#y/n fics

[angelsanarchy]

One Long Weekend: - Clyde/YN One-Shot Series CH 06

"We've already slept together. I figured it might be nice to enjoy the honeymoon phase." "You probably can't tell but I'm swooning."

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SATURDAY, 2:00PM

When Clyde woke up, his arm was trapped. He tried to pull it from underneath y/n's hold but she had a death lock on his right arm as he spooned her from behind. He could feel how flushed his face was just realizing how close they were. He didn't have time to be embarrassed though because she turned over to face him, eyes still closed and burying herself into his chest. His arm was free now but he decided to put it around her body instead of use it for himself.

She was still very much asleep as he pulled her tighter to his chest, enjoying the feeling of her holding onto him. He closed his eyes, trying to will himself back to sleep but the loud banging at the door startled the both of them to jump out of the bed. Y/n reached over and grabbed Clyde's aid and handed it to him, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes.

"Remind me to kick Johnny in the back of his knee later." She groaned rolling out of the bed to find her jeans. Clyde ran a hand through his hair and unlocked the door.

"Dude! Why did you lock the...no fucking way!" Johnny put his hand up for a high five and Clyde shook his head at him.

"Is there a reason you're busting the door down so early?" Clyde rubbed his eyes as Johnny pushed past him and gave y/n a cute wave.

"Dude it's 2PM. We were supposed to meet Dave at the shop to get the bass restrung for tonight. Didn't mean to break up your little love fest." Johnny teased.

"Give us a minute and we'll meet you at the van." Clyde held the door open for Johnny who seemed stunned to be getting kicked out. He put his hands up in defeat. Y/n still had Clyde's shirt on as she pulled her hair up in a messy knot atop her head.

"Good morning...or afternoon I guess." Clyde smirked.

"It was. How did you sleep?" Y/n asked Clyde reaching into her bag to find a black tank she normally wore under her jacket.

"Surprisingly well. How about you?" Clyde moved towards the small refrigerator and grabbed a small bottle of orange juice which he smelled before putting to his lips.

"Honestly, it was really nice. It was good to be able to sleep not listening to my roommate snoring or rain machine for a change." Y/n turned away from Clyde and pulled the shirt over her head to pull on her tank. Clyde tried not to choke on his juice catching a glimpse of her naked back.

"So I can drop them off first and then take you home. If we take them, they'll only be more annoying and I refuse to give them that satisfaction." Clyde laid out the plan offering his juice to y/n now that she was dressed.

"That's fine. I think my roommate shouldn't have a problem with me coming home now." Y/n followed Clyde out of his apartment watching as he didn't even bother locking the door. The guys were already hanging around the van waiting on them.

"You better had fixed my steering wheel you fuckers." Clyde pointed at Johnny with his keys dangling in his hand. Everyone loaded up in the van and Clyde waited for y/n to put on a seatbelt which he didn't bother doing when they originally got into the van.

"Can you idiots maintain until I get back? I want to drop her off. I won't be too long." Clyde explained instantly receiving a bunch of teasing. Y/n shook her head and looked at Clyde who was blushing.

"Do you not hang out with women at all or something? Your friends seem to think you're inept at being charming." Y/n joked as Clyde pulled away from the music shop.

"The majority of the women who come back to our place are just band hopping. It's out of the ordinary that anyone is there with me exclusively." Clyde explained.

"Oh so you think I was there for you exclusively? Someone thinks awfully high of themselves." Y/n teased pointing at the next street over for him to turn.

"My mistake. Was it because you wanted to take a ride in my sweet van? Maybe it was the subpar burger and fries?" Clyde knew that Y/n enjoyed his company. She had told him so herself but the thought did linger in the back of his mind that maybe she was just hanging out because it was convenient.

"This is me up here." Y/n pulled him from his thoughts to pull into an apartment complex. He looked around for an open space and parked.

"So...any plans this weekend?" He asked with a smile. Y/n laughed taking her seatbelt off and turning her body towards him.

"Why? You wanna hang out with me again already? I haven't even left the van yet." Y/n teased Clyde but he shook his head.

"We've already slept together.I figured it might be nice to enjoy the honeymoon phase." Clyde smiled a toothy grin making Y/n laugh.

"You probably can't tell but I'm swooning." Clyde wanted her to stay. He wanted more time with her. He wanted her to want to stay. He just didn't know how to go about asking without sounding like he had literally fallen in love over night. I mean he hadn't..he just really really wanted to be in her presence.

"I don't really have any plans but I probably need to make sure my roommate wasn't murdered by her lady of the night." Y/n opened the door and Clyde wasn't sure what to say.

"Y/N!" They both jumped hearing someone scream her name.

"What the hell?" Clyde tried to look at where the screaming was coming from.

"Oh that's my roommate." Y/n hopped out of the car and shut the door as she looked up to the balcony three floors up.

"Hey! I was just coming up to check on you." Y/n said seeing her roommate in her familiar robe, very flushed.

"Yeah about that. I'm going to need you to do me a HUGE solid." Clyde had gotten out of the car and stood next to her.

"Who's that? I thought you just got a really weird Uber ride." Her roommate pointed to him.

"I'm Clyde..." He waved up at her.

"Hi Clyde, thank you for not murdering my roommate." Y/n shook her head and interrupted her.

"What is going on? Why are you screaming for me from the balcony?" Y/n asked watching her roommate glance over her shoulder.

"Listen I love you, you know this but this girl is my dream girl and she's agreed to stay for the long weekend. She knows I have a roommate but I told her you were on vacation on the East coast." Y/n was so confused as to why she would say the East coast. She's never even been to the East coast.

"Well news flash, I don't know anyone on the East coast and you know I can't stay with my dad unless he's in bad condition so what do you want me to do exactly?" Y/n threw her arms in the air annoyed.

"Clyde's a good guy, aren't you? Can you stay with Clyde for the rest of the weekend?" Y/n felt heat on her face from the imposition her roommate just threw on someone she has literally known for 24 hours.

"Dude no! You cant just-"

"I mean she's more than- you're more than welcome to crash at my apartment. I don't mind at all." Clyde cut y/n off and she stared at him. He was far too sweet for his own good.

"See Clyde doesn't mind. Clyde wants you to stay. Please just do this for me. I will owe you one. PLEASE!" Y/n chewed on her lip looking from her roommate towards Clyde.

"Are you sure? I mean you don't have to say yes to her just because she's being a complete ass." Y/n lowered her voice and Clyde smiled.

"I told you, honeymoon phase. It's cool, I promise." He nudged her arm and Y/n looked back up.

"You're the worst, you know that?" Y/n gave her roommate the middle finger. Her roommate blew kisses to her thanking her and Clyde as quietly as possible.

"Here, I threw a few things in the bag just in case. Some clothes phone charger, underwear, deodorant-" She tossed the bag down at the two of them and Clyde caught it as a few of the contents started to spill out, a box of condoms hit his foot.

"Oh wow." Clyde reached for them to put them back in the bag.

"DUDE! What the fuck!?" Y/n yelled but her roommate had already run back into the apartment. Y/n covered her face shaking her head. Clyde kept his thoughts to himself and smirked as they walked back to the van together. Clyde had never been so happy for two lesbians spending a long weekend together. Now all he had to do was not screw things up in the next few days.

#electrick children #Clyde x y/n #Clyde #rory culkin #One Long Weekend Series #One Shot Series #y/n fics #6/18

[neteyams-tanhii]

It Reminds Me Of You // Oneshot

Y/n x Neteyam Sully : ONESHOT !!

THEMES: Fluff, friends, crushes

NA'VI WORDS : skxawngs - idiot/moron

DESCRIPTION; Y/n and Neteyam Sully have been friends since they were young, though a small, intimate moment is shared one morning that changes the trajectory of their friendship. 

Length: 3k

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Authors note;

Hi!!! This is my first proper post here!! i hope yall like this, i havent written in years; so this was a nice little thing to do :)

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It's early morning in Pandora, the beautiful blue Pandoran sky bids you a good morning as you step outside; you wonder what the day has in store for me, adventure, happiness, love? You'll have to find out as you move on with my day. The sun is just rising through the break in the mountains, coating everything in a light orange hue. The crisp air quickly wakes me up as you take a deep inhale; the cool air makes my way into my lungs and slaps me awake entirely; a great morning wakeup. You look around the mist through the mountain range, the ground a little wet due to the temperature shifts from night to day. You look around the maruis to see who else has woken up at the break of dawn, and you see a few of the women and young children making breakfast and playing quietly as majority of the clan are still asleep.

Recently the clan has been getting back to life as we know it to be; trying to live life as normally as possible. Though as of late life in the omatikaya clan has become dull and glum, the mountains are wonderful, but it is not the same. The mountains are not as fulfilling as life on home tree; yet whoever the people are still feels like home. It's been six years since I've felt the comfort and warmth of home tree; it's bark and wood, it's fanning branches and leaves, nothing will ever replace that feeling or sense. This is a common feeling within everyone within the clan, we all have a longing for home tree, but have settled for the mountains as it is home wherever the rest of the clan is.

Though as I look around the mountain range surrounding the clan, I cannot help but reflect back no my old life in the Omatikayan Forrest, home; where we all played and tussled by the creek, where we would play underneath the the trees and plants, the tree of souls near by to explore and turn to for guidance. To see and hear happiness through everyone, a true sense of community and belonging. It is all lost, burnt to a crisp by sky demons during the war days. Not everything is gone though, one thing has remained the same, the only thing keeping me sane.

THIRD PERSON (neteyam and Lo'ak)

Neteyam was out on the hunt, the weight of his load bearing down on him. The sun has risen by this time, illuminating the Forrest that the brothers explore; it seems like only 2 minutes ago they had left the safety of the family marui. Yet, Neteyam had already caught enough to feed his family for the next two days; which does not surprise either of the brothers in one bit. "Neteyam the mighty hunter," Lo'ak mocks, looking lowly at his one and only catch; a small fish. "Don't worry little bro, let me give you this to carry, " Neteyam hands Lo'ak his biggest catch of the hunt, a nonchalant look on his face as Lo'ak reaches for the carcass. "Are you sure, it was your kill brother," Lo'ak throws the carcass over his left shoulder. "It is no problem, i would not have been able to kill it if you had not found it brother," Neteyam smiles softly, slapping him softly on the nape of his neck as he pretends to not notice the grin his brother is attempting to hide from view.

As the load was getting a bit hefty, the brothers decided to make their way back to their ikran. Along the way Neteyam finds some little treasures he would like his mother to weave into his next armband or into his braids the next time she does them. He quite likes these little treasures and beads, it's keeps Tuk entertained, as she tends to play and fiddle with his hair on occasion. Neteyam shoves these little beads into a pocket on his ikrans satchel as he and Lo'ak Mount their respective beats and begin the flight back to the mountains.

Lo'ak makes sure the massive carcass is tied on tightly to his ikran, as if he lost it he fears he will bear too much guilt. This kill will be able to feed at least three other families for two nights; which is a fair amount of food for a boy of Lo'aks age to bring back to the tribe. Once lo'ak is certain the carcass will not disappear in transit, he nods his head at Neteyam, a signal they can head to the mountains, to the clan to show what they managed to retrieve on the hunt.

- Y/n Pov - You went to the ikran resting place, though you were supposed to be on hunt with Neteyam and Lo'ak this morning, but it seems they have left you behind; definitely Neteyams doing. He always seems to leave you behind, does he think that you are not a good hunter? Or does he not enjoy your company as much as you enjoy his? Or perhaps he likes morning hints to be a brotherly bonding time? These thoughts run through my mind as you mount your ikran, you begin to realise that you do not know where to search for the brothers. A general area sure, but where would have the morning mist taken them, would they be near the carnage of home tree, or closer to the cliff faces by the ocean? You have been in the air for all of 10 minutes; when you hear the yips and hoots of your favrouite band of brothers.

"Y/n! what took you so long?" Lo'ak hollers your way. "You skxawngs didn't bother to wake me up!" you hollered back to Lo'ak, who put a hand up in defence, as a sign that he had no say in your waking hour.

Above cane the yips of none other than Neteyam, you hoot back in response, communicating without speaking; something the two of us have done since we were children.

"Neteyam! I needed to go hunting this morning, my family is out of food; you know this!" You hollered towards the accused, sending a glum look his way, "I apologise, y/n, you just looked to peaceful in a deep sleep, how could I disrupt such a thing?" Neteyam looked kindly your way, "Plus, I have more than enough food to give to you and your family, as an apology for not waking you," Neteyam glanced down at the carcasses, 'I suppose this will be a fit apology,' you think to yourself. You yip twice; letting Neteyam know that you are going to your special place. Neteyam understands, guiding himself and Lo'ak towards the clan whilst you go the opposing way towards your hideaway.

You look back as you see the two disappear into the horizon line, off into the high mountains; whilst you continue on your way. you look around and see the beauty of Pandora, its everlasting life with the greenery, other ikran in the sky, the sounds of your home surround you in comfort. You begin to think back to the stories that you have heard from Toruk Makto; how beautiful earth used to be, but how earth never could have been as beautiful and majestic as Pandora.  You try your hardest to imagine Pandora without life, with horrid things called buildings and roads plastered everywhere, air that is too toxic to breathe and thick mist called fog blocking the view of the mountains. In where would there be quality of life in a place such as that? You get lost in your thoughts as you ikran flies to your special place.

You get drawn out of your thoughts as your ikran begins her descent; down to the lake. The lake is surrounded by magnificent flowers, plants as well as trees. Yet the lake has an ethereal feel to it, it is so secluded and so far away from Na'vi life, but so close to Eywa and the life she provides. There is just enough light mowing through the trees to sense the differences the sun follows through the day, allowing you to keep track of the time. You dismount your ikran, caressing her face as she turns to leave and explore this place herself. You put your hand on your woven bag as you find a rock that has just enough sun light, but allows you to rest your legs in the clear, lukewarm water of the lake.

In your bag you have packed materials to weave a new tops as well as some jewellery, which Tuk has been asking you to do for some time now. Kiri has been putting gems and stones into your bag for a few weeks; so to show my gratitude you've decided to make her a new necklace, a more decorative piece that can be worn on special occasions. You empty your bag on the rock you are sitting on and find yourself with a pile of blue, purple, green, orange and yellow stones, gems and other precious items. Purple is the colour that you correlate with Kiri; which leads you to the task at hand, sorting through the pile to find all of the purple items. As you begin to sort through the items, you sing part of my mothers songcord; passed down to you after she lost her life in the war. You have been adding new parts to her songcord; the end of her life ended when home tree collapsed.

You softly hum the melody of your mothers songcord, as you continue to sort the beads oblivious to Neteyams arrival. You have almost sorted all of the little purple treasures at this point, your soft humming blossomed into singing the final chorus and stanza of your mothers songcord; a tear rolls down your cheek as you recall her final moments. Your focus is on the song now, preserving any memory of her that you can within the melody. You come to a close, still in a haze, deep in thought about the messages within her songcord. You were drawn out of your  trance like state  when you feel three squeezes on your left bicep; a silent hello from the boy, whom decided to sit next to the pile of treasures, leaving a small distance between the two of you.

"Hey 'Teyam," you slowly turn to look at his sweet gaze,  "hi y/n, is everything okay?' He looks back at you, worry paints his face. "Everything is fine; I promise." Your gaze turns back to sorting the little treasures by colour, purple has been completed so you decide turn my attention to the blue treasures in the pile. Neteyam picks up on this little task, and joins, deciding to sort through the yellow items in the pile, admiring every little treasure before placing them neatly into a pile next to his thighs. "why are we sorting these?" he turns his gaze to you as you continue sorting the blue items. "I want to make some jewellery for Tuk, Kiri and myself." you hum contently, slowly shifting your gaze to Neteyam, who has turned his focus back to the pile. "What colours are for Kiri and Tuk?" he examines a yellow item, but decides to put it by itself, separately away from the bigger pile of yellow items. "Purple is for Kiki, Tuk will get an amalgamation of all of the colours, and I think that I will take the blue for myself, maybe with some yellow accents." you look to my small pile of blue items, smiling silently as you begin to think of designs for your crafts. "Can you make me something with the yellow things?" Neteyam questions, his tail wavering nervously as he wiggles his toes in the lake beneath him. "Sure, what are you after? Want a new arm band?" You look to his arm, seeing the old arm band; Neteyam has worn this specific one on this bicep for the past 4 years now, it is beginning to look quite tattered, and the beads have begin to all look the same colour as one another. 'He is most definitely in need for a new one' you think to yourself

"That would be wonderful, y/n, I really appreciate it," He states as he continues to sort the items, "but I do have a request." You turn to look at him, your ears perk up, a request? You think, 'what would that request be?' your tail flicks in anticipation, "I found some things this morning that I would like to be woven into the arm band, if you don't mind." but before you  could answer, Neteyam has already stood up, jogging in the direction of his ikran.

Neteyam has a very delicate eye, so whatever he presents to you, you are certain that they will be precious. Neteyam returns with a fistful of item, "here," Neteyam gestures for you to open your hand, "I found them all this morning, I was going to drop them at home but, I am now glad that I did not." He huffs as he gently transfers the items from his hand to yours. You examine all of the items that are in my palm, they are all so beautiful. One item catches your gaze, "Can I see this one a bit closer?" you ask Neteyam for permission to see a specific thing he collected; he looks down at you, "sure, do as you wish." He grunts as he sits down, the cold stone making contact with his warm skin. You examine the little stone, it's a beautiful yellow colouration; making you think of one of you favourite sights to see. "Teyam, can I steal this one?" You hold up the stone for him to see, his ears twitch and his face shows a slight expression of sadness, "I'll let you have it," he begun, making you happy to hear that you can use it, but question his terms, "but, you have to tell me why you like that one best." He wanted to know what drew you to choose the stone, so then he can look for more in the future. "Hm, I don't know, kinda reminds me of your eyes a little bit." You say without a thought, as it was true, the stone did make you think of his eyes. You saw this as giving Neteyam a harmless compliment, you often gave compliments to boost his self esteem, something that is seldom done in Na'vi culture.

Neteyams look falters for a second, as if he didn't hear you correctly when I spoke. "what did you say?" Neteyam scoffed back, unsure if he was amused or not, you simply stated "you heard me.." you trailed off at the end of your sentence, feeling a tad embarrassed by the whole situation you have put myself in. "It remind you, of my eyes, so you want to have it?" His lips begin to form an upturned smirk, as he begins to realise what you actually said. "Yeah and? Can I not have something that reminds me of you?" you begin to become annoyed, why weren't you allowed to have something that reminds you of a dear friend? what is so wrong about it? "Nothing, but then, can I have this stone?" Neteyam points to the stone in your hair.

"Why? Why do you wish to have it? You know I always put it in my hair!" you become confused by his request; as you have worn this specific stone in your hair for years, you are never seen without it. "It will remind me of you," he places his hand on your left cheek, rubbing his thumb ever so slightly, "as you want something to remind you of me. It is only fair I have something that reminds me of you." His gaze catches yours, his honey eyes catch the light of the sun through the trees; they are glowing.

"Whatever, do as you wish." you say in a relaxed manner, but you feel slight a heat creep up your face. You go to bat his hand from off of your face, but instead he insists that it is to stay.

"You know, I like you.." Neteyam looks down at you, his breath catching at the end of his sentence; awaiting a response. You look back at him, your head hurting with all of the thoughts that cross my your mind. "Huh?" Is the only sound that seems to escape your mouth. "I like you, more than a friend," Neteyam takes a sharp inhale, "I just thought I'd let you know, as I will be wearing your hair bead and everyone knows that it's yours.. so.. I thought I'd let you know that I like you.." Neteyams voice becomes quiet at the end of his sentence; was this the right thing to say in this moment?

You take a deep breath in trying to collect your thoughts, "you know," you pause and tilt your head up to meet his gaze, "I kinda like you too a little bit," you smile at him, his face contorts from worry to a soft happiness and calmness "but only a tiny little bit." you exaggerate, raising your hand and making a pinching motion, causing both of you to share a laugh.

"So what now?" Neteyam looks down at you, his gaze not shifting. "I'm not sure, but I like this." you look back up at him, you both knew that there was some sort of thing beyond friendship between you now; though you never knew the feeling was mutual until this point in time. You guess these things happen for a reason but we both know that  nothing will ever replace this feeling or sense of home.

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i hope yall enjoyed :) hopefully ill post every now and then if people like this one :,], let me know what you think in the comments please and thank you~

#neteyam x reader #neteyam #y/n fics #neteyam sully #atwow neteyam #avatar the way of water #fanfiction #one shot #fem reader #friendship #pandora #avatar #atwow #cute neteyam #neteyam te suli tsyeyk'itan #neteyam x y/n

[wandasslut3000]

LoveQuinnxFem!reader

A/n: this is technically my first fic in tumblr but please feel free to check out my works on Wattpad, my user is Idkimjbored2. Anyways I know this isn’t a Wanda fic but I’ll see if y’all like this one before I post more on here :)

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You and your wife have just come home for the evening, your daughter at her grandmother's for you to spend some alone time together.

As much as you love your child, you missed the times where you and Love would spend hours in bed, worshiping each other and making one another feel like the perfect partner.

"God I missed you so much." You mumble, practically pouncing on her in the foyer. Grabbing onto the collar of her blouse and pulling her into a hot kiss.

Love squeals in surprise but doesn't hesitate to kiss back, tapping on the back of your thighs as a signal for you to jump.

She presses you against the wall as you both gasp into the kiss, Love's hands moving to grip your ass. You whine feeling the hardness in her pants.

She's packing.

You wrap your arms and legs around her body as she kisses down your neck, tailing down your body with her red lipstick staining your skin.

"Up-upstairs." You practically moan as she drags her tongue up the column of your neck and bites at your left earlobe. "Yeah?" Her eyes are dark, full of lust.

"Mhmm." Her hand reaches to smack your ass before setting you down. "I want you on the bed, on your back, stripped from top to bottom, understand?" Her finger trailing down your jaw all the way down the column of your throat and down to your collarbone.

"Yes Love." Her head tilts, her hands moving to wrap around your neck and tightening her grip around it. "Yes ma'am." You squeeze out.

"There's my good girl." Her lips are so close to yours, you look down at them, wanting to kiss her so badly, her hand on your neck keeping you from doing so. Her eyes dart between yours as she leans closer, your lips are practically almost touching as she teases you with a smile.

Her grip on your neck falters as she backs away with that sinister smirk of hers. "Go upstairs, do as I said. Now." Her hand goes through her hair as she seductively bites her lips.

You whimper and do as she says, another smack on the ass as a parting gift as you went up the stairs, turning to look at her at the last step to see her already staring back at you.

You make it down the hall and into your shared bedroom, closing the door as you bring to strip yourself, ridding yourself of your bra and panties, obeying her commands.

Flipping on the lamp and closing the curtains, you set yourself down on the bed, rubbing your thighs together in hopes of relieving the heat you feel down there.

You hear footsteps approach and watch the door open as your beautiful wife walks in. A large flesh colored dildo attached to the harness on her hips. She had already rid herself of the constricting fabric that was her clothes and was left wearing nothing but the toy.

You practically moan at the sight, her bare nipples slightly hardened from arousal or the contrast of the air on her skin. Her pupils are dilated. "So obedient."

She walks toward the bed and starts to crawl towards you, you lean up and grab her by the face, pulling her into an another kiss, this time slower, deeper, more passionate.

Your hands move further into her hair as you felt her hand slide to your clit, a lone finger rubbing against the small cluster of nerves. Your mouth falls open as you let out a strangled gasp, your hips bucking against her as she watches your face contort in pleasure.

"Yeah? You like that baby? Now say 'I like it Love'" She whispers, almost liked she's telling you a secret. You nod frantically. "Mhmph- mhmm, I like it Love, fuck I like it so much!" Her mouth fell open along with yours, mocking your gasp of pleasure, teasing your lips with her tongue, Love smiles darkly at you. You're getting out of breath, pussy clenching around nothing as you feel your orgasm approach.

She pulls her finger away and you practically cry, your hips shooting straight upwards and your head flying back into the pillows in disappointment, making her press your waist back down. "Please! I need you, need you to touch me- oh!" You practically scream as she lines up the dildo to your entrance and slams in it in one thrust, not evening you any time to adjust to its decent size.

Your legs move to wrap around her back as your hands wrap around her shoulders. Her hips start to jerk upwards as she began to fuck you with the toy. Her lips attack yours for a moment, biting hard and pulling your bottom one back with her teeth, tearing the skin on your lip and making it bleed.

You let out a noise between a whimper and a moan, pulling her closer against you till you could practically feel the cock in your stomach. Your eyes rolling in the back of your head as you see stars.

"Oh my god, yes! Yes, yes, fuck yes! Baby! Holy shit- you're so good at that..." You're babbling, your mind practically gone to mush as Love brings her finger back to your clit, kissing down your neck, some of the blood on your lip that strained hers painted it's trail down your skin.

Her head dips down as she marks your chest. "Tell me how much you love me." She mumbles against your skin, taking a nipple into her mouth and pulling another strangled gasp out of you.

More of the blood trails from your lips and you hardly pay it to mind, your brain trying to string together words as you feel yourself almost scream at the closeness of your release.

"Fuck- I love you, I love you so much Lovey, you're so so good to me."

Your eyes roll into the back of your head as you cum. Your legs trembling around her as you feel her thrusting harder — if that's even possible — as she chases her own climax.

"There you go, such a good girl for me." Her movements halt as her whole body becomes overtaken by white hot pleasure, her orgasm crashing through her in waves.

Her thumb moving to wipe the blood from your lip, smiling deviously as she took the digit into her mouth and sucked it gently.

#love quinn #love quinn x reader #lovequinnxfemreader #wlw post #wlw ns/fw #smut #you #y/n fics #saphic

[aliorsboxostuff]

dont you just LOVE it when the fic doesnt specify what gender the reader is and when you open it

ITS FEM .

mmm thanks so much girlie you could've put a second of your time specify it as a fem reader BUT YOU DIDNT AWWW THANKS.

#male reader #y/n fics #female reader #expressing my frustrations here

[prentiss-theorem]

Finding My Peace with You

Cooking lesson doesn’t go as planned

Pairing: Melissa Schemmenti x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Panic Attack, Alcohol Abuse, Past Abusive Relationship (lemme know if I missed anything)

Genre: Fluff/Angst/Fluff

Word Count: 1700+

A/N: felt angsty today, sorry not sorry.

Falling for Melissa Schemmenti was easy.

She was the first teacher to approach you when you started working at Abbott Elementary a few months ago. You were the new history teacher, now sharing your duties with Jacob, and you still felt a little out of place. It started with casual conversations during lunch, soon after which the redhead invited you to sit with her and Barbara at their usual table of the breakroom. 

Not so long after that, much to Janine’s despair, Melissa invited you to join the two older teachers in one of their favourite restaurants instead of having the lunch at school. With time, the two of you started walking each other to your corresponding classrooms, taking turns on who was walking who every day. And as the weeks passed the two of you grew closer to each other. You loved Melissa’s company, she made you feel comfortable around the other teachers and always made sure you were included, for which you were eternally thankful. This school routine quickly progressed into the two of you hanging out outside of the work hours, movie nights at either of your places were at least a weekly occurrence. 

You couldn’t help falling for her, deeper and deeper with every exchanged word, with every look. You adored the soft side of her, the one she doesn’t show to many people. But she allowed you in and you knew that under this badass shell there is a big softie. You loved the way she was with her students, the way she cared about every single one of them and would go above and beyond to ensure the best quality of their education. 

And Melissa couldn’t help falling for you either. She had a particularly soft spot for you, always saving you a seat at the weekly assembly that you would inevitably be late to. Each time she cooked she would make some extra, just to save it and bring it for you the next day. 

One particular evening she finally gathered the courage to ask you out on a date, a real one this time. Not just a movie night ending in a sleepover. She took you to one of her favourite Thai restaurants, the woman always said that no Italian restaurant in the area would come anywhere close to her cooking, so she opted to stay away from them. And you, of course, didn’t protest. The evening was perfect, almost as perfect as her, the two of you chatted for hours, about everything and anything. Shortly after you made the relationship official between the two of you, still wanting to keep it somewhat private, away from the school gossip. 

*** 

As the cold winter day started reaching its end, filling Philadelphia with darkness, you and Melissa prepared to make dinner together in the redheads sacred kitchen. You have been dating for a few months now and most of your evenings were spent together. 

It didn’t take long for your girlfriend to realise just how bad of a cook you were, and it seemed that she has taken it upon herself to teach you the “Italian secrets” of cooking passed down in her family from generation to generation. Tonight, Melissa was teaching you how to make her signature lasagne. She would always emphasise that the secret to a good lasagne was a homemade pasta, which you couldn’t argue with, after all her lasagne was the best one you’ve ever had. 

You watched older woman expertly chop garlic, explaining to you the secrets behind the technique and you couldn’t help it but feel a sense of awe. You have always been intimidated by cooking, but you adored the way Melissa made it seem so effortless and all the patience she had for you.  

She of course noticed your hesitation when it was your turn to chop a few cloves, she smiled at you warmly as she gently guided your hands “Don't worry, cara," she said "Cooking is all about love and passion. You just need to feel it in your heart."

“But what if I don’t” you chuckled as you turned your head towards Melissa.

“You will sweetheart, trust me on this one” she replied as she placed a gentle kiss on your cheek. “Here, keep going and I’ll just pour myself some wine.”

Your body tensed up as the last words left her mouth, your chest tightening as the anxiety slowly started creeping in. 

Deep down you knew that you were safe around your girlfriend, that she would never hurt you. But you couldn’t help the overwhelming fear that had you in a spiral at every brief mention of alcohol, because you knew all too well what it makes people capable of.

You never told Melissa about your past experiences, the hell one of your ex’s put you through. It didn’t seem important and you didn’t want to let it have any more control over you. Despite it being over 3 years, the wounds you were left with did not heal yet, the scars being constantly picked at by everyday conversations you’ve had with your friends. 

You tried your best to keep it in you, continuing to chop the garlic with your shaking hands. 

“Would you like some too?” Melissa said cheerfully as she started pouring the red liquid into a very fancy looking wine glass. 

“Hm… no I’m okay” you replied with a slightly shaking voice “um Mel, I think I’m gonna go get some fresh air” you whispered as you dropped the knife onto the chopping board and sped out of the room. You felt your eyes fill with water as you opened the back door and stepped into the backyard. Despite the cold winter air hitting your body it was increasingly harder to breathe. 

Melissa knew something was wrong as soon as she heard your reply, but you were out of her sight before she could ask what was wrong.

The second you were outside you couldn’t keep your tears in any longer, letting them fall down your cheeks as you tried to catch your breath. You stood by the wall, trying to keep yourself standing as your head became dizzy from the lack of oxygen. 

This is when you felt Melissa’s gentle hands wrap around your waist trying to hold you up right. You frowned at the initial contact, but the softness of her touch allowed you to begin to relax in her embrace. She pulled you towards her, strong yet gentle arms providing you with the comfort you needed in the moment. You wrapped your arms around her tightly as you buried your face in the crook of her neck.

“I’m sorry” you whispered as your embrace around the woman tightened. 

“Shh it’s okay baby, there is nothing to apologise for” her gentle voice sounded through the silence of the evening “I’ve got you y/n/n, you’re safe” at those words you let out a quiet sob, you tried to take a few deep breaths to calm yourself down.

The two of you stayed like that for a few more minutes, neither of you wanting to let the other one out of the safety of this moment. You decided to head back into the house when you felt Melissa shivering, not wanting to be the reason your girlfriend gets a cold. You sat down on the couch as Melissa handed you a glass of water, before joining you and pulling you into the security of her body she knew you needed.

“Would you like to talk about that?” she asked, gently stroking your hair as you lied on her chest. You took a few deep breaths before gathering the courage to answer her.

“I don’t know what happened” you murmured, looking up at her, into her big, green eyes. “Usually, I know how to manage it, just when you mentioned the wine today a lot of bad memories came back flooding my brain and I couldn’t escape them”

You proceeded to tell Melissa everything, detailing all the memories that were brought back to you. The fear you felt every time alcohol was mentioned, the fear that had you unable to move as you were awaiting the inevitable, when you knew alcohol was involved. And what it left you with, or without.

“Oh darling, why didn’t you say anything before?” Melissa whispered back as she placed a gentle kiss on the top of your head and tightened her hold of you “I wouldn’t have done that if you said anything”

“I didn’t want to inconvenience you” you chocked out, tears freely falling from your eyes as you weren’t even attempting to stop them at that point. 

“Honey, you never inconvenience me, especially not with something like this” she said as she smiled at you softly. You started to get calmer as Melissa’s hands held you close to her, your head resting on her chest. The sound of her heartbeat sounding in your ears, allowing your body to relax. You stayed like this for another hour or so, making some meaningless conversations as the redhead stroked your hair.

“I’m sorry Mel” you said softly after a few minutes of silence “I feel like I ruined our evening”

“y/n/n, you didn’t ruin anything” Melissa replies as she started to slowly lifting the two of you off of the couch “come on, we don’t need to have another cooking lesson today, I can finish everything off and you can be my cute sous chef”

“That’s a very nice upgrade from a spatula holder” you chuckled as you grabbed her hand and headed towards the kitchen. Right before you managed to grab your favourite kitchen utensil from the counter Melissa pulled you back into another hug.

“I love you y/n.” she whispered into your ear as your arms wrapped tightly around her “Thank you for sharing everything with me today, I can’t imagine how hard it must have been for you.” she added as she kissed your forehead. “You’re safe now and I promise I will never, ever hurt you.” 

Falling for Melissa Schemmenti might have been easy, but loving Melissa Schemmenti was even easier.

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PART ONE

There’s a sense of calm in the stifling Texas air today. All of the kids are off of school for the summer, and people are enjoying the crisp sun rays on their dewy, hot skin. You notice that the excitement for the state fair is palpable, easily picking up on the feeling from the young teens who pass you by on the sidewalk.

It wasn’t too long ago that you yourself were in high school, ecstatic for summer vacation, and a well-earned break from the misery of the education system. School was never for you. It wasn’t that you were inept or lazy, but that the other students were insufferable. It was hell going through school, and it was all because of who your dad is.

Not only is your dad the mayor of Austin, Texas, but he’s also one of the wealthiest people in the state. Your parents always wanted you to go to public school so that you could have a normal education and have a ton of friends, but the second everyone made the connection with your last name, you were doomed.

Luckily, they never forced you to go to college. You were able to secure your spot as your dad’s secretary, and making decent money doing it, too. Truthfully, it frustrates you to be in such close proximity with him all day. It’s not that you don’t love your dad, you do. You just wish you had an actual relationship with him.

The two of you never did normal father-daughter stuff, or even spent much time together growing up. It was always helping him prep for a campaign, or him just talking about his job. It’s always seemed like he cares way more about his job than you, and your relationship suffered because of it.

You’ve never brought this to your dad’s attention, and part of the reason is because you’re scared he won’t even care if he knew. You’re just happy to have a relationship with your mom. She’s like your best friend. And since you didn’t have many growing up, it was nice to be close to her.

As you’re leaving the office to head to your car that is parked a bit out of the way, you notice a few ambulances passing by, the blaring sirens and blinding red lights startling you to the point where you hop back off of the sidewalk. The trucks are nowhere near you, but the sudden burst of noise gave you an unsettling feeling in the pit of your stomach.

You can’t help but watch them as they travel to their destination, praying that they’re not turning towards anybody that you know or love. It alleviates some anxiety as you watch them continue down the long road, knowing that the few people you do care about, live closer than to where they’re going.

You’ve just recently moved out of your parent’s house into your own, and it’s been freeing, yet terrifying. The stillness of the house at night, along with the random creaks and pops that you haven’t familiarized yourself with, leave you so uneasy, that it’s hard to sleep sometimes.

It’s only been a week at this new house, and while it’s beautiful and lovely, it feels painfully empty. You haven’t gotten around to going to a local shelter to adopt a cat or dog, simply due to the fact that you work five days a week from nine to five. An animal deserves to have someone around more often than that, in your opinion, and you don’t want them to go from being at a shelter and alone, to being in your home, alone.

There is a perk to this new house, though, and while you know it’s demented of you, you can’t help but feel giddy every time you see the black pickup truck in the driveway next to yours. Next door to you is your dad’s best friend, Joel Miller, and his daughter, Sarah. It was completely coincidental that this was the house that was the most fit for you, and just so happened to have your childhood crush living next door.

You know it’s wrong of you to have a thing for your dad’s best friend who is at least fifteen years older than you, but you know it’ll never amount to anything. He’s a kind man who loves his daughter more than anything in the world, and the fact that he’s extremely hot is just an added bonus.

He has a luscious head of black hair that is just starting to show a few sprinklings of gray in it. His body is fit, yet still thick and not at all lean. It’s his naturally tanned skin that always gets you, and the fact that it looks like the sun personally kissed him when he was born. Tie that all together with a handsome hooked nose, reminding you of a Greek god statue every time you see him. And that nose rests above an always groomed mustache and beard that has its own dash of subtle gray hairs in them.

If you were older and a different person entirely, you wouldn’t hesitate to go after this man. He’s been single for god knows how long, and you haven’t seen him with a woman since his wife died just after Sarah was born, when you were twelve.

Sarah herself is now twelve, going on thirteen in a few months. It’s strange how long ago being thirteen seems to you, but also how it’s like it was yesterday. In truth, you don’t miss your teen years in the slightest. All the awkward growth, hormones, and the question of sexuality was just plain stressful. But now it’s eleven years later, you’re twenty-four, and you’re living in your own house, with your own car, and pretty content with your life for the most part.

Pulling in to the driveway at home, you see Joel outside washing his truck. White streaks of soap cover the vehicle and your eyes are on Joel’s dampened gray shirt and dark blue jeans that he’s wearing beautifully on his perfect body.

It’s ridiculous how hard-up this man has you. He has no idea the sinful ideas you have in your filthy mind about him, or the fact that he could snap his fingers and you’d do whatever he commanded. You’re practically panting as you watch him stretch over the hood of his truck, the gray fabric of his shirt riding up, allowing you a glimpse at his side.

You shake your head, feeling like a creep just watching him do a completely innocent task. You step out of the car, the smell of soap instantly filling your nose as you walk up to your front door.

Joel takes notice of you and waves, putting his massive sponge down on the hood as he walks over.

You’re instantly nervous, feeling your blood pumping faster in time with his steps toward you.

“Hey,” you say smoothly, not at all sounding as nervous as you feel.

“Hi,” he grins, flashing that goddamn adorable smile that melts you every time. “I actually wanted to ask you about that barbecue your dad is having next week. Your dad said to be there at five, and I know how anal he is about that shit, but I have to bring Sarah to a friend’s house that night. Would he care if I was late? I’ve tried calling, but he hasn’t answered, as usual.”

“Oh,” you scoff, “yeah he never answers. I doubt he’d care, but I could always take Sarah if you wanted me to. I didn’t plan on going to the barbecue anyway.”

His straight black brows push together. “Why?”

Laughing a bit sheepishly, you briefly look down to your feet. “I’m just not feeling it. Those events are never fun for me. I’m always just sitting by myself in the corner while my parents schmooze with the town.” You frown, “And now my only buddy Sarah won’t even be there, so I’m definitely not going. She’s the only one who talks to me, when she goes.”

Joel chuckles, bringing a hand to your shoulder. His touch electrifies you. “Come on, I’ll talk to you. It’ll be weird if the mayor’s daughter isn’t there, right?”

You shrug. “I’d rather stay in bed, eat snacks, and watch a scary movie by myself.”

“Well, hey, if you still end up going after you take Sarah for me, I’ll be happy to see you.”

It warms your heart to hear him say that, and you can’t help the heat that’s made its way to your cheeks. “Thanks.”

“And thank you for taking her. It means a lot.”

“Of course. I love her. She’s the best.”

Joel looks back to his house, smiling fondly. “She is.”

You put your key into the lock, turning it before stepping in. “Just text me next week about what time and where the house is, okay?”

He nods. “Thank you again, y/n. You’re amazing.”

Smiling, you step inside, reluctantly closing the door on the face of the sexiest DILF you’ve had ever had the pleasure of knowing. There’s always that thrill when he’s near you, like you’re in high school again talking to your crush against the lockers while you do your best to be as feminine and alluring as possible.

Your phone buzzes from your purse and you pull it out, smiling when you see a text from Joel.

Joel

5:45pm

Taking Sarah to the fair tonight. Would you like to join us?

You’re not sure why, but your heart skips a beat at him asking you. Obviously it’s not a date, and he’s only asking because you’ll be home alone otherwise. But you know that you’d be an idiot to say no at an opportunity to spend time with him.

5:46pm

Sure. What time?

Joel

5:47pm

Gonna finish up dinner then be on our way. Probably 7.

5:48pm

Okay, I’ll see you there.

Joel

5:49pm

Would you like to just ride with me? You know, save the environment from carbon emissions and whatnot.

You audibly giggle.

5:50pm

Lol, sure. I’ll be ready.

You practically twirl around your living room like you’re the main character in a rom-com. There’s even a slight squeal that passes your eager lips at the scenarios running through your mind. Wouldn’t it be lovely to go on the Farris wheel with Joel; to be so close that your legs are pressed together? Maybe he’ll lean in and kiss you, and fireworks will pop above your heads, adding to the romance of the moment.

There’s nothing you wouldn’t give to have Joel return the feelings you’ve had for him since you were going through puberty, but you know that he’s not interested in someone so young. And the fact that his best friend is your dad would also definitely play a part in his lack of interest. He’s a powerful man, and there’s no doubt he’d be furious if anything were to ever happen.

Shaking your head, you push all of the mushy thoughts away, knowing that all they are are silly fantasies that can never be fulfilled no matter how hard you try to manifest them to reality.

It’s nearing seven o’clock, and you’ve fitted yourself into blue jeans, your black Keds, and a t-shirt with your favorite singer on the front. You obviously want to feel pretty around Joel, so you reapplied the makeup that was already on your face for work, touching it up and making it look cleaner. Your hair hangs loosely, even adding the extra effort to straighten it. You know it’ll frizz up because of the heat, but as long as it’s silky for a little bit, that’s all that matters.

Your stomach growls loudly. Because you were so focused on getting ready to see Joel, you didn’t leave yourself enough time to eat dinner. Of course you could always eat something at the fair, but deciding on what is the biggest issue. There’s always so many delicious choices, and you’re not sure which you’ll land on.

There’s a knock on your front door and you swing it open, seeing Joel in his same jeans as before, but with a different shirt on than the one he was cleaning his truck in. This one is nicer. It’s a red plaid shirt that has the sleeves rolled up above the elbows, and you can’t help but notice the fresh smell of his cologne.

“Hey,” you finally say with a smile. “Let me just grab my purse.”

You stretch behind the door to the coat rack where your tan purse hangs by its long strap. You toss it over your shoulder, turning and locking the front door behind you.

“I’m glad you decided to come with. Sarah is supposed to meet some friends there, so I’d just be the stray dad holding all the tickets and prizes,” Joel smiles down at you.

You can’t help but giggle beneath his intense brown-eyed gaze. “I’m glad you invited me. Would’ve been alone all night.”

He nods. “I know. Figured we could both use the company.”

Joel opens your door for you, and your inner imaginary version of you is doing cartwheels, confirming to herself that this is in fact a date. You brush her off, knowing she’s still over-thinking everything.

“Hi, y/n!” Sarah squeaks excitedly from the back seat. “I’m so glad you came.”

You turn, meeting the soft, wide hazel eyes of Joel’s beautiful daughter. “Me, too! I was telling your dad how bummed I am you won’t be my barbecue buddy next week.”

She giggles, flipping her curly hair behind her shoulder. “I’m sorry! My best friend is having a big sleepover and I didn’t wanna miss it.”

“Aw, no, I don’t want you missing out on that to hang out with me at some lame barbecue! That sounds like a blast.”

“I’m so excited,” she beams. “The first sleepover of the summer.”

Joel gets in with a slight grunt, looking to Sarah in the rear view mirror. “And I know not the last.”

“Nope.”

Joel and I both chuckle, the truck pulling away from my driveway as we head through the crowded streets towards the fair.

To no surprise, the place is jam packed with people of all ages, making it nearly impossible to find a parking spot. Joel manages to find one across the street at a baseball stadium, where a lot of other people are parked for the fair as well.

The three of you walk across the street, waiting for a safe clearing before you head towards the ticket booth at the entrance of the fair. Joel easily pays for the three of you, despite your wallet and cash being ready and in-hand.

“Joel,” you say gently, “you didn’t have to pay for me.”

He smiles, shrugging his shoulders. “Please, it’s not a big deal.”

Sarah looks up to her dad, her lit-up iPhone in her hand as she puts on her best puppy dog eyes. “Can I please go meet Stacy and Lilly now?”

Joel sighs. “Fine, but you keep me updated on your whereabouts, okay?”

She nods fervently. “I promise!”

He gives her a small kiss on the forehead before she’s on her way, scurrying off to be with her friends.

“Guess she doesn’t want me around this year,” he says with a small laugh, but it doesn’t hide the pain in his voice.

“Aw, Joel, don’t say that. Sarah loves you, and you’re an amazing dad. She’s just getting to that age where she’s not a kid anymore. She’ll be thirteen soon, right?”

He looks to you as he nods. “Jesus, yeah.”

“She’s lucky to have you, and she knows it. When I was thirteen, I barely saw my dad.”

His brows fix together with sorrow in his twinkling brown eyes. “Really?”

“Well, yeah. He was so focused on running for mayor and his campaigns,” you sigh. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to darken the mood,” your laugh lightens the air a bit.

“No, not at all. I just had no idea. I thought you two were inseparable, since you work for him and all.”

Your eyes shift to the dirt path in front of you, watching it as you continue to walk along it with Joel beside you. “We haven’t been close in a long time. He’s a bit self-absorbed.”

Joel snorts with laughter. “Well, I could’ve told you that.”

You both chuckle, and you decide to change the subject.

“So, how was your day? I was surprised to see you home so early.”

It’s clear that he gets your signal to switch the conversation, and he does it without a single fret to his words.

“Yeah, I was, too. It was slow today, actually. Normally, I’m not home until after the sun sets, but they didn’t need us as long today.”

“That’s good,” you grin wide. “I’m sure Sarah was happy to see you.”

His eyes soften as he nods. “She was.”

Joel works in construction, and that only adds to the rugged handsomeness that is this man. There’s callouses at the tops of his palms, as well as various small scars and scrapes on his hands and arms. You’re not sure if there’s anything about him that isn’t a complete turn on.

“See? She adores you. It’s okay if she wants to hang out with her friends. Don’t take it personally,” you nudge him gently.

He chuckles, nodding. “You seem to be very knowledgeable for someone who doesn’t have any kids.”

“Only telling you what I personally experienced as a female teen.”

Joel smiles, his eyes turning to look at the different food booths around. “Do you want something to eat? I can’t imagine I gave you enough of a warning to have dinner.”

Your stomach screams in response, pleading for the relief of food. “Oh, it’s not your fault. I was too busy winding down from work to eat. I’d actually love to get something, I’m just so indecisive.”

“Hmm,” he stops in the middle of the wide dirt path, tapping a long, tanned finger to his blackened beard. “Would you like a turkey leg?”

You shake your head as you laugh. “That sounds—messy.”

“So, what? I’m not judging you,” he smiles warmly.

“Maybe something simpler, like a pretzel.”

He gives you a disapproving look, his hands on his hips. “A pretzel for dinner?”

You roll your eyes as you smirk, not being able to help how hot you think it is when he gazes at you in that way. It’s probably your massive-sized daddy issues that have you squirming beneath his line of sight, but you don’t care. You’ll forever find this man to be as sexy as can be.

“Fine,” you quirk up a brow. “How about I’ll have a pretzel and we can share a funnel cake. Deal?”

Joel pats his stomach. “God, with this body? I really shouldn’t.”

“I promise that there’s nothing wrong with your body.” You say it before thinking, and you instantly advert your eyes away from him, continuing over your odd compliment. “Uh—the pretzel stand is over there,” you point, gesturing to it down the path with your head.

You both walk towards the stand, the smell of fresh, soft, buttery pretzels filling your nose and making your mouth practically water. There’s also a cinnamon-sugar pretzel near the window on display that has your stomach rolling over itself in almost agony.

Joel steps up to the window, pushing a five dollar bill towards the older gentleman in the stand. “Two salted pretzels, please.” He holds up his fingers in a peace sign.

The man nods, taking his money as Joel looks down to you with a victorious smirk.

“You’re annoying,” you laugh, shoving him with your elbow. “Why won’t you let me pay for anything?”

“Because I invited you. Just let me treat you and quit complaining about it.”

God. Even his playful assertiveness is sexy. He could do anything at this point and it would leave you weak in the knees. It’s not just what he says, it’s the sultry allure of his deep voice. It’s a soothing, gentle voice, but also powerful and manly. You’ve never heard him yell, but you know that it would knock you off your feet if you did. Just that thought alone tempts you to make him angry, just to experience firm, enraged Joel for your own wicked pleasure.

He hands you your pretzel, clicking his to yours as he bows his head slightly. “Cheers.”

You laugh, biting into the soft, fluffy flesh of the browned bread. The flaky salt hits your tastebuds with a delicious sting, making you salivate as you chew.

“Mmm,” you groan, “thank you, Joel. I’m starving.”

Joel’s eyes meet yours, giving you a small smile as his jaw flexes from his chewing. “You’re welcome. Now, to that funnel cake stand.”

You nod, walking down the path a bit to be instantly drawn in by the smell of decadent, fried batter. Joel bites at his pretzel again, briefly mesmerizing you with his mouth before you look to the funnel cake menu.

“Are you a chocolate or fruit woman?” he asks, pulling his bifold out again.

“Definitely chocolate, but there’s nothing wrong with both. What about you?”

Joel looks to you with a smirk, licking his lips free of salt. “Chocolate. But I was wondering if maybe we did one with chocolate sauce and strawberries on it.”

“God, you’re amazing,” you practically groan. “Yes. That sounds perfect.”

He chuckles as he nods, both of you waiting in line as you finish your pretzels. Joel takes your paper sleeve from you, smushing it with his as he bunches them together, tossing them in the nearest trash can.

You watch as he orders the funnel cake, enjoying how he’s taken charge of the evening. The thought that he might be doing this because he thinks of you like a daughter makes you suddenly feel sick, and you’re praying that he doesn’t. The fact that he said ‘woman’ and not ‘girl’ when asking if you prefer chocolate or fruit was comforting. It made you hope that he saw you as a exactly that; a woman.

His hand slips into his bifold to pull out another five dollar bill, stopping to gaze up at the menu again.

“Sorry, could you actually add a large lemonade to that, too, please?” he hands the guy a ten. “Thanks.”

“I love lemonade,” you smile wide at him, feeling how hot your cheeks have become.

“Me, too. I just know that I need something to drink after that pretzel, and I figured you did, too.”

You both move to the side so other people can order as you wait for your funnel cake to be finished.

“Thank you. You’re so nice to me, Joel.”

He chuckles. “And you’re nice to me. And Sarah, which means more than how you act towards me. You could hate my guts, but as long as you’re nice to my girl, that’s all I care about.”

His girl. God, what you wouldn’t give to be called that by him.

Joel stretches up to grab the funnel cake and lemonade from the woman who hands it to him, and the both of you find the nearest table to sit down at. He hands you a fork once you’re settled down into an old plastic folding chair at a splinter-inducing wooden table.

His fork crunches into the plastic plate as he stabs the dessert, his mouth stretching out in an ‘oops’ expression.

You can’t help but laugh. “It’s okay, these plates are cheap. If stuff gets everywhere, it gets everywhere,” you shrug.

Joel chuckles, pushing a pierced bit of the cake into his mouth. “God,” he chews, “yes, yes, yes.”

You take your own bite, savoring the sweetness of the chocolate, the strawberries, and powdered sugar. They all combine into a beautiful explosion of delectable sugar in your mouth, making you nod in approval.

“This is the best thing I’ve ever eaten,” you say, taking a bit more.

“Oh, I agree.” He gives you a half smile. “And thanks to you, I actually allowed myself to eat it. I never eat stuff like this anymore.”

You ruffle your brows. “Why?”

“Well, I’m about to be forty, and my metabolism isn’t the same as it used to be,” he chuckles. “I’ve already got the dad bod.”

“Dad bods are hot!” you blurt, watching as his eyes widen in surprise, and his eyebrows raise. “I just mean that—like—all dad bods are hot. Having a six pack isn’t the rage like it used to be. It’s dad bods.”

Joel laughs, his head turning down to the funnel cake as he continues to eat. He quickly drops his fork as he chews, pulling his phone out of his pocket.

“Sarah just texted me to tell me she’s going on one of the big rides. She sent me a picture, look.” Joel flips his phone around, and it’s a picture of a wide-eyed, over-exaggerated with fear, looking Sarah and a large ride behind her.

“She’s adorable,” you giggle. “I never rode those things as a kid.”

“Why not?” Joel asks, locking his phone and tucking it into his jeans again.

“I’m a pussy.”

He lets out a loud laugh, contagious enough to have you giggling along with him.

“Why don’t we go on some? We’ve got the bracelets,” he shimmies his wrist at you.

“Oh, god, Joel. I don’t know.”

“Come onnnn,” he drags out. “It’ll be fun. What’s the point of going to the fair if you aren’t gonna ride the rides?”

Rolling your eyes, you sigh, grinning from ear-to-ear. “Fine, but if I throw up, you’re not allowed to judge me.”

His eyes soften as he stands. “I already told you I’d never judge you.”

Joel gestures the rest of the funnel cake to you, but you turn it down, resulting in it being tossed into the trash. You’re both walking quicker than before, your feet carrying you to the ride where you lay against the side and it spins you in a fast circle.

“I will definitely throw up on that one!” you protest, anxiety clawing its way into your chest.

Joel hops in the very short line. “Are you really going to let my money for your bracelet go to waste?”

You glare at him as you cross your arms with a smirk on your lips. “Didn’t think you’d hold it over my head.”

“Well, now I am,” he teases.

The carney signals you guys forward, and you’re both running onto the ride, strapping yourselves against the padded wall directly beside each other. You can feel your heartbeat in your neck, and Joel looks to you as he guffaws.

“If you’re too scared, we can get off, y/n. It’s really okay.”

“No!” you say firmly, finding your courage. “This ride is my bitch.”

Joel cackles with you joining him.

Your hands are gripping the bars near your shoulders as the ride finishes being loaded up. You can hear it being geared up, the slow spin beginning. It’s nerve wracking waiting for it to get to full speed, but it only happens within a matter of seconds.

You’re spinning so quickly you feel like you’re going to fling through the open ceiling of the ride that you don’t dare to look up into. You know that if you turn your head anywhere other than up, you’ll be vomiting funnel cake and pretzel all over everybody in this ride.

The music in the ride is deafening, as are the mechanics and the wind whipping in your ears. Joel screams out beside you, and you decide to scream with him. Slowly, you turn your head, watching through your whipping strands of hair, his own hair being roughly pushed around by the wind.

The ride comes to a stop after what feels like forever, and Joel stumbles out of his space, tumbling to the ground and falling flat on his back.

“Oh, my god!” you cackle, releasing yourself from your seatbelt confines to stumble carefully over to Joel. You see about three different Joel’s from how completely dizzy you are.

“Ah, fuck. I’m too old for this, y/n,” Joel laughs hysterically, his eyes closed.

“Oh, shut up. You’re not old. Now, get up.” You hook your arm under his, slowly pulling him to his feet.

Your arms stay hooked as you both wobble out of the ride, Joel clutching the railings out of the ride for dear life.

“Give me a minute, I still feel like I’m spinning.” His laughter hasn’t stopped since you set foot on that ride.

Your equilibrium has mostly replenished, and you can’t help but laugh at Joel’s lack of steadiness.

He leans back off the railing after a few minutes, brushing his hair down with his palms. “Ah, I’m a mess.”

“You look fine, Joel,” you giggle, fixing your own hair as you wonder how fucked up it looks. “You still want to ride more rides?”

“Maybe just not as spinny,” he chuckles, finally starting to walk towards you. “Something easy.”

“What about the carousel?”

Joel nods. “Perfect. Let me catch my breath a little on those.”

You walk over to the ride filled with shiny, lavish horses all having a pole going through them. There’s only a few people ahead of you, mostly everybody waiting for the bigger, scarier rides.

Joel and you walk the steps, the ride wobbling a bit as everyone gets to their horse. You pick the one that’s your favorite color, and Joel is seated on a sparkly white one beside you.

“Beautiful,” you giggle.

Joel beams wide at you. “I happen to like my glittery horse, thank you very much.”

The funniest part about it all, is how a man so burly and masculine is giggling like a school girl on the back of a wonderfully feminine horse. You’re both laughing your heads off as the ride starts up, going in big, decently slow circles with your horses sliding up and back down easily.

There’s a bit of a jerk in yours, making you move suddenly forward towards the pole. Joel grips your pole, your head hitting the softness of his hand.

You’re amazed at his reflexes, and also his ability to detect you were going to fly forward.

“Wow, thanks, Superman,” you smile with a slight laugh.

“As soon as we started going, I could see that one was a bit wonky. Unlike my pretty glittery queen beneath me.” He uses his other hand to pat the ass of his horse.

Your horse juts forward again, making your forehead knock against Joel’s hand.

“God, I’m moving. This one is gonna kill me,” you say, quickly hopping off to go to the one on the other side of Joel.

His head turns as it follows you, his eyes examining the horse closely. “It seems good, I think.”

“Oh, yeah. This one is a lot smoother.” You quickly pull your phone out, pointing it to the mirror directly beside you. “Smile, Joel!”

Joel closes his eyes as he presents you with a big, toothy grin, and you giggle as you snap your picture in the reflection.

You examine the photo, laughing at the both of you. You turn your phone to show him and Joel belly-laughs.

“You’ve gotta send that to me,” he giggles. “It’ll embarrass the shit out of Sarah.”

Later, you’re both sitting down at the same table where you had your funnel cake, Joel having purchased another lemonade for you two to share. It brings you a slight thrill to know his lips were wrapped around the same plastic straw that you are currently sucking lemonade through.

You’ve had such a good night with him, that the inner imaginary you is actually starting to believe that you may still end up kissing on the Ferris wheel.

Joel pulls out his phone, standing up. “Okay, Sarah said one more ride and then she’s ready to leave. Let’s go win a stuffed animal.”

“Okay,” you beam, carrying the lemonade with.

He lands on a shooting game, and you have to shoot one hundred pellets into a target to break the bullseye out of the paper. If you do it, you get to pick any prize you want and take it home.

Joel holds the stationary rifle steady, leaning down a bit to keep his eye on the sights. The bullets shoot out quickly with a sharp whistling sound as they crash against the paper. Before he’s even finished with his full round of pellets, the middle of the paper falls down, Joel backing up and triumphantly holding his hands in the air.

“I’m the pellet god!” he cries, making you giggle like an idiot.

“Okay, you can pick your prize,” the younger-looking man says to him.

Joel gestures to you, looking to all the prizes.

Your eyes immediately land on the giant purple ape, pointing with a wide grin. The man climbs up and gets it down, the damn thing being as long as you. Joel takes it and hands it to you, your arms enveloping it into a huge hug.

You turn. “Thank you. I’m gonna name him Joel.”

“Oh, yeah? Do I look like an ape?”

You giggle, shaking your head. “Nope. It’s just because I like him so much.”

Joel smiles softly at you, his brown eyes gazing into yours. You feel weak in the knees by the way he’s looking at you, and you know that you’re reading too much into his gaze.

“Daddy!” you hear, the both of you turning to see Sarah. “Did you win me a stuffed animal?”

Joel looks to you, then back to Sarah. “Actually—”

“Yes, he did!” you beam, handing the gorilla to the little girl who can barely carry it. “But he said you have to name him Joel.”

Sarah hugs the stuffed animal tightly, smiling wide as she nods. “Thank you so much.” She puts the animal down briefly to give her dad a huge hug, his arms falling to wrap her up.

Your eyes are a bit bleary as you watch their moment, wishing that your dad would’ve given a damn enough about you to even take you to a fair.

Back at home, you say good night to Sarah as Joel pulls into his driveway. Sarah gives you a hug, then runs inside with her big stuffed animal clung to her side. Joel walks you to your door, peering down at you as you unlock it.

“That was sweet of you to give that to Sarah,” he says sweetly. “Thank you, y/n.”

“Oh, please. I’m sure it means more to her than to me.” Your body faces his. “Thank you for tonight. I had such a good time.”

“I did, too. I’m happy you came with.”

“Me, too.”

It’s quiet for a moment, and all you hear is the chirping of crickets and the buzzing of the cicadas.

“Anyway, good night, Joel.”

“Good night, y/n.”

You walk into your house, closing the door behind you as your back presses against it. Of course you wanted that gorilla, knowing that Joel won it for you, but you wanted Sarah to have it more.

Their relationship is so special and rare. You would kill to have your dad give you more than a passing glance in the last ten plus years. It makes you happy knowing that they will have a good relationship forever, and Joel will make sure of it because he loves her more than anything in the world.

***

#pedropascal #joel miller #tlou #the last of us #pedro pascal fic #joel miller fic #pedro pascal smut #joel miller smut #y/n fics #the last of us fic #smut #javier pena #javier pena smut

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Through the Motions

Pairing: Francisco “Catfish” Morales x Reader

Summary: You and Frankie decide to start a family. Regardless of your mental illness and the challenges it faces.

Warnings: Mental health, cussing, pregnancy, bit of angst, comfort, fluffff, pretty much sums it up

A/N: Sooo…. This would be my first fic I’ve ever actually put out for the entire world to read. I used to have several 5 subject notebooks full of fanfic for myself and my cousins to read cause they were the only ones I trusted with that part of my brain. 15 years later and here I am. I had 4 different friends read it before I posted. All of which gave amazing input and helped me with wording, grammar, punctuation, etc. I love you guys!!! @hessofather(knows all about mentally ill pregnancy cause she did that), @jay-zzle(Spanish expert), @bi-panda(help with grammar and punctuation) and Sarah(helped with wording, who needs to get a tumblr)

Special shout out to: @chloeangelic- Thank you for being so helpful to this newbie with your writing advice! You saw this fic before it became what it is now, hopefully it’s still as interesting as you thought it was to begin with @gracieispunk for just telling me to go for it! ❤️❤️❤️

HERE GOES IT! 🫣

Masterlist

At the time you felt like this was a good idea, that you were strong enough to handle it, that it would get better as time went on. Except now you’re not so sure.

*****

It was your idea first, trying for a baby and Frankie was ecstatic. You’d discussed kids before but it was always in a wishful way, too nervous to stop the meds to actually try. Late one night while in bed you decide to talk about it once more.

“What if you can’t handle my episodes?”

“Such as…” He asks moving on his side propping up his head with his fist.

“Well… I’m kinda, actually no, I’m crazy without meds. You haven’t had to experience that side of me but other people have. I had so much rage in me all the time, I would snap in an instant at the smallest of things, there were days I couldn’t even get out of bed. I almost lost my job at one point.” You say rubbing your face trying not to think of the past without meds. He moves your hands and cups your cheek turning your head towards him.

“Hey now, we don’t have to do this. It’s up to you. I’d love it if we could have a version of you and me out in this world but it’s not a necessity if you don’t want to. I’m still going to be here whether we decide to do this or not”

“Oh god, the manic episodes! I’ve gotten those under control finally because of the meds but the mania was almost just as bad as the depression! Sooo many bad decisions, honestly surprised I don’t have a kid already. Definitely had a rise in my labido during the manic episodes,” with widened eyes and a panicked look you start to back track “Sorry! I’m so sorry! I’m rambling now.”

“Shhh, we all have a past,” Frankie laughs, shaking his head, “If we’re being truthful here though- if we try for a baby that would be helpful, right?”

You laugh and roll your eyes.

“Yeah, I guess you got me there.”

*****

Thinking about it and doing it are two completely different things. The trying part was definitely fun and then it happened. Those two pink lines happened a lot faster than you were expecting. What now? You have to get off your meds. That’s what you have to do now. It’s really happening. There is now a life growing inside of you. You thought you were ready for this. Mentally trying to prepare yourself for the moment the meds had to stop, the pregnancy hormones and what they’ll do, the changes your body will go through, the mindset you’ll need to have going through this, so much to prepare for. Then the first slip up happens. It took 3 weeks, 3 weeks for the first incident to happen.

“Oh, I see!” You say gritting your teeth, “So I need to have supper ready for you when you get home? Like I’m some 50s fucking housewife?!”

“That’s not what I even said. All I asked was what are we having for supper? I did not mean what are YOU making for supper.” Frankie said as calmly as he could. He never thought his army training would help him in a situation like this. They teach you how to handle dangerous territories, hostile situations, survival, and so much more. But this? No one ever trains you for this. For a hormonal, mentally ill, pregnant lady.

You can feel your face hot from anger turning into one of embarrassment and shame instead. Your bottom lip begins to tremble. You realize your mistake immediately. Not sure if it’s the mental illness or the hormones rushing through your body. It all kinda feels the same right now. Frankie notices the change immediately and rushes towards you.

“Bebé, bebé, bebé,” He says quietly wrapping his arms around you, pushing your head into the crook of his neck. “It’s okay. You’re okay. We’re okay. We’ll get through this just like everything else. I’m here.”

“I hate this!” You sob

*****

Your entire pregnancy you feel as if you’re going through constant loops. The manic and depressive episodes coming in waves. You sense it before it happens, a lot like when you can smell rain before it starts. The only thing is when. When is it going to hit you? Will it be a depressive episode? Where you find it near impossible to even get up but you have to in order to make sure things are ready for this baby. Will it be a manic episode? Where you have so much energy it feels like you’re going to crawl out of your own skin but also in a way beneficial because you can get so much ready for the nursery. Will it be one of sadness, anger, anxiousness? What will it be and can you make yourself stop it? Doubtful, you never can, just like now.

**9 months later**

He plops down at the kitchen table sighing. The baby has finally gone to sleep. After 2 hours of crying there is finally silence.

“What‘s wrong?” Frankie asks

“I don’t know.” you sigh, putting the last bottle in the dish rack to dry.

He can tell something is wrong by your actions. The way you’ve been rigid. You’re so stiff. You’re so tense. You feel on edge about every little thing.

The baby is crying. Needs changed again. The baby is crying. Needs fed again. The baby is crying. Needs soothed again. The baby is crying. When is there time to sleep? So over-stimulated it’s almost too much to bear.

It’s only been 2 weeks since the baby arrived and you’re back on meds finally. As with all things though, it takes time.

“What’s wrong? Hermosa, please tell me.” he asks again

“It’s just one of those days.”

One of those days, the hatred for yourself you feel. Am I a good mom yet? Am I doing everything that needs done? Is there anything I missed? I have to be perfect on the outside. Why am I NOT perfect on the outside? Can I even pretend to be perfect? The internal battle is almost too much. You don’t want to look at him. You don’t want him to see how much your mind is making you suffer because he will see it, he always sees it now.

“Baby, please talk to me!” He pleads

You push yourself off the kitchen sink and finally turn around wrapping your arms around yourself and you know he sees it. Your mind starts racing. He thinks you’re a failure. He wants to give up on you. He doesn’t want to deal with you anymore.

He gets up and takes a step closer, you take a step back. Not ready for the comfort, the consoling, the pity party to ensue. He grabs you before you can get too far away.

“You're an amazing momma. Don’t sell yourself short!”

“Hold on,” You start to remove yourself from him, “I need to get the hamburger out for supper tomorrow.”

He furrows his brows letting you go and sighs, “Will you sit down, please?”

Reluctantly you sit down and your mind starts racing and panicking again. Why does he want me to sit? Why did he sigh? Is he mad at me? Did I do something wrong?

The baby monitor goes off and you start to get up again

“Stop, sit. I got this. Stay here.”

So you sit. You sit at the kitchen table with your mind spiraling and wondering what to expect next. Can he change the diaper? Can he make the bottle if the baby needs feeding? Can he soothe the baby to go back to sleep? What does the baby need?

You hear the crackle of the monitor

“Momma is so tired, isn’t she? She needs a break sometimes. She takes such good care of you while I’m at work.“ the baby starts to wail louder, that must be the getting diaper changed cry, “Oh yes, I know mi vida, it’s so cold and momma does it better but daddy is here and can do it too.” Low and behold you are correct!

The baby stops crying. Soothed for now. Who knows how long it’ll be before they’re awake again. Frankie comes back to the kitchen.

“Mi amor, we should get to bed.”

You nod while he grabs the baby monitor then your hand, in a daze you let him lead you to the bedroom. He helps you change your clothes for the first time in three days. Frankie grabs your brush, he gently brushes til the knots are out of your hair and he puts it in a bun the way you like. He grabs you around the waist and guides you into the bed. Laying there together, he’s whispering words of praise to you, “Eres hermosa, you’re a good momma, you’re perfecto for me and our baby” placing soft kisses to your neck with each phrase, and then you hear his soft snoring. With silent tears falling down your face you finally start to drift off to sleep, you suddenly remember you forgot the hamburger meat. You try to move but with Frankie’s warmth and tight grip surrounding you you easily give up, guess there is always tomorrow.

#pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal fanfiction #frankie morales #frankie catfish morales #reader fic #i’m new to this #be kind #white girl doing Spanish #angst #comfort #fanfic writing #fanfiction #fanfic #fluff #pedro pascal #y/n fics

[jaylienpotter]

Fun fact!

When reading Y/N fics, I never picture myself. I usually use my oldest OC, since she's no longer a part of any of my books.

Her name is Kate Mcffyn, and her nickname is Muffin (because it sounds like her last name). If I get to choose her Hogwarts House, she's a Gryffindor. She has medium light skin, long straight brown hair and brown eyes - quite average.

Funnily enough, she was originally created for a Harry Potter fanfiction I wrote for myself at 11 (never published).

#oc #y/n fics

[angelsanarchy]

One Long Weekend: - Clyde/YN One-Shot Series CH 07

"You guys make a cute couple." "Shut up...wait you think so?"

Tagging: @roryculkinluvr @siriuslymooned @cc-luvr @crypticsewerslut @icarus-star @desert-springtime @shady-the-simp

SATURDAY, 5PM

"Are you sure this is okay? I can try and get a cheap room for the night-" Y/n was embarrassed that her roommate put her in this position but she was also incredibly flattered that Clyde stepped up to take her in for the weekend.

"Seriously, I was trying to figure out a way to get you to hang out longer so really this just all worked out in my favor." Clyde smirked.

"You'll tell me if you get tired of me right? I mean I don't want to impose." Clyde laughed and looked over at her.

"Would it make you feel better if I invited you? Y/n would you please camp out with me in my shit apartment for this long weekend so I don't have to spend it with a bunch of idiots who barely shower and eat all the food?" Clyde's formal invite made her smile.

"Besides, I really enjoy your company." Clyde tried to hide his blush but there was no way his long hair could cover the crimson blotches on his cheeks holding out his hand to help her out of the van. She smiled before taking his hand. She didn't let go of his hand as they walked into the building. Clyde felt like there was poprocks in this stomach as they walked hand in hand through his front door and paused seeing there were people inside.

"FINALLY! We've been texting all day! Johnny said you abandon them." Snow said walking towards them. Y/n dropped Clyde's hand unsure of who she was standing in front of and Snow noticed.

"Hi! I'm Snow, this is Lola!" They both smiled sweetly and Y/n returned it.

"Hi! I'm y/n. It's nice to meet you." She said shyly.

"Y/n is hanging out for the weekend so don't make me regret giving you guys free reign on my place." Clyde tossed the bag on the couch and Snow rolled her eyes.

"As if you could get rid of us." Snow shoved his chest playfully. Y/n wasn't sure of what to make of the vibes she was picking up from the two of them. Lola was pretty quiet but very friendly, remarking at how beautiful y/n was and playing with her hair while Snow and Clyde had a sidebar.

"You let us know if you need anything. Clyde doesn't keep a lot of feminine products here but we got you girl!" Lola bumped her shoulder into y/n's shoulder.

"So what do you two have planned for tonight? You're going to the show tonight right?" Snow asked Clyde who immediately looked at Y/n.

"Did you want to go watch Johnny's band? I mean you did get them the gig." Clyde shoved his hands in his pockets.

"Ohhh! You're the girl Clyde stalks! Johnny said you finally talked to her!" Snow gripped Clyde's arm.

"You know when you actively stalk someone, you're not supposed to tell people. I mean in the event someone murdered me, you would be the first suspect." Y/n joked making Clyde shake his head.

"Can we all stop referring to her as the girl I was stalking? Does anyone care about my self preservation?" Clyde asked and collectively the girls answered with a resounding no or shaking their heads.

"It's much more fun to watch you squirm." Y/n winked at him. He chuckled and Snow looked between them seeing how sweet her friend was for this girl.

"I'm down for going to the show but I don't think I really have anything to wear-" Lola cut Y/n off.

"OH DRESS UP! I love it! We can get you ready!" Lola ran over and grabbed a big bag off the floor by the front door.

"Oh..okay well can I use the bathroom first?" Y/n asked and Lola followed her to the bathroom. Snow hung back and pulled Clyde aside.

"You guys make a cute couple." Snow tried to tame her excitement.

"Shut up...wait you think so?" Clyde was typically oblivious to how women viewed him but Snow had known him in high school before they both dropped out. He was a shy skater who didn't really approach a lot of people, specifically girls but he had a lot of traits that would make for a really great boyfriend.

"Yes! She's clearly sweet on you Clyde! I'm proud of you for stepping up and actually asking her out." Clyde closed his eyes.

"Yeah I didn't...It just sort of happened? I mean her roommate is having a romantic lady weekend and sort of kicked her out but she stayed here last night. I'm just not sure how I can keep this going without fucking it up or making it weird." Clyde's insecurities wasn't something he let a lot of people in on. These two were friends from way back and she had seen him cry sitting outside gym class before after getting turned down. She told him she would take that to the grave.

"Just keep it light! The show will be fun and we'll probably come back here later tonight. We can hang out too if you need back up." Snow was trying to hype Clyde up just as Lola and Y/n emerged from the bathroom. Y/n had borrowed a lace crop top that supported her curves nicely and a faded pair of black jeans with the knees ripped out. She had pulled her hair back just slightly and keep her makeup light which Lola tried to fight her on.

"Damn girl! You look sexy as hell!" Snow grabbed her hand and spun her around.

"Thanks. I guess its better than what my roommate left me with." Y/n tossed her bag next to Clyde's nightstand and he tried to snap out of it when she looked at him. He didn't comment on how she looked, just dug his hands in his pockets.

The four of them got in the van and headed towards the club from last night to see the band perform. Y/n brought her camera with her to shoot some photos for herself. She hadn't actually taken photos that she actually wanted to take in a long time. She snapped a few photos of Lola and Snow in the back of the van, some of Clyde while he was driving, making sure to cover his hearing aid with his hair before putting his hand up to stop her playfully trying to get a close up. They walked into the club and Clyde spotted Johnny backstage tunning up his guitar. He gave him a shout and Johnny nodded acknolwedging their arrival.

Clyde looked over at Y/n and saw she had her arms wrapped around herself. He shrugged his hoodie off and held it out to her. She gave him a soft smile pulling it on and making sure to put her mouth up to his good ear.

"Thank you! I was worried I would offend the girls if I grabbed a coat but I get cold easy." Clyde felt a shiver run down the back of his neck from her breath on his neck.

"They wouldn't have cared. They're pretty chill." Clyde leaned into her space so she could hear him. Once Johnny got on stage, the building rumbled with drunken patrons and fans. Y/n pulled her camera up and started snapping shots of the band as they played, bobbing her head slightly enjoying the sound.

Clyde stepped around her and told her to keep her eyes on him. She laughed unsure of what he was talking about but the moment he jumped onto the stage, she started taking pictures of him. He reached for the chandeller in the middle of the floor and started swinging on it.

"Holy shit!" Y/n started cheering but not for the band. Clyde was a total wild man as he started getting passed around the crowd, surfing like it was nothing new to him. She continued to take pictures of him until she caught sight of the manager ready to pounce. She pulled him down from the crowd and he stumbled into her chest, out of breath and full of smiles.

"You're crazy you know that?" Y/n let her lips touch his ear as she yelled. Clyde grinned pulling the cap to her camera out of her jeans pocket and capping it. He took her hands and started jumping up and down to the music, watching her laugh and headbang gave him life. This was the most fun he's had at a show ever.

Eventually Snow and Lola joined them in their dancing but Y/n didn't hesitate to wrap her arms around Clyde's neck so he could spin her around in the middle of the crowd. He knew he would never forget the feeling of her smiling lips against his neck as the song ended.

#electrick children #Clyde x y/n #Clyde #rory culkin #One Long Weekend Series #One Shot Series #y/n fics #7/18

[neteyams-tanhii]

JUST BREATHE

PART 1.

Y/n Metkayina x Neteyam Sully // SERIES 

THEMES: friends, family, way of water, friends to lovers, fluff, SFW

NA'VI WORDS : ma'parultsyìp - term of endearment 

DESCRIPTION; Y/n is a Metkayina girl, friend to Tsireya. Recently the sullys have moved to their village and y/n has no choice but to help the Sully kids become accustomed to the way of water. Though Tsireyas older brother has a distaste for you budding relationship with the oldest Sully boy; leading to some trouble in paradise. 

Length: 3.3k

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-y/n pov-

"Just breathe," you look over at the boy across from you, struggling to do as instructed. "I am trying, really," he pleaded "I am just a bit distracted." his face showed frustration, he doesn't understand what he is doing wrong, he is focusing too much on making his stomach expand instead of making his whole body relax. "Its okay, just breathe from your stomach" you rested your hands on his stomach, coaxing him to expand that instead of expanding his chest. He took in another deep breathe, but still to no avail. "Neteyam, I want your stomach to move, not your chest!" you giggled lightly, it is kind of charming how he is good at everything but breathing. His face shows anger and confusion as he puts all of his focus and energy into breathing; something he has never had to think twice about before. It is foreign to you that it takes another Na'vi so much effort to do something as simple as breathing, but you were sure that if you were stuck in the forest you wouldn't last a week by yourself. "Neteyam, just relax." you place you hands on his shoulders, and you feel him tense up a little under your touch, "Just listen to the sound of the water, do not focus on me or anything else, just relax fully." You try to talk him through it, he was just starting to get the hang of it, until you were interrupted.  

"Why do you even bother with him y/n?" Ao'nung approach you and Neteyam with full confidence,  chest popped out, head held high, glaring towards the forest Na'vi sitting down with you in the shallow waters by the main village homes. Neteyam sends a light hiss towards your best friends brother, trying to stand in the water, but you stop him from completing his action, you know it was bound to start a fight if Neteyam stood up. "Ao'nung, why must you be so arrogant?" you turn to the metkayina boy, your ears pinning back in frustration; a scowl worn on your face. Any time you seem to get alone with Neteyam it seems that Ao'nung is only a few paces behind the two of you. It was almost as if it was on purpose. "I am not, I just want to make sure you are staying with our people, y/n" Ao'nung says with sincerity, placing a hand on your shoulder with worry strung behind his words. You give him a dissatisfied look, disheartened that his way of thinking has not shifted, "Ao'nung, Neteyam and his family are our people now.." You look up at Ao'nung pleading with him silently as you look into his eyes, trying to find some sort of compliance within them.

Ao'nung removes his hand from your shoulder and walks away, disgruntled by your response. You are sure he will try to speak with you about this later on in the day, but for now it is not of any concern. You let out a long sigh as you turn your attention back to the boy in front of you, "I am sorry he acts this way," you speak softly, "usually he is very kind." A sensation of shame engulfs you in that very moment; as you, Tsireya, Ao'nung and Roxto were all instructed to be kind and welcoming, yet that has not seemed to make a difference in the eldest's actions. "No, y/n. It is fine, thank you for speaking for me, you you really did not have to do so." He smiles at you before turning his focus back to breathing exercises.

You watch him carefully, ensuring that his shoulder are staying relaxed, and his stomach is expanding instead of his chest. After a short period of time he seems to have understood the concept of breathing; "You are breathing well, Neteyam." You say to him softly as to not disturb him, he looks so peaceful, undisturbed and focused at this moment. His eyes slowly flutter open to meet your own, "I think you are ready to dive," you grab his hand and lead him to stand up "would that be okay Neteyam?" You speak softly to him, so these words are not heard by the two of you. "I think that I am ready, y/n" he smiles at you before turning his attention to the sea surrounding him. He takes a deep breath before diving under the waves you wait for a second before you decided to go under with him, to monitor and ensure his safety and wellbeing.

Though what the two of you are unaware of is that Ao'nung watches from not far away, he is infuriated that you have been devoting so much time to an outsider instead of prioritizing you time elsewhere.

-AO'NUNG POV-

Tsireya walks up to me as I watch y/n  and the outsider spend time together. "What is wrong brother?" she says to me, unaware of what I was looking at in the distance. "Do not worry, Tsireya." I go to bat her away from me, yet she doesn't bother to move. "Why does it bother you?" my sister asks me, "why does what bother me?" I turn my attention to her instead of the two Na'vi that I have been keeping tabs on. "Why does it bother you that they spend time together?" Tsireya seems to have caught onto me, which is bothersome as she does not need to be worried by my personal issues. "It does not bother me in that way!" I hush her up, keeping her thoughts in line. Though, it does bother me in that way... only slightly do I feel a pang of jealousy when I see them together, laughing, bonding, enjoying each others company.

"Well.. it does not seem that way brother!" She giggles her response, earning her a hiss and a slight slap across the back of her head. "It bothers me that she is spending time with a Na'vi like him instead of everyone else in the village. Why does she think that he is deserving of her time?" I feel frustration begin to build as I seek answers from my sister. "Well, father asked y/n to look after Neteyam as you have not been attentive and I cannot do this all myself." She answers me quietly, afraid of what my response will be. I reflect on her words carefully before responding to her, "Tsireya," I look down to her, "I am to become Olo'eytukan.. I cannot waste my time with outsiders like them," I sneer at the mere thought of these people being in the village a day longer, "but why? They are Na'vi just like us.. they just happen to be brought up within the forest.." Tsireya puts her hand on my forearm, "So what if they are, they are still useless and have demon blood.." I pause to recollect my thoughts, "plus y/n deserves to spend her time doing other things.." I get brough out of my state from a sound coming from the direction I was last watching. 

-y/n POV- 

"Neteyam! You did so well!" you embrace him, the water rushing out between the gaps as you press your body to his, "you did not need to come up for air!" you gush, praising his efforts. He wraps his strong arms around you, now your paddle-like tail is the only thing keeping the two of you afloat. "I am proud of you." you whisper into his ear, and he abruptly pulls away from you, *did I say something wrong?* he tilts his head down slightly and you begin to notice a light pink hue brush his upper cheeks, "you really think I did well?" he says a little out of breath, an anxious look contorts his face in the slightest way; his ears pinned back, his nostrils flaring slightly and his brow skin furrowing. You nod enthusiastically ay him, "I only did as you instructed.." he trailed off as he turns his gaze away from yours; a smile from ear to ear, your pearly whites on full display. 

"y/n! Come over here for a second!" your best friend, Tsireya calls out to you. She waved frantically at you from the village, beckoning you over to her. "you go get some rest Neteyam, I'll see you later today, I promise" you give his hand a squeeze before going over to you best friend; a smile growing on her face as you swim over to her. Just as you are about to reach her, she jumps into the water splashing you in the process. "Sister! How have you been!" she embraces you tightly, her long hair hitting you in the face as she wraps her arms around your torso. "Sister we only just saw one another this morning!" you laugh at her enthusiasm, "what have you been doing this morning ma'parultsyìp?" you look at her lovingly, truly interested in what she has to say. Everyday since the Sully's have arrived, Tsireya has taken interest in the youngest son, Lo'ak. She always tells you what they have talked about and her thoughts on him. "well, actually this morning," She says excitedly, her ears perking up and her tail swishing in the water, "Lo'ak and I were doing swimming exercises and diving drills and he told me something important sister!" she says in a high pitched tone, a grin so big her eyes begin to squint and her dimple appearing on her cheek. You wonder what on earth is so important that she had to tell you now instead of tonight, "what? Has he finally told you that he likes you?" a teasing tone in your voice, the younger girl swats at you, a sign of embarrassment. "no! Its about Neteyam~" she says back in the same teasing tone you just inflicted upon her. "I do not want to know ma'Reya," you stoke her hair lovingly, "Neteyam will tell me himself if this thing is so important." You grin down at her as she begrudgingly agrees to not say a word. 

You and Tsireya catch up a little bit before Ronal calls her to help with something in their family Marui. At this point in time it is mid-afternoon; "where is everyone?" you think aloud, no one was really on the beach, Roxto, Ao'nung, Kiri, Tuk, Neteyam; you look around but to no avail. You huff in frustration, this seemed to be happening more often since the Sully's arrived a few weeks ago.. all of a sudden all your friends have disappeared from sight. You decided to give up your search and instead enjoy the warm heat from the Pandoran sun. 

-NETEYAM POV-

As y/n swims away towards Tsireya, I begin to wonder about my family, where is Lo'ak..? I question myself as I look around for my younger brother. He was with Tsireya this morning, but now he is not with her, evidently.... I try my hardest to think of where he could be, but nothing comes to mind immediately. Maybe he went to explore the other side of the beach? I make my way out of the water, shaking a little to dry myself off when I reach the shore, the hot sun hitting my back and shoulders; a nice feeling considering that I've been in the water for around 4 hours today already. I begin to walk down to the more secluded area of the beach; usually I find Kiri over there; keeping to herself in the water. As I round the corner lo and behold there she was, by herself again, completely entranced by her surroundings. I smile to myself as i see her submerged in the water, just admiring the sand and the way of water. 

As I approach her, Ao'nung is right on my heels; I can just feel his presence behind me, the arrogance and pride radiating off of him. I ignore him and continue on my path to my sister, I just want to relax and talk to her for a bit without being interrupted, followed or threatened by anyone. I continue my path to Kiri, she notices my presence and sits up in the water, a smile appearing on her face as she realises it is just me. "Hello Neteyam, what brings you over this way?" I smile down at her, she looks so at peace here; more so than anyone else in the family. "I just wanted to see my sister, is that so hard to believe?" she scoffs at my response, not believing in what I have to say. I go to sit in the water next to her, aware that Ao'nung is coming up to us, "what have you done this morning? Did you go to any training today?" I ask her as she whips around to see Ao'nung as well, she rolls her eyes as he comes closer to the two of us. "I have just been here all morning, with Eywa.." Kiri looks out into the ocean before her, amazed at everything she encounters. 

"Eywa? Did she seriously say she was with Eywa this morning? What are you, Tsahik?" Ao'nung says bitterly to no one in particular. I give Kiri a look which tells her to ignore the metkayina boy entirely, which we both know is very hard for her to not pull a face at him. "What? why are you two not talking?" Ao'nung states in a very challenging tone, jesting almost; what have we ever done to him to deserve to be treated as such?  Though all ignoring did was egg him on, he was not going down without a fight; which seems to be more often than not, the case when it comes to Ao'nung and any of the Sully family. "Are you too good to talk to me forest boy?" Ao'nung stepped into my personal space, almost chest to chest; his gaze is sharp and menacing. "Ao'nung please, I am just trying to spend some time with my sister, that is all." I back away from him in a desperate attempt to de-escalate this situation I have found myself in. "What if I don't? Will you go crying to mummy and daddy?" He stifles a laugh as he mocks and belittles me, "Ao'nung, brother please-", "brother? I am not your brother!" He shoves my chest and I stumble backwards from the blow, I was not expecting to get hit today. 

-y/n pov- 

"Y/N! Y/N! HELP! PLEASE, OVER THIS WAY!" you see Kiri jumping and waving her arms in the distance, 'not again..' you say to yourself as you make you way over to her, running a bit as Kiri seems quite panicked. As you get closer to her, you can hear the whoops and hollers of boys.. solidifying what you thought was going on. You try to peak around the corner but you cannot see anything at all, just sounds of yelling and splashing water make its way to your ears.

"Y/n, please.. I cannot get them to quit it.." Kiri looks behind her, with a worried expression taking over her usually calm face. "Kiri, before I go over there, please tell me what started this?" You plead with her, desperate to know if it is even worth breaking this fight up or leaving the boys to their vices; as 9/10 times its better to leave the boys to their vices instead of stepping in. "Well, Neteyam came over to me as I was in the water," Kiri points over to where she was prior to the fight, "Then all of a sudden, Ao'nung comes over and starts a fight with Neteyam as Neteyam did not respond to Ao'nungs' bullying." She said in a rushed manner, her eyebrows knitted together. This was news to you, as of late its usually Lo'ak who ends up starting a big brawl between the boys, but this time it was Ao'nung?  You can feel anger bubbling up inside of you, you make your way over to the group of scrapping teenagers. Walking around the corner you get a full view of the fight; tail pulling, hair pulling, skin scratching, biting, kicking, punching, the full works. 

All you did was stand infront of them all; Ao'nung, Roxto and Neteyam become frozen, leading the rest of the boys to catch on and also freeze in their positions as well, leaving you towering over the bunch. "Y/n please I can explain-" Ao'nung desperately tries to save himself knowing full well he was at fault, "I do not want to hear a word from you!" You hiss at him menacingly, he seems to understand your level rage and it makes him shrink away, any sense of confidence leaving his body in an instant. "What are you doing? You must you do this to him? All of you, against just one other boy!" you yelled at the group of metkayina boys, gesturing to Neteyam, "What was he doing but wanting to talk to his sister?" the more you scold the boys, the farther back their ears go; shame, embarrassment and guilt. You await an answer, but they do not dare even attempt to sneak in an excuse, knowing it would not slip past you. "Ao'nung?" The eldest boy gazes up at you, "If you wanted spend time with Tsireya, and a group of boys came up to you and fought you with no good cause, how would you feel?" you reprimanded, you continued to wait for a response, yet to no avail. "You ALL will be punished for your careless acts!" The boys groan lightly at this comment, knowing that their punishment would not be taken lightly by Tonowari and Ronal.

You now turn you attention to Neteyam, who was being tended to by Kiri. "Teyam are you okay?" You look at him, a bloodied lip, a bruised tail, with bruises tattering his dark blue skin, you gently graze the bruises, cooing as you do, apologizing any time he winces or shows any amount of pain. "I am fine, really.." Neteyam tries to down-play the situation at hand, even though he already knew nothing he could say would make you feel any less angry, worried and ashamed. "Neteyam please, let me take you to Tsahik, she can heal you up a little," you try to take his hand, yet he refutes it; you send him a perplexed look. "Its fine, really.." he brushes it off, looking you in the eye, not an ounce of tainted words coming out of him. "Teyam, please," You plead with him, "this will get worse if Ronal does not tend to it." Neteyam simply nodded, accepting his fate. "Kiri, can you just follow those idiots? I will be taking them back this instant, if you could walk at the back with Neteyam that would be greatly appreciated." You take her hand in yours, you can feel her squeezing you hand, a silent acceptance to your instructions. "You all. Follow." You begin to walk back to the village, the group of boys follow closely behind as Kiri and Neteyam follow in the rear, keeping a safe distance from the posse. 

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A/N: Hi lovlies! I hope this is okay :( im sorry there are many POV changes but i wanted to fit in everyones thoughts; i promise the next chapter will mainly be from y/n pov :)

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[tendreyeosang]

Tiny smut -

Kang Yeosang/Reader

Pairing : Yeosang x Fem reader, explicit

You started kissing lazily on the bed, it was just the two of you in his room. A marvel movie playing at low volume in the background.

You still couldn’t believe Yeosang was your boyfriend, and you were the one sprawled on his grey bedsheets while his tongue lazily explored your mouth. You gripped his black t-shirt, your thumb stroking his collarbone. He was warmer than you, you were still wearing a white cardigan and checkered brown cotton pants that nicely shaped your ass. Judging from the way Yeosang was squeezing your buttcheeks, he liked it.

Gosh, he was so perfect! He smelled so good and felt so soft! No doubt, you were in love, even if you had been together for a short time. He was so kind and cute and considerate… and everything he did to you felt so, so good!

Neither of you had had much experience with sex before, so you had been taking it slow, but had both been surprised at how much pleasure you could give each other.

Just the touch of his lips on any part of your body and you would shiver. And as you dug the tip of your fingers on his skin, we would let out sighs of pleasure.

You both started to have your little habits, as you knew how to please each other and generally your make out sessions lasted three to five hours, turning into heated sessions of touching and stroking and thrusting.

This night as well, you were taking your time. He slid his hands under your cardigan and you sat astride his lap. He moaned as you deepened your kiss, placing your hands behind his neck.

“I’m so happy,” Yeosang said in Korean.

You did not have a very good level, but that was something you could easily understand. And dating him had already improved your level a lot. You felt confident enough to reply, in his language.

“Don’t move. I know how I want you tonight.”

You whispered right in his ear and his hands, that had kept stroking the small of your back, stilled. His body got stiff and you knew he was trying to control himself.

“Mmh…”

You couldn’t stop the little noises coming out from your mouth as you started to rock your pelvis against his thigh. You moved your hands down, on his shoulders and he grabbed your waist to guide the movement. Your thrusts started to get faster as your pleasure rose.

You were already so wet and your stomach was a pool of warmth. You bit your lips and met Yeosang’s eyes.

His gaze was dark, so intense and focused on you that you shivered and stilled.

“Don’t stop,” he punctuated with a kiss.

He took off your cardigan in one quick motion and you complied. For several long minutes, you dry humped against his thigh, until you eventually shifted to have Yeosang laid down under you.

There, you rubbed your wet pants against his crotch. He groaned as his hard penis dug against your clit.

You let out a small laugh, immediately overtaken by bouts of pleasure. Yeosang held you closer, bending you over him.

You resumed your rocking back and forth, anchoring to his crotch as a point of gravity.

You kept going even when your pants felt awfully uncomfortable and sweat trickled down your thighs. You kept going until you felt pleasure build in your vagina. You picked up your pace, your movements getting shorter and shorter, your breathing faster and faster until your guts constricted with a spasm and—-

Your back hit the mattress with a loud thump. The air got knocked out of your lungs as Yeosang pushed you into the bed.

With the grace of a dancer, he had sprung out from under you and swept you across the bed. He locked his legs on either side of yours.

“Stupid! I was about to come!”

He stroked your neck with his nose, shushing you and blowing cold air against your sweating skin.

“I want… you feeling even better.” He said in a tentative English and your insides coiled up.

Yeosang unbuttoned your pants and you felt your cheeks heat up as he unpeeled the fabric that stuck to your skin.

He ran his fingers on your soaking wet panties and mumbled in Korean some words you couldn’t understand but their tone sounded close enough to cursing.

Diligently, Yeosang started working with his fingers and tongue, licking and rubbing and thrusting and sucking, until a wave of pleasure started riding in your chest again.

“Please don’t stop.” You begged in Korean, hoping this would make him listen this time. And for a moment you thought it would work, but as soon as he felt your walls shake against his fingers, he removed them.

You kicked your legs, not caring if you could hurt him, crying out like a child. He laughed and licked his way up to your chest. He started sucking your neglected breast, so you couldn’t hold it against him much longer.

Your body was full of tension now, desperately wanting its release.

But you kept quiet, because you had never seen this side of Yeosang, so driven and confident, teasing you with that tantalizing pleasure. It made you want him even more, you didn’t know it was even possible.

Or well, you tried to keep quiet… but when he finally let you touch his cock that was already so hard and sit astride his lap to ride him, you weren’t sure how you would react if he stopped you this time.

“If you don’t let me finish I’m going to kill you.”

With a devious smile, he thrust his hip up to meet you halfway and a cry of pleasure got stuck in your throat. The wet sounds your bodies did was obscene.

“I’m serious honey, let me finish.”

This position allowed you to go so deep and you felt so fulfilled to know that Yeosang was inside of you, also getting pleasured that you soon found yourself close to the edge.

Yeosang gave you his fingers to suck and you did your best to hide how close you were. Hyper aware of any nuance in his body, you were ready to hold him in place if he tried to move.

Eyes closed, you focused on your shallow breathing to slow it down and deepen it, trying to suppress the signs of your upcoming orgasm but as your legs started shaking you could feel Yeosang’s energy shift.

“No,” you warned, digging your nails in his shoulder.

But he sat up and grabbed your waist to push you back. You put all your weight forward but still he lifted you up as if you weighed like a feather and suddenly you were empty again.

Before you could think twice, you slapped him.

The air thickened.

A gasp escaped from your mouth. You had been carried away by the overwhelming amount of frustration that tensed your chest, a ball of raw emotions that squeezed your throat and foamed in your mouth. You gulped.

“Honey, I’m so sorry–”

“One more time,” he said in a gravelly voice you hardly recognized. You had only heard him use that unnaturally deep voice in songs.

You sat on his cock again, relishing at the welcomed pressure. You started rocking your pelvis to the right, to the left, and then in circles, slowly, looking at him right in the eyes.

And you slapped him again.

This time, you could feel his cock twitch inside of you.

“Oh my god,” you said.

You knew what you had to do. You put your hand around his neck and squeezed tight. He squirmed under your touch, releasing airy moans that were so, so different from the depths of his voice when he asked you to keep going.

As your thighs started to ache, you pulled his hair to bring him closer to you and bit his neck, sucking until the skin reddened.

This time it was your turn to smile. You knew he wouldn’t stop you from your release anymore.

“Look who tried to big a big boy.” you said. “You’re such a good boy all the time, what has gone into you?”

Yeosang whimpered. You gave him a slow handjob, keeping up with the dirty talk in English, alternating praise and degradation and watching the sweat trickle down his chest.

“Who gets to decide who comes, uh? You?” you quickened your pace. He threw his head back. “Yeosang? Answer me.”

“I don’t know,” he squeaked, looking like he wasn’t even able to process the question.

You licked his throbbing cock, a long trail with the tip of your tongue.

“Who gets to decide who gets to come?”

When you sucked his cock, you could taste your own body on it.

“You decide,” he said in one quick breath.

You kissed his toned arms that you loved so much.

“Fuck me again. Stop only when I say so.”

You laid on your side and let him hold you from behind and desperately thrust inside of you.

You had planned to come first but it soon became clear that Yeosang wasn’t going to hold much longer.

“Baby, you can come if you want” you said with a soothing voice.

“Sorry, I can’t…”

“You don’t have to.”

You turned around, gave him a kiss and a quick handjob to help him finish. He came and you trailed kisses up and down his chest until his breathing evened.

You had never seen someone so beautiful. His eyes, unfocused and bright, glistened with satisfaction and lit up his angelic face.

Gazing at him, you almost forgot your own orgasm was long overdue.

He didn’t. As soon as he came down from his high, he took care of you as if you were his most precious treasure.

With his fingers buried deep inside of you and his tongue teasing your clit, he navigated your successive waves of pleasure that came and went like the tide. Your body was entirely relaxed, as driftwood floated in the ocean.

It was different from what you’d been used to. The rhythm had been disturbed by Yeosang’s shenanigans when you didn’t come as planned. It seemed as though you missed your stop and for a while you even worried you were expecting something that would never come and thought about telling Yeosang he had been all wrong.

But it took you by surprise. Distracted by the little waves of pleasure that kept licking your stomach, you barely felt it coming. But suddenly pleasure blinded you and Yeosang’s fingers had to be out as your legs shook uncontrollably.

You couldn’t feel anything anymore, just something in your stomach that seemed to burst and spread like flames. You screamed, not quite knowing if you were happy or scared of the intensity.

When you came back from your high, you had no energy left in your body.

It took you a while- it could have been five minutes or it could have been twenty- to realize that Yeosang was also laying on his back, staring at the ceiling.

He looked at you and smiled.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“Oh my god,” was all you would reply.

Yeosang said something in Korean but you made him repeat, partly because you had trouble focusing on anything that was not his thumb gently stroking your arm. The tip of his fingers were wrinkled as when you take very long showers.

“I knew it would be better if I made you wait.”

This was the first time you got a little rough with Yeosang. But one of the many times you both proved just how much you like it.

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[theautisticfroglord]

flashback

pairing - Julius x m!reader

fic type - fluff/angst

word count: 720

requested by @rainycyclekingdom (thank you!)

notes - I'm glad I got the request for this one because making things like art or fanfics helps me cope, and my pet frog, wasabi, recently passed away and im doing a little better when i make these. enjoy!

You were talking with Julius in his room when suddenly, he clutches his chest and starts to panic.

"J-Julius, baby, what's wrong?!" you ask him, slightly panicked, trying to support his body in your arms. you sit on the bed, hugging him and rubbing his back. you feel his tears soaking your shirt.

"Y/N..." Julius whimpers, trying his best to calm down.

"It's going to be ok... try to tell me what's wrong..." you whisper to him, trying to keep him calm. You help Julius feel comfortable in your arms as you lean back into a pillow, still sitting up.

"Y/N, c-can I tell you something?" Julius asks, still trembling in your arms.

"Yes, honey, of course, you can, what's wrong?" you ask comfortingly, making sure he feels safe and comfortable talking to you.

"I... I remember... that I killed someone... during a battle... I-- I didn't mean to... I could have saved him... I-" Julius breaks down into tears again and starts practically wailing into your shoulder. You can tell that he was distressed, so you hug him tighter to try and calm him a little.

"It's all my fault..." he cries as you continue to console him and kiss him on the forehead.

"It's not your fault... Don't worry... when did this happen?" you ask, softly petting his hair and kissing his neck.

"A-about 10 years ago... it was a large-scale battle... one of my attacks accidentally hit my comrade... I couldn't heal him in time..." Julius sobbed into your neck.

"Honey... It's not your fault, you couldn't have saved him," you assure him while rocking Julius in your arms.

"R-Really...?" he asks, looking into your eyes. You can't help but smile at how pretty he looks when he cries.

"Of course, baby, I love you," you purr, kissing him on the cheek.

"You're so handsome, you know that?" Julius asks you while you kiss the tears off his face.

"You're so sweet... I love you, Julius," you sigh, helping him lay down in bed with you as he continues to clutch your shirt and kiss you. You rub his back as he lays next to you and you feel him sigh against your neck. you put a blanket over Julius's body, trying to make him feel safe.

"Thank you for being here for me, Y/N..." he whispers, his voice still shaky from crying.

"Of course, darling, I'll do anything for you," you mumble, kissing Julius on the lips.

"I shouldn't be acting like this... I'm a king... I'm supposed to be strong for everyone, I'm supposed to be strong for you..." Julius whimpers, touching your face. You notice his hand trembling. You cup his face in your hands.

"Julius." You stare into his eyes, a serious look on your face. He gulps, slightly nervous.

"You're a person too. You need to let out your emotions sometimes, you need to let out your tears when you need to. You don't always have to be strong for everyone else, Julius," you assure him as he starts to tear up.

"T-Thank you, Y/N..." Julius softly cries, trembling and shuddering. You kiss him again and gently wipe the tears off his long eyelashes.

"You're so pretty, my king..." you purr, softly petting his hair. You make sure he feels warm and safe in the blankets.

"What happened that day was not your fault, honey," you keep assuring him and making sure he understands. You continue to kiss his face as he blushes, and he starts kissing back. You can't help but chuckle at how adorable he is.

"You're so strong, darling, I'm so proud of you," you whisper in his ear while twirling his soft messy hair. Julius can't hide how flustered he is, softly whimpering as you keep showing love to him.

"I-is it okay if I go to sleep soon?" he asks, looking into your eyes tiredly.

"Of course, baby... your eyes are so beautiful..." you mumble, also feeling tired. Julius starts to drift off to sleep as you lay on top of him and play with his hair.

"Goodnight, Y/N..." he murmurs as he shuts his eyes.

"Goodnight, my love," you sigh, noticing how handsome Julius is when he's asleep. You kiss his neck again before falling asleep on his chest.

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[nap-mak]

I’m so sick of reading fics where Y/N is so perfect

I’m so sick of them being one of the same 4 character archetypes.

It’s always “Oh they’re such a badass” or “Oh they’re so smart” or “Oh they’re so kind” or “Oh they’re so shy and not like the others”

Like when do i get a Y/N that’s goofy and a dumbass but is still not an idiot or rude or “cool”? When do i get a Y/N that’s playfully mean to their friends but they still care? When do i get a Y/N thats fun but is also emotional and a shoulder to cry on?

WHEN DO I GET MOVIE NERD Y/N?

WHEN DO I GET A REALISTIC AND PERSONABLE Y/N WHO IS 3-DIMENSIONAL.

WHEN IS IT MY TURN.

#y/n #y/n fics #fanfiction #x reader #fanfic #im sick of it #”y/n is supposed to be relatable” #THEN MAKE THEM IN MORE VARIANTS #i want my dumbass y/n representation

[prentiss-theorem]

Never Good Enough

Emily’s mom comes to the BAU asking for help for her friends. What she’s not aware of is her daughter’s relationship with one of the fellow female agents.

Pairing: Emily Prentiss x Fem!Reader

Content Warnings: homophobia, typical criminal minds case talk, reader insert (let me know if I missed anything <3)

Word Count: 1600+

Genre: Angst to Fluff to Angst (very mild smut)

A/N: I've had this idea in my head for ages now and finally felt like writing some angst. The plot is heavily inspired by season 2 episode 20 "Honor Among Thieves". Includes canon dialogue! My requests are also open so if you have any ideas for me to write feel free to send them my way!

“I need to speak to Agent Prentiss and one of her superiors.” a voice roamed through the bullpen, a voice that was oddly familiar, yet you couldn’t assign it to a specific person. The whole team was gathered in the conference room for the morning briefing, which was interrupted by Emily shooting up from her seat the second she heard the familiar to you voice.

“She’s in the briefing ma’am” an agent replied.

“Yes. Well, this is extremely important.” the dark-haired woman said sternly with no intention of giving up.

The raven-haired agent left the conference room in a hurry.

“Mother?!” Emily exclaimed. That’s it, that’s why the voice sounded familiar. Even though you have never met Ambassador Elizabeth Prentiss in person, you have overheard the few conversations she would have with Emily over the months. And despite knowing exactly who the woman standing in the middle of the bullpen was, you were aware of the fact that she had no idea about your existence.

You and Emily were open about your relationship to the whole of BAU, of course keeping your professionalism at work. Despite that, your girlfriend never disclosed your relationship to any members of her family, never made any attempts at coming out. As she once said, she ‘didn’t want to cause unnecessary drama’, which being open about her sexuality definitely would. You didn’t mind it, Emily wasn’t close to her family, often opting to stay away from them as much as possible. It was her choice to make after all.

Ambassador Prentiss didn’t arrive to the BAU for no reason, she had reasons to believe her friends husband was abducted by Russian mafia. The team, of course, took the case.

***

The agents were split into teams and sent off to complete their assigned tasks. Gideon, Spencer and Morgan were ordered to go to Baltimore where they would further split. Morgan’s part included visiting the victim’s house, where Gideon and Spencer were going to meet with a fellow agent in hopes of making new connections to the case. You and Emily stayed at Quantico. As the only member of the BAU fluent in Russian you were tasked with the role of the translator and Emily was there to help her mother make any arrangements that would contribute to the case.

You knew your girlfriend and her mother were not close, what you didn’t realise was how the latter woman’s presence will impact Emily’s well-being.

“Hey, you.” You said in a soft voice as you entered the restroom “how are you feeling?” you added in an almost whisper as you stepped closer to her. The raven-haired woman was standing by the mirror, covering her face with her hands.

“I’m doing great!” she replied sarcastically and chuckled. You wrapped your hands around the woman’s waist and turned her around in your arms. Emily weakly smiled as you pressed a gentle kiss on her lips.

“I can’t imagine how hard this must be for you Em.” you said softly and brushed some of Emily’s hair behind her ear, letting her relax in your embrace.

“Every time my mother is around, I feel like I’m 15 again, y/n/n” Emily whispered as she buried her face in the crook of your neck and pulled you closer. “I feel like I can’t be who I really am, like I’m doing something wrong. I know she would never accept me if she found out about us, I’ve always known that. But it’s easy to bury it deep in my head, and when she’s around it’s like a constant reminder that I will never be good enough for her.”

“You don’t have to prove anything to her Emmy” you muttered as you placed a kiss on the side of your girlfriend’s head. “She’s truly blind is she can’t see what an amazing person her daughter is, always will be and always has been.”

“You know I love you, right?” Emily breathed with her head still buried in your neck. “I don’t want you to ever think that I’m ashamed of us, of you.”

“I know honey.”  you quietly replied while stroking her hair “Now come on, the sooner we get out there the faster this whole thing will be over.” you spoke up as the older woman raised her head from your shoulder.

The two of you shortly left the bathroom to rejoin your team and help solve the case as fast as possible.

***

As you anticipated it didn’t take long to solve the case, what came as a surprise to all of you was that it was the Victim’s daughter, Natalya, that was responsible for the kidnapping. You and Emily returned to your shared apartment the same evening, both happy to have some tome for one another. The raven-haired woman immediately flopped on the couch in the middle of the living room. You were relieved to see her demeanour immediately switch to her old self when you entered your apartment.  

“I’m so glad it’s over.” Emily sighed as she tried to flip her shoes off her feet without standing up from the couch. You chuckled at the sight of the older agent struggling due to her own laziness.

“Need a hand with that?” you asked sarcastically as you raised your eyebrow, you started heading towards your kitchen to get some drinks for the two of you.

“No, I’m… good! I just need… to… loosen up the laces… and I-“ Emily didn’t manage to finish her sentence as the shoe flung off her foot. Thanks to your luck and your girlfriend’s unintentional aim the shoe hit you on the back of your head. You took a deep breath and turned around to face Emily, now covering her mouth in an unsuccessful attempt to supers her laugh.  

“I’m so sorry y/n/n I didn’t mean to!” Emily laughed as she lifted herself off of the couch and started heading in your direction.

“You’re lucky you’ve had a bad day, I wouldn’t let go of it that easy otherwise.” you giggled as you rubbed the back of your head. “Here you go.” you added as you handed a glass of red wine to Emily. The woman took a sip and put it back on the counter.

“I think I know how to make it up to you” Emily smirked as she grabbed you by your waist, pulled you closer to her, and kissed you deeply. She then pushed you into the countertop leaving kisses all over your neck, her hands finding their way underneath your shirt. You let your hands roam all over your girlfriend’s body as you pulled your head back, giving her easier access to your neck. You let out a quiet moan as Emily’s lips sucked on your pulse point sending chills all over your body. You started to sloppily unbutton Emily’s shirt, throwing it off of her shoulders and onto the floor. The older woman, not wanting to waste any time, pulled your shirt over your head and threw it on the kitchen floor where it joined the other article of clothing.

She picked you up and pushed you further onto the countertop, where you allowed your legs to wrap around her waist. As Emily began to unbutton your trousers you heard a knock to your door.

“Are you expecting someone?” you questioned and looked at Emily. The other woman shook her head. You got off of the countertop when you heard the knock again.

“I’ll check it out” you added as you quickly put your shirt back on. You got to the door and opened it in a hurry, ready to tell off the person interrupting your time with your girlfriend. You immediately stopped in your tracks as you saw the person standing outside your front door. “Ambassador Prentiss” you stuttered as your eyes went wide open.

“Is this not the address of my daughter, Emily?” she said, visibly confused. It was indeed the address of her daughter, and she was about to find out that it was yours too.

“Mom?! What are you doing here?” Emily choked out as she joined you by the door. Her half buttoned up shirt did not make the situation any better.

“Well, I wanted to visit you and see how you live, considering that I’m in town” the ambassador said sternly, looking back at her daughter as she pushed past you right into the apartment. “What is she doing here?”

Emily didn’t immediately respond not sure how to get out of this situation. The silence between the three of you grew more and more uncomfortable.

“I just stopped by after work to borrow a book Emily has mentioned to me recently” you chimed in, hoping her mother would believe you.

“No, y/n, I’m tired of this” Emily started as she stepped closer to you and wrapped her arm around your waist.

“Emily what are you-“ you wanted to protest but she didn’t give you a chance.

“She lives here, mother.” your girlfriend announced as her mother’s facial expression remained unchanged. “We’ve been dating for over a year, I love her and I’m not going to apologize for that or hide it from everyone, not anymore.”

You couldn’t decipher the expression on the ambassador’s face. Even though you knew it wasn’t anything good you didn’t expect what was about to come next.

 “I’m so disgusted I can’t even” Elizabeth stated as she looked at you and her daughter, Emily’s arm still wrapped around your waist. “I’m disgusted by you, I wish I’d known when you were born that you were going to betray me like this.” The woman growled as she turned around and left the apartment.

You looked at Emily, a tear falling down her cheek.

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[saintchaser]

#and also if you could reblog this after you bote in order for more people to see this that'd be great!! #no pressure ofc! #y/n #yn #yn fics #y/n fics #writing