#(I’m definitely watching them closer right now after what happened to their sister but I don’t think there’s anything wrong)

[katniss-evermeme]

No one:

Absolutely no one:

The goldfish during their tank cleaning tonight:

[loaksbitch]

imagine how the sully boys would react to your sudden death right after you both fought or had an argument? — i don’t know why i wrote this but i had to write the pain i’m going through.

warnings — mention of death, numb feelings, losing mate, blood mention, lmk if i have to add anything.

“i’m so sorry” — jake sully

jake would instantly know something is wrong, that something has definitely happened to you. he would fly his ikran to where his friends had called him through the neck microphone, worry settling in him.

right the moment he lands to the ground, the na’vi’s that were covering your body opened a way for him. jake doesn’t say anything, looking at their eyes and questioning what was wrong. they only gave him a sad gaze, avoiding his eyes.

he could feel his knees weakening as he kept getting closer and closer. his heart raced, mind drifting to ugly thoughts.

jake let a small whimper out when your body came to view. he swallowed the pain on his throat, blinking the tears away. you’re laying on the floor, eyes closed and your sister next to you, holding onto your lifeless hand and crying.

she would look up to his standing figure, shaking her head and crying more. jake locked eyes with her before returning his gaze back to you. he was slow when he kneeled next to your body.

your lips were dry, no life in your face like there was minutes before you two argued and left him. jake bites on his inner cheek, pushing the threatening sob down to the pit of his chest.

the world shut down, the only source of light was your body in his mind. “baby.” he says, voice cracking and ears folding to his hair. you didn't answer him and it was breaking him. “c’mon, open your eyes.” he would brush his hand on the cold skin of your cheek.

“they shot her, they shot her when she was trying to save us.” your sister cried more.

jake told you not to do anything, at least not until he gave you an order but you were always stubborn. you always said no to things he told you not to do, you were the opposite.

jake closes his eyes, sneaking his arm under your head and pulling you to his body. he just wants to be close to you. he doesn’t say anything, the na’vi people watching him in concern when he just silently hugs you close to him.

you’re dead now, you’re no longer with him.

if only you heard him, if only you stopped being a stubborn brat and followed his orders. he still remembers how he yelled at you, telling you nothing you do will be worthy.

you just wanted him to know you can protect the people. your people.

jake softly cries, tears free from his eyes. “i’m sorry.” he would cry, holding you close like you’re the only oxygen he needed. “i’m so sorry, baby.” he cries. jake was never going to forgive himself after this. no, he just can’t live happily knowing he was somehow the reason that led you to your death.

“i’m sorry.” he would whisper as he kept crying.

“she’s not answering me” — neteyam sully

you died protecting him.

neteyam won’t ever stop taking the blame, not when you died taking a bullet for him. everything was in a slow mo, you screaming his name and throwing yourself on top of him.

he felt your body fall on top of him, tumbling him down to the floor. he cursed under his breath, arms wrapped on your waist to prevent you from getting hurt. “shit.” from the corner of his eyes, he can see his brother shooting the enemies and killing them all at once.

once everything was silent, neteyam held onto your back, about to get you up but he was met with a warm liquid smearing over his fingers.

he brings his hand up to see blood all over his hand and instant panic hits him. “princess?” he tries to shake you but you’re not budging. he was fast to roll you over, him on top of you and calling your name.

you’re not answering and it was eating him alive.

“don’t play with me, pretty girl, c’mon.” he taps on your cheek, looking down to see the hole the bullet created from your side to your stomach. neteyam can sense lo’ak walking close to him and gasping when he sees the mess.

“lo’ak, she's not answering me.” the panic and pain was visible in neteyam’s voice. your eyes are closed, not breathing, it was driving your mate crazy. “LO’AK! SHE’S NOT OPENING HER EYES?!” he was in pain, cradling your face to his large hands and humming.

“c’mon baby, lo-look at me.” his breath hitches, tears blurring his vision. “please, eywa, no.” it was in a blink of an eye when he lost you, when neteyam lost you to a fucking bullet.

he doesn’t care how he was looking maniac in front of his family that got here now. he can’t live without you, it’s hard without you. nothing was worth it without you and you’re just gone like that.

neteyam won’t be able to live one moment with you no longer next to him. he can’t and won’t accept the fact you died protecting him.

“i can’t lose you.” — lo’ak sully.

lo’ak knew the trouble he causes would make him pay consequences and he knew dragging you into his problems would cost him high prices.

he doesn’t even know how things turned dark so fast, how the sound of you giggling while you two hide in the bush from the skypeople shifted to where you’re now fighting for your life and whimpering in pain.

“hang on baby, we’re almost there.” he holds you close, trying to sit you straight and help you lean on his chest while he flies you both with his ikran.

the skypeople found you two and tried to get you, but lo’ak was fast enough to get you both out of there but what he didn’t know was you had been shot on your chest while he kept dragging you by your hand.

“lo’ak, i can’t breath.” your loincloth was soaked with your own blood. lo’ak let a cry out, pressing his hand to your chest and commanding his ikran to hurry. “no, try to breath, i can’t lose you.”

he knew he was going to lose you, he knows you’re gonna die sooner or later but lo’ak was in denial. your vision was blurry but you know you’re not far from the village now. but the sad thing was you know you don’t have much time.

you’re barely conscious when the ikran lands on the camp. lo’ak sliding down before bringing you down and securing his arms under your knee and back. you cough, metalic taste on your tongue. “lo’ak…” he heard you whisper but he only shushed you, telling you not to waste your energy.

“SOMEONE HELP! MY MATE IS DYING?!” you can hear him cry, your head lolling to his chest. he knew you didn't have much time, the blood you lost was too much and was smearing on both of your bodies, your vision suddenly turned white, something pulling you down in force.

lo’ak watches the na’vi’s gasp in shock, your weight now heavy on his hold. he was scared to look down, his heart in pain when he didn't feel you breathing. lo’ak sucks a deep breath and looks at you, taking your relaxed features.

his knees were weak, he was now kneeling and placing you on the ground. “no,” he silently whispers. lo’ak glances at your chest and it’s not moving, you’re not breathing and something in him breaks. “no, no, no.” you’re gone too soon.

his bloody large palm pressing on chest, trying to get your life back. “you just can’t leave, wake up.” he cries, shaking his head. lo’ak brings your blood smeared and lifeless hand to his cheek, trying to feel your warmth but nothing was there.

“open your eyes fr’me, look at me.” he hates how the people are watching him in sympathy, his mother’s voice getting closer. your eyes are open, staring on nothing when you’re being cradled to his arm. your blood was all over his face, hand, chest.

no one knows what happened, you two were laughing when you left for a flying date but now lo’ak is back with a lifeless body of a person who he saw his future with.

lo’ak keeps crying, having your body close to him and hissing when the na’vi’s try to take you away. he knew his actions will have consequences but on eywa he never thought you were the price he was costing.

are we feeling okay? i need thoughts on this cause i can’t be the only one suffering now teehee ;D — like + reblogs are super appreciated!

i love each and every one of you sm! ** mwah

[belovedhoon]

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Divider credit: @cafekitsune

Summary| Y/N is Jake’s younger sister, he’s very protective of her, which is why he bans his friends from trying to date her, especially Heeseung. Heeseung has a reputation for partying, smoking and not committing to relationships. Y/N has always had a crush on Heeseung but was warned by her brother of his reputation. What happens when they’re left alone because Jake forgot he invited Heeseung over to his and Y/N’s shared apartment

Pairing| Heeseung x F!Reader

Fic type/ Genre| Fluff, (slight angst)

Warnings| swearing, overprotective brother Jake

Words| 3540

Tagging| @hmusunoo and @st1llm0nster

FIC UNDER CUT!!!

“Heeseung? What are you doing here? Jake is at Jimin’s house” You said surprised, when you opened the door to see Lee Heeseung standing there on the other side. Heeseung raised his eyebrow in surprise.

“Oh? Is he? He told me to come over today…” Heeseung told you. You sighed. Your brother had a habit of making plans and then forgetting about them.

“Yes, he is. I’m sorry about that.” You said quietly. Heeseung sighed and leaned against the wall, crossing his arms.

“And how long will he be there with her?” Heeseung asked. You looked up, rubbing the back of your neck.

“Oh uh, I’m not sure Heeseung.” You said to him. Heeseung just chuckled and started to come towards the entrance of the door.

“Guess I’m just stuck here then until he gets back!” Heeseung said brushing past you to walk inside the apartment. You stood there shocked, before turning around slowly.

“Uh…can’t you come back later, or another day…?” You asked Heeseung confused. He just smirked.

“And miss out on spending time with you?” Heeseung said slyly. Your eyes opened wide, almost comically wide.

“W-what?!” You asked surprised by his statement. Heeseung just grinned, amused by your reaction.

“Why do you sound so surprised? I’m just saying that I want to spend time with you.” Heeseung said shrugging nonchalantly. You looked at him confused.

“Why me though?” You asked, curious to know why he wanted to hang out with you. He just shrugged.

“Because you’re the only one here, and you’re not bad company. Plus I’m bored and I already drove all the way here and I don’t feel like going home so…” Heeseung said so matter-of-factly. You stared at him for a second, your eyes squinted.

“First of all, you live in the same building as us, so you didn’t drive. And second of all, you want to hang out with me?” Heeseung chuckled again, and stepped closer to you, a playful smile on his face.

“You’re right, I didn’t drive but I did have to wait on the elevator for quite a while love, and yes I do want to hang out with you…is that so much a problem hm?” Heeseung stated, emphasizing ‘you’ and ‘I’ as you had earlier. You froze.

“N-no…just surprised is all.” You let out quietly, making a small step backward from him suddenly realizing how close he had gotten. You couldn’t think right with how close he was standing, the strong pleasant smell of his perfume messing with your head. Heeseung smirked, his eyes trailing you, head from toe.

“You seem nervous love.” Heeseung let out almost cockily. You huffed, closing your eyes for a second. ‘There he goes with that nickname again.’ You thought to yourself.

“I-I am not nervous!” You said weakly. Heeseung just grinned mischievously and took another step closer to you, now standing right in front of you.

“You’re stuttering. You’re definitely nervous.” He chuckled. You looked up at him.

“No! It’s just because you caught me off guard!” You say quietly, yet defensive. Heeseung raised one of his eyebrows, before leaning in closer, his voice lowering to a whisper.

“You don’t have to be so defensive love. I won’t bite. Unless… you want me to that is.” He smirked right after, watching as your eyes widened and your jaw dropped a bit.

“W-what?!” You basically screeched. He let out a small laugh at your flustered reaction. Oh, how he was enjoying teasing you. You just looked so cute with your comically wide eyes and dropped jaw, and the tip of your ears flushed.

“You heard me love…” Heeseung said smugly. You looked down.

“Heeseung…” You said barely above a whisper. He just smiled and placed a hand on your shoulder, his touch gentle but firm.

“Yes pretty?” Heeseung said to you. You frowned but didn’t shrug his hand off your shoulder, if anything you reveled in the small touch.

“You can’t say things like that… Jake is your best friend, and my brother…” Heeseung just shrugged and moved his hand from your shoulder to your waist, before pulling away, his touch lingering. You could feel your skin burning from where he touched you.

“So what? Jake’s not here right now, now is he?” Heeseung said. You shook your head no. Heeseung took this as an opportunity to pull you in again, this time closer, his upper body almost touching yours.

“Then there is nothing stopping me from saying whatever I want.” He let out. You could feel your face get hot from his proximity. You were almost shaking at this point, nerves going haywire. On one hand, you really enjoyed the attention he was giving you, but he was your brother’s best friend.

“H-Heeseung…what are you doing?” You let out nervously. Heesung chuckled, his hand on your waist now gripping you tighter, his other hand coming up to gently brush a strand of hair out of your face.

“I’m just getting closer to you pretty.” Heeseung said to you. You frowned, angrily trying to push him away from you. He’s gotta be messing with you.

“Is this one of your sick games?!” You huffed out pissed. Heeseung easily resists your push and holds you in place, his grip tightening, not wanting you to run away. He leans in closer, a smirk still on his lips.

“No games, just me being honest.” He said quietly. You looked up at him, the frown still on your face.

“I-I don’t understand.” You whispered, still in shock at what was happening. Heeseung’s smirk softens, as he looks into your eyes, his gaze intense.

“You don’t understand what? That I have feelings for you?” He let out softly. Your eyebrows furrowed, your lips pouting. Heeseung couldn’t help but think how cute you looked right now.

“Why me? Why would you have feelings for me?” You asked barely above a whisper. Heeseung’s eyes softened even more. He releases his grip on your waist but doesn’t step back.

“Why not you? You’re beautiful, smart, and caring. The list could go on and on.” Heeseung whispers, not wanting to ruin the atmosphere. You looked at him intently, your voice a whisper.

“Do you…do you mean that Heeseung?” Your voice is timid, vulnerability shining through at this very moment. Heeseung smiles brightly and then he gently cups your face with his hand, his thumb tracing your jawline.

“Of course I mean it. I wouldn’t have said it if I didn’t pretty.” Heeseung said softly. You sigh, looking up into his eyes.

“I just don’t understand…you’re you and well…I’m just Jake’s little sister…” You say frowning again. Heeseung gently tilts your chin up, making you look directly into his eyes.

“You’re more than just ‘Jake’s little sister’ You’re your own person, with your own thoughts, feelings, and desires. And I think you’re pretty damn amazing!” Heeseung says with a proud smile. You look down frowning again, doubt forming in your mind again. What if he’s just telling you what you want to hear? I mean he does have a reputation for not sticking with women for long…

“A-are you just saying that to…get into my pants…? You ask so quietly, that you aren’t sure if he heard you. Heeseung laughs at your comment and your heart drops. You’re about to pull away but Heeseung stops you with his words.

“No, I’m not. I’m saying it because I mean it. I don’t just want to get into your pants, I want to get to know you better, spend time with you, to make you smile and laugh.” Heeseung lets out in a whisper. You look up at Heeseung, a hopeful expression on your face.

“Really?” Heeseung nods, his gaze softening once more as he looks at you.

“Really. I promise. I don’t have any ulterior motives, I just want to be with you. You look at him, eyes shining brightly in the room light.

“O-okay…I trust you.” You told him gently smiling at him. Heeseung smiles warmly, his hand still cupping your face. He caresses your cheek gently.

“Thank you for trusting me, I won’t break that trust, I promise you that.” You smile brightly at him, your eyes flickering down to his lips then back up to his eyes again.

“Now…will you kiss me finally?” You say shly. Heeseung grins, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

“I thought you’d never ask. If that’s truly what you want though?” Heeseung asks you, his gaze intense. You nod your head determined to get that kiss from him. He laughs softly at your determination, his thumb gently tracing your bottom lip. He nods. He then leans in slowly, giving you time to back away, which you don’t. His lips hovering just millimeters away from yours, before finally closing the distance and kissing you softly. You kiss Heeseung back and then he deepens the kiss, his arms wrapping around your waist pulling you closer to him. He nibbles gently on your bottom lip, his tongue tracing the outline of your mouth, seeking entrance. You part your lips slightly granting him access with a moan. Heeseung takes advantage of your moan, his tongue exploring your mouth hungrily. He pulls you impossibly closer, his body pressed tightly against your own, as he continues to kiss you passionately. You try to keep up with his kiss, kissing him back fervently. Heeseung’s hands begin to wander, his fingers tracing the curves of your body as he continues to kiss you intensely. He gently bites your lower lip before pulling away to catch his breath.

“Heeseung…wow…that was…” You said breathlessly. Heeseung grins almost shyly, his chest rising and falling as he catches his breath.

“Amazing? Mind-blowing?” He remarks cheekily. You smile at him.

“How about all of the above?” You let out with a giggle. Heeseung chuckles, his hands still resting on your hips.

“I-I’m glad you enjoyed it Y/N. I know I did.” He says bashfully. You smiled stars in your eyes before nodding at him.

“I enjoyed it very much…” You said cutely. Heeseung smiled, ears a bright red, before leaning in and nuzzling your neck, his lips brushing against your skin.

“Good, because I plan on doing it again if you’ll let me…” He says softly. You smile shyly nodding.

“I will look forward to it Hee…” You say to him. Heeseung smiles, his breath warm against your neck as he speaks to you.

“I’m glad because I’m never gonna let you forget this moment.” He says before you both hear the jingle of the front door. You both freeze, Heeseung’s body tensing up at the sound of the door jingling. You both quickly pull away from each other and look towards the door. Your eyes widen.

“Oh shit! Jake’s home!” You whisper panicked. Heeseung curses under his breath, his expression becoming a mixture of surprise and annoyance. You look at Heeseung again as you hear Jake struggling to find the right key to open the door.

“He really knows how to ruin a moment.” You say frowning. Heeseung nods in agreement, running his hands through his hair. Jake finally unlocks the door and pushes it open. He walks in and sees both you and Heeseung standing there, his face morphing into that of confusion.

“Oh, hey. Didn’t expect to see you guys here.” Jake says to you both. You look at your brother for a second trying to process what is happening so fast.

“Oh uh…Heeseung came to hang out with you and I let him in, he was waiting for you…” You say shakily. Jake raises an eyebrow, looking between you and Heeseung.

“Really? He was waiting for me?” Jake asks skeptically. You nod quickly.

“Uh yeah? He was actually.” You say almost unsure of yourself. Jake shrugs, not questioning your response. Heeseung has been quiet this whole time watching yours and your brother’s interaction.

“Alright then. Well, what have you two been up to?” Jake asks casually. Your eyes widen and you look at Heeseung before looking back at Jake.

“Oh, we were just talking is all.” You say trying to sound normal. Heeseung nods, his expression neutral. How is he so calm? You think to yourself. You feel as if you’re going to faint from the pressure.

“Yeah bro, just chatting,” Heeseung says with a shrug. Jake raises an eyebrow again.

“Uh okay? You guys are acting weird…did something happen?” Jake asks suspicious of yours and Heeseung’s odd behavior. Heeseung chuckles nervously, trying to act nonchalant.

“Weird? We’re not acting weird. We’re just telling you what’s going on.” Heeseung said to Jake, looking at him and you.

“Yeah hah…you are the one being weird Jake!” You add nervously. Jake crosses his arms, looking between the two of you suspiciously.

“Yeah, you definitely are. You’re acting all nervous and avoiding eye contact. What’s going on?” Jake asks sternly. You pause and look at Jake and then Heeseung.

“Nothing! Look I have some homework due for my literature class…I gotta go! Bye Jake, bye Heesesung!” You say quickly and start to dash towards your room. Jake calls out to you as you start to leave.

“Wait Y/N! Don’t go yet! I want to talk to you.” Jake yells after you. You freeze.

“Can’t it wait? I have so much homework to do Jake.” Jake shakes his head, a smirk on his face.

“No, it can’t wait. It’s important. Come back here. You turn and walk back towards Jake and Heeseung slowly. You look up at Jake.

“Yes…Jake?” You ask him. Jake glances at Heeseung’s stiff posture, then back at you, who is trying to avoid eye contact with him. Jake’s smirk grows wider.

“I know you’re hiding something. Did you two break something?” Jake asks, trying not to laugh. Yeah your weird bro code, you thought to yourself. You look at Heeseung with wide eyes.

“Uh, what do you mean brother?” You ask Jake. Heeseung avoids eye contact with you, a hint of a smile playing at the corner of his lips.

“Yeah Y/N, what are you hiding?” Heeseung remarks. You glare at Heeseung. How dare he? You thought to yourself.

“What are you hiding Heeseung?” You say sharply, emphasizing ‘you’. Heeseung looks at you with a playful expression, his eyes sparkling.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m not hiding anything.” Heeseung says with a shrug.. You glare at him again.

“I’m not hiding anything either!” You say defensively. Jake chuckles, enjoying the tension between you two. Completely oblivious to the kind of tension. You two have always bickered back and forth, so this was nothing new.

“You two are definitely hiding something from me, I can tell by the way you both are acting…Just tell me what you broke, so I can fix it!” Jake lets out with a laugh. You turn to Jake with an intense glare. Why is he nagging so much?! You thought to yourself.

“Why do you care so much, Jake?” You ask exasperated. Jake raises his hand in mock surrender.

“Woah Y/N calm down. I just want to know what’s going on between you two. I don’t want there to be any secrets in this house. You sigh defeatedly.

Fine! We kissed! Is that what you wanted to hear?!” You say quickly. Jake’s eyes widen in surprise, looking between you and Heeseung. He did not expect that.

Wait! What?! You two kissed?” Jake said surprise written on his face. You sighed.

“So what about it? I’m an adult Jake!” You say to your brother. Jake scoffs, still looking between you and Heeseung who is standing there frozen with an unreadable expression on his face.

“So? You’re my sister and he’s my best friend. I don’t want to see you two involved like that!” Jake says intensely. It's your turn to scoff this time.

“Well too bad Jake! I can make my own decisions and so can Heeseung!” You say, pissed now. How can he tell you what to do? Jake crosses his arms, his expression stern.

“I know you can make your own decisions, but this is different. Heeseung is my best friend, and I don’t want to see him hurt you by messing around. He’s not good for you.” Jake says to you as if Heeseung isn’t even there. Heeseung’s face flashes with a look of hurt on his face before going back to being neutral. You glare at Jake.

“That’s not fair Jake! Heeseung is a good person!” You say to him. Jake raises an eyebrow skeptically.

“He may be a good person, but you don’t know him like I do. He’s not as innocent as he seems.” Jake says. You pause, a confused look on your face.

“What do you mean by that?” You say quietly. Jake sighs, clearly reluctant to share this information about his best friend.

“Heeseung, he has a ‘reputation’. He smokes, he parties a lot, and he’s always surrounded by girls. He’s not the kind of guy you should be messing with. Like I love Heeseung truly I do, but I want what’s best for you Y/N.”

You frown looking at Heeseung. “Heeseung…?” You ask quietly. Heeseung looks away, avoiding your gaze. He knows Jake is telling the truth.

“Yes, I do smoke and I party sometimes.” Heeseung said to you before looking away again. You look at Heeseung with tears in your eyes.

“And…the girls?” You ask barely above the whisper. Heeseung looks you straight in your eyes with a serious expression.

“There were a lot of girls, I admit. But I don’t care about them. I haven’t been with anyone since I’ve admitted to myself that I like you.” Heeseung said to you. He seemed genuine but you still had doubts.

“How do I know that? I’m different from those girls. They’re more your type.” You say nervously. Heeseung steps closer to you.

“I know you’re different. You’re not like any of those girls. You’re special. You are the only one I want.” Heeseung said, his voice low and sincere with tears in his eyes. You nod, turning to Jake.

“See Jake? He sounds genuine…” you say softly. Jake rolls his eyes, clearly not convinced.

“Just because he says it, doesn’t mean it’s true. He’s just trying to get into your pants.” Jake said. You looked down at the floor, breath shaky.

“He told me…he wanted to be with me…”You said quietly, barely audible. Jake scoffs again, his voice filled with disbelief.

“Oh, he did? And how do you know he wasn’t just saying that to get what he wanted? He’s known to be a player, so you know he’s good at sweet-talking. You look at Heeseung, who is standing there with a mixture of hurt and frustration on his face.

“Heeseung…say something…please…” You say desperately. Heeseung sighs, the look of frustration on his face deepening.

“I meant what I said Y/N. I do want to be with you. I’ve wanted to be with you for a long time! Like I said, I haven’t been with any other girls for months after I realized I’m in love with Y/N…” Heeseung said softly but firmly. You look at Jake, the tears finally flowing down your flushed cheeks.

“Why can’t you just let us be happy Jake?” You choke out. Jake’s expression softens he doesn’t like to see his little sister cry. But he still isn’t convinced, he just doesn’t want you to get hurt.

“It’s not that I don’t want you to be happy…it’s just I don’t want you to get hurt. Heeseung doesn’t seem like the type of guy to settle down. He’ll break your heart Y/N.” Jake says firmly. You sigh frustrated.

“Why don’t you let me find that out on my own if that’s true? I believe Heeseung. I trust him. You should too. Jake sighs, realizing he’s not going to change your mind.

“Fine. But don’t say I didn’t warn you. Just be careful okay? I don’t want to see you hurt sis.” Jake says softly. Your gaze softens before you walk up to Jake and place your hand on his shoulder.

“I know Jakey, and I appreciate you looking out for me…but I’m an adult and I know how to make my own decisions.” You say to your brother. Jake nods, reluctantly accepting your decision.

“I know you’re an adult Y/N, but you’re still my little sister, and I promised our parents to look after you. I just want what’s best for you…” Jake says to you. You grab Jake into a hug and hold him tightly.

“I know Jake, I know.” You whisper to him. Jake holds you for a second before pulling away. He gives you a small smile.

“Just promise me you’ll be careful. And…if Heeseung does anything to hurt you, I’ll kick his ass!” Jake says with a chuckle. You look at him and then at Heeseung, smiles on all three of your faces.

“I promise Jake, but you know I can take on Heeseung myself!” You say confidently. They both snort at that remark. You look at Heeseung and he smiles and nods in reassurance that he’s on your side. You then look at Jake who also gives you a small smile and a nod, assuring you that he too now supports your decision.

[gpcwsl]

Alessia Russo x Williamson-Reader:

crush on a friends sister.

Warnings: None.

“Oh come on, less! Tell me who!”

One Alessia’s best friend Leah said, as the two of them walk back into the Williamson’s house where bout Leah and Leah’s sister Y/n stayed.

Alessia told Leah on the car-ride here that she maybe have an eye on someone. A crush, a massive crush. Though Alessia can’t say who. Especially to Leah, she would go nuts.

The both of them finally walks on in, hearing the TV both of them assuming it being Y/n. “Yeah, no way Leah.”

Leah sighs, giving up for now but will definitely get back on this topic again. Looking over to your direction. Seeing you on the couch watching Friends. Laughing at every joke making Alessia melt at the sound.

“Hey, sis!” Leah shouts, you looking up from the TV saying an ‘hello’ back. Before quickly turning away but then turning back after spotting another pair of blonde hair.

“Oh, hey Russo!” Y/n says, waving Alessia over to make her sit next to her. “Come on! I remember you saying you love friends!”

Alessia smiles at you, nodding her head. Before walking over she: sets her bag on the kitchen side, slips off her shoes and hangs her jacket up on the coat hanger. Then she waddles over.

Sitting where you patted. Leaning her back on the couch. “So what episode is this?” She asks, looking towards you, smiling.

Unknown to both of you. Your sister stands where she stood when you spotting Alessia. She watched when Alessia blushed every time you laughed or even look at her.

She suspects something. Staring daggers at Alessia head. You however seem to notice your sister disappearance, you look over the couch to see her still standing in that same spot.

“Leah, come on!” You yell, breaking Leah and Alessia out there trance. Leah’s trance being staring at the back of Alessia’s head. Then Alessia’s trance being her eyes stuck on your face, looking at every detail. Her main detail, your lips.

“Yeah, coming…” Leah grumbles, her eyes now meeting Alessia’s as Alessia heard the grumble. Alessia looks at her friend in question to why she’s acting like this all of the sudden. Leah gives her a knowing look and nodding her head to you.

Alessia takes a few seconds before putting the pieces together. Leah knew, and oh was Alessia scared. Scared to when it will be hair then two alone. Cause she knows Leah will do some ‘older sister protection talk’ on her; and you all probably know how scary Leah can get.

Alessia gulps as she immediately avoids eye contact with Leah. Shifting uncomfortable on the sofa. You noticing comes closer to the blonde.

Leah smirks at she see the forward look away, confirming her suspension and smirking because the girl is scared of her, which she likes.

“I’m gonna go grab something.” Y/n announced, jumping up from the couch. Alessia’s eyes widen, quickly getting up to wanting to come with you and not spend these next few minutes alone with your sister.

As she was gonna speak up and walk with you, an arm stops her, pushing her back down on the couch. “Okay sis, grab me a Diet Coke please.”

Y/n nods her head, walking to the kitchen. Once your out of sight, Leah turns her head to Alessia. Who is again, avoiding eye contact with her. “Look at me.”

Alessia immediately looks up, hearing the venom slicing in her voice. Alessia began to talk. “I-I sorry, it’s just now that I’ve joined arsenal I’m seeing your sister everywhere I go with you, and I can’t help it. I’m definitely falling head over heels for her.”

Leah looks down at Alessia, her face still as everyone will say the ‘bitch rest face’ which scares everyone. Which is what happening with Alessia right now. “And you didn’t think to tell me?”

“I should’ve, I really should’ve Leah. But god, I was scared your gonna go all beast mode which is kinda what your doing now.” Alessia rambles out, her fingers fidgeting with eachother.

“Tell her.” Leah states, her expression still ain’t changing. Alessia looks up from her hands, confusion written on her face. “What?”

“Tell her how you feel. I know my sister, even if she doesn’t like the girl who asked her out she will let the girl have one shot.” Leah says, before continuing. “And if you survive the first date and she says yes to the next date, then you’re good, just don’t mess up. But if she kisses you on the first date, you’re golden, but don’t mess up!”

Alessia is still in shocked that Leah is going this easy on her. She seen Leah go full on protective on You before with your last girlfriends and dates. “Wait… your letting me take your sister out on a date? Without any big sister talk to me.”

“Yes, and I swear if you break her fucking heart Russo I will fucking smother you in your-“

“Woah! Woah! Leah you’re not smothering less!”

“Y/n!”

“You okay, less?” You ask the blonde to which she nods her head smiling at you. “Why do you wanna smother Less, Leah?”

“No reason.” Leah blankly states, as she walks over to the stairs and walking up. Probably going to her bedroom.

“Less? You care to tell me?”

“Urmm…”

“Less-?” You start but Alessia rambles out “Wouldyouwannagoonadatewithme?”

“Jeez less, a little slow please.” You say, laughing a little before placing you left hand on Alessia thigh. As you have sat down now.

Alessia clears her throat, her face reddening. “Right sorry umm, would you wanna go out sometime? As a date?”

You can’t help but to form a big smile on your face. It wasn’t a lie that you’ve known Alessia little crush, I mean she hasn’t been subtle about it on any way. “Thought you never asked.”

[simplydannie]

During the times Veneer freed Floyd only for Floyd to run straight back to him, did Floyd find Veneer having a breakdown after receiving one too many beatings from one of the Mistress' goons?

Oh he definitely did! And this was right after the Bergens REALLY let Veneer have it.

Floyd was set free… again.

The little Troll was half way out when a burning sensation tugged at his heart…Veneer. This was the third time, and always, Floyd managed to go back. He could leave them at the hands of that evil woman, he almost did once… he couldn’t do it again.

With a heavy sigh, Floyd turned back around and headed back straight to Veneer.

Veneer had been beaten up before. It was nothing new. If it was bullies at school, it was the thugs of the under city that would completely pound him. They’d always assume he was weak, but he never fought back, especially now, because he knew his sisters life was on the line.

The Bergens left him on the floor, blood coming from his nose and mouth, his eye swelling up in pain. He looked towards the doorway as Velvet watched him, a frown on her face, crossed arms, she avoided his gaze.

“I had to let him go. It was the right thing to do.” He told her. She didn’t answer for a moment. “Please say something?”

“…. You ruined it…. You ruined it again.” Was all she said before walking away. Lump formed in his throat. Tears began to form but stung his bruised eyes. Veneer tried to stand and follow after her, but he was to weak this time. The Bergens really did a number. All he could do was crawl. Veneer crawled to the bathroom. Using the sink, he lifted himself to take a look in the mirror…. His face was bruised, his needles shut, blood staining his face… how could he keep on doing this?

The tears escaped him as he allowed himself to fall back to the ground, hugging his knees… he wanted somebody, he wanted Velvet, his parents, he wanted to Floyd… he wanted to be comforted. He just couldn’t take it anymore, his body couldn’t take it anymore, he physically and mentally couldn’t take it anymore. And it’s as if Velvet wasn’t even there. She let them beat him, she’d only stare with distant eyes, a pink hue always glowing….what happened to her? Sometimes he would look at her and it’s as if she wasn’t even there, as if something had replaced her. Was he like that sometimes? Is that what happened when he lost control that one day and captured Floyd? So many questions and thoughts swirled his head….He was just so tired. Veneer lay on the floor hugging himself tightly, he body shaking from the cold, pain, and tears that escaped him.

Floyd made his way through the vents of the facility. Perhaps he convince Veneer this time to leave with him, but it would be hard. He’d never leave without Velvet. Something changed in her…something eating from the inside out. He’d see it in Veneer sometimes, but he wasn’t to far gone….

He could hear screams and shouts through the air vents: The Mistress. She was angry, “Did you give him pain? Did you beat him senseless?” She shouted to her Bergens.

“Yes m’am.”

“Killed him. You should’ve just killed him! I am tired of this! He’s let the damn Troll out once to many times!” She sat her desk staring at the wall, “They ask me if it was a good idea bringing those two in. But so far, they’ve been the only ones to withstand the Troll poison and its effect…”

Floyd crept closer as he heard the mention of the twins, his ears perked up to catch every word.

“Other candidates are probably stronger Mistress.” Gruff commented.

“No..No the other’s have tested candidate after candidate. These two…they are definitely something. One is for them to survive so long alone in the under city. It’s proving effective. Veneer is resilient though. Somehow he’s strong enough to overcome the effects. That’s something definitely worth noting, but if he keeps screwing up, I’m afraid he wont see the end of day…”

Vennie, Floyd took off running in search of Veneer. He figured he’d probably be in the same room he had set Floyd free in, if the Bergens didn’t drag him away somewhere that is. Floyd ran to the room he thought he see Veneer in…He peeked through..empty.

“Where’s they drag you off too Vennie?” The little Troll was about to run off when he heard the cries coming from the bathroom. Using his hair, Floyd lowered himself to the ground. He waited a moment to make sure no distant sounds were coming, to make sure it was safe. After a moment, Floyd ran to the restroom…it was slightly opened. Peeking through, his heart shattered. Veneer was laying on the ground, hugging his knees, tears streaming down his face. His body shaking as he couldn’t control his sobs.

“Vennie?” Floyd approached the Rageon slowly, but Veneer didn’t hear. He continued to cry..

“….I want mom… I want dad….I want to go home” He heard him say in between his sobs. Floyd saw that Veneer couldn’t take it anymore… he was starting to see Under Rageous as home. That place wasn’t home, it was hell. Floyd walked to the Rageon and placed his small hand on Veneers arm. The Rageon felt the touch, and opened his one eye that wasn’t swollen.

“Oh Vennie. What did they do? Those monsters..” Floyd murmured.

“You need to go.” Veneer said.

“No. I can’t. Not like this. You need me here. I’m here for you. You got that.” Floyd said.

“But if they find you…”

“Let them. I’ll even walk back into the diamond willingly. Make it seemed that you changed your mind and caught me again.”

“But Floyd…”

“Stop it and just listen to me please.” Floyd stretched at his arms as far as he could. Embracing the top of the Rageons head, “just stay quiet for a while okay. I’m here.” Veneer squeezed his eyes shut, taking in the Trolls small touch. He began to cry again, but not because of hurt anymore, because relief and comfort… because Floyd was there, a familiarity. The anguish Veneer once felt suddenly washed away. He sighed in relief, allowing the stress to finally leave him. “That’s right. I’m right here. I’m not leaving you… not again.”

Floyd rested his little head on top of Veneers. The Rageons breathing slowed as he finally felt peaceful. Veneer allowed himself to close his eyes and slowly drift to sleep. He knew he had to face Mistress again. He knew they would be back in square one once Floyd was back in the diamond. But for now, Veneer allowed himself this moment to just rest and be in the comfort of someone he cared about… and who cared for him….

… everything else, they could figure out later.

[softspeirs]

Daisies + Love Letters (7): John Egan x OC

Author's Note: It's been so long but good news: I am still insane over these two, and they're still insane for each other. This one takes place post-war. TW for nightmares, mentions of PTSD, and descriptions of violence.

Seven. Dreams.

He wakes with a start, a cry dying in his throat. Instead of fading, the images behind his eyes are still vivid.

Her voice is the first thing he hears. “I love you. You’re safe.” She whispers, her words a soothing balm on his tired, tired soul.

He wipes a hand over his face, not really embarrassed, but feeling a strange type of shame that he can’t voice.

“‘m sorry.” He mumbles.

She doesn’t tell him not to apologize - she doesn’t need to. They’ve been here before.

“Love you too.” He adds, voice earnest. “I’m okay.”

He dreams of that night in Germany at least once a week. It gets worse every time. Some nights he dreams of these men he didn’t even know, the helplessness and stark fear that hit him when he realized what was happening.

Other nights he dreams it’s Gale with him. Gale and Crank and Murph and the rest, and he has to watch as they go down one by one, the terrible bang of a gunshot echoing in his ears long after he wakes.

Ellie is always right there, right there with a soothing word and a kiss to his sweaty brow. She has never once asked him what he dreams about, and she never tells him it’s all going to be okay. She tells him she loves him instead, and he fights the little voice in his head that screams you don’t deserve her over and over again.

The worst part of all of this is that the dreams get worse when he sees the guys, when Gale and Marge come to visit or when Benny stops by on his way through town.

It takes everything he has not to shut himself away, to do what he’s always done and isolate himself after drinking himself to sleep.

So they escaped to Manitowoc, seeking a safe haven at his childhood home, and still it was impossible.

He scared his mother half to death as he lurched awake in the middle of the night, wishing like hell he had asked Ellie to abandon decorum and sleep in his bedroom with him.

He had begged her to go to a hotel with him the next night, refusing to give his mother any more to worry about, anxious to get away from the wary, scared glances from his sisters. He knows they don’t pity him, but he doesn’t know what to tell them and they don’t know what to say.

Now, he sits up in bed, head in his hands as he tries to catch his breath. His heart rate is high but slowing as Ellie leans over and rubs a gentle hand on his back. He shudders under her touch.

"Come with me," She says softly, taking his hand and urging him out of bed.

They pause so she can pull her robe over her shoulders, and she hands him the matching one from the hook by the bed. When they're both ready, she takes his hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

Silently, they both head for the door, Ellie leading the way and John closing it softly behind them. They booked a hotel right on Lake Michigan and Ellie is grateful for it now as they sink their feet into the cool sand.

Bucky squeezes her hand again as they walk. "Thank you." He says quietly. He sighs as the cool lake breeze hits him. "Did I scare you?"

"No." Her answer is quick, definitive.

"I know I keep you awake some nights.”

“But it’s not your fault. And it doesn’t scare me. I just wish I could make things better for you.”

He looks down at her quickly, eyes going back to his feet as he schools his expression - he’s still not used to her wanting to take care of him. “You do make things better. Just by being here, you do.”

She hugs his arm close, squeezing his hand and pressing a kiss to his shoulder.

“Can we just… can we just sit here for a while?” He asks, and it’s so plaintive, she can’t deny him, can’t push him to be more vulnerable.

So they sit in the sand, they watch the waves come rolling in, and she leans her head on his broad shoulder and she scoots closer, feels the kiss he presses to the crown of her head.

This ache inside of him won’t go away. Maybe not ever. He knows that, doesn’t need a doctor or anyone else to confirm what he already knows - he lost a piece of himself in the stalag, the piece of him that was halfway dead the minute they tried to kill him on a city street in Germany. Hell, maybe even before then, as he watched crew after crew go down.

Whether she knows it or not, Ellie has already helped him tremendously. She saved his life. The nights he doesn’t have nightmares, he dreams of her. Of her and the life they’ll have together, as soon as he gathers his courage and asks her the damn question.

“We should go see your family.” He blurts, voice rough.

She frowns. “Won’t that—“ Won’t that make it worse? She doesn’t say it out loud, but it’s understood anyway, hanging in the air between them.

“It would be nice to get out of the city for a while.”

Ellie hums. “Are you asking me to run away with you?”

“I think we already did that part.” His voice is low with laughter. He leans in, nose ghosting over the shell of her ear. He presses a kiss there, where her ear meets her neck, and inhales the subtle sweet scent of her, perfume lingering from the day.

She turns towards him and they hover there in the in between, their breath mingling and growing heavier as they delight in being this close, finding comfort in the warmth radiating off each other.

“I’d go anywhere with you, John Egan.”

He kisses her then, a little more feverishly than he intended, but he can’t help himself, not when she’s here and she’s looking at him like that, and she loves him.

[gweelczz]

“Don’t nobody wanna hear that”

Emerald Haywood x black!fem!reader

(might just make this a damn Everybody x reader because that’s where it’s going smh sorry y’all)

Warnings: mentions of swearing (mostly Emerald), Oj and Angel are included, Angel has horrible anxiety and needs a hug desperately, blunt passing, alcohol consumption (reader and Oj, reader is of age), spoilers for movie NOPE, some slight ooc things that don’t go with the movie plot, they all love each other so much

Word count: let that shit ride

Genre: suggestive, mostly fluff, elements of horror (Jean Jacket)

Summary: Jean Jacket is hounding the territory of the Haywood ranch and Emerald is tired of hearing about it, she wishes things could go back to the way they were while Oj is out for revenge. Angel’s nerves are shot and he could really use a hug

“Why can’t we ever just do normal shit without you bringing up t-that thing who took pops!?” Emerald was sat next to Oj trying to focus on her fish sandwich and fries but her knuckle-headed brother was making it hard. Oj sat glancing out of the window halfway in thought halfway tuning his sister out. He understood where she was coming from but as long as that thing was alive he wouldn’t allow himself to rest, not yet at least. There was shit to be done, flying saucer and screaming in the sky or not and he wished his sister understood that. He didn’t want to fight with her but it seemed this situation wasn’t sinking in for her. “Don’t nobody wanna talk about that” she continued glancing at her tray before reaching over to take your hand in hers. You sat across from them next to Angel who had shut out the world traumatized from the events that took place earlier that evening. His mind wouldn’t let him erase the sounds of people screaming in the sky right above the house, the blood oozing down the windows and that cloud that never moved for the past six months. He fiddled with a bracelet you gifted him awhile back after a few months of working at Frys, he did it when his anxiety was getting really bad and he needed to ground himself. You placed a hand on his thigh reassuringly giving it a soft pat, you two share a slight smile before you turned to face Emerald.

She gazed at you visibly relaxing when you smiled softly at her. You two had started dating a few months back before her dad had passed. You had been there for her and Oj helping them with everything they needed. You became like part of the crew growing closer to all of them even helping them with the installation of their cameras alongside Angel. You gently squeezed her hand rubbing your ring clad thumb across the back of it. “Emerald he’s right baby, we gotta kill this thing before we even think about trying to live relatively normal lives again, innocent people are dying.” You gazed at her with a sympathetic smile watching as she deflated and her shoulders dropped. Angel had finished his food last not really having an appetite, placing his hands on the table he sighed gazing between the siblings who were slightly bickering again. “I’m going outside” and without waiting for a response he kissed your cheek silently thanking you for the comfort and hopped over the booth seat making his way out of the door. He definitely needed some space and you’d all grant him that. About twenty minutes had passed and you wanted to check on him, standing to your feet you followed Angel outside the other two heavy on your trail.

“What do you want me to do Oj? Huh? You want me to say I’m sorry? Is that it!?” Emerald lashed out softer than you thought she was outstretching her arms as she stared at her partner in crime since they were kids. He stood undeterred and blank faced. “There’s shit to do Em, I got mouths to feed” his baritone octave shot out from where he stood, soft spoken as usual with strength behind it. Now was not the time to be arguing with her especially when that thing was still alive but she needed to stop blocking it out as if it never happened. Emerald, defeated hung her head before turning away from you three “there’s always shit to do”. Angel who had been silent since they walked outside placed the hood of his jacket over his head before speaking “well I’m assuming you’re crashing at my place… because you can” he mumbled before sharing a look with you and walking off towards the van. You’d be sure to speak with him later. You walked over to Oj placing a hand on his shoulder tossing him a small smile. He’d grew on you when it came to affection usually making a disgusted face but when it came to you three he allowed it in his system just for a little while. “Cowboy is it alright to kiss your cheek?” You softly asked not wanting to ever overwhelm him or push past his limit, but with you three his limit was unlimited.

He tossed you a side eyed glance with a soft “Mhm” before tapping his cheek. You leaned up a bit placing a soft kiss there wiping your lipgloss off afterwards “just give her time cowboy, just give her time”.

———

The ride back was mostly silent considering the tension was so thick you could slice it like butter. You rode in the back with Emerald your hands intertwined with hers while playing in her curls. You shared a few kisses and you squeezed her gently silently reassuring her. Pulling up to Angel’s apartment which was not new to you, you all climbed out walking inside. Angel went straight to his room after telling you guys to make yourselves at home (he definitely was not okay no matter how many times he said it) Oj occupied the spare bedroom opting to give you guys space and himself peace of mind leaving you and Emerald in the living room. You both laid on the couch you on your back and her on top of you tracing patterns onto your skin. A hand in your braids fiddling with the jewels her and Angel helped you place in them. “He’s right but I don’t want to admit it… admitting it makes that thing real and I don’t want my brother hurt. He’s the only thing I have left since pops and if I lose him I’ll lose my fucking mind.” You listened silently as she vented playing in her curls mindlessly, a habit you’d picked up.

You now understand why she was so adamant to leave this place and take you all with her, she was scared, hell you all were but if you knew Oj like you think you did he’d never voice it. Just like he never voiced his grief.. “I know baby, which is why we gotta fight this thing, Oj is brave and he always puts us first.. we need to take care of him for a change. We’re gonna be okay.. all of us.” You spoke softly kissing her cheeks softly moving over to her lips. Her tongue taking purchase in your mouth as the kiss grew heated. Coming up for air breathlessly, emerald placed her forehead against yours chuckling softly “you better stop where you at before I lift up this dress and satisfy my appetite, haven’t had you in days”. “Emerald Monica Haywood this is not your house you are not doing that here!” You whisper yelled rolling your eyes. “If you want I can go get Angel, I’ve seen the way y’all look at each other.. I could film! man that shit would be hot!” She rubbed your thigh while speaking with a smirk drawn on her lips causing you to swat her arm. “Shut up nigga!” “Ion see yo ass denying that shit” emerald smirked wider making you push her off “I’m going to go cuddle Angel dammit”

You could hear her laughing as you both walked towards the back, you to Angel’s room her to Oj’s. Knocking on the cherry wood door you waited patiently for a response. After hearing the soft ‘come in’ you made your way inside immediately noticing how Angel tired to quickly wipe his tears. “Oh AJ” you sighed walking over to his bed in his small cluttered room, band records lay across the floor, a pile of clothes in the corner and his desk area with his desktop so cluttered you could barely see the chair. You sat down beside him gently taking his hands squeezing them softly “tell me what’s wrong, please”. Before he could respond you stopped him already knowing what he would say, “It’s not nothing, you’re not fine and no it’s not childish.. but I won’t push you, you’ve had a rough three to fours days. Your anxiety is shot and you’re terrified to step foot back on that ranch.. you’ve know me for how long? Talk to me AJ”. Angel took a deep breath allowing the tears to fall, he shook his head breathing out a sob. “I-I know this is bigger than me b-but I could be doing more! OJ almost died a-and those screams and t-the blood I’ll never be able to erase that from my mind.. those innocent people died because of a fake cowboy with a god complex and it’s after us next!

I… I can’t stomach the thought of one of you dying and me standing there helplessly and frozen in fear. I care about all of you so much, you all adopted me into the group like one of your own a-and I don’t want to be dead weight or a liability..”. He was full on sobbing now making Emerald and Oj’s ears perk up, making their way across the hall to his room Emerald rapidly knocked. “Is he okay!? Is he hurt!? What’s going on!?” The last thing she wanted was for something to happen to any of you and so hearing Angel full on sobbing frightened the both of them. “Oj you try” she whispered to her brother clutching his arm slightly tugging “Angs can we come in? We just want to make sure you’re okay… we’ll sit out here if it’s too much”. Angel gazed at you nodding his head through tears, he was so inconsolable he couldn’t speak.

He didn’t want space between them he wanted all of them close to him that way he could see they were alright. He was sobbing into your chest as you spoke through the door on his behalf, “come on in guys”. Emerald hesitated not wanting to overwhelm him with too many people, she glanced at OJ who was already looking at her. They spoke with no words. “Are you sure? We don’t want to make it worse”, there was a pause before they heard you speak again “he wants you guys in here too” and that’s all Emerald needed to hear before she was opening the door and heading inside OJ in tow. OJ closed the door behind him while Emerald sat on the bed gazing at Angel who had stopped sobbing but was still shedding tears. OJ sat beside her gazing at everyone silently. “Angel it’s alright we’re all here in one piece see?” Emerald thumped the back of OJ’s head jokingly hoping to earn at least a small smile from the other. “And you’re still here with us” Oj glared at Emerald nudging her shoulder with his elbow “get away from me” he mumbled rolling his eyes which caused Angel to crack a small smile.

You rubbed his back in soft circles smiling as well at the other’s antics. Emerald beamed in triumph placing an arm around Oj’s shoulders which he allowed for now before speaking. “Thanks for saving my ass out there A, if you hadn’t been there I would’ve walked out of the house and who knows what would’ve happened to me. You’re a brave son of a bitch with quick ass thinking” Angel smiled a bit nodding his head “All I did was grab a knife and take shelter but I’m glad I saved you and thank you for calling me brave… it means a lot to me”. Emerald shook her head placing a hand onto his leg “you’re braver than me! The first night here when we found out about it I was ready to dip, but grumpy over here wouldn’t leave with me” OJ rolled his eyes slightly nudging her once again “got mouths to feed”. She rolled her eyes this time thumping his head again “yeah yeah yeah, well now you only have four and three of us can feed ourselves!” They began to bicker again causing you and Angel to laugh. Yeah, you guys were gonna be alright.

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love the new chapter!! is there any chance we could get a snippet of jj and rafe interacting at some point? i’m so excited for how their dynamic is going to play out

Yes!! This takes place during Midsummers!

Read Wild Winds Here!

18+ MDNI | Language, references to sex, Rafe aggravating JJ.

Tagging @cdragons, since Ellie belongs to her!

At first he thought Ellie was going to breeze past him, but soon it became abundantly clear that she was heading for him, rather than around, and so he lifted an eyebrow, trying to remember the last time they actually spoke one-on-one. “Ellie…?”

“What do you think you’re doing?” A frown crossed Ellie’s forehead and he only lifted both eyebrows into his hairline, clearly surprised by not only her talking to him, but the intensity of which she started with. 

“Like right now?” Rafe glanced around, eyebrows still raised, “Just…standing here…?”

“No, not right now,” Ellie rested a hand on her hip and Rafe only continued to look on in confusion. “I’ve seen your car on the Cut more than a few times, and I’ve seen the way you stare at Logan at the club. What’s your game?”

“My…game…?”

“You’re either creepy as fuck or you’re up to no good,” Ellie lifted an eyebrow of her own, but despise the shorter girl trying to appear intimidating, Rafe had to try to keep his amusement from showing as he realized what Ellie was referring to, “so which is it?”

“Uh…” Rafe lifted a hand to scratch behind his ear, covering his laugh with a cough when her eyes narrowed even further, “...neither…?”

“I know what I’ve seen, Rafe,” Ellie tapped her foot against the floor, “you better leave her alone. I don’t know why you’re bullying Pope and JJ or why there’s a feud, but it needs to stop. Going after Logan is only going to make things worse. If you think they’re mad now…”

“Yeah…” Rafe didn’t bother to hide his chuckle this time, “that’s not what's happening, at all.”

“Then what’s happening?” Ellie asked, “Are you obsessed or something? Because you’re lucky JJ’s been too distracted to pick up on it. Trust me when I say no one messes with his sister.” 

“I’m not messing with his sister,” Rafe shook his head, “you can all relax, alright?”

“Rafe…” Ellie shook her head back and forth, “I swear, if you’re going after her…”

“Maybe…” Rafe took a step to the side, leaning over to place his untouched flute of champagne on one of the nearby tables, “you should open your eyes a little bit, huh, Sherlock? If you’re already watching, you’re definitely not looking close enough.” Ellie’s frown deepened and he sent her a wink when she didn’t respond, “You have a good night, Ellie.”

However, before he could successfully sneak away, not being able to stand being away from Logan any longer, he ran directly into JJ, the youngest Maybank looking the opposite of pleased, his own eyebrows furrowed as he looked between him and Ellie, “What the fuck is goin’ on over here?”

Rafe sighed heavily, eyes lifting upwards before he connected the dots, making a mental note to give Logan the twenty bucks he bet her earlier. “Lookin’ good, JJ. Didn’t know you were invited to this shindig,” 

“H—he’s my guest…” 

“Right,” Rafe drew the word out, glancing between the two as he nodded slowly, “the uniform just screams guest…” 

“What do you want, Rafe?” JJ moved closer to Ellie, all of them vaguely aware of a soft voice calling Ellie away, both Rafe and JJ watching as Ellie glanced between them nervously before moving towards her mother. “You don’t have any business talking to Ellie.”

Rafe cocked an eyebrow, looking over JJ’s shoulder towards the spot Ellie stood with her mom, Anna, and Kiara, amusement crossing his eyes as he looked back to JJ, “Last time I checked, Maybank, I can talk to whomever I want.” JJ’s eyes narrowed further, “And uh—last time I checked, Ellie came up to me. So you better get a grip on yourself and man up before she moves on to someone else…”

JJ took a step forward and Rafe pulled his hands from his pockets, grabbing onto JJ’s shoulders, squeezing them just a little too tight as JJ glared up at him, jaw set hard, “Mind your fuckin’ business, Rafe—”

“Yeah, I’mma do that,” Rafe drug his hands across JJ’s shoulders before he gripped his tie, the crooked accessory bothering him as he adjusted it, tightening it just a little tighter than need be as JJ slapped his hands away. Rafe easily took a step back, smirk falling across his face as he slipped his hands into his pockets, “Make sure you tell Logan I thought she was lookin' really hot yesterday at work, alright? Your sister’s a smoke show.” If it was possible, JJ turned at least three different shades of red, both hands squeezed into a fist as Rafe walked away, purposely bumping into his shoulder as he passed, but before he could get too far away, he turned around and ran a hand along his jaw, JJ nearly vibrating where he stood as Rafe glanced pointedly towards Ellie, his voice loud enough that she could hear,  “And uh, use protection tonight. No glove, no love—bro.”

[nocturnalghoul]

Mushy May Day 5: Hair braiding

Dew and Mountain have regular hair braiding events going back to when they were first summoned. Rain learns the serene intimacy that comes along with braiding somebody's hair and having somebody braid your own.

I might rework this into something longer and/or more in-depth another time, but enjoy this for now. Happy Mushy May <3!

Words: 573

Rating: Gen/Everyone

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The event of the night was a near sacred ritual for Dew and Mountain. They had originally learned how to braid hair from one of the sisters in an attempt to keep it out of their faces during practice, but within a few short weeks both found that they had come to appreciate the silent intimacy that the gesture brought and it all had blossomed from there. 

The two established a monthly tradition to dedicate at least one night every month to weave as intricate of braids as they could into the other’s hair. Mountain would always bring small flowers that he thought would compliment the other ghouls long silvery hair to weave in, and Dew would bring fascinating rocks and trinkets that he would find in the lake or nearby river. It added an extra layer of knowing one another that made the night feel extra special.

The first time that the ghoulettes saw them after one of these nights they had immediately asked to join, and the pair were more than happy to let them. It seemed like the perfect way to grow closer to the new ghoulettes. Dew and Mountain taught them slowly how to braid, but no matter what they always did each other’s hair so that the original intent of the tradition was never lost. 

Now here they were once again with their newest addition to the night. Rain had not really seen the point of the tradition at first, but now as he felt Dew’s fingers softly work down his scalp grabbing small sections of hair he was starting to understand. 

The combination of the soft hum that Dew let out as he concentrated and the attention to detail made him feel so seen and cared for considering the simplistic action. He had decided to start small, mostly wanting to observe the other ghouls before jumping in fully, but the delicate pull of the twin french fishtail braids that Dew had talked him into was leaving him wanting for more. 

Rain watched the intricate looping braids being built up by Cumulus on the other ghoulettes head and was mesmerized. He had no idea what was happening but the serene look on Cirrus’ face and the dedication on Cumulus’ left him feeling almost jealous. 

Right as he was getting lost in the motions of the ghoulettes he felt Dew’s breath ghost across the back of his neck as he hummed in satisfaction at a job well done. After securing the hair off with an elastic, Dew moved to pining occasional forget-me-nots that Mountain had brought into the water ghoul’s hair. 

“Those really bring out your eyes, Rainbow” Mountain called out from across the room where he was trying to organize the trinkets that he and Dew had brought. “I’m really glad you decided to join us” he heard Dew whisper just loud enough for him to hear, the tiniest whispers of his broken purr beginning to start up. 

Finally the fire ghoul finished and brought him over to the mirrors so he could see how everything looked. 

“So Rainy, do ya like it?” Dew prompted, moving the small hand mirror around behind Rain’s head so he could get a view of the back. 

“This is so much better than I imagined. I adore this.” he replied, a loud purr of his own kicking up. Yeah, Rain would definitely be making an appearance at these functions from now on.

[smollangrycat]

Drown, Prt 8 (I)

(Avatar: WOW Oc)

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Quick Note - Hi Luvs! I’m so sorry for the late update life has been kicking my ass rn so agin I’m sorry. This is Pt 1 of chapter 8, Pt 2 should be out later today. 😆 I would also like to give a massive thanks to all the love you guys have shown my fics, it truly makes my day!! 🥰 Have a lovely day/night! 😊

Avatar: WOW spoilers. 

Summary

(During Avatar: WOW) Alue’k is terrified of water, so what happened when some Metkayina boys think it would be funny to drag her into the sea and leave her.

Warnings

Mentions of drowning / fear of water

Slight mentions of blood

Bullying 

Language

If you think anything else needs to be added leave a comment. 

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Anger.

The definition is - a strong feeling of annoyance, displeasure, or hostility.

Alue’k didn’t like this emotion. She believed it made people do rash, harsh things, made them not think things through and hurt the people they loved. It made people hurt.

She didn’t want people to hurt.

However, now, Alue’k only wanted them to hurt. The bloody plant she had pulled from her lungs was her evidence of their cruelty, not to mention the cuts on her neck and bruised face. They had made her suffer … now she wanted the same for them. 

She wanted them to hurt like she hurt, in time she knew they would but right now she just wanted her family. She crumbled into herself as painful sobs shook her body, Alue’k cliched the blood speckled gill weed to her chest. She didn’t know why, she couldn’t let it go.

Neteyam and Lo’ak where at a loss, they just watched their sister, there baby sister pull a plant from her throat, a plant what was covered in drops of blood.

Neteyam was the first to move, he shuffled close to his sister wrapping his arms around her a pulled her close.

Lo’ak moved shortly after cuddling into his brothers side and grasping Alue’ks hand. 

No words were spoken just silence, comfortable silence.

… - Alue’k! Alue’k!

Eek - This way.

Tonôwa - Bark! Bark!

Shouting (and barking, curtsy of Tonôwa) could be heard from further up the beach, just by the tree line. The three sibling looked in the direction of the sound and a small pit opened in Alue’ks tummy.

Tonôwas came rushing towards his friend and all but ran into her open arms. He rubbed his face into hers, licking at her tear stained face making Alue’k smile, she cuddled close to her friend. Her smile dropped however when she spotted the cut above his shoulder, it was fresh dried blood cling to his skin around the wound. She was going to send these boys back to Eawa.

The two figures made their way down the beach towards the huddles siblings. Alue’k held Tonôwa tight as she buried herself further into Neteyam.

Subconsciously the boys grip tightened slightly as the figure grew closer, he wasn’t scared more relived than anything actually but he could feel Alue’ks fear, so he would hold her close. He would make her feel safe.

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@mxyz-nex

@inutheangelheeang

@abbersreads

@mashiromochi

@carolinemacher

@octavias-next-meat-bite

@sophiexoxo-lol

@ksata

[sweetmusingss]

Oscar grinned at you after hearing what you said to him, having missed you referring to him as a koala. He looked back at you, his eyes practically twinkling. “Okay, let’s go to Australia,” he said, squeezing your hand gently and pecking your lips once more before showing the flight attendant your tickets, having been holding onto his and Sophie’s tickets and he definitely wasn’t sitting apart from you on the plane. He needed you as close as possible. He boarded with you, barely even looking at his sister and her fiance as they just stared open mouthed at the two of you walking on the plane, holding hands. 

Katie was leaning over Max, the two of them obsessing over what they were going to do on their first day in Australia, since they were both so organized before looking up when seeing her brother. She nudged her fiance for him to see what she was looking at. “Oh my god.. What just happened?!” Oscar was just with Sophie but she could not be more grateful that the two of you were here together now.

I held tight onto Oscar’s hand as he led us onto the plane, holding one of his hands in both of mine, really hating planes and flying but I wasn’t even thinking about that right now. I was just so focused on being with Oscar. I smiled over at Katie and Max when I heard Katie’s voice, realizing we were sitting in the row right next to them, unable to hide the giant grin on my face. “I may have done a last minute huge romantic gesture... and Sophie is no longer with us.” I bite my lip when Oscar gives me a look, giggling a bit and shrugging. “She’s fine, she’s just not Oscar’s girlfriend anymore. And I am coming to Australia. Katie, I will be rummaging through your suitcase at some point because I brought absolutely nothing.” 

Max had nearly spat out the sip of Redbull he was currently drinking when Katie pointed and he saw me instead of Sophie. “Oh thank god. Thank god. I could not handle that girl for one more minute, no offense, Oscar.” Max chuckles, he was just so happy to finally see the two of us together again and not fighting. The last time he saw us, we were actively avoiding even looking at one another and now we were here, Oscar doting on me and me being all smiles, just like it was before.

I giggle at Max’s confession, he was always on my team with the whole Sophie thing. He really didn’t like her and didn’t see the appeal, and it brought us closer over the past few months. I sit in the window seat, watching as Oscar put his back up in the overhead bins, unable to stop myself from staring at the little sliver of skin of his tummy that was exposed from the action. I quickly avert my eyes, smiling up at him as he sat down next to me in the aisle seat, taking his hand in mine again. “I can’t believe I’m here... I can’t believe we’re going to Australia.” 

__

I giggle softly when hearing what she said, it feeling nice to hear that people who knew us both so well could see that too. It was nice to know that it wasn’t just in my head. “Yeah, I think I might just be at every race for the foreseeable future as long as everything works out the way that I want it to,” I say. It was important to me that I spent my time off supporting you and seeing you excel at what you loved so much. “I know you have always joked about forcing me to become a WAG too but I never thought I wanted to until now. Now I can’t wait to be at the track,” I smile at the thought, already so far gone for you. “We can hang out while the guys are busy. I need you to teach me all about the lifestyle,” I grin at her.

“Oh, I’m so excited to have a fellow WAG who is actually my friend!” Renee giggles, rubbing Leo’s floppy ears. “It’s a lot to handle being at the track, just a warning. The fans are insane sometimes, and there are so many rules. I know RedBull and Ferrari are the two best teams, and that comes with a lot of rules and standards... especially for Max. I’m sure he’ll tell you, but just prepare for long days of watching your boyfriend basically drive a rocket ship day after day and then dealing with the aftermath. Especially after crashes...” She didn’t want to bring you down, but she also wished that there was someone there to warn her about these things when she first got with Charles. She had to deal with it all on her own and it was a lot. “I wouldn’t trade my life or my relationship for the world, but watching him put his life in danger willingly... I swear, I’ve lost at least a year of my life.” She laughs, trying to lighten the mood, but she also knew Max. He was hot headed and was quick to anger. She knew he’d never be like that with you, never in a million years, but he had a reputation for a reason and she wanted you to be prepared for that. “I’ll introduce you to some of the other WAGs when we’re in Canada, they’re nice!" 

[heisenho]

Gifts

Karl Heisenberg x Fem!Reader

Summary: Daniela has been giving you gifts, Heisenberg does not really take it too well.

Warnings: SMUT! MINORS DNI!

A/N: Hello, I am here with my first Heisenberg fic and I really love him sdfsdksf This is basically Porn without Plot, please don't kill me lol. I haven't written smut in a while, in fact I haven't written in a while, period. So this is a little rusty, but i like it, so... Heisenberg stans, come get yall juice!! Also, requests are open!! ~Beff

You hummed softly to yourself as you walked towards the bathroom. Heisenberg had gone out to meet with his family, and you were all alone. Daniela, the only other person who knew about you being there, had given you some things to make your stay with Heisenberg a little... more bearable.

Cute clothes, some nice perfume (for some reason?), deodorant, small things she definitely did not find from their victims luggage. Every once in a while when Heisenberg brings horribly wrapped gifts back to you, you know Daniela has found yet another trinket to give you.

“Why does she wrap those?” Karl would ask.

“You’re jealous, aren’t you?”

You would smile up at him, holding the gift close to your heart. Karl would roll his eyes, behind his sunglasses of course, and go take care of anything else that needed to be done. He didn’t leave you alone a lot, but when he did, you knew he was feeling upset. Jealousy mostly.

You wore nothing but a cute silk robe that Daniela had gifted you, and held a large fluffy towel against your stomach, another gift from the Dimitrescu (probably belonged to her mother). You were about to reach the bathroom when you heard footsteps through the house.

“Hey-”

You turned to find Karl, finding him standing in the doorway. His sunglasses were off and his eyes were dark, filled with something primal, something you had never seen before.

“Hi?”

Your voice brought his attention back to you. His eyes raked up your body before finally settling on yours once more.

“Daniela give you that?”

“Uh-” You swallowed hard, watching Heisenberg stalk towards you, slowly, “yes.”

He smirked, “I’m beginning to think this isn’t something so innocent.”

Furrowing your brows and cocking your head, you blinked at him. “Something more? What are you- I thought we-”

“I thought so too.”

“If you want, I can go take it off? I just wanted to take a bath, and- I don’t know, feel cute...”

“Take it off.”

His eyes were darker now, his body tense. You nodded meekly and turned back towards the room you had been staying in. You started to walk towards it, but were stopped.

“No, I mean right now.”

“Karl, I’m-” Your voice grew quiet, almost a whisper, “I’m not wearing clothes under this.”

“I know.”

It clicked. Fuck. He wanted to see you naked. The two of you had shared a couple of heated moments, but never anything further than tongue kissing and almost dry humping. Mother Miranda had a way of stopping anything from happening. She had the best timing it seemed. But, he had already dealt with Miranda, so now, you were all his.

“I don’t know,” you felt like you were going to combust.

Karl was on you now, looking down at you with a lust filled gaze. Almost animalistic. You breath caught and you stared up at him, frozen. His hand met the towel in your arms and he took it from you, softly, and examined it.

“Another gift, I presume? This looks like my sister’s towel...”

You nodded, throat too dry to speak. Karl threw the towel down and your head turned towards it, watching it soar through the sky. Within an instance, Karl’s hand was on your cheek, forcing you to look back at him.

“I promise, I do not like Daniela that way, and I can assure you she doesn’t like me either.”

His hand met the silk tie on the robe and his thumb ran over it, “Hm,” he was deep in thought now, “I don’t think most people give silk robes to friends.” His voice was low and soft, and he was hovering above your face.

Your eyes screwed shut and you blew out air through your closed lips, “She gave them to me so I could impress you.”

Your words came out fast and almost incoherent, but Heisenberg caught it. He definitely caught it. Your eyes slowly opened back up and you watched him smirk down at you.

“Oh?”

“Yes, can I please, please go wash off now?”

You weren’t too sure how you got yourself into this particular predicament, but there you were, pushed against the wall, Karl’s thigh grinding against your cunt. Water was running in the background, but all you could focus on was warm hands under the silk robe that had somehow not been ripped from your body yet.

It had been mostly untied though, Karl’s hands beginning to roam across your stomach and towards your breasts. You let out a soft moan and Karl smiled against your neck.

“Fuck, so soft,” he whispered against your skin as his calloused hands found your breasts.

“The water,” Your attention was brought back to reality when you remembered you had bathwater running.

Karl groaned and moved slightly. His hands grabbed your wrists; he held them above your head. “What are you-” You tried to ask, but a piece of metal came flying towards you, and hit the wall; clamping against your wrists. You were stuck now.

Karl turned around and tended the tub, turning the water off. Your thighs rubbed together, the warmth that was once there now gone. You let out a whine and pouted at Heisenberg as he turned around.

“Let me go!” You pulled against the metal, “Why did you-”

“I don’t need you finishing a job that I’m more than capable of handling myself.”

You cocked your head at him and furrowed your brows. “What?”

“I don’t need you finger fucking yourself, you’ll be getting the real thing soon enough.”

You pouted and kept rubbing your thighs together, trying to get some sort of friction, but nothing was like the real thing. Your robe was hanging from your body now, the ribbon hanging off of your waist loosely.

Karl stopped the water and turned his attention back to you, “I was going to just fuck you right there, but I’d really rather the water not get cold.”

The metal fell from your wrists and your arms dropped to your sides. Karl motioned for you to remove your robe and furrowed your brows. “No. You aren’t even undressed.”

Karl’s face dropped, his eyes narrowing. You felt like you had made a grave mistake. Your mouth went dry and sheepishly took off the robe. As the robe hit the ground, so did your eyes. You instinctively wrapped your arms around your waist and kept your eyes low.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” Karl stepped towards you, one of his hands reaching for you. “Come here,” He stepped towards you and gently grabbed your biceps, pulling you closer. “See, you look much better without that robe.”

With a nervous glint in your eyes, you looked up at him. You were beginning to feel a little more comfortable. You let your arms drop to your sides and you inhaled sharply. “I think it’s your turn now.” Your voice was soft.

“Of course,” he smiled down at you.

He motioned for you to go ahead and get in the tub and you did so, gladly. The water was warm and helped you untense immediately. You sat down and leaned back in the tub, your eyes closing. The back of your neck rested on the edge of the tub.

You could hear a belt and pants unzipping, but you stayed put where you were, frozen in the hot water. The water shifted after a couple minutes and Karl was on you in an instant. He placed his palm on the back of your neck and pulled you closer to him. Your eyes fluttered open and you met his stare. Your eyes traveled down his body and stopped at his waist, that was all you could see from your -and his- position.

Karl’s hand moved from the back of your neck and to your chin, coaxing you to look back at him once more. His lips pressed to yours and his tongue instantly pushed into your mouth. You let out a moan and wrapped your arms around his neck.

Karl leaned back, into a sitting position, and easily brought you with him. The air was cold against your once warm skin, causing you to shiver. Karl’s hands roamed your torso and his mouth began to travel towards your jaw.

“So beautiful,” he mumbled, his hands grabbing you a little too tightly.

This caused you to let out a yelp, which led to Karl smiling against your skin. His teeth nipped at your jaw, down to your neck, and he was pulling you as close to him as possible. Your bodies curved together, perfectly made for each other.

Your back arched and you pressed harder against him as his lips trailed down to your breasts. One of Karl’s hands rested on the small of your back while the other held the back of your neck again. He was holding you in place. No chance of escape, but you did not want to escape. You wanted him more than anything.

The bath quickly spiraled into a heated makeout session and that’s all it was. Neither of you got a chance to actually bathe. You knew you’d be annoyed later, but for the time being, you were more than okay with it.

“It’s getting cool.” You gasped out between soft moans.

“Hmph,” Karl huffed against your skin. “I think we should continue in my room anyway.”

You nodded and the both of you stood up. Karl’s hand grabbed your and he helped you out of the tub. Standing beside, naked and vulnerable, you realized how much bigger he was. You weren’t too sure of his height, but, fuck, he was tall.

Karl grabbed a towel and sloppily dried the both of you off before easily picking you up and making his way towards his room. Once you did reach his room, he threw you on the bed and loomed over you. You inhaled loudly and held yourself up with your forearms.

“Lay flat on your back.”

You cocked your head, but you obviously didn’t move fast enough. Karl’s hand met your shoulder and he gently pushed you down.

“I said lay down.”

Your back hit the soft bed and your eyes hit the ceiling. You could hear Karl complain about you being a brat and you huffed. You were going to protest, really, you were! But then, the feeling of Karl’s lips on your inner thigh made you come to a complete halt.

Your hair stood on end and your fists balled around the sheets. Karl’s fingers danced around your entrance and you let out a shaky sigh. You could hear him laugh.

“So wet, already, kitten.” Karl’s fingers pushed into your pussy and his lips stayed pressed to your thigh, slowly making his way up. “All for me...”

You let out a hiss as two of Karl’s fingers pulled out and quickly pushed back in. Karl shifted and, while his fingers pumped in and out, his lips met your cunt and his tongue swirled around your clit.

“Fuck,” you moaned out, “Karl, please-”

“Use your words, kitten.”

“Please, let me cum!”

Karl let out a low growl and his fingers pumped a little faster. His tongue moved back to your clit and lightly pressed onto it, while rubbing circles around it. A heat began to pool into your stomach and you let out a whine. You tried to speak, but you couldn’t. All you could do was moan and cry out.

“Cum for me,” Karl rumbled, and your back arched into him.

Quickly, you came undone. Stars blurred your vision and everything tensed. Karl let you ride out your orgasm, gently licking at your pussy while you came down. You were a twitching mess, lying spread out on his bed.

“Please, I need you, I need you to fuck me!”

Your voice was low, but the excitement was there. Karl crawled over you and you looked up at him. His hand grabbed at his cock and he began to pump it a couple of times, percum spilling from the head.

When you really got a good look at his cock, you were nervous. Worried you weren’t ready for him.

“Trust me, kitten, you’re wet enough.”

You nodded and leaned back. Karl positioned himself at the entrance of your pussy and slowly pushed in. Moaning from the pleasure, your hips bucked into his. Karl froze and his tongue clicked at you.

“Eager, are we?”

You couldn’t help but nod.

“Fine.”

Karl’s movements were slow at first, steady. You whined under him and rocked your hips upwards. Karl lazily grabbed your hip and pushed into the bed, not letting you move anymore. You groaned and wanted nothing more than for his hips ro roll into yours.

Suddenly, he was picking up the pace. He leaned his forehead against yours and let out a guttural groan.

“So fucking good... And all mine.”

“All yours, fuck- please, I promise, I’m all yours.”

Something in his eyes became very dark, animalistic almost. His pace quickened again, his hips pressing into yours before pulling back and pushing all the way back in. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room. The sound of your wailing was surely heard by the villagers.

“Going to fuck you so good, kitten. You’re being so good for me.”

You let out a loud cry of pleasure, words becoming too hard to say. Your brain was mush and your body was only reacting to Karl. “Karl!” You let out a loud cry, finally reaching your orgasm. He seemed close too.

His hips were rutting into you, his movements becoming sloppy and fast. He was growling in your ear, his chest rumbling. You were easily sent into another orgasm. Your eyes screwed shut and your nails clawed down his scarred back.

“So fucking good, kitten- Fuck!”

Karl finally reached his orgasm, fucking his release into you. His hips slowed and his growling became more quiet.

“Let’s stay like this a moment.”

His cock pressed deep inside you, unmoving, as your pussy clenched around him. His chest pressed yours and his breathing was rugged and fast.

“So,” your voice hoarse, “Should Daniela give me gifts more often?”

That was it, Karl was absolutely ready for round two.

[i-cant-sing]

Yandere RE8: TRP Part 4

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"Uhh... hello?"

You looked at the woman standing in the stairs. She was wearing a dark veil that matched the rest of her outfit- oh shit, that's a funeral outfit.

I really did pick a bad time to come here, didn't I? She's in mourning, she sees an intruder, and her day went from bad to worst. Yep, she's gonna kill me.

You took one look at the woman and then at all the possible exits: the doors- no, they'd be too heavy to move and what if they're locked? The window- but I'd have to jump out and just because it looks cool in movies to jump through glass, doesn't mean it'll work, Y/n.

So, the only option was to eliminate the threat. Or maybe... defuse it.

"This is your doll, right?" You asked, pointing at the doll, judging by the lace designs on both of their dresses. The woman didn't reply. "It looks like its been... used a lot. To be honest, she's very different than most dolls I've seen, definitely a lot more spookier." You nervously giggled, hoping she didn't mind. "But... she looks like she's been loved. A lot. Despite being broken from a lot of places, someone still took their time to fix her." You smiled sadly, remembering your own doll that Mia had ripped. "Wish I had someone like that. To sew up the wounds and fix them."You mumbled, not really sure if you were talking about your doll or yourself.

"Your doll, she's- she's very pretty. My sister would've liked her." You began. "Which is why I'm here. My family, we were in an accident- I know it was wrong of me to come here without permission, but I need to find my sister, Rose and my father, Ethan." You took a step closer. "They both of have blonde hair. Rose, my sister, she's just 6 months old. She was dressed in a baby pink onesie, bundled up in a blanket. My father, Ethan, he's about this tall and has big blue eyes. I think he was wearing a jacket, with blue denim jeans. H-have you seen them?" You asked, eyes full of hope and voice laced with eagerness.

Please, please let her have seen them. God, please.

Unsurprisingly, the woman didn't reply, but she did turn her head towards the left window. You didn't know whether she was telling you to get out of her house or signalling that they are out there, but you knew you had to leave.

Nodding, you slowly walked towards the window, your heart beating faster as you prayed that this wasn't some sort of trap, hoping she wouldn't attack you from behind because that would be like... really shitty.

But you left the house unharmed, and without looking back at the window because you didn't want to jinx it, you walked towards the forrest once again, thankful that the sun had finally came out.

Where are you guys?

You had been walking for a couple of hours now, the sun had been a bit warmer today, which was good since you hated the snow that surrounded you now. You looked at the map, tracing the path to your new destination. The Salvatore reservoir. It seemed like it would take you a day's journey to get there, and you sure as hell weren't seeing any lake in sight.

God, when will this nightmare end?

You decided to sit on a stone and take some much needed rest. Your feet ached from all the walking, and your calves were cramping. You rolled your head, popping it from the side, before taking off the rifle that had been weighing down, stretching out your arms. Digging through the little back pack you bought from Duke, you pulled out a thermos of coffee and twinkie. You don't know how or where he got it, but Duke had filled your bag with a couple of snacks; saying its for his loyal customer.

So, here you sat, in the middle of the snowy woods, eating a twinkie and drinking a lukewarm coffee. Both didn't taste good, but they're gonna keep you alive so, no complaining.

After drinking the coffee, you rested your head against a tree, recalling last nights events as you waited for the caffeine to kick in.

You tried to make sense of what happened when you got... locked in the basement. You thought you had forgotten about her, Angel. Guess not.

Wait- didn't that lady lock me in the basement? Maybe, she didn't look very hostile, her creepy doll looked scarier than she did.

You laughed at the irony. You always made fun of the horror movies where the family would become so attached to the most horrifying doll, and you'd scream at their stupidity, And yet here you were, falling for the cliche as you found comfort in that creepy doll.

Man, I'm really losing it here.

You sighed, closing your eyes as you tried to come up with the next plan. But the warm coffee had lulled you right to sleep, which was dangerous but you were too tired to care.

Just for a couple of minutes...

You woke up to the sound of growling and heavy steps. And as soon as you opened your eyes, you knew you had definitely slept for far longer than a few minutes. But that was not of concern at the moment. No, it was the source of the growling that had woken you up.

Just about 40 feet away from you were lycans. Plural. Not one, not two, but 5 lycans, and one of them was a really big one.

You held your breath as you watched them wander around; they hadn't spotted you yet, and if you stayed quiet, you hoped they would just go away.

Stilling yourself as much as you could, you watched them with wide eyes. One of them started to walk in your direction, it wasn't looking at you, which meant that it hadn't seen you, but he would if he kept on walking this way.

God, I know we haven't been on good terms, but like c'mon, you gotta give me a break. Please, I love you? Come on, you know this is not how I want to go.

You sent a silent prayer, and perhaps it worked, since the lycan suddenly turned the other way, joining its pack as they started walking deeper into the woods.

Slowly, you began to gather up your things, silently shoving them in your bag, one eye on the lycans and the other one making sure that you don't accidentally drop something that'd cause noise.

Fortunately, you didn't. You swung the bag over your shoulder, and took a step forward, careful not to step on any twigs.

Maybe God did love me. All that time in church-

THWACK!

You jumped back as a huge sheet of snow fell from the trees in front of you. You whipped your head towards the monsters and they all had stopped dead in their tracks. Slowly, one of them turned and if they hadn't heard the snow fall, they'd definitely heard the way your heart was about to burst out of your chest. Then, it growled.

Motherfucker.

You pulled out your gun just as the two of them began running your way. With a quick jump to the side, you dodged them and shot them two times each. Hearing your gun fire, the other two began running your way too, while the larger one stayed behind as it watched. This time, as you shot one of them, the other managed to kick you in the chest hard, throwing you against the rock. Luckily, you didn't hit your head, as you rolled and shot it dead.

Spitting out the blood, you looked back at the last lycan who had already started running your way. You began loading up your gun with trembling hands, but just as you aimed, the lycan took a giant leap and knocked the gun out of your hand.

Fuck.

The giant grabbed you by your neck, lifting you up high before throwing you across the ground. You wheezed, scrambling up to your feet as you began running away from it, its heavy steps following you. It roared angrily behind you, and that only made you ignore the burning pain in your chest as you ran faster.

But of course, God had decided to make you live a cliche horror movie, because you tripped over a fucking branch, making you fall on your stomach. You flipped over instantly, and saw your nightmare come true as the lycan jumped on you.

On pure reflex, you punched it square in the face, which you doubted hurt it more than it hurt you, if anything, the monster was momentarily perplexed, but that was enough for you to slip from under it.

But you were only able to take a few steps away when it suddenly grabbed you by your neck and lifted you up again, snarling as it began opening its mouth, revealing its razor-sharp teeth at you.

God, if you're hearing this, I'm converting to atheism because I did not need this today.

Looking at the horrifying lycan, you prayed one last time before you were eaten by it. Surprisingly, your life did not flash before your eyes, which you were kinda grateful for because you did not need to relive that before your death.

But that moment didn't came. No, what came were familiar moans of pain, and then the sound of a drill, followed by blood splattering on your face as the lycan was sliced vertically from the head to the toe by the aforementioned drill.

The lycan fell to the ground, revealing the pair of soldats that killed them and behind them a smirking Heisenberg, who rested against a tree, tipping his hat at you.

You were far too shocked to say anything, and after a few seconds, the man walked over to you, blocking the view of his monstrous creations just mutilating the lycans.

"So... that was a bit traumatising." He started, chuckling at your stunned face. "You okay, kid?"

What the fuck. What the fuck. What the fuck. What the fuck-

"Yeah." You took his hand, and he helped you up. You groaned at the pain, touching the tender side around the chest where the lycan had hit you. Yeah, you probably broke a rib.

Heisenberg helped you sit down on a tree stump. "Hmm, that bastard kicked you hard didn't it." Wait- "But that was a phenomenal punch you threw at it. Nearly made me burst out laughing."

"You were watching? Why the fuck didn't you come in before!"

He shrugged. "I just wanted to see if you could really handle yourself- which you were pretty good at, but then you lost your gun and it was kinda an unfair match from there on." He pulled out some pills from his coat. "i was just passing by when I saw those lycans moving away. Thats when I pushed the tree which made snow sheet fall and you know the rest from there on."

Your eyes went wide. "You did that on purpose? What the shit, Heisenberg-?! Fuck." You doubled over in pain, clutching your ribs, heaving.

"Shh, stay still, kid. Here, take these. They'll help with the pain." You eyed the bottle before popping two in your mouth. Hey, if he wanted me dead, he wouldn't have saved me from the lycan. "I just wanted to see if you were worth the trouble, and as it turns out, you are."

"You didn't have to almost kill me to see that. And now I've lost my gun. And I don't have any money to buy a new one. I doubt Duke gives freebies." You huffed out.

Heisenberg rolled his eyes. "God, you sure do whine a lot. Here-" He dropped a tiny pouch in your lap. "There's some coins in there. That should be enough to buy you a new gun. And for fucks sake, get a gun with more rounds! You don't have time to be loading a gun mid battle." He huffed. "So, where are you going now?"

You rolled your head from side to side. "Well, I went to the Beneviento house. Didn't find Ethan or Rose there. Now, I'm going to the lake."

"The lake? Huh, well if you survived Donna, then Moreau should be a piece of cake. You got the map? Let me show you the short cut, it's not far from here." You gave him the map and he showed you the directions.

"Where are you going then?"

"Mother Miranda called. Don't worry, I'll keep our meeting a secret." He then nodded at you. "Alright, I'm off now."

"Wait!" Your voice stopped him. "I don't know when I'll see Duke again. And I don't have gun, so what if another pack of lycans come?"

Heisenberg slumped his shoulders as he let out an annoyed sigh. "Fine. I gotta do everything by myself." He dog whistled and one of the soldats stopped maiming the lycan and ran to Heisenberg. "From now on, you're gonna listen to her."The soldat looked at you and nodded. "If she tells you to kill, you kill. If she tells you to die, you die. Follow her around and keep her safe." The soldat nodded. Then Heisenberg turned to you. "He's already dead, so don't worry about throwing him in danger. Oh and also, just take him into the sun every once in a while so that his engine can recharge. You'll know when he needs the sun."

You were baffled. "Wait, Heisenberg- how the- what the hell am I supposed to do with him?"

"Figure it out, kid. Think of him as a guard dog."

You looked at the soldat then at Heisenberg's retreating form, then back at the soldat.

"So..." The soldat stared at you. "You got a name?"

"Handsome." You nodded to yourself as you trudged, using the soldat's arm to support yourself. "That's what I'm gonna call you. Handsome. What do you think?"

The soldat was wearing a metal contraption over its eyes, so you couldn't really tell what it was feeling.

"Well, you don't seem to have any complaints, so from now on, you'll respond to the name "Handsome". Do you understand?"

The soldat nodded.

You laughed. God, the pain meds were either making me stupid or everything else funnier.

You looked at the map again. Just a couple of more minutes and then a right turn. And then you should see the lake- god, this map was confusing as hell.

"So..." you wondered what you should ask the cyborg. Oh right. "You seen Ethan? Blonde man, crazy big eyes. Or a baby, Rose?" The man shook his head no.

Sigh. What else could I ask him? What about how did he die? No, what if that's triggering? I can't handle a Terminator right now. And I don't think I should ask him about his past or anything that'll cause him to have a existential crisis. Ah! I've got it!

"Hey, how do you see?"

The soldat looks down at you for a few seconds then points at his metal contraption.

Wait- is that sarcasm?

You scoff. "Of course, you see with your eyes! I meant, with the whole metal thingy covering them, how do you- oh, there's this vision specs in them."

You smiled. "Hey, you're kinda like Cyclops, yknow-" you were cut off as Handsome suddenly pushed you to the ground, turning on his drill.

"Wait, shit- you don't have to be Cyclops! We can talk this out-" but Handsome was focusing on something else, and that's when you saw it. Two lycans.

Handsome ran and easily maimed them to pieces, I mean, you had to look away from the horrific scene midway.

The soldat returned five minutes later, covered in blood. He extended his hand and you reluctantly took it, letting him support you as you began walking again, your heart still beating like crazy.

But you calmed down when you finally reached the lake, the setting sun gave serene feel to the entire reservoir. You inhaled deeply before looking at Handsome. "Lets go down there." You pointed at the lake.

You were both sitting at the wooden broadwalk, your legs hanging off the ledge. You looked at the water, it wasn't crystal clear, but you could see some fishes swimming around, so at least it wasn't dangerous to life. You looked at Handsome, then at his drill and you realised he was still covered in blood. "Lets get you cleaned up, hm?" You said, pulling out a rag from your bag and dipping it in the cold water below. You began with cleaning up his drill, then dipping the rag back in cold water and cleaning his chest and his other arm.

"Good job back there, Handsome."You smiled as Handsome nodded. "Heisenberg was right, you are kinda like a dog. Hmm, I wonder if..." You tested your theory as you petted him on the head. "Good job, Handsome!" But the soldat only tilted its head in confusion.

"Hmm, perhaps not." You cupped the cold water in your hands and washed your own face, You looked at your reflection in the water. "You wanna go for a swim? I don't mind." Handsome shook his head. "Yeah, I'm not a fan of swimming either."

Handsome stared at you. You scoffed. "Oh so you pretend you don't understand what I say, but you want to hear the story? Fine, but I'm only telling you because it might be important later."

You both stared at the water as you began your story. "Well, when I was 15, I had snuck out of the house to go to a party. It was at this rich girl's house and I knew she didn't like me, but I was surprised when she had invited me to her place. Yes, a red flag I should've seen from miles ago, but I was young and dumb and desperate to climb the highschool social hierarchy." You chuckled. "Anyways, long story short, one of the guys there pushed me into the pool because I don't know if they thought it was funny to see me drown? By some luck, I managed to grab onto the pool ledge and pull myself up. I immediately left the party, embarrassed and cold and on the verge of breaking down. Then on the way back home, there was this car following me and then some weirdo catcalled me and tried to get me in his car. Now, scared for my life because I watched a lot of Criminal Minds, I ran all the way home, praying that he leaves me alone. I think he stopped when he saw a Range Rover following him, but I don't know. I just rushed back home." You sighed. "You know what happened next? I bursted through the front door, slamming it shut and I turn around to see my dad in the living room, looking surprised to see me. He stood up and looked me up and down and then said, "Y/n? You're drenched completely. And you're messing up the floor. You know what? Mia's in the bathroom right now, why don't you go upstairs and I'll clean up here. You know how she gets when there's water on the wood." And I was just so shocked, that I didn't say anything and went back upstairs. Once I was in the shower, that's when I broke down crying. I almost drowned, almost got kidnapped and my father was worried about me messing up the wooden floor? Hell, he didn't even ask me why I was coming home at midnight." Your tears fell into the lake, making small ripples. You chuckled, "God, I always wondered how tired he must've been from work that day to ignore all these visible signs of distress. I always hated his job, you know? They made him work way too much." You looked at Handsome who was looking at the lake. "Anywho, now you know I can't swim so, save me if I fall into this lake, okay?" He nodded.

You guys sat in comfortable silence for a few more minutes before a question popped up in your mind. "Handsome?" He turned his head towards you, only to see a mischievous smile on your face. "Are you seeing someone?" The man turned his back to the lake, making you laugh. "Ahh, so you like someone. Tell me, is it someone from the village?" The man further turned his head away from you in embarrassment. "Oh come on, tell me! Is it a girl?" He nodded reluctantly, making you punch his arm. "You dog! Does she know?" Handsome shook his head, making you smile. "Tell you what? As a payback for saving me back there, I'll help you get her. I'll be your wingman, Handsome, hm?" He nodded a bit enthusiastically.

"We all deserve good things, Handsome. No matter how we look, or what we are, these things don't really define one's self worth. Its our intentions, you know?" Handsome didn't know, but he nodded anyways.

"Good. Now, lets go check out this place. Keep an eye out for Ethan and Rose, okay?" You told him, not knowing someone was already watching the two of you.

So... thought?

What did you guys think about Handsome? I'm gonna post a pic of him soon if you guys want.

Part 5 is here.

[ilikeoneshots]

Heat Waves

Fezco x Lexi - Euphoria

It’s been eight years. Eight years since that New Years Eve party.

Six years since she saw Him.

On the occasional visits to her mom’s house from L.A., Lexi always seemed to keep an eye out for that familiar Cadillac.

Honestly, she thought about Him a lot. They spent a lot of time with each other after she returned that green sweater. Countless drives around town when her mom was being too much. Countless smiles and laughs.

He would always look right into her soul when she spoke. Listening whole heartedly, no matter the topic or tangent.

He told her once that he loved the way she spoke. Full of passion and earnest.

She loved that about him. How he was always focused on her. Made her feel seen, for once.

Lexi let out a huff of air and fixed her hair, coming back to reality. Her sister invited her to this new club that opened last week in downtown. So here she was, sitting in the corner of a booth while Cassie was being the social butterfly she was.

She continued sipping on the wine she had gotten earlier and people watched like she always did.

Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed a man with a red beard. She turned to get a clearer view. Short, cropped dark hair and a neatly trimmed beard.

No way.

He was walking closer, talking to a semi taller younger man. He turned and she noticed the scar. Even through the hair he had let grow a bit, it was still visible.

She fidgeted with the dress her sister convinced her to wear out. A dark purple bodycon dress with thin straps. Nothing like what she would normally wear.

Taking a deep breath, Lexi moved from her booth.

I’ll just happen to walk past them. Yeah, that’ll work. If he notices me, he notices me. If not then I’ll just go to the bathroom. Yep. Here we go!

Lexi held her head up as she made her way by. It felt like time slowed down the moment they passed each other. Her shoulder barely grazing his in the crowded room. She noticed in the mirrored wall across the room how he had turned his head a little before continuing his conversation. When she arrived at the bathroom, time sped back up to normal. She let out a breath she didn’t realize she had held.

Taking this moment of seclusion to check her reflection. Her once brown hair now dyed into a blonde balayage and up to her chin. She adjusted the soft waves of her hair a bit.

No longer did she look like the eighteen year old Fezco last saw. Twenty-five year old Lexi was different. Mostly.

So what if he didn’t say anything to me. I’m not even here for him. I’m here to get out of the house and have some fun. I’m going to go right back out there and-

As she opened the door, Lexi froze. Leaned against the wall across from her, Fezco looked up from the floor. A grin spreading across his face.

“I thought that was you,” Lexi couldn’t say anything for a minute after he spoke.

“Fez?” She asked, trying to control her voice. He nodded before pushing off the wall.

“Look at you all grown up, little Lex,” she blushed at his words, “What are you doing here?” He asked.

Lexi fully exited the bathroom and stood closer to him, to keep out the way of others of course. No other reason.

“I came with Cassie. She wanted to show me the new club that opened,” Lexi replied, not able to look away from the blue eyes focused on her.

“How do you like it so far?” He asked. The timbre of his voice, nearly making her spiral.

“It’s nice, nicer than most other places around,” this caused Fez to smile wider, “What? What are you doing here anyways?” She asked, suddenly confused by his presence in the building that was definitely not in East Highland.

“Come with me, it’s getting a little loud,” he held a hand out to her and she let him wrap his larger hand around hers. The familiar feeling sending tingles through her.

They walked to the back of the building, leading to what seemed to be an office.

Fez led her to the couch, “Drink?” He asked as he went to the little bar cart in the corner.

“Uh, sure,” Lexi mumbled, taking in the room around her, “This is fancy.”

Fez chuckled as he returned with a glass for her and himself. He sat beside her, “Thanks. Took a lot of work but Ash and I scored a good deal with the place.”

“So this whole building is yours?” She asked, looking back to the man who lived her memories.

She then realized just how close they were. How his bright blue eyes zeroed in on her.

He hummed a reply before saying, “Enough about that, for now. Catch me up on you.”

“Well, I’m a business analyst now. I work with a few different start ups around L.A.,” Lexi informed Fez, “So if you ever need any help let me know. I’ll cut you a good deal,” she mustered the courage to give him a wink.

He smirked at that, “Little Lexi went and got that degree.”

“Yeah, well, you made sure of that,” she couldn’t help the little pang of hurt in her heart. Remembering the last day they were together.

<<<<

The last few weeks before Lexi was supposed to leave for college, she felt Fezco pulling away from her. When before he would drop almost anything he was doing to go see her, now he was suddenly busy every time she texted him.

She had finally had enough of his shit and stormed into the store. Ash looked up in minor surprise.

“Where is he?” She demanded, a little shocked at her own tone.

“Look, Lexi, he’s really busy right now-“

“I’m sorry, Ash, I really just need to see him. He’s been dodging me for the last two weeks!” She was beyond frustrated.

“That’s not-” suddenly the office door opened, and Fez came out. He had a black eye and his knuckles were tore up.

“Oh my god, Fez! What happened?!” She hurried over to him, holding his face in her hands. He closed his eyes, leaning into her hand before swiftly stepping away.

“Lex, you need to go home,” he said, voice stern.

“Where have you been?” She asked, purposely ignoring his command. How could she leave when he was hurt?

“Alexis,” Lexi stopped her fretting, eyes wide. He never called her that.

“Just talk to me,” she whispered, “please?”

He sighed before looking to Ash and nodding his head to the side, a signal to leave.

“Why are you avoiding me?” Lexi asked, voice so soft it was almost a whisper.

“You need to understand,” Fez started, gently caressing her cheek, “You are going to go to great things. Gonna go to college and made something of yourself. Me? This is it for me.”

Lexi just shook her head, holding onto his forearm, just wanting to feel his touch a bit longer.

“You just need a better life than this. You need something I can never give,” He kissed her forehead, “I care too much for you to keep looking back here. Back at me. I’m just gonna hold you back from your potential.”

“That’s not true,” Lexi said through the tears that started to fall.

“It is,” he gave her a sad smile, “You’re gonna be awesome, Lex. No doubt about that. You’re fucking fearless.”

“You say something so loving, but…” she sniffled and hugging him tight to her.

“I’ve gotta let you go. You’ll be better off in something new,” he pressed a kiss into her hair, relishing in her scent.

“I don’t wanna be alone,” she mumbled into his chest.

“You know it hurts me too,” he let out a slight shudder of breath. He pulled away slightly and took a look at her tear streaked face, “You look so broken when you cry,” he wiped her tears away. He held her face in his hands, gazing into her deep brown eyes. The eyes he always got lost in.

He leaned down and kissed her, gentle and careful. Wanting to remember that feeling forever. Loving the way Lexi ran her hand over his buzzed hair and his chest.

When he finally pulled away, Lexi kept her eyes closed. Tears still fell, slowly. She finally opened her eyes and Fezco had to convince himself that, yes, this was the right thing to do. For her. Her future, that was much brighter than his.

Lexi rubbed her thumb over his scruffy beard, “One more, and then I’ll say goodbye,” she whispered.

Fezco nodded, running his hand through her brown curls, before bringing her lips to his once again.

>>>>

“Where’d you go?” Fez asked, noticing Lexi spaced out, “I was starting to miss ya.”

“Oh! Sorry, just remembered something,” Lexi sheepishly giggled.

“Mmm, wonder what thoughts are going on in that pretty head,” he leaned back against the couch.

Lexi hummed in response before also leaning back against the couch.

They just looked at each other before Lexi said, “This feels familiar.” Fez chuckled and nudged her with his elbow. Lexi smiled, just taking him in, “You’ve aged well.”

He just shrugged, “I did alright.”

“What made you pick this spot?”

“East Highland got a little… small. And I got tired of the bullshit. Ash got really into the whole investment thing and we ended up being able to buy this place,” he finally explained. Fez noticed her questionable expression, causing him to chuckle again, “It’s all legal now. Got our licenses and everything.”

“I’m so proud of you, Fezco,” Lexi reached over and caressed his chin, “I always knew you would do great things.”

Fezco reached over and played with a strand of her hair, twisting it around his finger, “I missed you a shit ton, Lex. I wanted to be better. You made me want to be better.”

Lexi couldn’t keep the smile off her face, stray tears finding their way free, “Sometimes, all I think about is you.”

Fez wiped the loose tears away, “Don’t wanna mess up that pretty face, now.”

“Shut up,” she giggled. A few memories popped up from all the times he said that exact sentence whenever she was dealing with bullshit at home.

“I think about you, too, Lex. Every damn day. Thinking back on if I made the right decision. Pulling away from your life like I did. Seeing you now… makes me glad I did. You’ve done great for yourself, it seems,” Fez gave her that look that always made her stomach flip flop.

Lexi took a sharp inhale when she noticed they somehow managed to get closer without realizing, like they were still drawn to each other. She watched with bated breath as his eyes flicked between her own eyes and her lips, the action causing her pull on her bottom lip slightly with her teeth. This caused a soft groan in Fez’s throat before he held her head in his hands and pulled her to him the rest of the way.

The quick action made her gasp, leading him to slide his tongue into her mouth and elicit a soft moan from her.

Next thing she knew, she was straddling Fez on the lush couch. Her dress tight enough to rise to her upper thighs. She wrapped her arms around his neck, resting on his shoulders as she combed her fingers in his hair. Something she was never able to really do before.

Fez moved a hand to the back of her head, fisting a handful of hair only rough enough to cause her to moan once more. His other hand traveled to her lower back, making her arch toward him. He tilted her head back and began leaving a trail of kisses and small nips down her neck to her now prominent chest.

Fez noted from the moment he first saw her how much she matured in the last six years, filling out more than she was before. And he loved every bit of it.

A sudden knock on the door caused Lexi and Fez to freeze. Lexi scrambling from his lap. She readjusted her dress and hair as Fez went to check who interrupted them.

“What the fuck do you want?” He asked, Lexi noticed it was the young man from earlier that Fez had been talking to. Only now realizing that it was Ash, all grown up.

Ash looked behind Fez and saw her, “Holy shit, is that Lexi?”

“I asked, what the fuck do you want?” Fez reiterated, growing impatient. Wanting to get back to the girl he once let go, but now she was just within reach.

“Some dickheads started fighting in the lot,” Ash informed him.

“Fuck,” Fez turned back to Lexi. She looked so beautiful. Her kiss swollen lips and mussed up hair, “Give me a second. Go handle it until I get there,” Ash nodded, giving a quick glance to Lexi before leaving.

Fez came back to where Lexi was sat, squatting down in front of her, running a hand up and down her calf, “I gotta go deal with some assholes. You gonna stay for a bit or do you have to go?”

Lexi glanced at her phone.

12:30 a.m.

“I can stay for a little while longer,” she said softly. She watched as his blue eyes crinkled with his smile.

“I’ll be back in fifteen,” he gave her a quick kiss before rushing out the door.

When the door shut, Lexi threw herself back on the couch before squealing.

[mjlovescm]

16- New year's party

Completed, 30 chapters, “Grey” Fezco O’Neill x black fem reader

Trigger/content warning: Mentions of blood.

It was New Year's Eve and instead of trying to enjoy the party, you were instead searching for your little sister. 

“Where the fuck is Rue?”

Before he responds, Fezco looks around before shrugging. 

“Fuck if I know.”

You gave him a baffled look and puling out a blunt Fezco ignores it. You knew he had come with her to the party, so you expected him to have at least some idea where she was. But then again, Rue recently had been very elusive; Among other things. It was the breakup with Jules. If you could even call it that. It had her a bit shaken up and although you trusted Rue, she was still a vulnerable spot, and you knew what happened last time when Rue and Jules had a situation.

“Okay, well, if you see her, can you tell her I’m looking for her.”

“Got chu.”

You get up to leave and Lexi takes a seat on the other side of the couch. 

“Hi Lex.” You wave and smile at her.

“Hi, have you seen Cassie?” She asked flushed. 

“No sorry. Have you seen Rue?”

“No, but will you let me know if you do?” 

“For sure, will you let Rue know.”

“Of course.” She says with a smile. 

Feeling a bit better knowing that Lexi would be keeping her eyes out for Rue, you continued your search. Remembering Halloween, you decided to check the bathroom and found Maddy banging both of her fist on the door. You knew if Rue was in there, Maddy would have been more patient, but you still wanted to check to be sure. Maddy’s mood changes instantly when she sees you. She smiles and comes towards you with open arms, pulling you into a hug. 

“Bitch, you look amazing.” She compliments you, pulling away from the hug. “If I was Fezco, I’d be careful tonight.”

You rolled your eyes playfully at The festival comment and thanked her for the compliment.

“Have you seen Rue?”

“No sorry.” Maddy tells you genuinely. “Have you seen Cassie, though? Lexi is looking for her.” 

“Nope. Are you sure she’s not the one in the bathroom?” 

“It's Nate, he's taking a shit.” 

“Ew.” You grimaced. 

“I know, and he’s taking fucking forever.” 

“If you see Rue, tell her I’m looking for her, okay.” you tell Maddy before leaving her to continue waiting for the bathroom. 

You continued your search for Rue to no avail and eventually found yourself right where you started in the living room. Originally wanted to ask Fezco or Lexi for help, but it seemed they were a bit occupied with each other. They were laughing, giggling, and even sitting closer than they were before. Shit, they were even blushing. Confused, do you watch their interaction from afar before Jules came up to them. At first, you were more confused as to why she was looking for Rue. 

Then you laughed to yourself, finding it a bit amusing that Rue was definitely dodging Jules. Then again, you didn’t blame her. After their conversation, you decided to follow Jules outside, if there was one person who would lead you to Rue, it was her. And just like magnets or ironically moths to a flame, Jules led you to Rue, who was outside in front of the campfire. Your plan now was to go inside and let them talk, but a moment later Ashtray came up to Rue, and she got out of her seat, Leaving Jules. Then Ashtray came up to you, conveying the same message. 

“Fezco’s about to get into some shit. If you want a ride, meet me at the car.” He tells you before scurrying away. 

“What kind of shit?” You called after Ash, but all he gave you was a quick turn and shrug before leaving. 

Quickly, you returned to the party less than a minute before midnight. Fezco had abandoned his seat next to Lexi, as well as his green sweater. Picking it up for him, you scanned the room and found him making his way towards Nate. Instantly, your mind flooded with many things, none of them good. 

“Happy new year!” The coward of people between you and them erupted. 

Deciding it was best to watch from afar, you keep our eyes on them. Fezco grabs a bottle and cup, pouring himself a drink. They had a small conversation and honestly things felt calm, that was until they clinked cups. And the bottle in Fezco’s hand swiftly met the side of Nate’s head, breaking on impact. You almost jumped at how fast things escalated, but found yourself frozen as Fezco’s fist landed blows and quickly Nate began to bleed. 

It was over just as quickly as it started, and Fezco was already making his way out. Shooting Lexi a mean glare before grabbing your hand and walking out of the party. Still in shock, you stayed silent until you were both in the car with Ash. 

“What the fuck.” You whispered to yourself, your mind still painted with the image of a bloody Nate.

“You good.” Fezco asks, noticing your disconnect. 

“Yeah-NO.” You look at him confused.

“What happened?” Ashtray asked from the backseat. 

“He just beat the shit out of Nate in front of everyone.” 

“Oh shit.” He says with a growing smile, but quickly you shut down Ash’s enthusiasm. 

“Oh shit is right, there was people recording Fez, why would you do that.”

He groans a sigh, still heated from his earlier actions. You wanted to say more, but stayed quiet to give Fezco time to clear his head. You get to his place and Ashtray’s the first to get out of the car. Jumping out of it like a little kid. Leaving you and Fezco to sit in silence for a minute like arguing parents. Not wanting to make a bigger deal out of something that was definitely a big deal, you shifted the focus to Fezco’s injuries and not Nate’s. 

“Come on, let me clean your hand.” You motion to go inside, and he nods before you both leave the car. 

You started by washing the blood that consumed Fezco freckled skin. Before pulling out cotton balls and rubbing alcohol, shaking the bottle before putting some onto the small white balls. You took his hand into your yours, gently pressing the soaked ball to his wound. He winces on contact. 

“Sorry.” You mumble, eyes flickering between his and his hand.

“It’s all good.” Fezco whispers in reply. 

“I still can't believe you did that.” 

He frowns, assuming your words came from a place of disappointment. But the chuckle you fail to stifle gives him a different idea.

“I mean, you really beat Nate’s big ass.” You say with a growing smile. 

“I mean, his bitch ass had it coming.” 

“No, forreal, maybe the brain damage will knock some sense into him.” 

You both laugh and joke as you apply band-aids to Fezco’s knuckles. 

“Thank you.” He says softly, bringing his index finger under your chin as he stands. 

Looking up at him, you hold his gaze for a moment before Fezco kisses you. 

“Happy new year, baby.” He says against your lips.

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Welcome to the chaos, little one

Summary: Giving birth is never easy, especially when it’s a Shelby x Solomons baby…

A/N I’m so slow with requests but a while back the lovely @fandom-puff​requested: Omg sorry to be a pain but I’m a sucker for Shelby chaos 😭😭😭 can I request something linked to A Very Shelby Christmas where the labour of baby Solomons is just as chaotic? But it could also be sweet like the bros finally accepting Alfie bc they all care about YN so much and can’t stand to hear her in pain, all while YN is screaming that she’ll cut off more of Alfie’s dick than his rabbi would even dare to if he ever tried to bed her again 😭😭😭 omg the chaos 👉👈 ily 💓💓 Here we go! This is part 2 to the story A Very Shelby Christmas

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“Not now, Y/N,” Arthur groaned. Ada rolled her eyes, remembering keenly when her brother had spoken those iconic words before. “It’s not like I can help it, Arthur,” you spit. 

Polly grabbed you by your arm as you doubled over again, “Alright, sweetheart, it’s time. Come with me…” “Not yet, Aunt Pol,” you panted, “It’s too early.” “The baby doesn’t have it’s own pocket watch yet,” Ada commented matter-of-factly, as she took your other arm. “Fuck!” you called out again as another contraction set in, “Fuck, fuck, fuckity-fuck!” “Nice.” “Oh, piss off John, you want to try this?” “Not really…” “Tommy!” you turned to the one family member who hadn’t said a word yet, “Get him.” “And who would that be, eh?” he replied in a low voice. “Thomas…” Aunt Polly warned softly. He raised his eyebrows, “Finn? You want Finn at the birth?” “WHY WOULD I WANT MY FUCKING BABY BROTHER HERE?!” Tommy waved a vague hand, “General comfort?” Now Aunt Polly’s eyes flashed with anger, “Thomas! Go get her husband, right now!” Tommy sighed deeply, still trying to ignore the fact that his little sister was now Mrs. Solomons, and said, “Come on boys, let’s get them all together and wet this baby’s head! Leave the women to it.” And you groaned, “Thank you…” Once Alfie would be here, everything would be easier.

*** “Solomons!” “No need to shout, mate, I’m right here, ain’t I?”

Slowly Tommy lit a cigarette and started smoking it, “It concerns my sister.” “You mean the glorious creature that made me the luckiest man on earth by marrying me? My wife? Mrs. Alfie Solomons?” A small twinkle appeared in Alfie’s eyes as he saw Tommy’s jaw tense up just a little at his words. “Yes.” “How is the old lady doing?” Alfie asked conversationally. “In pain,” Tommy replied, “She’s in labour, more to the point.” “You fucking what?” “She’s with her aunt Alfie, she’ll be fine.” Alfie blinked a few times, “Tommy I swear to God if you’re playing some fucking game with me I will shoot you between the eyes right here and now. You’re telling me my wife is in labour and you’re standing there casually smoking a cigarette, waiting for some fucking woman to tell you it’s done?” “Yes,” he nodded, “Well, I was about to go the Garrison. Thought we might bury the hatchet and you could join us.” “Have you lost your fucking mind…” Alfie said slowly, while rubbing his chin. Tommy cleared is throat and with a slight hint of uncertainty in his voice said, “It’s tradition.” “Well, if you’ll pardon my French, fuck your fucking heathen traditions, I’m going to my fucking wife and you are fucking coming with me. And bring your fucking family while you’re at it!”

*** “Why are we here?” John leaned in to Arthur slightly while asking the question in a hushed voice. “Alfie insisted.” “Why?” Arthur raised his voice, “Ask Tommy, alright? I don’t bloody know! I’m guessing it’s another Jewish thing…” On the other side of the door, you were most definitely in labour now. The pain was worse than anything you’d experienced before and you were seriously questioning your sanity at this point. “Aunt Pol?” Ada asked carefully after about an hour. Polly moved over from your side down to your legs and said, “What is it?” “Something’s wrong.” “THOMAS!” Polly bellowed as soon as she had taken a look, “Get me some more towels.”

“What’s happening?” A panicked Alfie asked from the hallway. But Polly pushed him aside and started ordering Finn to boil more water. “Woman!” he demanded, “You fucking tell me.” “She’s bleeding,” she answered quickly, “and I can’t see why.” “What can we do, Pol,” Arthur asked, wild-eyed. “Get a doctor. One we can trust.” Arthur dragged John with him, even before Polly had finished her sentence. “What about Sabini’s men?” John asked, “We were supposed to deal with them tonight. What if they come here?” “Shoot them,” Tommy said simply, as he lit another cigarette in a nervous manner. Inside the room, you were now screaming your head off. Of course you had realised giving birth would be painful, but not like this. The sight of Ada going slightly pale didn’t help either and panic had started mixing in with the general anxiety of the process, so your screams got louder and louder. “Pol…” Ada called out again, “What do I do?” In that moment, Alfie pushed passed her and fell down by your side, “I’m here,” he said softly. “I can see that,” you panted between shouts, “but why? You’re not supposed to be here.” “Out,” Aunt Polly said strictly, “This is no place for men.” And then Tommy walked in as well, averting his eyes and grabbing your hand at the same time. “What?” he said when Polly send him a death-glare, “If Alfie gets to stay, so can I!” “Fucking children…” “Alright, sweetheart,” Polly focused on you again, “This baby needs to come now.” Your eyes grew wide, “What’s wrong?” “Nothing,” Alfie replied for her, “You’ll be fine. You’re doing brilliant, babes.” “How the fuck would you know!” you shouted out. He shrugged, “Educated guess?” “Had a lot of experience with this, eh?” Tommy grumbled sarcastically. “This,” Ada pointed at the both of them, “This is why men shouldn’t be in here.” “I’m not fucking going anywhere, especially if my wife is in danger.” Tommy just shook his head in reply. “Danger?” you asked suddenly, “What does he mean in danger?” “No danger, love,” Ada soothed you, “if you just push.” And so you pushed, with every bit of strength you had in you. But then a gunshot sounded outside, followed rapidly by another two. Everyone looked up. “John,” Tommy clarified with a single word. “You’re being awfully cavalier about baby brother John getting shot there, Tommy…” Alfie commented. Tommy looked at Alfie with a frown that spoke volumes, “John just shot Sabini’s men. I told him to.” “Oh, good. Saves me the bloody trip.” “I can see some hair!” Ada called out suddenly. “What colour?” Alfie replied at once. And John stuck his head around the corner of the door, “Took care of them.” “We heard,” Aunt Polly grumbled. He hopped from one foot onto the other uncertainly, “Anything else I can do?” “Yeah, you can fuck off mate!” “Alright, I’ll stay, since you asked so nicely.” “John, just get the fuck out!” your sister shouted. The birth was chaos enough as it was and now all these boys were only adding to it instead of helping. And on top of it all, Finn stumbled in practically falling over his own feet with a bucket of water, splashing Aunt Polly in the process. This was more like a madhouse than a family occasion. But John pointed at Alfie indignantly, “He gets to stay!” “Push, Y/N,” Polly urged again, and so you did. “Nice one,” John laughed at Finn, “you literally had one job, mate.” “Mrs. Gray?” Alfie asked carefully, “Sorry to interrupt you there, alright, but I just wanted to quickly check, because you mentioned the hair, yeah? What colour? Because I’m sure I’ll love my son all the same if he’s blond, but I might just need to mentally prepare myself…” And then you finally burst out in anger, “Can you all just shut the fuck up for a second! I’m actually trying to have a fucking baby here!!” “Right, sorry about that love,” Alfie moved closer to you and grabbed your hand again, “Please continue. You’re doing brilliantly, even if he is blond…” Tommy chuckled lightly in the background, which made you even more angry somehow, “Alfie, I swear to God or Adonai or whatever you want to call him, do nottouch me again because remember how you said you couldn’t remember your circumcision?”

“Yes,” Alfie mumbled in mortal fear.

“You will remember when I do it. Remember how you told me of your rabbi doing it when boys are eight days old, because then it heals faster?”

“Yes...” he gulped.

“I’ll make it slow sweetheart. Really fucking slow.”  

“Right,” he said with big eyes, “What exactly would you have me do then except for just standing here like some great big bloody useless piece of shit?”  

“Shut up!”  

“Noted.” *** You weren’t sure what had happened exactly in that last hour. Apparently you’d lost a lot of blood and things had gotten hazy very quickly. Ada and Aunt Polly had stopped talking altogether and they had managed to save you, despite the bickering men in the background. You did remember that Alfie and Arthur had gotten into a fight at one point, but apparently they managed to resolve it quickly when the doctor arrived and they took turns in beating him up because he was no longer needed. Anger really does bring people together.

Of course, none of that really mattered now, because you were now holding a perfect baby right there, in your arms. Finn just stared at the baby, completely in awe. “Not blond…” John sounded a little disappointed. Arthur grinned, “But bloody perfect.” “Gorgeous, just like the mother,” Polly hugged you carefully. “Shelby good looks.” Tommy nodded slowly, with a sense of pride in his voice. “Any names yet?” Ada asked, “I bet you’ve picked them out ages ago, haven’t you?” “I have,” you smiled, “but couldn’t say them out loud yet, so we didn’t really discuss it. It’s bad luck.”

Uncharacteristically, Alfie hadn’t said a word yet.

“Mr. Solomons?” you said, gazing up from your one love to the other, “I believe you have a daughter.” And finally he smiled, deeply and incredibly in love as he held her tight with both hands. And in the most tender way possible he looked at you, grinned and said, “Fucking hell!”

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