had way too many pillows on his couch now, but he was able to convince Sweet Pea to keep some on the bed and in the guest bedrooms, at least break them up some. The little touches as far as plants, new colors of green, reds and yellows, nothing overbearing but more accents to his neutral home. In the pillows, but also in the towels, rugs, blankets for when they would watch movies on said couch and even a few shirts in his closet. He only wore those colors for her, no one else though. Tommy brought up the topic of marriage first saying that before a baby came, he wanted to have a ring on her finger and a certificate in his hand. Velora shook her head at him as usual and asked him how he planned to do that. She was washing dishes, wearing just one of her oversized t-shirts and panties.

“Well, like this Sweet Pea. You thought you were gonna be stuck with me before. Now we’re going to make it official.”

“Miller, we moved in together three months ago, don’t you think it’s a little soon to-” His arms wrapped around her waist as he kissed her cheek.

“No it’s not. I told you we’d do one step at a time. This is the next step. We can make it big or small. Besides, I got this ring on sale.” He chuckled in her ear and reached in his back pocket, pulling out a small box. Vel dried her hands and turned around.

“Tommy I’m not taking some mood ring you got on…that’s a box. An actual box.”

“Yes. Wait, you thought I was gonna fake you out with a mood ring? What kind of man do you take me for?” Tommy exaggerated his fake outrage, crossing his hand over his chest and stumbling back. “You wound me…Vel how could you?”

Velora shook head again, her face in her hands, not believing what she was seeing. The punk did get her a ring. She hadn’t asked for one, she honestly thought it would be next year before she got one, they hadn’t even made wedding plans yet. “You keep surprising me every day Tommy. I find you as annoying as much as I adore you.”

“I’ll take that as a yes honey. Put this on so I can see it on the pretty hand of yours.” He removed the gold ring from the box and slid it on her finger. He held her hand as he moved it around, it appeared to be a little loose. “I was sure I got the size right. Vel, did you lose some weight?” His eyes squinted at her hand, they didn’t look much different so he released her hand and grabbed her hips making her gasp.

“Tommy! I haven’t lost any weight. We just have to get it re-sized. I’m still going to wear it anyway until we do. It’s beautiful.” She admired it, a 6 mm band with 1 carat diamond in an oval setting. “Wait, how much was this?”

Tommy ignored the question, his hands were roaming her hips and love handles, she felt a little less, though she didn’t look it. He would know, the man felt her up daily, several times a day. “Sweet Pea, when’s your appointment? I’m going to come with you.” Vel kissed his cheek before placing her left hand on it.

“You don’t need to, I’m fine. They’re just going to tell me I need to rest or drink more water or lose weight like they always do. It’s why I usually just go for my physical yearly and not much else.” She explained. Tommy knew not to press her too hard on it, they were both stubborn so he would just worry instead. A distraction was in order they had gotten a new dining room table, Vel had called his old table “musty” for the mismatched driftwood it had been made of. The dark cherrywood suited the otherwise light room perfectly, drawing your attention to it.

Tommy used his hands on his fiancé’s hips to guide her back toward the table, he reached and lifted her ass onto the table. “What’s gotten into you now? Don’t be picking me up like that. You’ll end up with a back like your brother.” He tugged on her panties pulling them down to her knees and then off. Squating, he used his forearms to part her thighs before nibbling her sensitive skin.

“If I get a bad back from lifting you Sweet Pea, I’m gonna make sure it’s well earned. Let me taste my fiance. I wonder if now you’ll be more savory or honeyed.” He felt her put her legs over his shoulders and place her calves against his back, by now, she was aware of the position he wanted her in for his meals.

“How does that make any sense? Shit…don’t just use one love. I always need more.” Her hips bucked at the insertion of his finger, he was teasing her, leaning toward her mound and inhaling deeply, filling his lungs with her scent, intoxicating as he found it.

“My greedy girl. I aim to please ya always.” A second digit followed, pumping into her down to the knuckle, usually he worked his fingers in slower but her juices were dribbling onto the wood table, making it glisten. “May have to use your nectar to polish the table later, Sweet Pea.” Tommy ran his other hand up her shirt, pulling it to reach her cushy belly. He placed a kiss on it before placing his hand on the small of her back and scooting her hips forward to start to curl his fingers inside of her, a small spongy depression he discovered inside her months ago that had her babble in between obscenities. Peering upward, his head was hung forward toward her chest, hands firmly on the table, arms taunt, forcing her pelvis to meet his hand. “Almost there Vel, a little more…” His thumb plucked the small bundle of red flesh hidden at the top of her slit. A feral growl left his love as his fingers were taken from her, thighs pulled his upper body forward.

“Tommy…Either put your fingers back in or use your mouth. You will not leave me like this on our dining room table. Didn’t you just say you ‘aim to please’?” His snickers echoes against her drenched mound, his breath, rolling over her sweltering skin.

“I do, but you know I like my pleasantries. I’m a Southern gentleman.” Velora couldn’t see his face, but she could picture his lips curving upward, forever teasing her. She guessed she knew what it was about, she was able to keep her balance with one hand as the other twirled in his soft onyx waves.

“A gentleman now huh? Who leaves a lady wanting? Not sure I want a gentleman then. I want the same man who told me he was starving and I had to make sure he had a warm meal.” Her voice raspy from her screams, cracking when she spoke. Tommy flicked his tongue on her clit, then blew on it.

“Not my exact words, but I’d hate to make such a beautiful woman wait.” He felt Vel release his hair as he plunged into her moist cunt, lapping at entrance, grunting with the roll of her hips toward his face. His mustache tickled her clit each time he pulled back to take a small gasp of air. Her body went rigid as her peak was reached and Tommy shot up to wrap his arms around her waist easing her down on the table. “Easy Sweet Pea, easy Velora…” He kissed her chin, her hands reached for his face and licked his lips,

“I think I’m more savory than Sweet love. May need to change my nickname.” The veteran’s head dropped into her chest, matching her laughter. He now knew how sturdy the new table was. It could stay.

One week later…

Joel pulled up to the florist’s shop. He needed to send flowers for the condolences of one of their frequent customers who would use them for construction contracts. The man’s mother had died and the elder Miller brother in his effort to be more sociable, was following more social cues. He also was doing what his daughter had suggested and ‘ghosting’ Tess. He didn’t feel great about it, but Sarah had advised to ignore her calls and texts since they couldn’t agree to which direction their relationship should go. Joel wanted a partner, someone who he would be comfortable having in his life with his daughter. Tess got along with Sarah just fine, because they didn’t spend much time together outside of a few weeks or a month. His sometimes partner was just fine with that arrangement, thus their disagreement. The man was currently distracted though so he wouldn’t be answering any calls, he was placing his order with the same florist who V had been getting her flowers from. On the glowing recommendation, he ventured into the shop and was met with a woman who had a silver streak in her otherwise strawberry blonde hair. She gave him a warm smile, wiped her hands off on her apron before reaching out for a handshake, it was firm and she had callaouses as well from the different plants she had worked with, a small pink mark was on her neck. Joel wondered what it was from, he did eventually place his order, but they ended up comparing handshakes, whose accent was stronger, discussing children, trucks and work boots. A warmth that Joel hadn’t felt since his wife passed spread in his chest, her name Andy, she had told him like the sheriff from ‘The Andy Griffith Show.” The two laughed over the reference and that their children had no idea who the man was.

Velora sat next to Tommy on the plane. He had asked her to set aside three particular weeks in September. Vel agreed as long as he didn’t have a flash mob or a minister to marry them at an airport. He defended himself by telling her she may be the one to take them to a drive through wedding chapel if she can find one, just to save some time and money. Her head found Tommy’s shoulder, nuzzling into the crook of his neck. She felt safe and terrified. She hadn’t had a chance to speak with him before leaving the country, well maybe she did, but she got cold feet, she was also nervous. It was happy news, but more than anything, she didn’t want to stop working. She knew Tommy would insist on her not working or at the very least, going on light duty, a compromise. Not a bad one if she was being honest. The flight was nearly thirteen hours, Tommy had done this by himself? There were points when they did move around and chat about what their actual wedding plans would be. Something small at the courthouse with immediate family and a reception at their house in the backyard, unsure of where they were going for their honeymoon, it was decided they could figure that one out later. Holding Tommy’s hand as the plane finally started its descent, Velora resolved to tell him one way or another.

The emerald grass crunched under their boots as they walked gingerly in the forest behind the cabin they were staying in. It was cozy and Tommy smiled to himself that Vel was indeed holding onto his arm for any warmth she could gather. He surprised her with the destination of Ireland, but he wanted to show her it’s beauty that he had seen on a much more somber trip. His fiance had been the first person he thought to bring here besides his brother and niece. They were on their way back from the same rocky outcrop that he spread the ashes over some months ago. Velora held his hand as he teared at the memory, glad that she was here with him this time and for every journey the pair would take after. Velora stopped and Tommy did as well, wondering why she had stopped walking.

“We’re almost there Sweet Pea. We can warm up and drink hot chocolate. Might even go out and try some brennivin. One glass though, it will knock you on your ass, almost got me.” He was trying to lighten the mood after this visit to the site. Vel shook her head and it made him confused, she looked nervous.

“I-I have something to tell you. Honestly, I had to think about it and wrap my head around it, because normally it's never anything.” A strong gust blew through the trees whipping the leaves loudly to where the puzzled man saw her mouth move but didn’t hear. He made out, ‘we’re…’ What? All of her body language changed, like she was about to burst, whatever it was it was happy, so was it what he thought?

“Say again Vel, I can’t hear you.” He pointed to his ears but she lunged toward him and cupped his face, giving his lips a peck. The wind had started to calm but was tossing her ponytail in every direction. “Tell me what earned me that.” He grinned.

“We’re pregnant! You’re going to be a father Tommy!” Snot was starting to run down her nose and her eyes were squinted due to the air currents, a mess, but to Tommy it was the face of the mother of his child. The only face he needed to see until the baby was born. His outcry of joy was matched by the enthusiasm in which he picked up Velora and spun her around. She screamed for him to put her down, her laughter spurring him on, eventually he did and tugged her along to their cabin where they lit the fireplace.

Tommy insisted that they shower and she spread out on the bed so he can put his head to her belly. She assured her fiance that it was too early for that but no was not an option. As her nails lightly scratched his scalp, Tommy rubbed his head on his other half’s stomach, knowing that a new life was growing inside of her.

“Thank you Velora. You’ve given me so much over the years. Now you’re giving me a little Miller and a future too. I love you Sweet Pea.” Closing his eyes, he listened to Velora breathe, her hand was still in his hair but she had fallen asleep. With a light huff, his fingers ran up her arm and traced her jaw, ending on her soft lips. “I’ll tell you again when you wake up, Velora. Rest up honey, we’ve a long road ahead together.”

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If you could change or insert one aspect of the common pop culture picture most people have in their heads when they think about ATG what would it be?

I'm going to jump this in the queue because I can answer it swiftly, but also because I have TWO things that are personal pet peeves.

FIRST: That "historians" keep insisting Alexander and Hephaistion were "just good friends" in the face of obvious evidence to the contrary.

SECOND: Alexander called Hephaistion his Patroklos (to his own Achilles), and they used this comparison frequently throughout their lives.

So, let’s take on the “Fake News,” shall we?

The notion that "historians" keep insisting Alexander and Hephaistion were "just good friends" in the face of what would seem clear evidence to the contrary is over 50 fucking years out of date.

Are there “historians” out there who say that? Sure. But they tend to come in two flavors: 1) people who aren’t specialists, Hellenists, or even historians,⸸ or 2) Greeks.* Since Badian, Green, Hamilton, and Schachermeyer (et al.) took over Macedonian/Alexander studies mid-century, few specialists claimed Alexander and Hephaistion couldn’t have been lovers, or Alexander couldn’t have been attracted to men. Even Hammond cagily acknowledged it.

Yet—TBH—I don't think those who repost that meme really care. They just want a convenient strawman/whipping horse to make them sound "smarter than the experts."

You don't. You sound as if you haven't read much about Alexander since about 1975. Historians who have died of old age by now said Alexander and Hephaistion were probably lovers.

But that raises another problem: the implication that anybody who might argue they aren't lovers must be an old, white homophobic dude. Again, this is wrong.

The current discussion centers more on source problems, and separates Alexander having male lovers from Alexander and Hephaistion being lovers themselves (not the same thing, actually). Those making the best argument for caution are young, very much not homophobic (but absolutely brilliant) women (e.g., Sabine Müller). Follow the link to see a picture of Sabine, if you don’t believe me. I don't agree with her, but you can't shoot down her argument by screaming "Homophobe!" at the top of your lungs. The points she raises are all good ones and any responsible (and smart) historian will take them seriously.

As for the Alexander-Achilles/Hephaistion-Patroklos pastiche… yeah, sorry, no.

I realize this torques off folks, as it’s become a mainstay of queer culture surrounding Alexander as a gay icon and owes more than a little to Miller’s The Song of Achilles.

Busting it probably makes me sound like a Grinch.

BUT…the facts just don't support it. Yes, Alexander compared himself to Achilles--but not as much as to Herakles and Dionysos. Not even close.

How do I know? I COUNTED THEM. Facts ... not impressions.

After all, looking closely at what the sources (not impressions) actually say about Hephaistion is how I came to the conclusion the man was a lot more important than heretofore recognized. 😉

Again, as I’ve said elsewhere, Alexander did compare himself to Achilles. That’s not in dispute … it just wasn’t as frequent or common as modern fans like to pretend. And Hephaistion was compared to Patroklos only twice. There’s also a problem with WHO made those comparisons: chiefly Arrian. Again, I’ve talked about this elsewhere, so won’t go over it again.

Yes, I made the comparison myself in Dancing with the Lion: Becoming. But it concerned one circumstance near that book’s end (not giving spoilers), and isn’t something they harped on otherwise. That mirrors how it appears in our sources: it’s limited, and situational.

“Patroklos” was not Hephaistion’s nickname. Wish folks would stop claiming it was.

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⸸ Just because somebody is tagged “historian” on a History Channel special—or his own private blog—doesn’t mean they actually have a PhD, or even a Master’s, much less one in ancient history, Classics, Classical archaeology, or ancient art history. The number of idiots on Tik-tok yapping about how Alexander thought this or did that—and clearly know jack shit—routinely stuns me…even while it doesn’t. Dunning-Kruger Effect all over the damn place.

* Greeks must often work within the confines of official narratives in order to secure jobs and funding, which can limit what they say on certain topics, from who’s buried in “Philip’s Tomb,” to the Greekness of the ancient Macedonians, to any possible homosexual “taint” staining Alexander’s greatness. This may swim against the current of academic discourse outside Greece, even by other Greeks. The Greek Ministry of Culture and Sport has softened on some of these topics in recent years, especially as LGBTQIA rights have gained better traction in Greece.

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howtofightwrite · 9 months

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How big would an army of conscripts, armed with Dragunov pattern marksman rifles and iron sights, with between 1 and 3 magazines each, a radio headset that allows them to take orders on a platoon level (50 troops to be specific), and a single platoon artilleryman armed with an RPG-7 with 5 rockets, with assistance from a Mitsubishi Type 89 IFV (35mm autocannon, 7,62mm M240 pattern coaxial machine gun, tracked) and an aerial command/reconnaisance/attack/close air support aircraft, need to be to deal with an army of 1000 heavy pikemen, 50 elite knights, 200 heavy cavalry, 100 light cavalry and 200 longbowmen? The pikemen are armed with a pike and wear breastplates, pauldrons, gauntlets, a helm and chainmail. The heavy cavalry are armed with a heavy lance, a sword, cuirass and helm. Longbowmen use English yew bows and wear gambesons and a chainmail on the head. Light cavalry are armed with a spear, a short bow, and a small sword. The elite knights are armed with a heavy lance and a sword, and armoured in a full body suit of plate and horse barding, and they will move with the heavy cavalry.

Okay, so, for the record, you're not really supposed to use an SVD's iron sights. (SVD is short for “Dragunov Sniper Rifle,” so, these are formally called, “sniper rifles,” rather than just DMRs.) They were (supposed to be) issued with PSO-1 scopes. This can be a little amusing, because once you know what a PSO-1's range finder looks like, it's absolutely unmistakable, and you will see films and TV shows use them on other scopes. I bring this up, because the SVD has an effective range over 600 meters. (Specifications say it's good to almost 1.3km, but, that's very hopeful.)

However, with optics, those SVDs are going to massive out range any archer.

Your infantry have somewhere between 1k-3k packed rounds. So, if they were the only participants, they would need to be a little careful about ammo conservation. But, when you start factoring in the IFV, it doesn't matter.

This scenario isn't extraordinarily different from early battles in WWI. Where cavalry and infantry charged entrenched heavy machine gun fire, and were annihilated.

This is also a moment when the whole, “elite knight,” bit really doesn't matter. You have a minor noble, who spent almost their entire life training to be a better melee combatant. You put them in the best armor you've ever seen. And, then a bullet fired from a mass-produced sniper rifle, designed to be easily fabricated by anyone with a basic machine shop, and simple enough to be maintained by a barely literate conscript will drop them in less time than it takes to read this paragraph, before the knight even knows that someone is aiming at them.

I will say, this is a little bit of a weird combination, the Type 89 IFV, is a Japanese vehicle. The JSDF (to the best of my knowledge) has never used SVDs. These days, I think their DMR is the H&K 417. Until a few years ago, their primary infantry rifle was the Howa Type 89, which is basically a redesigned AR-18. Prior to that, they used the Howa Type 64, which was a 7.62mm battle rifle. (As far as I know, the Type 64 was domestically designed.)

The Russian/Soviet equivalent to the Type 89 IFV would be the BTR-80. As with the SVD, because it's a Romanized translation, BTR stands for, “armored carrier.” Somewhat obviously, these don't work particularly well if they're not maintained, or if the motor pool Sargent is stripping them for spare parts and siphoning gas to sell on the black market, because the government hasn't paid any of you in six months, but it's still going to have a fairly similar effect on those elite knights from the 11thcentury.

The 50 SVD rifles is weird. Full stop. It's a specialist weapon, not a general infantry weapon. In a situation like that, you'd expect to see conscripts armed with AKMs or AK74s, maybe a few SVDs and RPKs.

Now, if you were looking at a contemporary NATO unit from the 60s or 70s, then, yes, you would likely see battle rifles like the M14, FN FAL, or H&K G3. And, when you're describing using an SVD's iron sights, that's more how you have used one of those cold war era battle rifles. Also, while those rifles do have automatic settings, they're intended for semi-automatic fire.

If you're wondering why I'm not even addressing things like the areal support or the RPG, it's because they really don't matter that much. Areal reconnaissance means never having to wonder where the enemy forces are, but basically anything on this list except the RPG, could probably deal with all of the enemy forces on their own. Stacking them together would be absolutely devastating.

I'm not 100% sure, but I think you could use pretty much any modern IFV as a one-size-fits-all siege breaker if they're dealing with medieval forces.

When you're looking at modern military forces time traveling into the past, the biggest logistical issue is long term depletion of supplies. There isn't really a question of, “who's going to win? A guy with a rifle that's effective at a range of over a 1km, or 10 guys with pointy sticks. The issue is what happens in six months, or a year, when there's only three or four rounds left for that rifle on the planet, and, there won't be any more for another six hundred years.

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mimisempai · 8 months

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I know your kindness

Summary

When Crowley wakes up in the morning, he does not expect to be the object of such solicitude from Aziraphale. A little chat with Maggie makes him realize that sometimes it's good to accept being thanked for your kindness.

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Where Aziraphale finally gets to say thank you...

On Ao3

Rating G - 1817 words

When Crowley awoke, he found that Aziraphale was already up. He wasn't surprised, since Aziraphale was an early riser, while Crowley was the opposite.

He stretched before deciding to get up. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he spotted his clothes and was surprised to see them perfectly folded on a chair, everything that made up his outfit neatly arranged.

After getting dressed, he went downstairs to find a steaming cup of coffee waiting for him on the table, even though he could see that Aziraphale wasn't in the bookshop. Next to the cup was a note written in the angel's elegant handwriting.

My dear Crowley,

A salesman contacted me this morning and I decided to take Muriel with me to show them another side of what I do here. I think we'll be home sometime this afternoon.

Don't forget you promised Maggie you'd visit her as she needs your services.

Yours.

Aziraphale.

Crowley was pleased to see that the daily newspaper was on the other side of the cup.

Aziraphale was thoughtful. Crowley already knew that. But that didn't stop him from being surprised by all the little gestures he had encountered this morning. He flipped through the paper while sipping his coffee, and when he'd finished, he stood and picked up his glasses, which were resting in their place on the small horse-shaped statue.

Out of habit, he was about to clean them, but found that they were already perfectly clean. He remembered a small smudge that had been there the day before, and that it was gone this morning.

Aziraphale's care again.

He left the bookshop and headed for Maggie's. As soon as he reached the record store, the blonde woman came up and greeted him, "Oh, Crowley, I'm glad you came. I... here's uh... a buyer wants to buy 5 record collections from me, and the problem is that if I have to have them delivered or take the train..."

"I'll take you." Crowley cut her off.

Maggie was quick to thank him, and a few moments later they were loading the Bentley with boxes of records, and as he closed the trunk of the car he noticed that it was spotlessly clean, and when he opened the door it was the same inside.

Once they were on the road, he was lost in thought, unable to stop thinking about all the angel's kind attentions he'd noticed since he'd woken up.

"Crowley?"

Maggie's voice snapped him out of his thoughts and he hummed in response.

"Did I do something wrong to you?"

"What?"

The blonde woman continued, "Because it's been half an hour since we left town and you're not talking to me."

Crowley replied, "I've just been lost in thought."

Maggie, looking a little dubious, nodded.

Crowley gave her a sideways glance, then said casually, "Maggie, you and Nina seem to be relationship specialists. So let's say someone who is already very caring towards you shows you even more caring than usual by doing little things like, uh, I don't know, making your coffee, cleaning your glasses... that sort of thing."

Maggie seemed to think for a moment, then replied, "Well, the first reason I can think of is that they must love you very much. But as you seem to be saying, they're already a particularly thoughtful person, so it's either forgiveness or thanks."

Crowley muttered, "He has nothing to be forgiven for..."

Maggie, overhearing, replied, "Then it's to thank you. Probably because you're nice or you did something nice."

Crowley chuckled, "I'm not nice. Anyway, we're not talking about me."

Maggie nodded knowingly, "If you say so. It's amazing how similar you and Nina are. You both try so hard not to let anyone see who you really are. But you know, Crowley, I have a revelation for you. The ones who love you know who you really are. So no matter how hard you try to hide it, we know. That's why we sometimes resort to little tricks to thank you. You don't want our thanks, so we find another way to give them."

She paused and pointed to a house at the end of the street, "It's that way. We've arrived."

Crowley parked in front of the indicated house and when he started to get out to help Maggie get the boxes of records out, she stopped him, "It's okay, wait for me here, I'll be fifteen minutes."

Crowley nodded.

He couldn't stop thinking about what Maggie had just said. All the times he'd refused Aziraphale's gratitude under various pretenses.

"Well, you're lucky I was in the area."

The angel, his hands still bound by handcuffs, replied with a scowl, "I suppose I am. Why are you here?"

Crowley replied nonchalantly, "My lot sent me a commendation for outstanding job performance."

Aziraphale, offended, retorted, "So all this is your demonic work?"

Crowley immediately replied, "No. The humans thought it up themselves. Nothing to do with me."

Then he simply snapped his fingers and the handcuffs opened and fell to the floor.

Aziraphale rubbed his wrists and said, "Well, I suppose I should thank you for the, uh, rescue."

Crowley stood and said aggressively through clenched teeth, "Don't say that," then, standing in front of the angel, he continued, "If my people hear I rescued an angel, I'll be the one in trouble. And my lot do not send rude notes."

Aziraphale replied, "Well, I'm very grateful. What if I buy you lunch?"

A knock on the car window snapped him out of his thoughts.

He saw that Maggie had returned as she got into the car and they drove home. The woman, probably sensing his need for silence, said nothing and smiled softly.

"Where are you?"

The demon, still under the effects of the laudanum, staggered and looked around for Aziraphale. The angel reached out and grabbed him, making him turn around, "I'm here. I'm here."

Then, holding him under his arm, he said softly, "That was very kind of you, Crowley. You saved that young woman."

Crowley pushed him away and said in a slightly aggressive voice, pointing his finger at the angel, "Not kind! Off my head on laudanum. Not responsible for my actions."

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As they stood in the ruins of the blown-up church, Aziraphale took off his hat and said gently to Crowley, "That was very kind of you."

The demon immediately replied, "Shut up."

Aziraphale insisted, "Well, it was. No paperwork, for a start." then suddenly, he exclaimed in horror, "Oh, the books. Oh, I forgot all the books! Oh, they'll all be blown to... "

Crowley bent down, snatched a bag from the hands of one of the nazis under the rubble and handed it to him. It was the angel's book bag.

He said softly, "Little demonic miracle of my own."

Then, without noticing the angel's look of amazement, he added as he walked away, "Lift home?"

Moments later, as the Bentley sped through the burning streets, Aziraphale turned to Crowley and said softly, "You know... that was a very nice thing you did for me."

The demon turned his head toward him and replied, just as he had the first time, "Shut up."

Aziraphale, always insistent, replied, "There must be something I can do for you in return."

The demon didn't take his eyes off the road and said, "Forget it, will you?"

*********

As gunfire replaced paintball outside, Aziraphale approached the demon and said softly, "You know, Crowley, I've always said that deep down, you really are quite a nice..."

He was interrupted by the demon, who grabbed him by the collar of his coat and pinned him against the wall, almost spitting in his face, "Shut it! I'm a demon. I'm not nice. 'm never nice. Nice is a four-letter word.I will not have-"

Lost in thought, he was unaware that they had arrived.

Maggie turned to him and said softly, "You know, Crowley, it always comes back to what Nina and I told you that day. You need to talk. You just have to ask him."

Then she put her hand on his arm and continued, "Anyway, thank you for today, you didn't have to, but you did me this favor. Thank you for your kindness."

Crowley was about to protest when she just raised an eyebrow, so he sighed and replied, "You're welcome."

As she got out of the car, she said as gently as ever, "See, this is how easy it is."

A few moments later, Crowley entered the bookshop and was immediately greeted by Aziraphale who walked up to him, kissed him on the cheek and said softly, "Hello, my dear, how did it go with Maggie?"

As he asked this, the angel removed Crowley's glasses and placed them on the horse-shaped statue.

Crowley told him about his little journey, and when he was finished, the angel remarked, "Anyway, it's very kind of you to do this for Maggie."

Aziraphale paused, as if expecting the demon's usual denial. But instead, Crowley asked him, "Does it bother you that I never let you thank me or tell me I am nice?"

As they talked, they came to the sofa where they sat down together, and turning to him, Aziraphale replied quietly, "Only because every time, it makes me feel like you think you don't deserve it."

Crowley asked, "And all those little gestures today? Was that to thank me, too?"

Aziraphale gently put his hand on the demon's knee and replied, "For that, and also because sometimes small attentions are more proof of love than grand gestures. Like removing a paint stain from a coat, or salvaging books from the ruins of an explosion."

"I get it," the demon murmured.

Aziraphale tenderly touched the demon's cheek and asked, "Would you let me thank you?"

Crowley nodded slowly and Aziraphale leaned toward him before gently pressing his lips to the demon's right cheek and whispering, "Thank you for rescuing me from my cell in the Bastille," then kissing the other cheek, he whispered, "Thank you for saving my books."

He then kissed Crowley's left eyelid and whispered, "Thank you for getting the stain off my jacket."

He did the same with the left eyelid and whispered, "Thank you for coming to my rescue every time I called or not."

Then, cupping the demon's face between his hands, Aziraphale looked into his eyes and said, "You are kind, Crowley, and you deserve to be thanked for all your kindness."

He pressed his mouth gently to Crowley's, pouring into his kiss all the gratitude and love he felt for his kind demon.

When he pulled away, Crowley wrapped his arms around him and held him close. Then, his mouth in his hair, he whispered, "You're welcome."

Against him, Aziraphale sighed in contentment, happy that for once the demon had simply accepted the gratitude he deserved.

Because he deserved it.

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Still not beta'd

Still not my native language

Still hoping you'll enjoy this story 🥰

Still thanking you for bearing with me 😝

Ineffable Growing Love series : here (After season 2)

Ineffable Husbands masterlist : here (Before season 2)

#good omens #aziracrow #ineffable husbands #ineffable boyfriends #aziraphale #crowley #good omens fanfiction #aziraphale x crowley #crowley x aziraphale #GOS2Spoilers

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ask-a-vetblr · 8 months

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How often do you find yourself consulted as a second opinion for a case? And how often does that result in you giving a different opinion than the first vet gave?

Sueanoi here,

Considering that I am an ophthalmology-focused vet (Unable to call myself a "specialist" due to technicalities.), about 20% of my cases are referred from general vet, and about 10% are without the primary vet's acknowledgement (AKA they weren't referred but the owner decided on their own to come see me). The rest of them started with me.

Most of the times, the initial care was correct, but the disease was progressing to where they would need specialized tests and adjust the medication (or recommend surgery). This is not due to negligence, even if they started with me, the care plan would look similar to what they came with. Which means the decision to refer was correct.

Some of the time, the primary care was incorrect, but it is due to lack of specialized tools to recognize the nuances of the issue, and they made an educated guess based on statistics (See hoof print? Think horse, not zebra. You will be 99% correct.). Unfortunately, sometimes the animal was having an issue that are not so common (it actually was zebra. Wow, 1% SSR rank gashapon surprise!). Which means the decision to refer was correct, again.

It is very rare that the initial care was incorrect from the start. Perhaps like, 1-2 cases during my entire career. Actually, I see this type of issue happen due to the poor client compliance (for example, owner bought medicine without bringing the animal to their primary vet, then complain that the vet guessed wrong).

Another very rare case would be when the case was already under a specialist care (My teacher's, for example), but decided to follow up with me instead because it's more convenient. In this case I usually will communicate with the specialist who was taking care of them for continued advise. There are times that I would send back too, if it looked like it was getting out of hand.

And a few times that client would come to see me to "recheck" if their general vet was giving the correct care plan without being referred. And for those times all of them so far, the general vet was correct and the animal was healing nicely.

There is this one time, one single time, that a client came to me as a FIFTH opinion. And I looked at their previous care plan, and agreed with them all, but the client wasn't happy with how long it took. In the end they went for a sixth and I never see them again.

All in all, if you feel like you want a second opinion for whatever reason at all, it is always okay to do so. Please communicate with the primary vet for a referral letter, so the progress would be smooth. Ideally, you want the second opinion to be a specialized vet for your pet's specific issue, not another general vet. Don't go for 6+ vets. That's too many. It would interrupt care plans and make it heal even slower than before.

I hope this helps

#veterinary referral #second opinion

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bengiyo · 9 months

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Be Mine Superstar Ep 5 Stray Thoughts

Last week, Punn began getting closer to Ashi with Muang's help, but I couldn't help but notice that other than being attentive to Ashi and being a good motorcycle driver that Punn doesn't have other skills like cooking or cleaning. I worry that he won't have much to show for himself when the weight of public scrutiny is turned on him for being close to a favorite actor. Either way, Ashi is clearly into him and is now showing up at his house to find him.

Ashi just seems thoughtful.

First My Tooth Your Love, and now this. So excited about more horses in BL

They really went to this doctor for a second opinion. Is he even a specialist for this?

Wan is right to be concerned about the optics of Punn taking care of Ashi.

I don't know how serious Muang is, but I would also meddle if I was in his position.

I really like this fuchsia color on Ja.

Interesting that Muang brought up that Ashi is a virgin. That's counter to Punn's fantasy.

This boy is reading Romeo and Juliet. Sir, that is a tragedy!

Ashi said, "There's only one bed."

Oh no. They have kicked each other into a pratfall.

Ashi is not this helpless. He is toying with this boy.

Of course Wan suggests Muang just hook up with the doctor again.

I'm not sure how to read that last scene with the other manager and Director Tanada. That felt really sus.

Ashi is genuinely amused by how bad at house chores Punn is, but is also clearly charmed by his earnestness.

Why is Ashi sleeping on the other side of the bed now? Is this verse signalling??

Punn better blow him on screen if they're gonna tease me like this.

I was worried this was going to be a sex work thing. I know that people in decision making positions can demand favors, but goddamn this is still gross.

Welcome back, Ben Brasier.

I've been watching with @so-much-yet-to-learn and we have given up on keeping a tally of how many falls occur in this show. I'm enjoying how low the drama of this has felt, even if things took an uncomfortable turn here with the director.

#be mine superstar #thai bl #bl series #Ben watches

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Exhuma

Jang Jae-hyun

4.5/5

Suspense, supernatural, mystery, Korean culture, history, geopolitics, WWII, horror

An intense and visceral movie about a team of afterlife specialists — two shamans, a geomancer (feng shui specialist) and a mortician — exhuming a cursed grave with a plot that goes all the way back to World War II, and addressing the legacy of wartime horrors wrecked onto the Korean peninsula and its people since.

This movie is extremely well-paced, without meandering dialogues or over-exposed emotions disturbing the unfolding mystery — from a generational curse in a wealthy Americanized Korean family to a vertically buried coffin, to a historical plot during the Japanese occupation, where the imperialist's shamans cursed the Korean land with a "nail" to break the country into two.

The horror in this movie comes not from jump scares, but from the cinematography of contrasted, atmospheric discomfort, as well as the capacity for evil found within human hearts — that it wasn't just the invading imperialists to blame, but also the traitors who aided them by betraying their own country and brethren.

And yet the awfulness from all that never quite persists, for the movie believes just as strongly in goodness and excising evil. The team cares genuinely for each other, and each possesses the nobility to do something greater than, and at the risk of their own lives. Through shoveling dirt, through pig and horse blood, through possession and hysteria, hope is also waiting to be unearthed.

This is a poignant and contemporary film with a very clear message from beginning all the way to the end.

#k movie #film review #exhuma #pamyo #movie review #kim go eun #lee do hyun

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𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔬𝔩𝔣 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔩𝔞𝔪𝔟

Note: I have no idea what I was doing here. :D Maybe I'll write a second part, I'm undecided. Let me know what you think of it :)

Words: about 5447

Pairing: TLK x F!Reader x Ramsay

Summary: You are a warrior, you forgot how you ended up with Lord Uhtred, suddenly he was there and you followed him. However, your task was not only to fight, but also to heal wounds, listen to people, deliver messages and much more. You were an important part of the small group of Uhtred and you were there to protect the King of Cumberland.

"They attacked in the night, lured him to the stable. I wonder how he could fall for that" You were on your way again, the king's monks on horseback in front of you and at the very head of the crowd Uhtred and King Guthred.

"It was definitely a mistake on his part. I told you as soon as those men came that they weren't there to protect the king, was I?" You looked at Ramsay and nodded, he was a specialist in one thing, he recognized dangers when they were right in front of him. That day, you asked him to speak to Uhtred, but the two were not on good terms.

- I don't serve him - he had said and never left you alone from the day the men came. When you told Uhtred, Ramsay's concern, all he said was - We need every man - and then the subject was closed. You looked at Ramsay, who had fallen silent and was looking at his horse's ears.

"Tell me," you said in a calm voice, although you were excited and eager to find out what had happened, because that evening you were with Gisela, who had gathered a small circle of women around her and was exploring the city. You weren't really keen on that, but escorted her so that nothing happened to her.

"My Lady?" asked Ramsay, who was riding next to you. "I want to know how you got there and what happened and why he's there?" you asked and turned around briefly, Ramsay did the same and let out a derisive sigh.

Beside a cart was a prisoner, he looked exhausted, but he kept pace with the carts and never let a word escape his lips. You briefly remember Ramsay, who was once just as tied up and complained to you loudly. "Him? Such a bad decision as well" he turned back, before you turn, the prisoner looked up, your eyes meeting for a second.

"And?" you urge him to keep talking. "I just wanted something to drink when I saw Uhtred walking away alone. I asked his friends and this nun what happened, but no one knew what. You know me..." he said and briefly raised his Eyebrows.

"I just told them everything I was thinking, and at some point they probably felt it would be better if we checked. I killed two men that night and when I was about to kill that one" he pointed over his shoulder, "Uhtred yelled that we should let one live, and he chose him" he shook his head.

"So you did what he said?" you asked curiously, but Ramsay made a face, "I wanted to kill him anyway, but that guy there... wouldn't let me" he pointed to where Uhtred's friend was riding, and you started to grin. "What's his name?" you asked, looking back at the prisoner, his eyes on you as if he had been watching you the whole time. Ramsay shrugged. "I don't know, I don't care either"

---

In the evening you had reached another village, the residents were not willing to share their houses with everyone, so only the appointed king and his sister, as well as all the priests, nuns got a place in a house. So many tents were set up, a large one where Uhtred and the king conferred, yours smaller, but enough space for bed and table, was not far from the large one, the marketplace was soon full of small and large tents.

On the city wall in front of your tent, not far away, sat the prisoner by the wall. His hands already white because the rope was tied so tightly around his hands and he was tied to a ring on the wall that horses were normally tied to. Dirt and horse droppings all around him.

You still hadn't heard him speak, but Ramsay told you that he kept asking about Uhtred and wanted to speak to him. From your entrance to the tent you got a good look at him and watch him for a while, he just sat there with his hands tied at his crotch, he didn't speak, he didn't move, but he made himself small as one of the guards of the king, or rather of the monks and priests, came close to insult or kick him again.

But he didn't complain. Amazing, you thought, as you thought of Ramsay, who kept giving Uhtred's guard reason to kick him, hurling insults and threatening the dead to those who looked at him.

"My Lady" came from Ramsay, standing in front of you as if by magic. "Uhtred wants to talk to you" he said, and you looked at him in surprise. Uhtred avoided speaking to Ramsay. The day he offered you his sword, it was said that you and you alone are responsible for him.

Since that day the monks hated you, they wanted Ramsay's head for the many insults to their god, the spitting on dead monks and the contempt he showed them. Fear flooded you that day because you knew Ramsay was capable of anything, but he made it easy for you and you had no idea why he was so loyal to you. "What does he want?" you ask quietly, looking back at the prisoner.

"I don't know, maybe a round of cuddles?" You roll your eyes at Ramsay's smirk, then he appraised what you've been staring at "Do you want me to kill him?" he just asked coldly, "No" - "But then he and I will be through with it", You sigh.

"You're not doing anything, that's an order" he looked at you in shock, it was an act, you could see it so clearly, like a man pretending to pray, but he was there because of the nuns to charm them. "Nothing? Nothing at all?" he put a hand on his chest and exhaled indignantly, "Okay... find out who that bastard is" He looked at his target and nodded.

You left him alone and set off, passing the prisoners along the way. You decided to walk closer than was actually necessary. The prisoner's eyes rested on you from afar. The man sitting on a stool and charged with keeping an eye on him got up and stood in your way. "What do you want?" he asked derisively. It was wide and tall, it reminded you of a closet.

Stepping sideways, you let your eyes roam over the prisoner, he was thin, pale, his lips dry and cracked leading you to believe he wasn't getting water, his eyes were asking you something, but you couldn't make out what. Your eyes caught all of this before your vision was obscured by the broad man. "Move on, girl. Nothing for you to see here." You let out a disdainful exhalation.

"You should feed your prisoner" - "Why should I, he's only here for one reason, and that's to die as soon as possible" your eyebrows rose, and you shake your head as you set off, "My Lady ?" came a soft voice, you turn around and saw the man hitting the prisoner "Shut up" came the man loud and angry. It was time to talk to Uhtred.

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You found Uhtred in the big tent, with the king and his priests. "Lord" it came from you loudly and firmly, because everyone was talking excitedly and only willingly they stopped and looked at you. You had to hold back your laughter every time you saw the face of Abbot Eadred who hated you for saving Ramsay.

"You wanted to talk to me, Lord," you say, and see Uhtred nod. "Wait outside I'll be right there" Now you nodded and did what he said. But as it had already entered your head when you heard this sentence, it lasted a long time, and you wished for nothing more than your thick, soft blankets and rest, it was getting darker and darker and so it was also getting cooler.

You rubbed your hands together and heard the angry voices in the tent. But you didn't want to disturb them again, so you just hoped for a speedy redemption. You looked across the marketplace and saw Ramsay standing by the prisoners, but it was too far away to see his face or hear what the rascal was doing. The big man was arguing with his arms and head and the prisoner looked from one to the other, it seemed like he was grinning, but you weren't sure.

And then what you had imagined happened, Ramsay was pushed, didn't put up with it and soon a scuffle ensued. You close your eyes and squeeze them tighter, but when you open them again, Ramsay was almost by you.

His lip was bleeding, and he wiped it with his glove. How could it be over so quickly, you missed it, and you raised your hands questioningly, but he just started laughing. "That guy there is Leoandrik, Leo in short, is tall but has no ego, I just had to experience it myself" he laughed again and looked around at the tall man, who kicked the poor prisoner.

"He's a real asshole, the guy didn't do anything, he didn't even flinch, if I were him, I would have cheered" Now you're grinning, that was typical Ramsay. "My lady, you gave the order, I carried out, shall I kill him?" - "No, not necessary" you say, when Uhtred finally left the tent, Ramsay just nodded and left without another word.

"Keep an eye on him" came from Uhtred, who watched after him, "What should I do? Tie him to my leg, so he can't go anywhere alone?" Uhtred's eyes wandered to your "if need be"

You were about to say it wasn't necessary, but the words stuck in your throat as the king and priest walked past you. "We'll talk about it tomorrow," said the king, who grabbed Uhtred's shoulder and shook him before walking on. You didn't like them at all, but they hate you more. Uhtred waited as if he didn't want anyone to hear anything, only then did he speak.

"They want to kill the prisoner, probably because he's a Dane, or just because he's breathing, I think it's fear they have." You nod, they wanted to kill Ramsay as well, but maybe they were justified, you thought about who Ramsay would kill if you wanted to. "I want you to talk to him" - "With the priests?" you ask, surprised and about to say no immediately, but Uhtred shook his head "With the prisoner, find out who he is, where he really comes from, what his intentions are, everything" he paused

"And what he wants from me. I hear, all the time, his pleas, that he wants to talk to me." You liked that, it was exciting to find out something like that and somehow, you liked that you had something to do. "What about the guard?" you ask curiously, not knowing how to do it with that big man around him. "Tell him you have orders to take care of him. Have Ramsay stand by and scowl, or play with knives" you gave him a puzzled look.

Then he grinned, "It's my prisoner, say the order is from me, no one will forbid it" You nod, that was your task, questioning another prisoner, but it seemed easier to you, because this man wasn't like Ramsay, it was a difference between day and night. "What if the king objects?" you ask cautiously. "Let that be my concern, I'll talk to him, he has no opinion of his own, He's like a sheep that you push back and forth, unable to fight back"

Sheep? That was what you were looking for, the difference between the two, one the wolf, the other a sheep. You didn't think the prisoner was a wolf, he looked too shy for that. "What do you think?" you asked now and got a questioning expression from Uhtred, "Do you think he's dangerous?"

It took a while, then he shook his head, "That's why I chose him, he seems like someone who's lost. He wasn't like the others, I saw how they treated him, and he wasn't as eager to attack me as the others were about it." He put a hand on your shoulder, "I know you can recognize a good man," he said, wishing you good night.

You weren't so sure about that, Ramsay was still alive, and only because he gave you his sword for his life, but so far you haven't regretted it.

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The next day, with your orders from Uhtred, you decide to start. But first you look for Ramsay, one of the monks said letters had arrived.

And you hoped that you would get messages, mostly he took the letters. You were not a famous woman, nor very rich, but you had a small farm that you loved and where your family live.

You found him in the tavern holding an open parchment.

"Ramsay" you nod as he looks up "My lady, not great news, your homestead is still standing, people are trying to bring in income. But…" He looked at the letter again, "Church members are gathering and asking if you ever return home"

It was typical of them that when they saw some land to get rich on, they took the slightest impulse to grab it. But you didn't worry too much because your brother was in charge when you weren't there. She would hope in vain to get the land.

"Always the same with those bastards," you said softly, because many of the priests had gathered here in the morning. Again you nodded and wanted to leave, "What are you doing now, my lady?" asked Ramsay, who had stood up and was putting the letter in his pocket. "Take care of the prisoner".

This time it was Ramsay who nodded, "Maybe you should think about doing it quickly" he had only been here to annoy the priest with his presence. But he didn't follow, he grinned cheekily and sat down again. You get some herbs from the village healer and give her a piece of silver in return.

In your tent you found the other materials you need, bowl, cloths, a tincture for small wounds. What else did you need? "This prisoner shall not be your concern" you recognized that he was a monk by the raised voice and this touch of politeness, you didn't even have to turn around for that.

"Uhtred gave me the order and I will carry it out. Besides, it's his prisoner, you only made it your mission to watch over him." The man groaned, and you turned around abruptly, the dagger in his hands falling to the ground, blood poured from his open mouth as he fell to the ground. And Ramsay appeared behind him, a bloody knife in his hand.

"I knew it, but...." he wiped his weapon clean on the monk's cloak. You looked at the dead man's wide open eyes in shock. "Ramsay!" - "Don't worry, I'll take care of you, I've been keeping an eye on the weasel the whole time. I knew that he was up to something when he followed you out of the traverse to the healer, by the way he already drew his dagger there, but thought better of it. Until here..."

You couldn't believe it, you knew that the priests and monks hated you as well as the king's apt, but that? But the only thing you could say was "You killed him, that'll never be…they'll figure it out" He smiled evilly and shook his head "Let me do it" He tapped his temple "I've got a plan. And besides... he's not a priest, he's a Dane they hired."

Suddenly you knew that Ramsay was to be taken with a grain of salt, not only was he cunning he had eyes and ears everywhere, but he probably saved your life. "Ah, Ah, don't say anything and as for the prisoner, you should tell Uhtred to kill him immediately." You narrow your eyes and shake your head.

You had no idea why he wanted to get rid of the prisoner so quickly, but he didn't seem to think about it for a minute, since he was himself standing in his place.

He clearly didn't look happy with your answer, but nodded that he understood. You walked towards him "I can't protect you if this gets out" you spoke softly, and again he nodded "It won't get out" he was so sure of it that you just said "Get him away"

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On the way to the prisoner, who again looked at you from afar with his big round eyes. It sent shivers down your spine, knowing you couldn't tell Uhtred about what had happened.

The priests tried to kill you, every step you took was watched by them, you didn't know why this country was full of them, no matter where you went, you met monks and priests and behind each of them you had to look for dangers eighth, they were the real danger of this country, not the Danes.

You sigh as the big man named Leo stood up and stood in front of you menacingly. "I have orders to take care of the prisoner, the order comes from Uhtred" you said and saw the prisoner rocking back and forth excitedly. "And I have orders to watch over him and let no one near him, orders of the king"

Rather the monks, you thought briefly, and wanted to pass him, but he pushed you back with one hand. "Leave her alone" said the tied man and lay hard on the ropes. Leo looked at him menacingly.

"Hurt him, and I'll notify Lord Uhtred, and he'll tell the king. And he listens to him, so let me do my job, I don't want to sit here in horse shit and talk to an unimportant man either."

Your words were so harsh that Leo took a step away from you, you were amazed that your words had such an impact, but Leo looked past you and you turned around. The Apt stood behind you "Nice to see you so… alive" he said sneakily, you could hear that he was angry about the failed ambush.

He didn't hide it, it annoyed you, but you didn't show it. "I have…." - "I know, let her do her work…" he said angrily to Leo "And make sure she doesn't do anything stupid", those were his last words before he gave you another glared and disappeared.

Leo had bowed like the apt would be a king, but he left you alone. You went to the prisoner, and he looked at you expectantly, but you had to disappoint him. You took his chin in your hand and examined his chapped lips. "Are you thirsty?" you asked, and he nodded.

"Hungry?" you ask when Leo intervened "He doesn't get anything, he's doomed to die anyway, the negotiations will show today" You roll your eyes "I don't care, he's human and only that, I see" - "This is a waste of resources", said Leo, "Then he gets mine" the prisoner smiled at you.

"Then you are stupid" was all that came from the big man. You looked at his hands, which were very pale, you stroked his fingers "Do you notice that" - "No, my lady" You put your bag down next to him and crouched down, with both hands you tried to loosen the ropes a bit, but they were tied tight.

"Make them a little looser" you asked Leo, but he just snorted contemptuously. You looked around to see if you saw anyone as Ramsay walked up the path, a satisfied expression on his face, he came as soon as you called his name, "You know about those knots?"

"What are you doing there?" Leo asked and grabbed your hand when Ramsay pulled on one of the ropes. The prisoner moved his hands and fingers to pump blood into them. "You should let her go, big man," Ramsay said, looking at Leo.

"I'll report that," he said when he released you. "Fine, if you're already on your way, then you should stay there." Ramsay didn't look at Leo but at Sihtric, who returned his gaze, and both had a fixed expression on their faces.

"I'm not going anywhere" Leo said and now Ramsay grinned and got up to look the man in the face. "And how do you want to report? If someone comes here, you will have forgotten everything again, your brain is not the best I heard."

Leo went into attack position, and before it escalated you had an idea, "Ramsay, get something to eat. And something to drink… lots" Ramsay looked from you to the man sitting next to you and hadn't taken his eyes off him. But he nodded.

He grinned invitingly at Leo again before walking past you and stopping, "Wine, ale or water?" - "Water" you said, drowning out the ale from the prisoner, who then looked at you and smiled. "Not that I don't begrudge you that, but I'm sure you haven't had a drink for a long time"

"Nothing since my imprisonment" Startled, you looked at Leo, who shrugged his shoulders. "Five days, I've seen men who lasted longer, and I offered him something" he pointed to a bucket and grinned. "Pee is not what a body needs to survive," you said sourly.

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You took care of the prisoner without a word. You didn't want him to think you were spying on him. His wounds weren't bad, a cut on his arm probably from Ramsay's dagger, a cut in his lip from the dryness. Some bruises.

Ramsay came with a large piece of fresh bread and a jug of water. Leo was causing trouble and snatching the bread from his hand, Leo and Ramsay had a scuffle, but Ramsay won and Leo was asked by one of the monks to come along. To your surprise, Ramsay followed them, but you didn't stop him.

Now you sat here, watching how the prisoner greedily drank down two cups that you put in his hands. "What's your name" - "Sihtric, My Lady" You're just trying to chat, most of the prisoners were ready to talk because they could finally talk to someone.

"Where are you from?" Your fingers ran over the large scar on his forehead and he stopped eating. "Dunholm" he looked you in the eyes, "I am the bastard of Kjartan. He gave me this scar" You nod, you know that many bastards get this scar so that one recognizes them. That was the custom of the Danes.

You got up and took the stool Leo used to sit on and placed it in front of Sihtric, slowly you sat down. "He…" he wanted to say something, but he just shakes his head. "Would you like something else?" you asked, nodding towards the jug. "Why are you so nice to me?" you raised an eyebrow, questioningly.

"No one was ever nice to me" You thought briefly about his words. Uhtred told you that he saw how the men treated him. "Your mother must be nice to you" he wanted to bite off the bread but let it sink "She died" - "I'm sorry, how? ", you asked cautiously, "Kjartan killed her when I was a boy, she was a slave" You noticed that he never - my father - said. "I can hardly remember her"

You nod, "It's okay to be sad" - "Yes, but I've learned to deal with it and not to show it" he looked at you seriously now and for a moment you thought back to Ramsay, talking to him was different, you didn't have that feeling protective of him, but Sihtric? You pondered Uhtred's words like a lamb. Sihtric was like a lamb.

He seemed nice, soft, and probably had a shitty life up until now, and now he's about to die. "Kjartan ordered you to join us with the men?" you asked now, He's probably figured out by now that you're not here to chat with him.

"I'll tell you anything you want, my lady. But promise me you'll ask Uhtred if he talks to me" - "Why does he want Uhtred dead? Why does he send you and not come himself" he laughed

"This army here is bigger than his, he's scared. He sent me because he can do without me. Maybe he's heard that I'm still alive and is sending someone to kill me. He wants Uhtred because he's stands in his way, he fears him. Him and his vengeance, and I have no pity on Kjartan"

You nod, "Please talk to him. Tell him I never wanted that attack. I didn't mean to kill him, kept my head down and was just fighting for my life. I want to serve him!"

His voice grew stronger with every word, after such a long silence it took a while for his voice to regain its normal strength. "My Lady?" he asked after a long silence, letting you think, but it seemed like he didn't want to wait any longer. "I'll try" you promised and got up. "My Lady!"

You turned to him. "Don't trust him," he said, his eyes narrowing. "Whom?" - "Ramsay" You looked at him thoughtfully, then he continued eating his bread. He wouldn't say anything more in response, not even when you asked what he knew about him. Not a word passed his lips.

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It took you three days to continue on your way, you had been looking after Sihtric for those three days, because Leo had disappeared without a trace. And the monks wanted to uncover his disappearance. You talked to Sihtric and the two of you soon got on well together.

"Sven is your brother?" - "Yes, but he and I never got on well" - "Why did you stay there?" - "I only had them, a man who serves no one is a lost man" your conversations went on into the night for you decided to bring him to your tent, there he sat on furs and talked about himself.

You spoke to Uhtred every time you knew something new, but still he wouldn't talk to him "There's time, I've managed to convince the king to take him with us until I know what to do with him" you nod "What do you think? Is he a sincere man?" you nod again. You let Sihtric know that he wasn't going to die anytime soon, and he seemed relieved about that.

Leo was found on the second day. He was lying in a ditch outside the village, covered in cuts. There were no clues as to who had done this to him, however, after another day Uhtred decided that it must have been robbers. You, on the other hand, could not shake the feeling that Ramsay must have had something to do with it. He denied it, but his broad grin made him seem incredulous.

Nobody asked about the assassin who wanted to kill you, and you decided not to ask Ramsay where he had left the body. You gave him orders like, watch the apt or find out what happened next, only for him not to be with Sihtric, the two of them always just looking at each other for a long time, as if one would attack the other immediately.

"Do you know Sihtric?" - "No My Lady, but he seems weak to me, he should not stay alive" - "That is not your decision. And you are alive too, was that perhaps a wrong decision?" you asked Ramsay one evening. "That's your decision," he said.

"We'll rest here," said Uhtred, pulling you out of your thoughts. He had told his friend Halig to look after Sihtric. Hild and you were gathering wood to make a campfire for the men. The king had sent some men out to hunt. The food always ran out so quickly, it always amazed you.

"I'll take this to the camp," she said, leaving you alone. "Can I help?" asked a familiar voice. "Of course Ramsay, take this to camp" you said, throwing the branches into his arms. "I get the feeling you're avoiding me, or don't want me to be with you".

"That's nonsense, it's just that the days have been very busy and each of us has had things to do" you said, lying of course, but what could you have said? I trust Sihtric, and he told me not to trust you? You didn't know why, but his words carried a lot of weight with you.

"Is there anything else I can do?" he asked as you placed more branches on his arms, you shook your head. He was about to turn around when there was a flurry of activity in the camp, and he looked at you questioningly. "Come with me," you said to him, and he dropped the wood and ran after you.

The crowd stood together, and you pressed forward, so you could see what was happening. Ramsay laughed as you both realized what was going on. Sihtric stood in front of the crowd, a sword to Halig's neck, he looked at you uncertainly as he spotted you in the crowd.

Uhtred just asked his name and Sihtric, said everything he had said to you. "He will die," Ramsay said when he saw the angry monks. There was a mess, the priests were for Sihtric's head, but Uhtred was against it. For Sihtric spoke the words you had heard from Ramsay. "My sword for my life"

He looked from Uhtred to you and was about to say something, but you just shook your head and he lowered his eyes. Uhtred asked him to drop the sword. You saw Sihtric hesitate, but he did. Tensely, you watched Uhtred and the priests, who began to grumble loudly as Uhtred welcomed Sihtric. You exhale in relief, but hear an indignant groan from Ramsay.

Halig picked up the sword angrily and asked "Do you have to shit or not?" he only got a grin from Sihtric and angrily he made off. Your eyes met, and you nodded to each other, now he was a free man serving a lord. His fortunes had turned.

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In the evening, you sat with Ramsay in your tent. "Bad decision," he muttered, "So far, Uhtred has done everything right, not everything, but a lot," you said, when Sihtric came into the tent, he nodded, "Ramsay" - "Sihtric" he just replied "I'll get something to eat" he said and left without looking at you, he rammed Sihtric with his shoulder. But he just grinned as his gaze wandered to you.

"So, you are now one of Uhtred's men" he nodded proudly, "Why? I mean, why did you want that so badly?" you asked, because you hadn't heard everything, many of the priests were standing around you, and they were so loud, that you hadn't noticed much.

"I don't belong to Kjartan and never will be. I want to serve a real lord, someone who is strong and wise," he explained to you, and you smile at his words. "But for a moment I thought… I was going to die"

"I thought so too" he swallows at your words. "You know he's going to kill Kjartan?" he nodded, "And I will help him no matter what" - "You can do it just like that?" again he nodded. "I'm glad you're with us" honest words on your part. He smiled. "I wanted to say thank you"

You looked at him questioningly, "Why?" - "You saved my life. Without you, I would have died of thirst. You spoke to me even though I was a prisoner. You…." he stopped and looked down "You made me feel like a human being" puzzled, you look at Sihtric "But you are"

He said nothing to it "I will protect you, I am one of Uhtred's men, I will carry out his orders, but I will also protect you. You… you mean something to me" You didn't know what to say to that, but you smile at your opposite.

"Ramsay isn't what he says he is" Abruptly, your smile left you. "And I will kill him if I have even the slightest suspicion that he wants to hurt you." He was so serious that you believed every word he said.

"I swear" were his last words, he bowed to you and left the tent. Men swore to give weight to their words, to make what was spoken true. Again, you thought of the lamb and the wolf and ...

the question was, can a lamb kill a wolf?

#sihtric the last kingdom #the last kingdom fandom #uhtred imagine #the last kingdom imagine #ramsay snow

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reginaxxmarie · 1 year

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Intro to 1st Sgt. Naomi “Velvet” Quinn

(these came from pinterest bc i can’t draw for shit but i tried to find art that best captured how i envision her)

Velvet is 26 years old, she joined the army at 17 after graduating high school at 16. she is mixed race, her mother is white and her father is black.

5’1, she is petite but not thin. i picture her to be more toned but curvy. she was athletic as a teenager because she rode horses but definitely had to be in better shape when joining the military. she has stretch marks but she’s not self-conscious about them, she views them as a testament to her commitment, as she does with her scars.

grew up rural Louisiana in a very small town, has a pronounced but smooth southern accent as most people in the central area do.

her position in the military is sergeant 1st class and weapons specialist in the special forces detachment A. it took her 7 years to earn the 1st sergeant title as it is a time served position. she joined the 75th ranger regiment special forces and trained additionally for the occupation of weapons specialist. this means she knows how to maintain as well as operate all different kinds of weaponry, even foreign ones. this job also required her to be a skilled diver, parachutist, and endurance runner. (home girl got stamina FOR DAYS) this made her very desirable for the 141.

as far as combat, she’s skilled in mma but specializes in brazilian jiu-jitsu. she prefers long-distance weapons but because of her skill set, she’s good with any weapon you put in her hands. has a fixation with knives, she carries two pearl handled throwing knives that she affectionately named thelma and louise and they are her children. touch her knives and expect to not have hands.

owns a doberman named Loki that her sweet older neighbor looks after while she’s away. after a particularly awful mission, feeling safe in her own home proved difficult so she adopted Loki to keep her company and he does just that. after being recruited by Price for the 141, she relocated to the uk so Loki would be closer to her.

she has no piercings but has a large dragon on her sternum, a sleeve on her right arm, and “Sua Sponte” (of their own accord), the ranger motto, between her shoulder blades.

looks like a cinnamon roll but will kill you with her bare hands. she is an omnivert by nature. once she’s comfortable with you and sure she can trust you, she’s quite open. but if she senses something is off, she shuts down.

i ship her with ghost. she is the sun that he orbits around. upon arrival, she had a flirtationship with gaz but it ended as quickly as it started when they realized they were better off as friends.

soap is most def her bestie in the group. those two gossip like old women. together, it’s always crackhead energy and shenanigans. once they tried to sneak into ghost’s room to steal his mask and paint it but just as she grabbed it, ghost shot up out of bed, knife swinging. in a panic, she pushed soap towards him and sprinted to the door. unfortunately she never made it to said door because ghost picked up his heavy ass boot and yeeted it at her head.

she fits in well with the 141. the boys are extremely protective of their little velvet, despite her being perfectly capable of defending herself. they love to play with her hair because how is it so SOFT?! and they are positively enamored by her hair care routine when she explains to everyone but gaz that because she has mixed hair, it takes quite a bit of maintenance.

as she is in the gen z realm, she has a tendency to say some pretty outta pocket shit that has pepaw price REELING. some days he’s not sure if she needs a grippy sock vacation or a smack to the forehead. basically she’s a feral gremlin most of the time.

on the battlefield she’s much like könig in the sense she’s absolutely A MENACE. once the adrenaline gets flowing, she’s unhinged but never in a way that puts her team in harm’s way. she becomes a machine, built for the mission. if you asked price, he’d describe her as a thoroughbred in the starting gate, vibrating with energy. she’s deadly and she knows it. her first mission with the 141, she took down a man twice her size and crushed his windpipe with her boot. ghost would never admit it but watching her completely annihilate a man who was every bit as big as him, had him feeling like a horny teenager. mans was ready to risk it all.

very much into hard rock. she’s quite y’allternative but she appreciates all types of music. she likes everything except for what she doesn’t like.

i do so hope you enjoyed this snippet of Velvet and i fully intend to write a fic with her and post more facts if that interests any of you. 💕🤘🏼

#cod mwii #simon ghost riley #mwf2 #oc stuff #simon riley #simon riley x oc #simon riley x reader

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earl-grey-love · 5 months

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Alright, it's info dumping time. If I don't get this out of my head I'll never know peace. Here's a breakdown of how Mephisto and Levi are similar. All of these are things I've observed. The main difference between the two is that Mephisto is generally more confident when talking to strangers, whereas Leviathan is not. Anyway,

They can be triggered to ramble about their special interests and cannot be stopped. Levi with otaku stuff like anime/games/idols/etc, Mephisto with history/knowledge/politics. Proudly delight in having specialist knowledge others don't have.

Fixate on having a close friendship with a singular person. For Levi, it's with Henry (a fictional character) until he then meets MC, who he gives that energy to instead. For Mephisto, it's directed at Diavolo.

Said fixation incites envy towards others. For Levi, it's anyone who is close to MC, including his own brothers (or those he thinks are cooler than him). Mephisto towards Lucifer, who he thinks stole Diavolo from him.

(They also brag about their closeness with their special person if they feel confident enough).

(Also, they fail to acknowledge other people as their friends, even though they clearly are, due to their fixation on their person).

They're both incredibly mean at first. Both act as if they're “better” than MC or others initially. They even both use negative terms to describe others trying to interact with them, i.e. “normies” from Levi and “fallen angels” from Mephisto. Both also use “human” derogatorily.

But surprise! Once they get over their attempts to keep others at a distance, they're incredibly sweet and thoughtful. Both are highly emotionally intelligent and are able to “read the emotional room”, especially with those they fixate on, better than most of the cast. The narrative often has them point out emotional problems/solutions the other characters may have missed.

Unless, of course, those problems are their own emotions. They're easily overwhelmed by them. Often leading to them shutting down and finding alternatives to expressing their negative emotions. Levi, by being avoidant and hiding in his room, and Mephisto by enacting petty revenges. Levi also does petty revenge, and Mephisto is also avoidant. Neither of them are petty or avoidant towards their special person.

Both are also prone to dramatic, overly emotional rants about small things. Levi screaming that he's going to die bcus he missed out on exclusive merch of his fave, and Mephisto pretty much doing the same bcus he saw Lucifer for 0.001 seconds and was forced to remember he exists.

Both of them have associations with animals. Levi with his 3 pets, the 2 Henrys and Lotan. (I'm not sure if Lotan counts, but yk). Mephisto's main hobby is horse riding. He shows MC his horse in the manga, too.

They both adore Luke. They think he is the cutest thing. They love spending time with him for that reason.

They're both also reliable older brothers, with Mephisto especially being adored by his (presumably) kid brother. But Levi is also considered one of the best older bros to go to if a younger has a problem. This ties into their caring personalities. Even if they're prone to complaining as they take care of others.

They're both collectors. Levi with his merch, Mephisto with rare demonus (wine). Both love exclusive items and go absolutely ham on buying it up. Even to the point of excess.

Both try to act nonchalant about things but are easily triggered into sudden emotional outbursts. Especially with people they're not close to. Often gets called annoying because of this.

That's all I can think of right now but I'm pretty sure my point has been made lol

#they're both autistic btw #oh thats not canon but it is my headcanon #hence why its in the tags and not the post #I hope this is legible because Im really sick atm #but I wasn't going to know peace til I posted it #ship: newspaper club #friends: levi up!#sunny speaks

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thebloodpit · 2 years

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Okay so I just finished season 2 of Fate and oh… my…

First of all, it is a MASSIVE improvement. Scarier threats, better writing (?), likable new/original characters, lots of surprises (good and bad), better CGI. Overall really impressive and enjoyable for a Netflix original. I think they delivered. I’m not going to do a full review, just going to take a moment to gush about a few things I enjoyed/noticed.

Spoilers below so if you haven’t finished or seen the show yet, please skip!

• Farah’s surprise comeback-not-comeback!! Like, what was that??? 😭 Other than Eve Best agreeing to have a cameo because her other show House of the Dragon wants her more? … 🧍🏻‍♀️ I mean, there are a million ways to bring her back. E.g. Sebastian’s wish to resurrect the dead victims of Aster Dell suggests it likely could be done to Farah as well, Farah saying that she used magic before Rosalind’s attack sooo instead of what they gave us, she could make nature protect her or to fool Rosalind into thinking she’s successful, etc. It’s a world of fairy magic. THERE ARE SO MANY WAYS. And in the cartoon, Faragonda was gone and became one with nature and the girls brought her back … I really wanted that parallel. Man 😔

• With Rosalind, Ben, and Andreas gone so it’s just Saul…? The only person of the Battalion of Light who’s still standing. Is he in charge of the school now?

• SAUL’S HOUSE!!!!! AND HORSES!!!

• The lack of Silrah 😖😭😖 Like … I know her time was limited but the lack of acknowledgment or seeing Saul react to the news that she’s dead/has been murdered by Rosalind feels so … lazy (?) IDK. But we were robbed.

• Andreas dying ??? I’m a lil disappointed. Even though his death kinda serves a purpose. I think the writers were trying to do that “Sky resents Saul for killing or attempting to kill his dad but it’s Sky who actually ends up killing his dad but it’s for a good cause” thing, and I get it. Plus, I feel like we (or just me) were not meant to like Andreas and see him as one of the main characters as we do but his death still feels quick and cheap and it’s such a waste of an interesting and complex character bc while he may be crass and a bit (or a lot) of a bastard but then they showed us that he’s not a robotic soldier and he did have emotions and care for Beatrix. He was getting sooo likable in that way and then they took him away from us so early in the season, just like that. A shame.

• PLUS, when Saul was pardoned and became a Specialist instructor again, I was disappointed by the lack of Saul/Andreas interactions as coworkers/allies. I feel like they were teasing us with some Saul/Andreas a bit in the beginning because, hello, it’s two ex-friends who now hate each other because they each hurt the other person very deeply and have things to resolve suddenly having to work together as allies again, and kinda led us to expect more scenes with them so I feel blueballed.

• Musa is a fairy AND a specialist (well, not fully but you know, she possesses the skills now 🥸). LOOK AT HOW MY GIRL ATE THAT!! Sad she didn’t get to transform, same with Flora. Was expecting Flora to transform from sacrificing herself like in the cartoon and Musa to transform when she gets her magic back. But it’s alright. These two got their Enchantix later than the other girls so this feels canon, lol.

• RIVUSA IS SO, SO WELL DONE!!! Better than expected, even. Riven is so likable. I cannot.

• LOVE Grey and Aisha/Grey … no complaints there at all.

• Not sure how I feel about Beatrix’ death yet … but leaning towards the negative side because she, too, is likable. And has more to offer to the story. Plus, she’s a Trix or supposed to be. And Trix ain’t supposed to be killed off but if they could kill their own version of Faragonda, then, well…

• Beatrix is STORMY as revealed that her two dead sisters are Icy and Darcy 😭😭🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼 I guess the only thing that comforts me is that she’s with her sisters now 🥲

• VALTOR!!!!! …is Irish????? SKDODCOFOCO 😭😭😭

I really have to sleep now but I have more thoughts and I will be adding to this. If you’ve read this far, thank you. I honestly didn’t think anyone would care to know what I think but feel free to share your thoughts as well! I love this show and these characters. I have more to gush about, hahaha.

🧚🏼‍♀️

#long post #fate #fate: the winx saga #ftws #ftws spoilers #bloodpitcore #it’s a tangent #lol #musa #flora #saul silva #farah dowling #rosalind hale #andreas of eraklyon #saundreas #silrah

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juliedrawz · 1 year

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My study continues ✍️

Ernesto is a really good horseback rider! And I mean really good! 😳

We see that in that one movie he is literally jumping onto that horse from a certain height and then stands on the back while on gallop! I am absolutely blown and amazed at his talent at that point because listen,

This is called trick riding or equeatrian vaulting and has everything to do with acrobatics! Usually seen in circus and rodeo! Such stunts are extremely dangerous, take years of training and a extreme level of body control! I know that because I come from a family who used to ride horseback a lot! My aunt and all my cousins used to attent tournaments and won trophies. I learned horse back riding with 9.

You see actors and artists do crazy things in the circus on horses and then there's Nesto casually playing his (Héctors) guitar while he's standing on a galloping horse like he's standing on solid groud! HOW can you not rave at that??

Ok, and also we see he knows how to race ride and who knows what else! He's good with horses!

And did you notice him on the horse statue and the trophies next to it? And if you look closely, you see that he wears his rusty red charro suit, which he had before he became famous. So, it's rather clear Ernesto was a damn good horse back rider even before it all and I adore that!

Horses are wonderful animals and riding is amazing, I still love riding horses whenever I get the chance. Every horse back rider understands the risk when getting onto a horse and not knowing how to properly ride or handle one can be very dangerous.

I might become an Ernesto specialist if I continue like that 😂

I don't care 😶

#coco 2017 #pixar coco #ernesto de la cruz #coco ernesto #highlighting all the good things on Ernesto 💙

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mrsarnasdelicious · 1 year

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Finding Oneself in Happiness - I

Sam Winchester x Reader fic.

Ch 1: Horny

You have your work cut out for you. You know that as soon as you arrive on the scene. Everything is cordoned off and the police are crawling all over, like ants on a hill. You know you need to pull out all the stops to gain access to the scene.

You can’t just drop the trail. Especially not now that there is a victim. You need to catch this beast before it takes another life.

You flash your credentials at a cop and are let into the stable building. It is a mess. The horses are restless and the stablehands are all being interviewed by a separate cop. The victim has not been taken away yet. You recognise the white sheet. And you recognise the growing red circle around the chest area. You begin to scan the area for hoofprints. Luckily the cops let you do your thing. Answering questions that amount to you looking for an illegally imported murder unicorn would be more than just awkward.

Behind you, you hear a gentleman identify himself as FBI. Shit, now you’re going to be on your guard. FBI always watches scenes like this like hawks. They always make your work harder. You look over your shoulder. There’s two of them, jolly good! Now you have to be twice as careful. Pretend to be a horse specialist even more now. You swear under your breath. This is going to be one hell of a job.

The shorter of the two comes over. He flashes his badge really quickly and introduces himself as agent Hendrix. “Let me guess, your first name is James, but your friends call you Jimmy.” You can’t control your snark. His cheeks fluster a little. “Good one.” He chuckles awkwardly. “You work here?” He asks. You shake your head. “No, I work for the local SPCA, to deal with the horses, make sure they are not traumatised and such.” The lie comes easy. You have had to sell fibs like it a thousand times. Luckily you have a talent for it, everyone always seems to buy your BS. Or is that because of your patron god being a Trickster…? Agent Hendrix does not seem in the least impressed, though. It is as though the lie is not working on him. How odd…

“Have you seen anything out of the ordinary?” He asks. “Besides the guy who looks like he’s been run through by a power drill?” You ask. “So you have seen the body?” He furrows his brow. “No.” You reply. The honesty is quicker than your brain. Somehow you feel like this man is ‘in the know’ and lying to him would be useless in solving this murder. Henrix’ eyebrows travel further up his forehead, his skin wrinkling. “Then how would you know he looks like he’s been run through with a power drill?” He asks. “He is not the first.” You reply. “Any idea what coulda done it?” He fires the next question like he’s aiming a shotgun. You snortle dryly. “I do, but you would call me nuts and have me shipped off.” You answer. Agent Hendix’ sniggers. “Try me.” He says.

He gestures for his partner to come listen, too. His partner is tall and built like a brick outhouse. And the sideburns on him make you feel some sort of way. He introduces himself as Agent Bonamassa. You begin to grow suspicious. Two FBI Agents with Rockstar names. That sounds stupidly familiar. “Pleasure to meet you, Agents. I’m Y/N Y/L/N.” You say. They shake your hand. And they both flash you a smile.

“Y/N here says she knows what killed Mr Kebab over there.” Hendrix points his thumb at where the body is being hoisted on a stretcher. “I do, but I am a little reluctant to discuss that here.” You reply. “We can meet you somewhere else later.” Agent Bonamassa suggests. “Sounds good.” You turn your body to him fully. He sends you a boyish smile and wets his lips with the tip of his tongue. You smile back at him. “You know the Pontica Bar, just outside town?” Agent Hendrix asks. He sounds slightly annoyed. You trail your gaze to him. “I should be able to find my way there.” You reply. “How about we meet there at six?” Bonamassa supplies. “Great idea, I might even be able to tell you more than I know now.” You answer. “Good.” Bonamassa smiles at you again.

They leave you to it.

You manage to find a few hoofprints, but no blood trail. A bit disappointing, but nothing you can change.

You meet the two gentlemen at six, at the Pontica Bar. They don’t look remotely like FBI agents anymore. More like lumberjacks, really.

“Agents.” You greet them, only slightly sarcastic. “Yeah … about that.” Agent Bonamassa awkwardly rubs his neck. You sit opposite him at their high table. “Let me guess, you are not really FBI agents?” You ask softly. He nods, not seeming very ashamed of impersonating a government official. “We’re Hunters.” Says Hendrix, which is of course not his name. “I’m Sam Winchester and this is my brother Dean.” The man previously known as Agent Bonamassa adds. That gives you pause. “Wait, you two are the Winchester brothers?” You ask. These guys have a rep! “Does that change things?” Sam asks. You need a moment to think on that. But then you shake your head. “No, we have to see this one through either way.” You reply.

Dean orders himself and Sam a beer and you ask for an iced tea.

“So, what do you got?” Dean asks. “Ever heard of a Karkadann?” You ask. Both brothers shake their head. “Think unicorn, but more Freddy Krueger.” You explain. “So we are dealing with a murder pony here?” Dean asks in disbelief. “Eh, more like an antelope with one horn, so I’m told.” You reply. Sam furrows his brows. The waitress brings your drinks and Dean gives her a smirk. “Can you not, we are working.” Sam chides him. “Excuse me, it is you who is making googoo eyes at Y/N.” Dean grumbles. “Googoo eyes?” Sam snortles. Dean huffs in response. You can’t help but fluster a little.

You tell the brothers everything you know about Karkadann, including the fact that someone likely illegally imported him. “How do you know it is a boy murder unicorn?” Dean asks. “Because the mares pierce the throat rather than the heart.” You reply. Sam gives you a slightly impressed look. You like that, a lot. “Do you know how to gank it?” Dean asks. “I do, but they are very rare. I have strict orders to bring him in alive.” You reply. Both brothers look at you in surprise. “Orders, from whom?” Sam asks. You shake your head. “That does not matter.” You reply. Dean glowers at you, but neither brother asks any more questions.

A different waitress comes with the meal cards. Dean does not even bother looking at his. “I would like a cheeseburger, with extra onions.” He says. The waitress giggles at the way he is grinning at her and scribbles down his order. Then she turns to Sam. “What would you like, handsome?” She asks. Sam smiles awkwardly. “I’ll study the menu first.” He says. “Of course.” She cooes and she flounces off. “Floozy.” You huff. “You say floozy?” Sam chuckles. “Yeah, because calling her a slut or a whore isn’t very women-friendly.” You reply. Dean snorts dryly. “You’re jealous because she flirted with us, aren’t you?” He smirks. “People say you are full of yourself, but I never imagined it to be this bad.” You reply. Dean flips you the bird. “Oh come on, she is just fishing for a tip.” You tell him. Sam slaps his hand over his mouth and tries not to laugh too hard. Dean sticks a finger up to him as well. “I hate you.” He tells his brother. He is obviously sour that the waitress did not mean her flirtations.

You and Sam quietly browse the meal card for a few minutes.

“How did you know she was faking it?” Dean breaks the silence. Sam can’t help renewed laughter. You smirk smugly. “Non Americans just know when Americans are faking.” You reply. “Bullshit.” Dean harrumphs. “Then why did she not even look at me?” You retort. Dean has nothing to say to that. “Shall we get back to the subject at hand?” Sam asks. You put down your meal card, having made your choice. “Sure, but no killing.” You reply. “That’s boring.” Dean groans. “Karkadann are very rare. My employer will reward you for bringing him in alive.” You tell him. That info brings a sparkle in Dean’s eyes. “How much is he paying?” He asks. “We’ll cross that bridge later.” You answer.

The waitress returns for your and Sam’s orders. You have chosen the burrito and Sam takes the caesar salad with extra chicken. It is quickly jolted down before the waitress makes a swift exit stage left. Sam raises his eyebrows at you. “I guess she heard you call her a floozy. Like some grandma.” Dean says. “Eh, hard cheese.” You shrug. “Hard cheese?” Dean frowns. “Tough luck, you Americans would say.” You tell him. “Hard Cheese..” Dean mutters. He shakes his head and takes a sip of his beer. “Not all of us feel the need to swear every other sentence.” Sam tells him. “She talks like a grandma, Sam.” Dean replies. “She can hear you.” You remark dryly.

Soon enough your dinner is served. For a while you eat in silence.

“How do we catch this son of a bitch?” Dean then asks. Ah yes, the matter at hand, again. “We trap him.” You reply. “Yeah, no shit.” Dean does not wait for further explanation. “You are not going to like how we’ll do that.” You say. Dean groans and looks down on the remains of his burger and chips. “How are we going to do that?” Sam asks. “We’re going to pretend to be a lady Karkadann.” You reply. “And how do you suggest we do that?” Dean asks. “Simple, smell like one.” You reply. “That does not sound simple at all.” Sam replies. “It does if you have a vial of Karkadann musk.” You tell him. Sam frowns curiously at you. “And you have that?” He inquires. You nod and smirk smugly. “How do you even get that?” Dean asks. “Either you tap it from a female or you make it artificially.” You wink at him. “Yeah no shit. Neither seems like an easy job to me.” Dean rolls his eyes. “My employer has a female he can tap it from.” You reply.

“Wait, since when is there someone who employs hunters?” Dean asks. “I am not a hunter.” You tell him firmly. “Then what are you?” He retorts. “I am a magizoologist.” You reply. “Isn’t the term cryptozoologist?” Sam interjects. “To those ignorant of what is out there, maybe. But to those in the know, a zoologist specialised in magical beasts is a magizoologist.” You inform him. Sam nods in understanding. “So you hunt magical animals?” Dean continues to question. “No Dean, I don’t hunt them, I study them. And when I find one where they don’t belong, I’ll bring them either home or where they are safest.” You say. “But what about your employer?” Sam asks. “He likes to know everything there is to know. He pays me to find out. Aaand he keeps a menagerie.” You reply. The answer seems to satisfy Sam. He finished his salad. “A zoo of mythical creatures, the guy must be loaded.” Dean is not as easily placated. “Everything about him is strictly confidential until I am instructed otherwise.” You rebuff him. Dean opens his mouth to speak again, but Sam shakes his head.

Once you have finished dinner, Dean orders another round of drinks.

“So, tell me something about your job.” Sam looks you in the eye. You feel slightly tingly when he smiles at you. “Only if you tell me some about yours.” You murr. You scoot a little closer to Sam. He flushes a little. He looks down on you and grins boyishly. Dean clears his throat. “I am still here, you two.” He says loudly. Sam steals a sidelong glance at Dean, before turning back to you. “We could go to my motel room.” He suggests. You reach over and put your hand on his arm. “I stay in an actual hotel, how about that?” You cooe. Sam smirks widely. “I’d like that.” He murmurs.

Sam gets up from his stool. “Don’t wait up.” He tells Dean. “Wasn’t planning on doing so.” The older brother replies.

The two of you leave, taking the bus into town to your hotel. On your way there, you tell Sam everything you know about the Karkadann. He is hanging on your lips.

Sam holds the hotel entrance- and room door for you. He is slightly flustered. But you are too. You don’t usually take people to bed before you well and thoroughly know them. But for Sam you gladly make an exception.

You lock the door and turn to him.

“I … I don’t usually do this.” You mumble. Sam smiles awkwardly. “Neither do I, to be honest.” He replies. “Well, then it will be extra special.” You murmur warmly. Sam nods gently. “Wana start right away?” He asks. You both laugh.

You close the distance between him and you. Sam looks down on you. You lift a hand to cup his cheek. He closes the distance. No need to speak, he understands how this goes. His lips crash into yours. You stand on your tippy toes, so Sam does not have to bend down too much. You can’t help a little moan. Sam’s lips are firm, strong and warm. He kisses you like he means it. And it is very good.

He starts backing you up to the bed.

You break the kiss. “Take off your shoes.” You say. Sam gives you a confused look, but obliges, toeing out of his shoes. You do, too. “That all?” He asks. “Oh yeah, I am going to take my time on the rest of you.” You reply. Sam smirks and resumes the kiss.

You stumble backwards, falling onto the bed. Sam follows eagerly, his lips barely leaving yours. He is so vast that his body fully eclipses yours. You feel shielded from the world. A warm flutter tangles your innards into unfamiliar knots. You do your best to ignore it. Feelings would needlessly complicate everything. And you know the Winchesters are already complicated enough to deal with.

You tangle your fingers into his beautiful brown locks. Sam groans softly against your lips. It is an amazing noise. You grow wet in response. Sam sucks on your bottom lip and licks into your mouth. You moan and buck your pelvis against his. Sam grinds back down. He does so quite firmly and presses you deeper into the mattress. You arch back up at him. Sam moans into your mouth.

Slowly you venture your fingers from his scalp to the buttons of his flannel. Sam shudders at your touches and groans softly. You begin to unbutton his shirt. Sam keeps still, tensing up a little. You wonder, quietly and to yourself, if he is shy. Though you don’t have much time for that, considering every inch of Sam’s skin you unveil to yourself is absolutely marvelous. He is made like a Greek God. You run your fingers over the tattoo on his chest. “Gods.” You whisper. “You like what you see?” Sam asks, voice a bit insecure. “Are you kidding?” You chuckle. “Wha-what? Sam stammers, a bit confused. “Do I like what I see? Samuel, you are built like a Greek God, of course I like what I see.” You murmur. Gently you run your fingertips down his chest, to his glorious abs. Another shudder runs through him.

“Oh fuck.” You hiss.

Carefully you thumb his nipples. Sam groans softly.

You draw him back down for a kiss. Sam groans again and shrugs out of his shirt. You move your hands to his shoulders and his back, to explore his muscles there. His tongue invades your mouth. You moan warmly at him and he groans back. He grinds down on you, as well. You hook one leg around his hip, tilting your pelvis for a better angle. “Oh God.” Sam grunts. His mouth leaves your and he noses at your neck. You moan loudly and tug at his brown locks. A loud groan spills from his lips. An amazing sound that makes your insides quake. “Gods, I want you.” You hiss. “You said we’d take this slow.” Sam whispers against your skin. “Oh I will.” You purr. Sam humms and kisses at your throat. You moan warmly, rubbing the tips of your fingers on his scalp. “I can want you and still take it slow.” You cooe.

Sam kisses down to the edge of your shirt. “Can I take it off?” He asks gently. You sit upright, crowding Sam backwards a little. “Go ahead.” You reply. A goofy smile slips onto Sam’s lips. He pulls your shirt over your head. His eyes venture to your bra right away. “C-can I?” He murmurs. You chuckle and undo the clasp of your bra. “How do you women do that?” Sam asks, amusedly. “Lady magic, Sammy baby.” You purr.

Sam leans in to kiss and nose at your breasts. His mouth swiftly finds your nipples. First right, then left. He sucks and nips the sensitive buds. And he lavishes kisses and licks all over your breasts. All the while he is groaning ever so softly. “Oh Gods, Sam.” You whisper. He smirks against your skin. “You taste so good.” He hisses. “More, Sam, please.” You whisper. He obliges, taking your left nipple in his mouth again.

His hand slips down your belly, to the button of your jeans.

He fiddles with your buttons and soon your hands join his to help him out. “Thanks.” He murmurs against your breast. You shimmy out of your trousers and Sam peels down your panties. He gazes down at you and licks his lips. “I am not going to be able to take it really really slow.” He rasps. “Try at least a little.” You murmur. “I will, don’t worry.” Sam whispers. He leans down to press a kiss between your breasts and then lets his lips trail lower. You close your eyes and heave a happy little sigh. “Your skin is so soft.” Sam whispers. He dips his tongue in your belly button, making you giggle.

Then he carefully attaches his mouth to your thigh. You moan sweetly. “I can smell you.” Sam growls. He groans warmly. He lowers his mouth to you folds. You can’t help a little squeal. “Fuck.” Sam whispers. His tongue carefully parts your folds and seeks out your clit. He is not pulling punches. “Oooh. Oooh Gods.” You whimper. Carefully Sam begins to caress your clit with the tip of his tongue. It is so fucking good. You pull gently at his hair and slowly rock yourself into his touch. Sam groans, sucking down on your clit ever so carefully. “Oh, Samuel!” You cry out, pressing him down against you a bit firmer. He has already got you so close to orgasm you can barely believe it. “So close.” You whisper.

Rather than carrying you into your climax, Sam moves off and instead plunged his tongue inside you. You whine at the loss, but quickly thereafter you cry out at the feeling of Sam fucking you with his tongue. It is a wonderful smooth feeling, but it takes you away from the edge. “Please, please make me cum.” You whine. Sam groans softly against your core. He continues fucking you with his tongue as he brings his thumb to your clit. He rubs you carefully and steadily. You arch into him, beyond your own control. “Oh Gods.” You moan. Your orgasm approaches once again, in full force. So close, you can almost taste it. “Oh… Sam. Please.” You whimper.

Very suddenly Sam switches, his mouth to your clit and his fingers, two digits, buried deep inside you. It is your undoing. You cum, your inner walls clamping down on his fingers and your mind spins. “Oh fuck.” Sam whispers with shuddering voice.

He backs up slowly.

Sam swiftly sheds the rest of his clothes. His cock springs free and you are impressed with how shapely he is. “Sh-shall I?” He whispers. You nod in reply. Sam smiles a lopsided smile and slowly lines himself up. You open your thighs wider to accommodate his wide frame. Slowly, he pushes into you. You moan at how he spears you open. It feels amazing, better than any other man you’ve had inside you. It’s like you and Sam fit together perfectly. Like you were made for each other.

“Do it, fuck me.” You whisper, before reeling him in for a kiss. Sam groans against your lips. Slowly he begins to undulate his pelvis. He works his cock in and out of you in the most sensuous pace. You scratch at his shoulders, lulling your pelvis back at his. You moan in unison, the pleasure coursing through united bodies. “Harder.” You hiss. “Are you sure?” Sam asks. “Yes, absolutely. I can take it.” You reply. “Oh… okay.” Sam nods. He picks up speed and intensity very quickly. He is slamming into you with something akin to desperation rather soon. And you take his every thrust with ease. Your body accepts his, even though he is so much bigger than you.

“Oh … oh god.” Sam gasps. “You take me so well, we fit so well.” He whispers. You nod slowly. “Yes, we fit… we fit perfectly.” You manage to reply between moans. “It feels so good.” Sam groans. “Yes, yes it does.” You agree. He kisses you fiercely. He claims you. You are all his. His tongue searches every detail of your mouth and you moan sweetly for him. He groans against your lips and tries to deepen the kiss even more. “Shit, I’m gona cum.” He rasps into the kiss. “Do it.” You all but order. It is all you need to say. Sam’s thrusts become unsteady and a bit more fierce. You feel the head of his cock against your cervix. “Oh gods.” You moan.

“F-fuck.” Sam groans, as he spends himself inside you. You whine against his throat.

He pulls out slowly and you whimper at the loss. Thick threads of his cum and precum connect his cock with your core. “We still sorta rushed.” You whisper. “But it was amazing.” Sam replies. You nod in affirmation. “It was.” You cooe.

You lay beside each other, talking about everything and nothing. You cuddle up to Sam and he puts his arms around you. Slowly you nod off, as Sam holds your close.

You wake up in the morning because Sam’s cellphone starts ringing.

Sam groans and reaches for the nightstand. “What?” He asks gruffly, upon picking up. You huff softly and curl into his side more tightly. “Yes Dean, we are awake now, thanks to you.” Sam grouches to his phone. You reach out and take the phone from Sam’s hand. “Is there an emergency?” You ask. Dean scoff loudly on the other end of the line. “No, but we have a case.” He replies. Sam makes a feeble attempt to get his phone back. You tisk and climb onto him, straddling his pelvis. His morning wood feels like it is made of warm steel. Sam’s breath catches in his throat. You grind down, gritting your teeth in order not to moan. Strangled, desperate sounds rise to Sam’s throat. “Gods.” You hiss. “What?” Dean sputters. You can’t help a wicked little grin. “How about we meet you for breakfast, in town?” You cooe. Dean makes a strangled little sound, the bare beginning of a reply. “Perfect, we’ll meet you there.” You say cheerfully, before hanging up.

You toss Sam’s phone onto the bed and he tightens his grip on your hips. “I would have loved to see his face.” He growls. “He might still be wearing the expression when we find him in town.” You reply. Sam bucks up at you. A moan spills from your lips. “I want you. I want you so bad. Oh god, oh fuck. Let me fuck you, please.” Sam groans. There is already so much desperation in his voice. You are swift to line him up and sink down on him. “Oooh! Fuck!” Sam gasps. “Good morning.” You purr. “Good morning indeed.” Sam smiles feebly up at you.

You ride him, firm yet slow. Sam’s fingers dig into your hips and he looks up at you, almost breathless with amazement. He groans and gasps, loving the way you take his cock. “It is so good, fuck it is so good.” He chants. He thrusts up into you. You moan loudly. “Oh yes, Samuel, fuck me.” You moan. “I will baby, I will.” Sam’s fingers leave bruises on your hips and pounds up into you. You moan, bracing yourself over his chest. “Oh fuck, you feel so fucking good on my cock.” Sam groans. “Fuck me harder, please.” You reply. Sam plants his heels on the bed and rams into you. You cry out as he ploughs against your cervix.

“Make me cum Sam.” You order. His fingers slide from your hip to your clit. He rubs you urgently, yet carefully. “Cum on my cock, cum on my cock baby.” He growls. “Almost… I am so close Sam, so close.” You moan. He rubs you between thumb and forefinger and you feel your climax come to you as though you owe it money. “F-fuck.” You cry out. Your inner walls tighten on Sam’s cock. He groans lustily. “You’re going to fucking milk me dry.” He hisses. “You think we can cum together?” You ask. Sam eagerly nods. “Yeah, fuck yeah.” He replies. “Count us down?” You cooe. Sam nods, almost breathless. “From ten?” He rasps. You nod in turn. “A-alright.” Sam replies.

“Ten… Nine .. eight.” He thrusts up with every count, all the while still rubbing your clit. You moan out loudly, teetering on the edge. “Se-seven.” Sam stutters. He is having a hard time holding back, but he knows he has to be careful. “So you good.” You moan. “Six, five, fo-ooooh God.. Four.” Sam grunts. You can practically feel his cock twitch inside you. “So close.” He growls. “Me too.” You encourage him. Sam swears under his breath. “Th-th-three, ah fuck.” He is beginning to falter, his climax too close. “A little more, just a little.” You whisper. Sam nods, trying to concentrate of rubbing your clit the way that you like.

Your thighs begin to quiver. “Two Sam, two. Ah!” You cry out. Your inner walls clasp down on him. You are on the absolute edge. “One.” Sam thrusts up sharply. It is what you need. You surrender to the amazing heat in your extremities and the lightning in your spine. Sam spends himself inside you, groaning loudly. “Oh gods, Sam, this is amazing.” You moan as your inner walls contract on his cock, milking him dry.

You shower, dress and head out into town.

Dean is waiting, leaned on the hood of his Chevy Impala. “Took you so long?” He asks. “Something a bit more urgent … came up.” Sam rubs his neck. “I just had to take care of it.” You say unabashedly. “Was it good, at least?’ Dean snarks. Sam flusters a little. “Yeah … like really good.” Sam nods. Dean heaves another sigh. “Well, I am glad you had a good time, but we have a murder unicorn on the loose.” He says. “You are right.” Sam nods.

“How do we trap this thing again?” Dean turns to you. “We set a sexy lady unicorn trap.” You reply. “Sounds easy enough.” Sam replies. You shake your head. “We gotta find ourselves a horse, and then make her smell like a lady Karkadann. The last part is infinitely easier than the first.” You say. ‘So, what you are saying it that we are going to have to steal a horse?” Dean asks. “Yeah.” You tell him. “Alright, let’s do this.” He says. “Breakfast first.” You reply. “I am starving.” Sam adds.

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