#.echoes [sophia]

[echosong971]

Helloooo dear artist ~ I just came to say that your art is just WOW (especially the way you draw P p.s. God, I almost died from one of your posts. It's just …ahhhhhhhh 😳😩 )

Not sure if it's okay to make a request, but man, I'd love to see Sophia in your style (I'm serious, man, your style is just gorgeous!!!)

In any case, thanks for the cool arts on Lies of p✨

AH thank you! ^v^ I’m glad that I’m doing our favorite puppet boy justice ;)

Here’s that drawing of Sophia for you <3

[wexarethewalkingxdead]

You Found Me || Sophia & Kyleigh || @lunarruled

Sophia hadn't expected the walkers to surround them the way they had. She had held on as tightly to Luke as she could, but they had been separated. She wished she knew where Carl was. All she could do was hope that he was alive and that he'd made it out. She'd see them all as soon as they met up at their rendezvous point. The only trouble right now was that she had gotten herself turned around and didn't know which way she was supposed to go to get there. She knew the others would wait as long as they possibly could before heading to somewhere more safe, but she knew they couldn't and wouldn't wait too long.

She had moved far enough away that she couldn't smell the burning of flesh and vegatation. So she could breathe easier, but she was still so thirsty. If she didn't get water soon, she might pass out. She could do without eating for a day or two as they were used to that when they were on the road before finding the prison. That had been a while back, and she could only hope she wouldn't know that hunger again for a long time.

She heard the snapping of a twig and the rustle of leaves. She froze in place, knowing from the sound alone that it wasn't a walker. Daryl had been teaching her a lot since they'd been at the prison, and she had never been more grateful for that than in this moment. She reached for the knife at her hip. "Who-who's there?" she hissed, slowly turning in a circle and scanning the area around her for any signs of life.

She could only hope it was someone that she knew because any stranger she met would probably be with the Governor. She knew from seeing Glenn and Maggie after they'd come back that she didn't want to be anywhere near that man or any of the people who followed him.

[paceypeternathanslawyer]

One Tree Hill Meme {101/187} Season 5 Episode 13: Echoes, Silence, Patience And Grace Top 2 Favorite Characters Per Episode (As voted by fans on TVTime.com)

Brooke Davis (76%)

Nathan Scott (10%)

(Percentages as of August 2024)

[kazhloar]

He watches the morning light Catch on her raven hair Curves of her lips Promisin' a life that they will share Two lovers intertwined In the light of a winter's dawn As the rubble of war Sweeps down through the valley So stay with me, oh, lover My heart's filled with worry Stay with me, oh, lover The borders are burning And war is yearning To take you away from me And to bury you deep In the clay down below So come to me, oh, lover My heart is still burning Come to me, oh, lover Your unborn is yearning My soul is yearning To feel the river swirling To join you once more In the next world eternal

— Élie (Sophia Brown), The Echo and the River (episode version) The Witcher: Blood Origin, "Of Warriors, Wakes, and Wondrous Worlds", s01e03

[demifiendrsa]

Marvel Studios has announced the premiere dates for season 2 of Loki and Echo at Disney+.

A new season of Loki starts streaming October 6, 2023. 

All episodes of Echo drop November 29, 2023.

[robynsassenmyview]

Lessons in laughter at devils

SOUTH Africa’s inimitable national treasure: Pieter-Dirk Uys, performs in The Echo of a Noise at Montecasino until 7 May. Photograph courtesy Athlone News. AS YOU PUT your hands together in salute of this theatre work, and shift yourself to stand in loyal ovation, you are celebrating and honouring not only this particular theatre work, but the treasure that Pieter-Dirk Uys is to this country.…

[faydingrain]

Hello!! I realized I missed OCxCanon Week, but that did not stop me from making short and late entries for days 2-7 darn it!!

Prompts used in fic order:

(No prompts used)

2. "Seriously, I mean it. Thank you." - Pollen x Lei Hitotose (Funamusea)

3. Out in Nature - Sophia Rose x René Simm (Owari no Seraph)

4. Caring for One Another - Takenaka Kagami x Hirako Take (Tokyo Ghoul)

5. Getting Into Trouble - Pink Spinel x Zircon (Houseki no Kuni)

6. An Intimate Moment - Caspian x Dokugai (Funamusea)

7. Date Night - Aram x Envi (Funamusea)

[echo-the-ghost]

Ohhh OC fun facts 👀 Here are some random letters:

C, S, K

Ehehehhee thank you for the ask!!! :D

C - The first one I thought of was Cleo but since I was just talking about her at you I'll choose someone different, how about... Cyan! She's a robot celebrity from the future. It's kind of a dystopian type world, and she does a very successful true crime podcast. She's kind of eerily cheery and friendly which is why she's so popular, people either find her offputting or charming but either way they can't stop listening :]

S - Not a super well developed OC if I'm being real but I want the chance to talk about them so, Skalle! She's based of a unicorn plushie that I have. She's very soft and fluffy and white. Aaand she's super into death metal. Her name means Skull <3

K - Karren! I've been working on his story a bit recently so thank you for sending in a K :] He was born into an affluential demon family. He was meant to follow in his parents' footsteps and become a lawyer, but law school reeeally wasn't for him so he dropped out and his parents disowned him. Now he's angry and bitter and he works at a coffee shop.

send me a random letter and I'll tell you a fun fact about one of my OCs!

[wexarethewalkingxdead]

Sophia clung to the words the woman spoke. If she promised not to let anything hurt her, why wouldn't she believe her? She was an adult, and adults were to be trusted, right? She nodded, careful to keep her breathing as steady as she could. Her lips weren't quivering now, and she felt as if she might be able to think and talk rationally. As she introduced herself, she couldn't help but smile. Her name was so pretty. She straightened her shoulders a little. "My name is Sophia. I'm twelve years old."

She had no idea why she told the woman her age, but it had seemed like a good idea at the time. It probably wouldn't matter to the woman one way or the other. She was still a kid and couldn't really do much in the way of protecting herself. "There was a bunch of cars stuck on the highway," she insisted, trying to get her to understand why they were stopped. "Dale was trying to fix the RV, and we were gathering supplies. Then the walkers were coming and we had to hide." She felt her heartbeat start to quicken and had to start the breathing that Aiyla had shown her again to keep herself from getting all worked up again.

As the woman laid out what they were going to do and reassured her that her Mama and the others were out there looking for her, she started to believe it. She wanted so desperately to be back with them all. But mostly her Mama. "Yes, ma'am." She then took another drink of the water before screwing the cap back on and starting to stand up. She didn't feel like she had hurt herself when she fell, but she would help make sure just in case.

She noticed the rip in her pants right on the knee. Her lips fell into a frown as she realized there was a little blood too. "Guess I skinned my knee, but it's okay. I'm tough," she insisted, looking up at the woman and giving her a slight smile. She hoped that she didn't look as nervous as she felt.

something in her eased as the girls breathing began to regulate. unnecessary and prolonged panic ( especially under these circumstances ) was not something aiyla knew how to handle. she flashes another encouraging smile. "it's alright sweetheart. i'm not going to let anything else happen to you, ok?" a rather bold promise in this day and age, but what else did she have to offer? "i'm aiyla."

at the mention of the highway, she tried to visualize the area with a slight furrowing of her brow. already she could think of two roads within a day to a day and a half's walk from there that might be it, but she'd need a map to actually figure out which was more likely ( and if the girl had been turned around in fear, there was no telling which way was the correct way ). the added threat of multiple walkers in the area was also something she'd need to take into account.

"and i'm sure your momma and rick and all the others are out here looking for you as we speak. so here's what we're going to do. i'm going to have you finish a bit more of that water, then we're gonna have you stand up and make sure you weren't hurt when you took that tumble, alright? we'll start heading back in the direction you came from and see what we can find. if it gets dark, we'll hunker down somewhere for the night and start fresh in the morning." food and water were going to be a pressing issue with another mouth to feed and an agenda now ⸻ she made a mental note to keep an eye out for houses to scavenge as they walked. "and if we encounter any walkers, you listen and do to what i say, understand?

[motherroam-rs]

(Not) Broken

NSFW - 18+

Warnings/Tags: Alcohol, Smut, Fingering, Praise Kink, Oral Sex (both male and female receiving)

Relationship: Tech x Fem!Reader

Summary: When a comment from Crosshair has you feeling insecure, Tech offers some assistance in showing you that you’re not broken.

Word count: 4.9k

A/N: big thank you to @shinigami101 for helping me with this as well as @darklightcannon and Sophia for proofreading 🫶

NSFW Below the cut

You tap your foot against the durasteel floor of the marauder, the walkway extended before you, almost pointing to the cause of your annoyance striding towards it. Crosshair wears a tipsy smirk as he stares up at you, beginning his walk of shame up the steps. From this angle you catch sight of lipstick marks trailing down his neck and disappearing beneath his blacks. So that’s where he’s been.

“You’re late.” Your head shakes disapprovingly, the lasting effects of all the free drinks at 79’s only made you more irritable. You and Crosshair did typically get along - just not when he decided to make you all late for a mission just so he could enjoy having some girl wrapped around him.

“What, jealous?” Crosshair’s taunting voice carries over Wrecker’s snores as you pass by the larger clone slumped over in his chair, he had fallen asleep about twenty minutes prior, when the alcohol at least still had you feeling giddy.

“No, I’m annoyed because now we’re running behind because you decided it would be a good idea to kriff around with a Civ!” You drop yourself into your seat, yanking down the bar to secure yourself, and Crosshair does the same next to you.

Tech, the only one who’s entirely sober, has already begun preparations for take off, eyeing the pair of you between his ritualistic preparations for the Marauders flight. Always the designated pilot, it allowed the rest of you to soak up the drinks at 79’s and sleep them off before you all have to serve your duty in the war. You were thankful of his reliability every time he caught you from stumbling around like a newborn deer, and would wrap his arm around you to guide you back to the safety of the ship on those nights.

“Maybe if it were you, you wouldn’t be so uptight.” His voice is humorous as he knocks his leg with your own, but you’re not in the mood to laugh with him.

“Kriff off, Crosshair.” You bite back before Hunter, despite being the most inebriated out of all of you, finds it in himself to pull out the sergeant card to get the two of you to stop bickering.

Crosshair was right though, you were jealous, but not in the way he thinks. Your mind flashes back to sweating bodies, discomfort, and ultimately - disappointment. Sure, you were still young, and given that you were following these soldiers into battlefields on any given day it didn’t exactly give you the opportunity to meet any men. Despite these factors, you were beginning to think there was something wrong with you.

Not a moment longer past the time you’re safely in hyperspace, you make an exit towards the bunks, not caring for any eyes that may be staring at your back before the door closes.

A soft knock echoes through the room and you take a deep breath as you hit the control panel, ready to tell Crosshair to go wash away the heavy smell of cheap perfume that now lingered in the cockpit, but the door opens to reveal someone else.

“It is just me.” He steps inside and you move back to the bunk, flopping down onto your back with as much grace as a bird shot from the sky. He closes the door behind him and takes a seat on his bunk, directly across from your own.

“Where are the others?” You’re surprised none of them have rushed in yet to claim their bunks for the night.

“They are already asleep,” Tech informs you, fiddling with his gloves in the absence of the data pad usually present in his hands. “You are upset.”

“Yes.” You confirm with a huff.

“Because of Crosshair's comment on your lack of sexual activity?” Credits to him, he had it right. Any of the others would have guessed it was just the delay the sniper had caused you, but not Tech. Despite his aversion to most people, he did understand you, and you liked to think you did in return.

“Why are you here, Tech?” You roll onto your front and groan into your pillow, which of course being GAR issued, barely muffles the noise.

“Why are you upset?” Tech sounds genuinely confused at your misery.

“Because it’s embarrassing?” You half laugh at his question.

“Because you have not engaged in intimate activities since-“ You cut him off before he can make you feel any worse about the night in question, how he had bumped into a man who never even got the opportunity to get out of his own pants. You remember how Tech had actually blushed, and was unable to make eye contact with you the whole next rotation.

“Because I can’t,” The words are spilling out to your friend before you can stop them, the alcohol in your brain only making them slip out easier. “I’m broken, Tech.” You pull yourself up to sit on the edge of the bunk to mirror him, the room spinning as you do so.

“I..” Tech pauses, his eyes momentarily flicking downwards to your thighs as he adjusts his goggles. “I am afraid I do not understand what you mean.”

“I’m not having this conversation with you right now.” You let yourself fall back onto the bunk once more, “I just can’t… finish.”

“Ah, you cannot achieve an orgasm.” The realisation in Tech’s voice makes your face burn.

“Oh maker.” You rip the pillow out from under your head and instead pull it over your face, as if you were a child hiding from an imaginary monster. But instead you’re just wishing the void of space would swallow you whole and save you from this conversation with Tech.

“It is nothing to be embarrassed about, would you say it is because your previous sexual partners were unsatisfactory or do you believe you are experiencing physical-“ He begins to reel off questions, each one making your face burn hotter.

This was not a conversation you wanted to be having with anyone on the team, let alone Tech, who would now just look at you as a broken part to a ship begging to be fixed.

“Tech!” You cut him off. “Just, leave, please?” You plead into the pillow, hoping he’s understood you.

You can’t see him, but you hear the soft creak of the bunk, and footsteps leading towards a door which opens with a soft whoosh.

He pauses, “I thought you wanted my help.” He lingers for a moment, until he’s sure you won’t respond, before leaving you once more.

Following the next mission, once you and Crosshair begrudgingly made up over Caf and teasing Hunter for being a lightweight before the batch and yourself as their medic head into battle, the Marauder is silent. For once, there is no bickering between the brothers, all of them having left to enjoy some local festivities on the planet you were stationed on for this evening. The only noise echoing throughout the bunks is the faint buzz of a vibrator and your shallow breaths.

You had it perfect, you’d showered, read a book to clear your mind, and even had a small glass of corellian whiskey to yourself. You’d received the bottle as a thank you for aiding an injured civilian and meant to save it for a special occasion, but something inside you said now was as good a time as any, especially considering the odd blaster bolt that came too close for comfort over the last few rotations.

All of the effort seems to be for nothing as you twist your free hand in the sheet, not in pleasure, but at irritation of your struggle for release. The other hand circles the edge of the vibrator over your clit, occasionally dipping down in an attempt to push it inside of you, but you’re not nearly relaxed or wet enough.

You’re so caught up in your frustration that you don’t hear the knock on the door, and the only warning you get to cover yourself comes from the light flooding into the room from the cockpit.

You jump upright, clutching the thin blanket to your bare chest and rip the vibrator away from between your legs.

“Oh,” Tech stammers from the doorway, still armoured and only lacking his helmet and gloves, his face flushed red. “I believe I have interrupted you.” Seemingly unsure of what to do, he slams his hand to the control panel, locking you both in the warm room.

“Yes.” You gulp, heart racing in your chest, fumbling to turn off the vibrator while it continues to buzz, as if it were laughing at you for your inability to cum.

“Any luck?”

Is he seriously asking you if you came?

“Tech.” You give a light warning, finally managing to switch off the device.

He gives you a questioning look, and you groan, sliding down against the mattress in defeat “No.”

Maybe it was the built up tension in you, or the fact you had a few drinks prior to your attempts but suddenly the confession works its way out of your throat.

“It’s just so frustrating, no matter what I do it’s not enough!” Tears threaten to fall and you scrunch your eyes closed.

“As I said before, I could help if you let me.” His voice is soft, level.

“How?” Your eyes open with an empty laugh and you find yourself staring at him, “Sorry, but I don’t exactly think the basic med training covers women’s intimacy issues, I know mine didn’t.”

“Perhaps I can find out the cause of your issue, if you will allow me to look.” He suggests, kneeling next to the bunk, his tone as casual as if he were discussing an issue with the Marauder.

“You want to watch me?” The words sound even more ridiculous aloud. Tech was your closest friend on the team, surely this would be crossing every line possible.

Tech looks at you with soft eyes full of reassurance, as if reading your thoughts, “I promise that nothing will change between us.”

His gaze is fixed on yours and something in his eyes makes the protest die on your tongue, his hand covers your own that is gripping the blanket to your chest. It feels warm and comforting, and your heart slows at the contact. His other hand presses on top of your knee that peeks out of the blanket, and you can’t recall a time he’s ever touched you with such purpose.

You pause for a moment, suppressing a shiver at the way his thumb brushes comforting circles on your knee, and take the opportunity to look into his eyes, searching for any hint of hesitation. Finding none, with the help of the whiskey you exhale your concerns, ripping off the proverbial bacta patch as you allow him to pull the blanket away from your bare body.

When you close your eyes in a mixture of arousal and embarrassment at Tech seeing you this way, you miss the way that his own widen in slight surprise and adoration, before darkening with lust.

He gives an encouraging nod as he applies light pressure to the inside of your knees, guiding them apart. If he feels any of the embarrassment that you do now, he certainly doesn’t show it with his gaze fixed between your legs.

“To begin, I would like for you to attempt to make yourself orgasm.” Your eyes snap open again, stomach tensing at his request. “Breathe, dear, it’s just us.”He quickly calms you, continuing to brush his thumb on your knee, and seats himself at the end of your bunk.

It’s just Tech, you’re friends, it’s not weird, he’s here to help you. You remind yourself, drawing a breath at his expectant eyes before trailing a hand down your body, which is entirely bare despite the fact that Tech remains near fully armoured. You think you hallucinate the small gasp from the end of the bunk when your fingers reach their destination, dragging slow circles on your clit.

“Would you like me to record this? I know that I typically record everything without asking but I need your consent in this situation.” His offer is uncharacteristically fast for the man who is used to keeping a level head in the middle of battle.

You bite your lip, your head already nodding before your brain can formulate an answer, and your cheeks flush at how the knowledge of Tech recording you makes your stomach tighten and wetness coat your fingers.

You withdraw your hand from between your legs, waiting as he presses the button on the side of his goggles and a small red light assures you it’s recording. “Continue what you were doing before.” He instead presses the vibrator to your open hand, turning the device on.

“Remember what I just told you, dear, breathe.” Tech reassures you once again when your breath begins to quicken. He keeps one hand on your knee as the other guides your own to position the vibrator on your clit, and you suck in a sharp breath at the contact, suppressing the moan begging to be heard.

“It is just us here, you do not have to silence yourself.” Tech's voice is hushed, but still floods your ears. The sound of it only makes you tighten around nothing.

You try to tell him that you can’t, that it’s bad enough that you’re in this situation, but that he’s helping you with it. Tech, your teammate, your friend. But, you’re not given much choice when he guides your own hand to add pressure with the vibrator, “Tech!”

You swear you hear his breath hitch at the unrestrained cry, or perhaps it’s your own.

“Very good.” He withdraws his hand.

Has his voice always sounded that tense?

You continue your movements, allowing your head to fall back on the thin pillow which seems to be the only thing grounding you to the real world at this moment. You let out a small moan when the bunk creaks and a bare hand presses to your inner thigh, forcing one of your legs into a position that will allow him a better view.

“It seems you are approaching an orgasm.” He encourages, leaning forward in quiet awe. You don’t respond, you already know what’s coming, just as you’re steps away from the precipice, the fire diminishes, leaving your body flushed and unsatisfied.

“That’s what I mean, Tech.” Your eyes finally settle on him between your legs, and despite your failed attempt to cum, you involuntarily tighten. You switch off the vibrator, discarding it on the bunk, but Tech raises his hand to catch your wrist before you can pull the covers over your naked form.

“Fascinating,” You’re about to kick him away at that, until his next statement renders your body useless. “May I try?” Techs hand guiding your own was one thing, but for him to use his own on you has your heart going faster than a pod race. You don’t know what’s possessed you, but your body responds before your mind has made its decision and you’re giving him a small nod.

He waits a moment, eyes searching your face for any sign of hesitation, before he’s leaning back to take his position between your legs, which had closed again on instinct.

“Please, relax for me.” He gently pulls apart your thighs, his fingers immediately moving upwards, lightly grazing over the soft skin.

“You appear to be wet enough, no issue there.” His thumb smears the fluid up your slit to your clit, opening you up in one motion and you gasp. Your hands find purchase in your bedsheets, and it takes every bit of control in you to not chase after his hand with your hips.

“No lessened sensation either, good.” He mumbled to himself but you can barely hear him over your own heartbeat as he moves to drag slow circles around your clit with his thumb, earning him another moan from you. At the noise, you catch Tech briefly adjusting his codpiece, suddenly looking uncomfortable.

“Tech?” Even in battle you’ve never been so breathless, and he gives a strained hum of acknowledgment, his middle finger dipping back down to circle your entrance.

“You can take it off if it’s - ah!” The words are stolen when his finger sinks into you effortlessly, and your hand grips the metal edge of the bunk while your brain scrambles to find the end of the sentence. “If you’re uncomfortable.”

He doesn’t respond verbally, but the soft click of his codpiece being released signals that he’s heard you, and he presses his hips back to the mattress. Once certain you have adjusted, he adds another finger, working them inside you with a scissoring motion that has you chanting his name in a breathless prayer.

You become increasingly aware of how he’s grinding himself into the mattress with every strangled moan and whimper he can pull from you, slipping from his usual control.

You can barely begin to form words at this point beyond his name, your senses instantly zeroing in on the harsh warm breath fanning across your exposed cunt as his fingers withdraw from you. You barely get a moment to glance at his head between your thighs before his lips press to your clit, tongue darting out to taste you.

“Is this okay?” Tech’s voice is rough, nearing Crosshair levels of hoarse.

“Maker, yes Tech.” You practically sob, and just as your mouth utters his name, he’s diving in, tongue exploring you like a man starved. At the intensity of the sensation, your thighs threaten to close around his head, but he’s fast to hitch one of your legs over his shoulder while pinning the other one down to keep you open for him.

A thin layer of sweat forms on your skin as your hands tightly grip the sheets at his attention to your cunt. First, he’s zeroing in on your clit, licking and sucking in a way that almost has you in tears, before he moves down to dip inside you, tasting you, and then repeats the process.

The orgasm is approaching fast like a wave threatening to break at shore, but then the tide begins to recede. Tech seems to sense this, pulling back and releasing your clit with a wet noise that seems to echo through the empty room.

”Look at me, Mesh’la.” Tech demands and you meet his burning gaze. Through the flames in his goggle framed eyes, you find encouragement. He wants you to watch him. Once he’s sure you’re focused on him, he returns his mouth to your cunt, sucking your clit into his mouth whilst delving two fingers inside.

You don’t know what possesses you to make the offer, whether it be the haze of pleasure in your mind, or the way his hips continue to rut into the mattress, but it spills from your lips without any filter “Tech, I can help you too- Kriff!” He sucks particularly hard at this before releasing you so he can listen to your offer, “But I’m not sure how to take care of us both at once, or if you want to…” you gesture down to his erection straining against his blacks, “Help your own situation?”.

You practically see the cogs whir in his mind, and he sits up, beginning to rid himself of his armour. “Stand up.” He orders, and despite the way your legs shake, you obey the order, gripping the upper bunk for support.

You stare at Tech, slightly confused, and a small smile graces his lips, still coated with evidence of your arousal. He’s bare from the waist up, and his hands now make steady work of removing his lower blacks in one swift motion. Your attention is caught by the sight of his cock standing proud against his tanned abdomen. You knew biologically there is some correlation between height and the size, and with Tech being tall that he would be above average, but your lips fall open at the length. You still weren’t sure what he had in mind, but you’re suddenly unsure you can handle it.

“Do not be intimidated, Cyar’ika, I will help you.” One hand reaches to your jaw, brushing a thumb along it almost lovingly while the other settles on your hips, pulling you down onto the bunk with him. Both hands are now slipping below your thighs, pulling you into a position so that you’re straddling his chest, facing towards the foot of the bunk, facing his cock.

So this is what his solution is.

“Move closer.” Tech’s grip on your hips is as firm as his voice when he tugs you up to his mouth, hot breath fanning across your cunt in another soft warning before his tongue runs over your slit in one strong motion.

Tech seems to be paying attention to the way your legs shake from the effort of holding yourself up, because one of his hands extends to your upper back, pushing you into a position where your breasts press to his stomach. At this new angle, you’re fully seated on his face, and you’re able to wrap a curious hand around his girth to give his cock an experimental tug. The moan that reverberates against your cunt has you sending a thank you to the maker that Hunter wasn’t nearby to overhear the methods his brother was using on you to assist with your predicament.

Tech’s cock is now inches from your lips and you marvel at it momentarily before allowing your tongue to run over the head, beginning to move your hand to at least grant him some relief. He jolts, groaning, and you pull back.

“Are you okay - am I hurting you?” In your limited experience with this, you’d never had any complaints, but now you worry that your partners just didn’t want to hurt your feelings.

“No!” He protests immediately, as if you were asking him if he’d like to be executed, “You’re not hurting me, please continue.”

At his insistence, your tongue licks another wet circle over the weeping head of Tech’s cock, and his thighs tense at the effort not to thrust into your mouth. You appreciate the sign of restraint from him and you tighten your hand around the base of his cock, finally taking him into your mouth. The taste and smell of him intoxicate you, igniting memories of every time you’ve stood just an inch too close to each other to the point you could practically inhale his calming presence.

You would be lying to yourself if you said you hadn’t thought this before, being here, with him. Suppressed thoughts rise to your mind and you close your eyes to bask in the moment with him, like it’s a dream that will be ripped from you.

Due to his impressive length, your lips are barely touching your fingers by the time he hits your throat and you release a drawn out moan, muffled by his cock. He sucks your clit into his mouth at this action, bringing tears to your eyes from the overwhelming stimulation.

You feel him draw his hips back, sliding out of your mouth and allowing you to take a breath before giving a short thrust in to stop at the back of your throat, which causes drool to begin leaking down his exposed cock and on your fingers.

Soon enough, the pair of you are a sight that would make a brothel patron blush. Tech continues his measured thrusts into your mouth and you take it with a moan when he begins to work you on his fingers once more. You can feel yourself practically dripping down his chin, and your stomach begins to tense - until the expected disappointment. Just as you begin to approach that high, it seems to pull further and further away from you once more.

Not again.

Tech seems to have read your mind and agreed with a strained “No,” as he pulls away from your cunt, but the room still echoes with the wet sound of his fingers scissoring into your heat.

“I need your full focus, I will not fail you at this Mesh’la.” He lifts you off his face and you release his throbbing cock from your lips. His grip is firmer than before, likely from the mounting frustration at his incomplete task, as he pulls you to face him. In this new position, you’re straddling him and you can feel the press of his cock to your inner thigh.

“Do you trust me?” There’s determination in his eyes, as if you’re a piece of the Marauder that he needs to fix.

“Always, Tech.” His eyes soften momentarily at this, but he reminds himself of the task at hand and with a speed you’ve only seen him use in battle, he’s flipped you both so you’re pinned underneath him once more.

Now that he’s above you, his length seems even more daunting and your hand grips his shoulder when you feel the head of his cock press to your entrance. Your whole body seems to tense, and you can’t help but dig your nails to his shoulder, which brings his eyes to yours.

“Shh, Mesh’la, that’s it, relax.” Tech’s voice is gentle but authoritative as he instructs you, pressing a kiss to your jaw. Even with his thorough preparation of your body, the stretch as he enters you is overwhelming, and yet, it’s better than anything you’ve ever felt. You had been preparing for the usual pain and discomfort, but this was on the opposite end of the scale.

“Breathe for me Cyar’ika,” he presses another kiss just below your ear and his voice sounds almost strangled. “That’s it, good girl.” He pulls out ever so slightly before rocking his hips back into yours, delving deeper into you.

“Just a little more, I promise, you can take it, you’re-“ a low groan sounds in his throat and you feel his lips ghost against the edge of your ear. “Taking me so kriffing well already.”

Is this the first time you’ve ever heard Tech swear?

He’s entirely inside you and the fullness is now euphoric. Tan skin is coated with a sheen of sweat that makes him look almost angelic, his lips and cheeks flushed from the effort of holding back from pushing you too far when he begins to rock his hips into yours.

A string of Mando’a curses tumble from his mouth as he falls into a rhythm of slow thrusts, keeping the pace your body needs to chase its high that hasn’t quite worn off from all the previous work his mouth set you up for. The precipice is no longer escaping you, he’s keeping you there, dangling you over the edge of it whilst simultaneously grounding you to him.

The room echoes with every gasp, thrust, and moan. It’s some kind of erotic orchestra conducted by Tech to encourage you along, and it’s working. One of his hands tangles in your hair, pulling your head to the side so he can press wet, open mouthed kisses against your pulse point.

Every action that Tech’s making, no matter how small, has you more intoxicated than any drug in existence, and your legs tighten impossibly around his hips in an attempt to keep him close to you. To help you let go.

“It’s okay, you can let go for me, Cyar’ika.” Tech’s reassuring words speaking your own thoughts are all you need to push you over the edge. You’re gasping into his shoulder, and you can’t help but bite into the soft skin with a desperate plea of his name. He shudders at this, slamming into you with now uneven thrusts as he buries his face in your neck.

“That’s it, I’ve got you.” Tech is coherent enough to be guiding you through your own release, despite being overcome with his own. His lust laced voice is all you can hear over the overload of your senses, a sharp whisper in your ear to guide you through this new world of pleasure where you tighten around his cock like you’re trying to keep him deep inside you.

It’s a blissful moment, with Tech entirely spent between your legs, tears rolling down your face and his name still in your mouth. It’s a moment that’s over too soon when he withdraws from you, and you can’t help but moan at the release of fluid between your thighs. Your friend's cum is leaking out of you, only momentarily, because he’s already grabbed his blacks from the end of the bunk to press between your thighs, cleaning the mess from your legs.

“I’ll wash them.” He assures you.

Once satisfied that you’re both taken care of, he lays next to you on the defiled bunk, pulling your half limp body against his. You never thought that Tech would be the kind for intimacy after sex, and yet you can hear his steady heartbeat against your cheek. You’re honoured, almost, for him to hold you like this when he found discomfort in most physical contact.

“I told you that you were not broken, Cyare, I am always correct.” He presses his lips to your forehead, and despite how he’s just brought you to the very brink of what your body could handle, your chest tightens.

Were you broken? No, he’d proven that much. Were you kriffed because of how your heart seems to skip a beat at the small moment of tenderness with your friends lips against your hairline? Yes, you were.

[echosong971]

any lies of p themed discord servers out there?

idk if i'll join any yet until i finish my runs of the game and get the endings, but i feel like window shopping atm 👀

[wexarethewalkingxdead]

Must Have Done Something Right || Sophia & Rick || Continued from Here (X): @rickgrimesdoingrickthings

Sophia knew she hurt him when she said he wasn't her father. And the truth was, she was glad that he wasn't anything like him. She hated her father, and she didn't want to hate Rick. She wanted to love him, and she honestly did from the bottom of her heart. She saw how good he was to her Mama, and she wanted nothing but the best for her Mama. She wanted someone that spoke gently and touched her with love. And so far, Rick had done all of that and more. And he spoke to her the same way and touched her the same way. She would never be able to repay him for everything he'd done for them.

She lifted her head when he offered his gun and shook her head. "I don't want it. I have my bow and my knife. I know how to use both." The adults in her life had done a damn good job showing her how to take care of herself and do it without so much as making a sound. A gun would bring more down on her and hadn't he taught her that very lesson in the woods at the traffic snarl on the highway before they'd met Maggie and the others? It was something she had quickly taken to heart and held there. "Thank you though." She tried to give him a smile, but her eyes were burning from unshed, ashamed tears.

"I shouldn't have said that," she whispered, sniffling a little before wiping her nose on her sleeve and taking a quiet step toward him. She pushed his gun back to him, toward his hip where it belonged. "You need that to keep all of us safe. Me and my Mama…Carl and Judith. The others." She gripped the bow in her other hand before she moved the hand that touched his gun to his arm and gave it a squeeze.

"I promise I'll let someone know the next time I need to get out of here for a bit, okay?" She might not tell someone directly, but she'd certainly leave a note.

[sphvm]

a whole new world — sophia laforteza

sophia laforteza x fem!reader

tags: hate sex, fingering, semi-public sex, sophia’s mean, lil bit of praise, begging

masterlist

MEN AND MINORS DNI

the lights of the school hallways flickered above, students chattering excitedly about the upcoming auditions for aladdin. you had waited weeks for this moment, rehearsing your lines and brushing up on your vocal exercises. this time, you were determined to get the lead role of jasmine, and nothing would stand in your way. well, almost nothing.

sophia was the star of the school’s drama club. everyone knew it. with her outgoing personality and striking voice, she was practically born for the spotlight. last year's musical saw her take on the leading role as rapunzel in tangled, a performance that earned her applause and admiration from both students and teachers. it was basically undeniable that she would get the lead role again, but you believed in yourself and refused to let her reputation intimidate you.

after school, sophia had asked you to meet her in the auditorium. her tone had been sweet, almost rehearsed, as though she were putting on another performance. you couldn’t ignore the insinuation behind her invitation, you knew she wanted to size you up, to remind you of her status before the auditions even began. as the heavy double doors swung open, the dim light of the empty auditorium enveloped you, amplifying the anticipation in your chest.

she was already there, standing center stage with an elegance that was unmistakably her own. "hey! you made it," she said, flashing a bright smile, but there was something calculating in her eyes.

"yeah, i wouldn't miss it," you replied, trying to match her enthusiasm.

but the small talk quickly faded into tension. "so... i heard you’re really going for jasmine this year. brave choice," she said, tilting her head slightly, her smile turning sly.

you could feel the weight of her words pressing down on you. "i think i have a chance. i can sing the part, and i’m ready to take on the challenge."

she chuckled lightly, but it sounded more like a sharp intake of breath. "you know, it’s cute that you think you can steal the spotlight. it’s just—you’ve seen the past performances, right? i mean, come on," sophia said, her voice turning cold, a tinge of annoyance creeping in.

"and? am i supposed to just step aside because you’re the star?" you shot back, feeling brave. you’d practiced long enough, and you weren’t about to back down now.

"you don’t get it. i’m always the lead. that’s how this works," she argued, stepping closer, her confidence radiating like a spotlight beneath the stage lights.

"and that’s exactly why i’m going to fight you for it," you replied, meeting her gaze. the tension swirled around you, a blend of frustration and determination.

she took a step closer, looking down at you, making you feel a little smaller. “fight me for it? that’s a joke.”

strangely exhilarated by the confrontation, you felt yourself become more aggressive, your eyes narrowing as you pushed back. "i’m not scared of stealing it from you just because you’ve a brat that always gets your way."

“acting like you’d ever be better than me, all you are is a little girl with dreams that will never come true, wake up!”

in a rush of anger, you slapped her across the cheek. the sound echoed sharply through the empty auditorium. sophia’s eyes widened for a fraction of a second, but then a fierceness took hold of her features. her eyebrows furrowed and an ugly scowl plastered her face.

without a moment's hesitation, she stepped forward, closing the distance between you. she grabbed you tightly, shoving you against the walls of the stage. she crashed her lips against yours, a shocking mixture of anger and something deeper igniting between you.

you kissed her back instinctively, your heart pounding, all that existed was a mix of rivalry and something undefinable. she gripped your waist harder, her lips moving at a fast pace you couldn’t keep up with. you moaned into her mouth as your hands went up to tangle themselves in her hair. she tasted like strawberries.

she pulled away and when you opened your eyes, she looked even angrier than before. “you just fucking hit me.” your words were stuck in your throat, all you could do was stare wide eyed, your gaze moving from her lips to her eyes.

“god you’re a whore.” a low whimper escaped your throat.

her lips crashing against yours once again. her hands moved to your hair, pulling at the roots as she deepened the kiss. you moaned, your hands moving to her waist, pulling her closer to you. she ground her hips against yours, her fingers dropping to your waist, working to unzip your pants. you gasp as she slipped a hand inside, her fingers sliding up your slit.

"you’re so fucking wet," she whispered in your ear, her fingers moving in slow circles around your clit. you whimpered in her ear, your hips bucking against her hand. "do you like that, baby?" she asked, her voice low. “you like that i’m doing this?”

you nodded, unable to speak. she smirked, her fingers moving faster. "tell me you want it," she demanded, her fingers pressing harder against your clit.

"i-i want it," you breathed, your hips moving faster against her hand.

"beg me for it," she said, her fingers moving even faster.

"please, sophia, please.”

her lips found your neck as she pressed open mouthed kisses along it. “you won’t get the lead baby, so why don’t you show me what other noises that pretty voice can make?”

your hips moved frantically against her hand, as she slowed her ministrations down to a teasing pace.

"please," you begged brokenly, your body trembling, feeling the sweat drop down your back. "sophia..."

she chuckled darkly, her fingers stilled. "please what?" she whispered, her breath hot against your ear. "I want to hear it from that pretty mouth."

"please fuck me," you whimpered, your hands fisting in her hair. "please, just do it. fuck me, use me." she tsked, her fingers starting a slow circle. “i-i won’t audition for the—fuck!” her fingers suddenly entered your core, crying out at the sudden impact, your nails digging crescents into her shoulders as she impaled you on her fingers.

"fuck, you're fucking tight," she cursed, moving with a desperate frenzy. "you like that? want it rough?"

your only response was a muffled cry, your face buried in the crook of her neck. she took your mouth in a searing kiss, all thought fleeing as the sensations overtook you. all that remained was the two of you, your bodies slick with a sheen of sweat.

"god, yes..." you breathed against her lips, your words punctuated by moans of pleasure. "harder. fuck me harder..."

“you don’t make the decisions here.” she spoke, recapturing your lips, but nonetheless she obliged. her fingers slammed inside you with a newfound aggression. the sound of your slick was echoing in the otherwise silent room. it was just the two of you, but the thought that anyone could come in and find her fucking you dumb was exhilarating

there was only the slap of her fingers thrusting into you, the sound of your shared panting, and the taste of sweat on your tongue. you could feel your stomach tightening. and focusing on the way her tongue was sliding against yours wasn’t helping.

"please," you gasped out, your voice hoarse and raw. "please, don't stop..."

her lips left your mouth, her eyes were lidded and it felt like she was staring straight into your soul. “come for me, be as loud as you can. be my good girl, right?” she moved impossibly faster, adding a third finger and her thumb finding your clit. “you keep your eyes on me while you come,” she rubbed faster and faster circles until your body tensed and time stopped. waves and waves of pleasure drowned your body as you slumped against the wall. her fingers were still inside you as you finally came to.

she smiled sickenly sweet at you. “good girl.” she rubbed your cheek with her spare hand and kissed you, breaking apart with a click. “good luck trying to sing now.”

she pulled her hand away, licking the three fingers that were covered in your come, dripping down her wrist. you tried to argue back but found you couldn’t. you lost your voice.

[moontheoretist]

Types of Possessions in Dragon Age world

Monsterification:

The possession can involve strong emotions but doesn't have to (it depends on the case, as it's hard to assume rocks or dead bodies have emotions, but places within the game can have lingering echoes of strong emotions that make such possessions more likely to occur within such area - spirits will just possess whatever).

It's unclear if such possession needs consent to occur.

The possession can be forced by a third party.

The person that gets possessed gets horrifically transformed.

The transformation can't be reveresed after it happens.

The person is driven mad by the transformation.

The possession can be prevented by Litany of Andralla.

Example: Slavren (DAO), Witherfang (DAO), Olivia (DA2)

There are other types of this type of possession that include objects, animals, plants or even corpses. It includes creatures such as: Sylwans (possession of a tree), Arcane Horror (possession of a mage's corpse), Rock Wraith (possession of a rock), Reverant, Skeleton (possession of a corpse), werewolf (possession of a wolf) and more similar cases.

Puppet:*

Person that gets possessed is trapped in the Fade.

Demon takes over the body and wrecks havoc all around, but isn't physically present inside the body of the host (?).

There is no transformation of the body.

The person can be saved by killing the demon in the Fade.

Needs established consent (with demon it will be a deal).

Examples: Uldred (DAO), Connor (DAO)

Teacher:

Person that gets possessed is a living willing host.

It's the opposite of the Puppet - person and the spirit coexist in a type of symbiosis, while the person is taught by the spirit.

There is no visible transformation of the body.

Person and a spirit can be separated via special rituals.

Example: Sigrid Gulsdotten (DAI: Jaws of Hakkon)

Impersonator:

The possessed person is already dead.

Spirit / demon is convinced they're the dead person or posses all the memories of the dead person as if they were them. (Demon may refer to the host as "food" separating itself from the host, while spirit will be confused by the memories of the body).

There is no visible transformation of the body, in fact the body is to some extent preserved thanks to the possession. (In case of a demon there is a second voice hearable when the person speaks).

Example: Sophia Dryden (DAO: Soldier's Peak), Kristoff? (DAO:A)

Revival:

The possessed person is already dead.

The spirit enters the body of the dead person and revives them. It's unclear if the spirit simply ties the soul of the dead person back to their body or assumes the role of said person. (It's quite possible that the spirit could think they're the person that already died or that the soul of the dead person turned into the spirit).

No visible transformation of the body, voice or personality.

No emotional outbursts.

Example: Wynne (DAO)

Merging:

The possessed person is a living willing host.

The spirit and the person merge into one being.

It's not possible to separate them as they're already one.

No visible transformation of the body. (Possible visible veins of the Fade light and change of the voice when the spirit is fronting).

Possible emotional outbursts. (Due to taint corruption?)

Possibly person and the spirit loose sense of selves with time to become a fully integrated single personality.

Needs established consent (with demon it will be a deal).

Example: Anders (DA2), Flemeth (DAO, DA2, DAI)

Note: i wanted to add Cole here, but when I was writing down the criteria I noticed for possession I realized that Cole is a spirit that impersonates the dead person, not a spirit that took over his body. (Correct me if I'm wrong here, because I'm pretty sure he was seen as a free roaming spirit that just looked like a human - like the spirits of the old that could just randomly take on the mortal looking body).

*I just realized I forgot about one case of possession. Amalia from Stone Prisoner DLC. It's similar case to Puppet, but the difference is that the demon is already physically in the mortal world. It inhabits a body of a cat and tries to convince Amalia to willingly give her body out. When Amalia gets possessed she gets possessed in the mortal world by a demon that was trapped in the mortal world - her body doesn't change. When Amalia attacks you she doesn't turn into an Abomination monster model, she turns into Desire Demon itself.

^ TBH I'm still not sure if Demon is in the mortal world or in the Fade. As the difference between location is barely discernible in the game. So it's hard to say if demons we meet are in the Fade or mortal world.

[sunny44]

Happy birthday Chili

Pairing: Carlos Sainz x wife!reader

Warnings: none

Summary: It’s Carlos’ birthday and Y/n and the twins surprise him.

Monza. The racetrack that always echoed with the history of Formula 1 and the passion of the tifosi. But that weekend, the Italian circuit, usually a stage for intense emotions for any driver, felt like nothing more than a lonely place for Carlos. What should have been a moment of celebration and joy was being marked by a silent emptiness.

The twins had fallen ill the previous week, nothing serious, but enough to prevent the trip. We had talked about the importance of their health and agreed that it was best for them to stay home and recover, as they were too young to be exposed while they were still fragile. Carlos, as always, was understanding, as we had always agreed that the twins were our priority, no matter what. But I knew he was feeling our absence. I could hear it in his voice every time we spoke on the phone. He tried to hide it, but after so many years together, I could pick up on the small nuances in his tone.

This morning, Carlos called me from the hotel in Monza, and I could hear people singing happy birthday in the background.

The sound of his voice was a little more cheerful today, but you could tell by his face that he wasn’t as excited as he usually would be. He talked about the preparations for the Grand Prix, about the atmosphere in the paddock, but what he really wanted to know was about us. He asked how the kids were, if they were feeling better, and how I was handling everything on my own. I reassured him that we were fine and that Sophia and Sammy were doing much better than a few days ago, but I didn’t mention the plans in progress. I didn’t want to spoil the surprise.

At that exact moment, I was packing the twins’ bags for a train trip from Monaco to Monza. We opted to take the train to avoid any additional stress for the children, as they were still recovering. I knew the journey would be tiring for them, but I also knew how much it would mean to Carlos. And to be honest, I was just as excited to see him as he was to see us.

Sophia and Sammy were excited about the trip. Even though they were so young, they understood that it was a special day and that they were going to surprise their dad. I packed some of their favorite toys, along with snacks and the outfits they loved. It was a warm and sunny morning in Monaco, and I knew the weather would be similar in Monza. The train ride would be long, but I was prepared. When you’re the mother of twins, learning to prepare for any situation is a fundamental skill. After their birth, I learned to do things I didn’t even know I could.

The trip was smoother than I expected. Sophia fell asleep almost immediately after the train departed, and Sammy was fascinated, gazing out the window, commenting on everything he saw. He seemed to be recovering much faster than his sister, but I knew she would soon be running around, full of energy again.

Time seemed to pass slowly as I watched the Italian landscape unfold outside. I was anxious, trying to imagine Carlos' reaction when he saw us. Part of me wanted to tell him we were on our way, to relieve some of his sadness, but the idea of surprising him, of seeing that sparkle in his eyes, kept me firm in the plan.

When the train finally arrived in Monza, the warm Italian afternoon enveloped us as we stepped onto the platform. The children were a bit sleepy, but the excitement on their faces was undeniable. I had spoken to Charles through messages to help me with the passes for me and the kids to enter the paddock, and he also arranged with the hotel reception where they were staying so I could go to his room when we arrived. When we got to the hotel, I managed to enter with the children through a quieter area, as I didn’t want any photos to leak, and I didn’t want to overwhelm the kids with the large crowd.

"Y/n, darling." I heard his mother’s voice, and when I turned around, I saw her and his father.

“Grandma!” the kids shouted and ran over to them.

“I thought you weren’t coming,” she said when I approached.

“At first, I wasn’t. The kids were sick, but they got much better, and I decided to surprise him.”

“I’m sure he’ll love it,” she said.

“Did you get a room?” his father asked.

“Actually, Charles helped me, and I got the key to his room.” They nodded.

“Well, we’re heading to the paddock now, so we’ll give you some time to settle in.”

“Of course, see you in a bit.”

They left, and I took the kids to the room, left the bags in a corner, and we still had three hours before the race, so I put the kids to bed for a nap. After they fell asleep, I took a shower and changed clothes. Since I couldn’t sit still, I started organizing some of Carlos' clothes scattered around and then packed the kids' essentials for the paddock. Soon, they woke up, so I got them ready, and as we headed to the hotel lobby, I saw his cousin there.

“Carlos, hey,” I said as he hugged me and the kids.

“I’ll take you to the paddock.”

We arrived at the racetrack, and the energy of the place was contagious. The engines roaring in the distance, the sound of fans, the familiar smells of fuel and burnt rubber. Everything was there, as always, but with a special touch that day, because I knew that soon we’d all be together again.

We headed to the paddock, and as I walked with Sammy in one arm and holding Sophia’s little hand with the other, my heart beat faster.

Finally, as we approached the Ferrari garage, I saw Carlos' team. Some of the engineers immediately recognized us and smiled warmly. Sammy was already aware of what was happening and was fidgeting in my arms, eager to get down, so I put him on the ground and walked with them, one on each side. We made our way toward the area where Carlos was likely to be, and the anticipation grew with every step. Finally, he appeared, his back to us, deep in conversation with one of the mechanics.

I took a moment to absorb the scene before calling his name. He turned around, and I saw the shock and absolute happiness cross his face. "Surprise!" I said, trying to hold back the emotion in my voice.

Carlos approached, his eyes shining with surprise and relief, and before he could say anything, Sophia and Sammy let go of my hands and ran toward their dad, shouting, "Daddy!" He scooped her up, spinning her in the air as his smile grew even wider. Sammy nestled into Carlos' other arm shortly after. I couldn’t help but approach too, hugging him, feeling the warmth and familiarity of his touch.

“You came!” he said, still in shock, his voice slightly choked with emotion.

“Of course we did,” I replied. “I couldn’t let you spend your birthday without your babies.”

Carlos set the kids down and pulled me into a tight embrace, one of those hugs that communicated more than any words could.

I felt his lips touch the top of my head as he murmured, “This is the best gift ever.”

“I’m glad you’re happy.” He smiled.

“So, how did you manage to come here alone with the two troublemakers?” He said, watching the kids playing with the mechanics.

“After giving birth to twins and spending so much time alone with them, you learn a lot of tricks.” He laughed. “I’m serious, there’s nothing I can’t handle.”

“I believe you, dealing with those two is no easy task.” He said, hugging me. “Did you bring your stuff here?”

“No, Charles helped me with a few details, and one of them was your hotel room. We left our things there.” He nodded.

“Daddy,” the kids came to our feet.

“Mommy said it’s your birthday,” Sammy said.

“It is.”

“Happy birthday then,” he said simply, stretching his arms for a hug, and we all laughed.

We spent the rest of the day together, divided between the frenetic atmosphere of the paddock and quieter moments in a reserved room where we could just be ourselves. The kids, now full of energy, ran and played while Carlos and I exchanged knowing glances, content just to be together. He made sure to show Sophia and Sammy the car, something that always fascinated them. The sparkle in their eyes was a reflection of the pride and love they felt for their father.

Later, Carlos had to return to his team duties, but now he was different. The sadness I had heard in the morning had disappeared, replaced by a quiet joy. He was whole again, with his family by his side, ready to face the rest of the weekend with renewed energy.

At the end of the day, we returned to the hotel where the team was staying. I put the kids to bed and joined Carlos on the room's balcony, where he was admiring the night view of Monza. When I approached, he wrapped his arms around me, and we stayed silent for a moment, just enjoying the tranquility and each other’s presence.

“Thank you for this,” he finally said. “You made this the best birthday I’ve ever had.”

“You deserve it,” I replied, smiling. “Happy birthday, my love.”

And with those words, we ended a day that had begun with longing and uncertainty but concluded with the certainty that as long as we were together, everything would always be in the right place.

Bonus scene!

Y/nSainz instagram post

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@Y/nSainz Today is the day of the best husband and Papa in the world. I couldn't ask for anyone better to spend the rest of my life with.

Since I met you, my life has changed completely. I remember the day we went out for the first time and the first time you told me you loved me. If I close my eyes, I can remember it as if it were yesterday. But the best memory of all was when I told you I was pregnant. I really didn't expect you to be so happy and so scared at the same time, but I wouldn't change a thing.

Happy birthday, my love. You definitely make my life the happiest ever. I love you.

Sammy and Sophia are lucky to have you as their papa.

@carlossainz I love you so much hermosa, you are the best thing that has ever happened to me and I’m so grateful that you gave me Sophia Sammy, being their papa is the best gift you could have ever given me. And thank you once again for coming by train from Monaco all the way here just so I could spend my birthday with you and the kids.

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@charlesleclerc happy birthday mate, so happy to have you as my teammate

@user28 let’s be thankful that we have Y/n to bless us with these photos. Happy birthday Carlos

@scuderiaferrari let’s all wish the happiest birthdays to our Smooth Operator 🌶️

[wexarethewalkingxdead]

Sophia felt dizzy. The smoke from the prison burning and running through the woods had all caught up with her as she hit her knees. Her lungs felt tight as she struggled for breath for a moment until she managed to calm herself down enough to take the offered bottle of water. Bailey, she repeated a few times in her head. She knew a Bailey in school, and this wasn't the same Bailey that she knew. She took a shakey breath before she unscrewed the cap and took a measured sip.

It felt good to her parched throat, but at the same time it made her sick to her stomach. Her lips quivered as she fought the sudden wave of nausea that hit her. She wiped her mouth with her free hand and looked up at the girl. She shifted off her knees so that she was seated on her butt on the ground. She took another sip after keeping the first one down.

"So-Sophia," she offered raspily as she took a longer drink and managed to drink half the bottle. She then screwed the cap back on and brought her knees up to her chest as she rested her head against them. "And you haven't seen anyone but me?" She wanted to cry, but she didn't have any energy left. "I got turned around out here and don't know which way I'm supposed to go. We…we're supposed to meet at the old rundown church near the highway if something happened to the prison."

"But I don't…" The tears started to slip down her cheeks then, making streaks on her dirty face. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't be… Thank you for the water."

@wexarethewalkingxdead

She’s just a kid, Bailey. Younger than you. Could that really mean she isn’t a threat? At all? The conflict between the two is what kept the pistol in her hand, gripped just a little bit too tight, albeit down at her side. Just in case, right? Just in case. She had to protect herself and stay alive, no matter what, because as bad things are now, she did not want to die. The kid’s alone now, but what about in five minutes? An hour?

Likewise. Some mad man calling himself the Governor? It’s the first she has heard of that, and by the sound of it, she should consider herself lucky. Her lips press together and her head tipped up just slightly as her eyes looked over the young girl again and again, as if she didn’t trust the answer. People lie about being bit.

But aside from the filth, she seemed to be alright. And then the bites on her wrist and neck were pointed out, and suddenly her whole body had gone tense, a pinch of anger hit her expression; ❝ Nothing! It’s nothing, I’m fine — ❞ Bailey cuts herself off when the child fell to her knees, and she doesn’t bother to continue.

Instead, she finally holsters the pistol and removes her backpack to rummage through it to pull out out a bottle of water. It was full. She had another that she was still working on. ❝ I have another one, ❞ She says as she came close enough to offer it. ❝ You can have it… Uhh, my name is Bailey, by the way. ❞