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ghoulfuckersincorporated · 9 months ago

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Had a terribly great thought! The Ghoul and reader traveling together. She's a brat but loyal as a dog to that man. They get into a pretty bad fight and she storms off and he's too proud to follow after her, struggling with coming to terms that he's actually soft for her even though he's mean as hell. She finds him some days later, with her tail tucked between her legs. He's not surprised, comparing her to a female dog often. 👀 still, he's going to make sure she's sorry. Lots of groveling on her part, maybe some face slapping, boot licking, he gets off, she doesn't. Ends with her in his lap. Hair petting and praise for coming back to who she belongs to.

As A Dog

Pairing: Cooper Howard/The Ghoul x Female Reader

Word Count: 7,085

Warnings: smut (18+), DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT, Jealous!Cooper, canon-typical violence, intimacy issues, angst, insecurity, slightly fucked conceptions of love and loyalty, pet play-ish activity, hard drug use, forced intoxication, shotgunning, slapping, boot licking, oral sex (male receiving), face fucking, rough sex, riding, cannibalistic thoughts, orgasm denial (female), breeding kink, creampie.

Notes: I had several pieces in line in front of this one and then this prompt reached through my screen, sunk its teeth into my brain, and shook me until this came out. It really is a terribly great thought. Tagging heavy, since the themes/Cooper's mentality may be triggering for some. It is what it says on the can, folks.

I dunno what unholy demon you've unleashed on me here, Anon. But bless you for it. Another Coop POV because I have a problem. Thanks for the patience on this one; I've been doing some admin stuff the last few days, including setting up an AO3 that you can find here, where I'll be uploading all the long-form stuff. Enjoy!

Cooper's trigger finger was itchier today than it had been for a long time.

He was fully aware that he'd never be able to stop every man left in the world from talking to his little vaultie companion, but boy, he sure would love to try. On an average day, he struggled to hold his tongue as she drove away her own sun-baked suitors, standing silently aside until called up to defend her, no matter how badly he wanted to reduce whomever was bothering her to nothing.

Today was a worse-than-average day, and the girl wasn't helping anything, herself.

"Are you gonna be ready to go any time soon, princess?" he asked her acerbically as she passed by him for the millionth time, tossing his current cigarette down to the ground.

He'd intended to stop at this shitty little settlement, little more than a dingy bighorner ranch at first glance, for a few minutes at most, just long enough to unload some things and check to see if they had any vials on hand. Here it was, nearly four hours of glad-handing and chit-chatting and unnecessary gun repairs later, and he was still leaning against the same crumbing wall, still angrily smoking. She was pushing it.

"Oh, be patient." she shot back, rolling her eyes as she turned to saunter back to the little ramshackle counter. "I'm waiting for my gun back and I was having a nice chat with the mechanic. Try to be pleasant for five minutes, would you?"

She was so full of shit, he thought as he snuffed the still-glowing smoke butt out beneath the toe of his boot with just a little more force than necessary. Typically, she shied away from male attention at her most demure, refusing to acknowledge most advances, playing innocent, playing dumb. The big doe eyes and soft voice didn't hurt on that front, but usually didn't deter the more steadfast predators.

He preferred the days where she had a little extra spitfire, when she told them clearly and loudly to fuck off, no doubt emboldened by having the rather intimidating ghoul hanging over her shoulder, silently encouraging her as she did it. In the past, she had proven that she wasn't above evoking his capacity for violence as a threat when the desert trash was persistent, and it gave him a thrill he couldn't identify, one that ruminated deep in his gut.

That same gut feeling was burning him now, eating a hole in his patience as he watched her listening attentively to the third scrawny young man who'd approached her as she waited around the repair hutch to yap her ear off. She nodded and smiled politely, even laughed from time to time (the sound of which made him want to shoot he kid between the eyes just for that), but kept a respectful distance. Clearly, she'd finally learned that the sort of over-friendliness that she'd been raised with in the vaults could be read differently up here. The young buck, however, continued to try and dance into her space as he spoke animatedly, and, eventually, she reached out and quickly touched his chest.

The old cowboy was stomping across the sand to her before he was even aware he was moving.

His logical brain could see very clearly what had happened: the boy had advanced into her space for the half-dozenth time and she'd put her palm out to gently rebuke him, distracting him from the rejection with a laugh at whatever he'd said. But that part of his brain was rather quiet after a long afternoon of watching her rather blatantly flirt with the asshole she was having repair her plasma pistol (something that she would typically have him do, since it wouldn't cost her anything, and he almost certainly could do with equal or superior adequacy), and letting every other little piss-ant farmhand in the next mile radius chat her up.

"We're hitting the road in five. Get your shit and let's go." he hissed to her, ignoring the little scowl she shot him as he interrupted her newest conversation with the willowy, greasy mechanic, who was sliding her her pistol back across the knotted wood of the semi-exposed countertop. Flashing him that brilliant smile, the one that he wanted to be only for him, she checked the thing over before tucking it back into the holster she kept on her hip, pushing a stash of caps in a metal tin back his way. The old cowboy watched with inflamed indignation as the fucker opened the box, dug out a massive handful, and tucked them back into her hands, letting his own linger across her skin as he placed them back into her palms.

Frankly, he was impressed he was able to let her drop the things back into her bag before he grabbed her by the arm, none too gently, and wordlessly began to yank her back down the road, back in the direction they'd originally been heading in. He could've shoved the damn things in himself and just dragged her along; it wasn't like he was unfamiliar with where she put them. The long, sleepless nights could be boring, and early on, he'd been curious enough about her to nose through her things once or thrice. That, like this, had been quite illuminating.

"Oh, you're being such a prick today!" she yelled, yanking at his grip in an attempt to free herself. He humored her, dropping her arm and turning to face her, unpleasantly surprised as the last farmhand she'd been chatting with, the one she'd touched, came running up.

"Hey, leave her alone!" he yelled. Or, he would have, if he'd had a chance to finish.

The sound of Cooper's rifle butt cracking into the kid's face was incredibly satisfying, collapsing him into a limp, useless pile on the ground, deep crimson pooling around where he lie face-down in the dirt. The girl didn't scream, probably surprised that he hadn't outright shot him, but her hands did fly to her mouth in a quick moment of silent shock before she kneeled to quickly check his pulse, rolling his ugly mug to face the sun. Blood poured from his obviously broken nose, leaving the old ghoul wiping at his face to cover the smirk it sent twitching across his lips.

"What did you do that for?!" she demanded, frustration clear in her voice.

"Oh, my apologies, sweetheart. Your little boyfriend there was trying to join a party he wasn't invited to." he replied, though she was clearly ignoring him in favor of turning the boy onto his side and examining him.

His little companion let out a huff, casting a look between the body on the ground and the little cluster of buildings they'd just left. After a moment, she grabbed him by the fabric of his shirt the best she could and began to drag him back towards where he'd come from. The ghoul watched her pull him about five feet, red and huffing by the time she made it there, rolling his eyes deeply.

"Leave him. He'll be fine."

"He won't be if no one comes over to collect him soon, and you know it." she snarled, and her tone sent him seething, snatching the kid up over his shoulder like a sack of spuds and stomping ahead of her, depositing him unceremoniously against the ranch's handmade sign before yanking her along with him once again.

"Y'know, if you'd have just gotten in and out like I told you, that wouldn't have happened." he said eventually, dropping her arm once more.

"Oh, fuck you!" she hissed. "I was trying to see if I could talk him down on the price. And sometimes people know useful things, you know!" she yelled, exasperation clear in her tone as she threw her arms up in the air.

She pretended to be ignorant, but clearly knew what he was upset about before he specified. Interesting.

"Oh, I'm sure. Y'know, I'd wondered how long it was gonna take you to start sellin' that little ass of yours. Figured it would be for something nicer than a pistol repair or some bad intel, at least." he sneered. He could feel himself slipping further from rationality.

"What are you talking about? It wasn't even like that!" she insisted, an edge of something more worrisome creeping into her voice.

"Quit playin' dumb, doll. You make it seem too easy." he said, watching her entire face light up bright red in frustration. She was tersely quiet for a minute, the gears in her head clearly turning hard and fast as she worked to contain herself and formulate a response at the same time.

"I'm sick of you getting pissed off and treating me like I'm the stupidest person you've ever met." she spat, eventually, madder than he'd ever seen her. "I'm sorry that I haven't spent enough bitter fucking years walking around the desert and killing things and being an asshole to know everything like you do, Coop. I'm sorry I still have human emotions and desires. My sincerest fucking apologies."

That was it: the argument had officially become about...something else.

Honestly, he'd assumed that she was going to leave him a few days back, when they'd stayed in a rare hotel room waiting for a bad dust storm to settle, the little thing getting just a tad too tipsy on some whiskey he'd given her before trying to kiss him. He'd rebuffed her, though not as gently as he wished he had, and, feeling bold, she'd pushed back with surprising fervor, basically demanding to know why he wouldn't kiss her more, why he wouldn't sleep with her.

True, he felt closer to her than he'd felt to anyone or anything in a long while, and he thought she was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen, but, as embarrassing as it was, the idea of being expected to perform sexually so suddenly made him feel a seizing sense of panic that he wasn't sure he'd ever felt before.

What he'd wanted to say was "I care about you so much, but I'm not sure I'm ready to take that step." Instead, what had come out was "Why are you buggin' me about this? I said no. Fuck off." followed by him storming out to spend several hours smoking in the decrepit, junk-walled-in parking lot.

When he'd returned, she'd been asleep, her poor face tear-swollen and red. He'd waited for her to rouse and hash it out with him, but she'd slept through the night, and, the next morning, didn't bring it up or seem amenable to discussing it. She hadn't seemed angry, necessarily, perhaps a little sad, but in the few days that had passed since, she had definitely been colder, poutier than usual.

It seemed, to him, that she was punishing him now for not doing what she'd wanted, and it was pissing him off.

It didn't matter that he hadn't fucked her yet, that he didn't feel ready to expose the most vulnerable parts of him, inside and out, so openly. She was his; she belonged to him and she knew it as much as he did. The fact that she was even still traveling with him after all this time, after what happened at the hotel that night, was proof. She proved it every single time she came back from one of her little stomp-offs every time he ticked her off, lacking the wherewithal to ever even move fully out of sight before slinking down to pout awhile, inevitably peeking out from whatever she was hiding behind to see if he was still there. Despite her lack of proper training, she was a loyal little bitch.

The fact that she suddenly didn't want to act accordingly sat entirely wrong in his mind, wriggled under his skin like when his stash ran low.

"All's I'm saying, princess," he growled, throwing out the nickname he knew she loathed once more, "is that you're too fucking friendly for your own good, and you shouldn't be shocked when it gets people hurt."

"Why would you give a shit who I'm friendly to, anyway?" she spat, suddenly pushing her way right into his bubble and sending him baring his teeth.

"I wouldn't. Didn't I made that clear enough the other night?"

He knew that this particular barb would hurt her, but he genuinely didn't expect what she did next.

"Alright, then." she said; her voice was trembling noticeably, as was her lower lip. With that, she snatched her backpack up from the ground, jammed her arms into the straps, turned, and began to walk back towards the way they'd come from. He watched her silently, waiting for her to duck back into the ranch, but she didn't; instead, she kept walking, as long as he could watch her, until she disappeared over the hill that fed into the horizon.

The old man watched her go, dumbfounded as she actually continued to walk instead of stopping as she always did. For a while, he hung around, waiting for her to come huffing back, but she still hadn't by the time the sun had fully sunk out of the sky. Eventually, he resumed moving himself, stopping after about a mile in their original planned direction, settling down for a grating night of looking out over the road at every little noise.

She'd never even looked back. He couldn't shake that thought from his mind as he sat there resting overnight. It was basically the only thought he had for hours, plaguing him as he puffed his inhaler and watched the world around him brighten with the rising sun.

When the next day started in full, he'd resolved to hit the road, to resume his travels as he would be resuming his existence before the girl had come along. Compared to how long he'd been exploring the desert solo, she'd been but a brief blip in his life, and there was no reason to fret so much over where she'd gone or what could happen to her without him around.

For some reason, he only covered about half the ground he would typically cover on a day like this, and he found himself beyond unreasonably frustrated...with himself. Nothing about the conditions was slowing him down; he didn't run into more trouble than usual, and he was fine on supplies, vials, but for some reason he found himself hypervigilant, looking for any excuse to move up high and scan the road with his binoculars.

By the time it was too dark to safely continue, he was seething once again, but at his weakness, at his cowardice. After he chose a tucked away little corner to settle down in for a few hours, he quite literally couldn't dig into his stash fast enough, doing line after line, hit after hit of whatever he had on him, until the horrible pain he felt behind his breastbone melted away into a familiar, soothing numbness.

But his numb mind liked to wander, and soon he found himself thinking about the softness of her voice, her skin, her lips against his that night...

And, quickly, he was back to pain and anger, but an irrational anger fueled by a far-more than reasonable dose of basically every kind of stimulant known to Wasteland man. This pain, too, was chased away with more and more chems, until he was so fucked up that he could barely keep his eyes focused and open.

She truly did plague him now, just as she had all the months she'd traveled with him. She plagued his thoughts at all points in the day, plagued his worries about the future, and even as he attempted to snort and huff himself free of the thought of her, she plagued him, dancing up along beside him in a quiet, stalking creep, watching him daintily from the end of the rotted log he sagged himself on, his back wedged against the large rock cluster behind him. At some point, he'd tugged his gloves off and shucked them somewhere nearby, leaving him feeling quite naked as his hands fretted with themselves absentmindedly. Against his will, he thought about running them through her hair like he'd wanted to for so long, and the unpleasant flip his stomach did made him sigh.

"I'm sorry." came a voice on the breeze, so much like hers. The visions of her were persistent, annoyingly so, the one staring hauntingly at him from the side really starting to unsettle him. He was no stranger to visual and auditory hallucinations when he was this far gone, but she was so solid-looking out of the corner of his eye, watching him so close. Judging him and what a fuck-up he was.

He squeezed his eyes shut hard, willing her away, willing himself to go back a few days and redo this entire thing differently.

"Aren't you...gonna say anything?" came the soft, timid voice once more, this time from beside him. Firmer, realer.

He narrowed his eyes in her ghostly direction, focusing as best as he could on her blurry, swimming visage.

"Huh. Didn't know that was really you."

When had she arrived, exactly? Fuck, he was dangerously gone if she'd been able to sneak up on him like that.

She frowned at that, leaning close and sizing him up with worrying eyes. Gingerly, she placed her palm on the back of his bare hand.

"Jeez, Cooper. How fucked up are you?" she asked, her tone sincere, almost apologetic.

Her glaring worry burned into him as judgment, harsh and stinging, and he struck out in response, yanking his hand away.

"Mind your fuckin' business." he slurred, forcing himself to sit up straight enough to point his full anger in her direction, growing with each passing moment. "Think you're better'n me? Hmm?"

He'd fully expected this to ignite another yelling match between the two of them, but she didn't scream back; instead, she quietly dropped her head, avoiding his eyes as she gazed around where he'd chosen to bed down. Truly, he was quite impressed she'd managed to find him at all, let alone in the dark. Turns out he was rubbing off on her even more than he'd thought. The idea left him bitter.

A big part of the anger he felt, the ugliest, most violent part, was the Jet; he knew this. The stuff had gotten him into more than his share of scuffles through the years, making him even meaner than usual, his sharp tongue exact and piercing. However, beneath the amphetamine fog, there was a nugget of true bitterness, an open wound of insecurity that pained him into lashing out when she tried to come close. He'd lashed out in such a way that night at the hotel, despite how hard he'd tried to hold back his sour words.

There was a fear there that he'd felt before, but never so strongly as when he'd watched her disappear over that hill. If she'd tried to leave over that relatively small argument, when would she try to leave again? He wasn't a pleasant man to be around, even when he actually tried to be, a lot of the time. Hell, he wasn't even pleasant to look at; if he'd been a giant prick in his old life, at the very least, he had been handsome.

Increasingly, since she'd come into his life, he tried to reach deep, deep into himself and pull out whatever remained of the old him, the one who was kind and hopeful and actually knew how to talk to women, but the process was infinitely more difficult and painful than he'd imagined.

She clearly wanted and needed intimacy from him, on more than one front, and the pressure of feeling like he couldn't give her what she needed was increasingly getting to him in a way that embarrassed him more than he could possibly say (not that he'd ever say it out loud). Centuries of time had passed, and yet, here he was, still dealing with the same anxieties and feelings of inadequacy that he had before, just dressed up in a new, uglier face.

When would he finally succeed in pushing her away, in frightening her away from him 'for her own good'? The walls around him had never failed him before, for better or worse.

Things were quiet between them as she fidgeted in her spot, the tension of an inescapable conversation in the air, but the desert's constant score, the hiss of sand across corroded asphalt, the soft rattle of the wind in the rocky hills, played on. His muddled ears played tricks on him, making him hear murmurs and distant gunshots and the crack of his rifle butt into that farmhand's face, but he tuned them out, focusing on her steadying, but increasingly heavy breathing, his eyes unable to leave her mouth..

He let himself drink in the fact that she really was there, sat on her knees in the dirt before him and already begging him for his forgiveness, for his acceptance; corporeal, flesh and blood and her sweet smell and that wet, warm place between her legs. Only in his drug-induced private fantasies had he felt it, but he knew he wanted to bury himself there, as deep as possible, and never let her pull away.

"I really am sorry, Coop." she whispered, those big, round eyes brimming with big, wet tears. It wasn't difficult to see her sincerity, even as he struggled to focus. But that hot coal of bitter anger still smoldered in his gut; not replaced by the lust he felt, but fed by it.

Slowly, his own movements labored under the weight of too many substances, he reached out and ran the thumb of his sullied glove along her smooth, smooth cheek. Smearing the trail of wetness there until he was tracing the outline of those pouty lips, he pushed it into her mouth.

"Prove it."

She let out a pitiful little retch, though whether it was from the taste of the incredibly filthy material, or because he was shoving her tongue back in her throat and gagging her with it, he didn't know. What he did know was that the sound made his cock twitch, which was already more blatant sexual desire than he'd felt in ages.

"How?" she asked, wiping at her mouth with the back of her hand as he pulled his own away. The wetness that trailed from his thumb, from her lips, made him feel feverish, and he quickly knotted his hand into the thick, soft hair at the back of her head, yanking her so close that their noses would've been touching, had he still had one. When her wide eyes met his, not so much as a sound escaping her lips at the sensation in her scalp, he finally gave in and harshly mashed his mouth to hers, swallowing the sigh that escaped her as he did.

Cooper was unsure how long they kissed, how long he plundered her swollen, eager mouth with his tongue before she stumbled onto her knees, pulling back slightly to pull air into her lungs. As she hovered there, eyes closed as she attempted to gather herself, he dug deep into the pocket of his duster and withdrew a Jet container, giving it a shake to prime it as she righted her breathing. Once she was steady once more, he cupped the back of her head again, bringing her to him and lifting it to her mouth. There was hesitation in her eyes, then disgust as the chem filled her lungs. It touched him with a twinge of amusement, knowing how badly the stuff tasted, watching her retch harder than before. He let her cough for a few seconds, allowing her a few half-cocked breaths of air before shoving the thing back between her lips and holding it down even longer.

By the time she managed to stop sputtering and drooling, he'd had a hit of his inhaler and started stroking his increasingly hard cock through his pants, watching her closely as she raised her now bleary, glassy eyes towards him. He waited for her to mouth off, to complain, to remark on anything that had happened, but instead, she sat there, unmoving, waiting for his instructions. She was the picture of obedience, but nevertheless, he could still see that glint of outrage behind her gaze, waiting to argue with him the moment she sensed an opportunity.

It pissed him off more than he thought possible, and, before he could even think to stop himself, he lashed out and slapped her across the face, the blow landing squarely in the center of her cheek and making her head turn away from him slightly. Surprising him again, she didn't make a sound, but she also didn't correct her head to look back at him.

Pulling a long drag off of the Jet inhaler himself, he held it deep in his lungs as he grabbed her by her long hair to kiss her again, exhaling the stuff right down into her lungs. She kissed him back until she choked on the sensation, leaning away to spew and cough more.

"Wanna prove you're sorry?" he hissed, his brain buzzing with the fresh hit as she leaned against his knee. "Clean my boots, vaultie. Show a little humility for once in your life."

His words were mean, meaner than he should be right now, but she didn't seem to register their full weight as she struggled to focus her eyes on the boots in question. When she lifted those dark, glassy pools back to his, he could see she knew what he meant, a heavy blush staining her cheeks and neck. Of course she knew what he meant; she was a smart girl, and her brain worked so much like his, even if she wouldn't freely admit it.

She looked up at him so dreamily through those thick lashes, though whether it was real affection in her eyes or simply the haze from all the Jet he'd forced down into her lungs, he couldn't tell.

In truth, his boots weren't as filthy as they could've been, as he'd cleaned the farmhand's blood off of them the night she'd taken off to get rid of the smell. But it wasn't about cleanliness; no, she'd humiliated him, her and her spoiled, entitled vault-dweller attitude, when she ran off, and he wanted to see her humiliate herself a little in kind.

The woman kneeling before him didn't hesitate as much as he'd thought she would, the red outline of his palm and fingers seeming to glow on her cheek in the dying firelight as she cast a vaguely-seeing glance around her, measuring her space before pulling herself into a sort of downward dog position, her round ass in the air as her marred cheek rested softly on the sandy ground. There was a moment of quiet tension as she seemed to study it, planning her approach before rather timidly leaning forward and running her tongue along the side, swiping a clean stripe across the tarnished black material from ball to toe. She gagged at first, likely from the dryness of the dust, but, again, she didn't complain.

He didn't have to tell her to clean the other boot; she did it with no prompting as soon as the first was finished, gagging less as she ran her pretty pink tongue all along the sullied, scuffed leather, and he couldn't believe how much it turned him on while equally failing to quell his indignation, his disappointment. Before she'd really finished her work, he yanked her up by her hair again; this time, she let out a slight yelp of surprise as he dropped her onto her ass, gesturing to her shabby, scavenged armor with one hand as the other began to wrestle his ammo belt, then his actual belt, open.

"Take that shit off."

Again, she did as he asked with only a moment's pause, placing all the little pieces of boiled leather and metal off to the side, her eyes flitting to him for a heartbeat before she proceeded with the rest of her clothes, quickly exposing herself completely. He could see her well in the moonlight, but not as well as he'd have liked, leaving her standing there, vulnerable and shivering ever-so-slightly as he took a good, long look at her. He was painfully hard at this point, desperate to have at least some minor relief from the confines of his trousers, but he was also uncharacteristically nervous at the idea of exposing himself to her this way. Beckoning her forward, he used her distraction as she kneeled once more to pull his cock free, grateful for the darkness and her weaker eyes.

"Suck me." he growled.

While he wasn't exactly pleased at how entirely fucked up he'd been going into this, he was sort of grateful that he couldn't feel almost anything with any vivid detail across the expanse of his body; the visual of her wrapping her dainty little fingers around him and obediently leaning down to take him into her mouth alone would have been enough to finish him if he'd have been able to feel her properly.

The way she went about it also seemed to indicate she wasn't entirely experienced, simply sliding her mouth down over his cock and setting to finding a pace that she could handle, as everything was surely spinning for her. For a while, he let her do so, fingers knotting into her hair again, before his patience wore thin and he began to push her head downwards, the sound of her gagging once more sending a thrill up his spine. Even with the numbness from the most recent hit seeping through him, he wasn't able to keep it up long before he yanked her back, taking in the drool hanging down from her swollen lips.

Cooper gave his spit-slicked cock a few firm tugs, hissing from between his worn teeth at her as he sat back, making room for her on his lap.

"Now get up here and show me you know who you belong to."

She didn't even look towards her bag, towards the condoms he knew she kept tucked deep inside her little toiletry pocket, as she quickly and sloppily pulled herself up into his lap. A part of him knew that he'd have stopped her if she did try to put one on him.

He tried so hard to not think of Barb as the pretty young thing on top of him began to sink down and envelop his cock in her heat, tried so hard to not feel guilty for giving himself to another, and he failed miserably. She felt heavenly, tighter and warmer and sweeter than he could've ever imagined, and he hated himself for how much he loved it, for how alive it made him feel when for so long he'd simply been existing. The choked noise that left his dry throat as the aching head of him fully breached her wasn't a sob, but he wouldn't have known what to call it.

It must've seemed to her, he thought, that he was forcing her to do all the work out of anger, wanting her to fully prove that she wanted him, that she was his; this was true, but he was also terrified, deep down, of how he would react if he allowed himself to freely touch her the way he wanted. He feared he would literally rip her limb from limb in his intoxicated state, sink his teeth into her pillowy flesh until it bled, tear a chunk off of her and swallow it so that she could be part of him forever.

He couldn't tell if the way she huffed and whimpered her way down his length was because she was high and hypersensitive or because she'd never been with a man this way before. That thought was quickly and harshly banished from his brain, however, his hands finding the plush fat of her hips, fingertips digging hard into the soft, supple flesh.

"Good pup." he breathed out when he eventually felt her ass rest on his thighs, fully sheathing him inside her.

The whimper she let out in response, her tight little clasp quivering around him as she clumsily reached out and braced her hands on his shoulders, made him throb hard, leaving him at least slightly grateful for his intoxication once again. If his numbed brain and body had been able to feel her fully, he knew he would've absolutely shot his load already.

Cooper struggled to stay still as she moved experimentally on top of him, lifting and lowering and grinding herself a few different ways before she found a rhythm that made him let out a throaty moan, the ghost of a smile flashing across her sleepy face as she rode away at him for a while.

What he really wanted, deep beneath all the unwanted feelings and unanswered questions about things he didn't want to think about right now, was to knock her up. For so long now he'd thought of her as his, and now that he'd claimed her, he wanted nothing more than to see her round and full to the brim of him. He wanted her to need him, to be completely dependent on him to provide for her and keep her safe.

He wanted her too vulnerable to get away from him.

On top of him, her movements were rapidly losing all coordination as her glossy, heavy eyelids drifted shut, her head nodding violently as she struggled to maintain her pace. He'd given her too much for someone who didn't use regularly, someone her size, and she was crashing out, falling asleep against her will right there. Poor thing.

He slapped her again, the sound ringing out across the vast, empty desert, watching closely as she startled back into a fully upright posture, her hips stilling for a moment before slowly beginning to churn again, her gaze unfocused.

"Mmm." she murmured groggily, leaning forward and placing her forehead against his shoulder, her arms winding around his neck as she tried her best to keep in some sort of motion.

This gesture, the way she cuddled up to him and sought comfort, support from him, even after the way he'd treated her, the fact that he'd literally just slapped her awake, was the only thing she'd done thus far that truly quelled the ugly, raging anger inside him.

"Thought this stuff was s'posed to wake you up." she sighed into the crook of his neck. She was entering the peak of her high, her body pitifully liquid against his chest as she clearly struggled to stay upright.

Personally, Cooper was reaching the un-fun part of his comedown, where everything started to feel grating and the mind began to uncloud, providing an increasingly painful level of clarity, but the senses remained muddled in a way that provided more discomfort than relief.

"Usually does. You had too much, baby." he responded, the mild chastisement in his tone doing a poor job of hiding the guilt behind it. His naked hands stroked reverently at her back, at the long, wind-swept hair that flowed down it, mindful to hold her so that she wouldn't lilt too far to one side as he attempted to soothe her.

Familiar with the unpleasant swimming sensation too much Jet could give you, he let her relax fully against him, the small sigh she let out one of gratitude as her whole body sagged even further. But she didn't stop grinding against him, probably out of some sort of pleasure for herself, he figured as he could feel her greedy insides tugging around him. He hid his grin again, this time in the crook of her neck as his hands found her hips once more, easily lifting her a few inches before dropping her down again, bouncing her on his cock as she rested.

Things went on like that for a spell, him bobbing and rocking her naked, lax body on top of his as she curled up on his shoulder, cooing and nodding off from time to time. As his high wore off, the sensitivity in his body was returning, and it made her feel more and more overwhelming as he continued to fuck her, her hot, wet little cunt leaking all over him as he continued to use her body to get himself off.

She seemed to be more conscious now than before, though barely, jostled awake by the increasing force of his thrusts up into her, bare breasts heaving with the movement. For a brief moment, he allowed himself to trace his lips down her chest, sealing them around her puffy, erect nipple and swiping his tongue along her slightly salty flesh. In response, her arms tightened around his neck, holding him on her breast as she clenched around him hard.

"Cooper." she whimpered, and that single little sound pushed him right into what felt like the most powerful orgasm he'd ever had, his fingers digging into her hips far too hard as he dropped her full weight onto him, grinding her down onto his cock and yanking her against him. His head dropped back, dead weight as he let out a feral snarl, tapering off into a throaty moan.

As he throbbed his gift up inside her, she squirmed at the feeling, tucking her bright red face into the side of his neck in what read as slight embarrassment, giving little huffs and whimpers as he continued to fill her. Another, smaller wave of guilt nagged at him as she clung to him, as he held her as close as he possibly could, struggling to regain control of his breathing; even if she'd had sex before, she'd never done this.

He held her as long as she could tolerate, her grip around him loosening slowly as she moved closer to real sleep. His girl was exhausted through and through, lightly snoozing against his chest.

For a few minutes, he let her rest uninterrupted, scanning her over to assess how badly he'd fucked up. She seemed fairly intact, though certainly more bruised than before. Eventually, he went digging into her bag, knowing (hoping) that she would have Radaway somewhere, and letting out a small sigh of relief when he found some jammed into the bottom.

Only one dose; he would have to find her more, and soon. This would be enough to see her through the next day, though, and he was pleasantly surprised to note that she wasn't showing even minor signs of radiation sickness as he found a vein in her arm, starting up the intravenous line to administer the thick, yellowed solution. Surprisingly, she didn't rouse fully when he slid the included needle into place, but she did begin to stir and groan mildly as the stuff began to effuse. Dimly, he remembered being given it when he'd been in the service, and how shitty it could make you feel.

Softly, he stroked her cheek with the backs of his bare knuckles before setting to jabbing her with a Stimpak from his bag around where she'd stuck some staples in her belly, making a note to ask her what had given her the several inches-long laceration he saw there.

He hesitated, though, when he moved to give her a dose of Med-X he'd dug out from the depths of his saddlebag. Most of the Wasteland's mind-rotting and pain-soothing substances were on the table for him, and in great amounts, but he hated the way the opiate made him sluggish and sleepy, reducing his accuracy in a fight significantly. The pain relief it provided wasn't worth it if he ended up dead anyway.

Smoothskins loved it, though, so he usually kept a few syringes on him for bartering purposes. Never did he think he'd be happy to give so much of his stash away for free.

He knew she must be hurting, or, she would be when she woke up, whenever that was. But he was hesitant to give her anything else, both for fear of how she would react, and, somewhat selfishly, because he knew a proper dose would make her sleep even longer, and he was desperate to actually get to speak with her again.

If she asked for the stuff, he'd give it to her. But...tomorrow. After they'd gotten a chance to discuss everything that had happened with cooler, more sober heads. After he was sure she wouldn't wake up in the morning and hate him for what he'd done to her.

His fingers played softly in her mussed hair as the indigo cover of night faded into the periwinkle of twilight, washing her nearly grey in his arms. She slept hard awhile, undisturbed until the awkward angle of her neck made him gently resettle her into a more comfortable-seeming position, letting her slip down until she was curled up in a ball on her side in his lap, her head supported in the crook of his elbow. Lying this way, he'd have to hold her up while she slept, but he found himself strangely excited at the prospect.

"M'sorry I ran away." she murmured suddenly after a long period of silence, readjusting herself in his lap to curl closer.

"I know, kid. I forgive you." he replied after a moment of hesitation, the words soft and strange as they formed on his lips. He petted her hair as gently as he could manage. "Did a good job findin' your way back to me, pup. Proud of you."

"Mmm. Please don't be mad at me." she echoed his own thoughts softly, so slurred as she finally began into unconsciousness that it was barely intelligible, her face buried in his side.

"I'm not." he said, fully, completely honest for once in his long life. He let his eyelids rest, his hand on his gun, ready to stop anyone who would try to ruin this quiet moment under the fading stars. "I promise. Now, get some sleep, pup. I know you came a long way today."

She sighed at that, as if to say "You have no idea." before flopping loosely into his arms, and was snoring lightly within a minute. He allowed himself a small smile at this, at how earnest and adorable she was.

"Good girl." he murmured.

#cooper howard #the ghoul #cooper howard smut #cooper howard x reader #cooper howard x you #fallout tv show #fallout prime #ghoulcy #vaultghoul #submission

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dwobbitfromtheshire · 1 year ago

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Eddie the Green Eyed Munson

Okay, so Steve wasn't who he thought he was. Eddie wasn't afraid to admit he was wrong, and boy, Eddie was glad he was wrong. He was definitely going to have to rewrite the Munson Doctrine and not just for Steve but for Lucas, too. Just because a few jocks were jerks and psychopaths doesn't mean they all were. He made sure that Lucas got the apology he deserved, realizing he should have postponed Hellfire because it was just one night. It was Steve who made him question himself, and he enjoyed that about their new friendship.

He loved learning new things about Steve. While he had friends, Eddie realized that this was what it felt like to have a best friend. He never had one before, especially one who was so different and who was also the same. Eddie felt so stupidly drawn to the guy, and he wanted nothing more for him than to find someone who made him happy. Eddie had no clue why Steve was hitting and missing with the girls now. Eddie hoped it wasn't because of the scars. If it was, then they were stupid because the scars just made Steve hotter. Wait, what? Eddie made his way through the door of Family Video. He was going to find out why.

"Good afternoon, Birdie! Good afternoon, Stevie!" Eddie said cheerfully. "How are you this fine evening?"

"We're dying of boredom, Munson," Robin said. "It's too bad that no one interesting has walked in."

"Buckley, I'm going to ignore you now and focus all of my energy on Stevie here. Stevie, how are you?" Eddie asked, leaning against the counter.

"Better now that you're here," Steve said, smiling at him as he also leaned against the counter.

"Really?" Eddie asked.

"Every day with you is a really good day, Eds," Steve said.

"You say sweet things like that to all your friends, big boy?" Eddie asked, unsure of why his stomach felt all fluttery.

"Only the special ones," Steve said, giving him a crooked smile.

The bell above the door rang, signaling another customer. It was a young, pretty blonde, who was definitely Steve’s type. Eddie rolled out of the way when she approached the counter and pretended like he was looking for a movie as he watched the scene unfold. Yeah, she was definitely here for Steve. She leaned against the counter, leaning heavily against her arms so that way she was pushing her breasts up. He rolled his eyes. Eddie already hated her, especially the way she was touching him now. That was quick. Did she even fucking ask? Putting her hand on his arm like? Really? Eddie scoffed. Who does this bitch think she is? Woah. Munson. He didn't even know her. Why was he feeling so aggressive? Eddie was surprised when she suddenly looked disappointed. Was Steve rejecting her? She stormed out the door. Yeah, Steve rejected her.

"Good call," Eddie said, approaching the counter. "She didn't seem like your type, man."

"Yeah, I prefer brunettes," Steve replied.

"Plus, she seemed a little desperate. Like, ooh, look at me. . .I have tits. . .I must touch you!" Eddie growled.

"Sound less jealous, Eddie," Steve said in amusement.

"I'm not - ," Eddie said, and then he thought about it. "Oh shit! I am jealous! I don't want you to flirt with her! I want you to flirt with me!"

"I have been flirting with you, Eds," Steve said, blushing.

"You have?! Why didn't you tell me you were flirting with me?!" Eddie exclaimed.

"I thought you knew!" Steve shrieked. "You were flirting back!"

"I was?!" Eddie yelped. "Oh, fuck! I was flirting with you! Why didn't you tell me that I was flirting with you?"

"Again! I thought that you knew!" Steve yelled at him.

Robin calmly pushed Steve into the break room, whistling as she did so before doing the same with Eddie.

"Break time!" Robin exclaimed and left the room.

"I fucking like you!" Eddie exclaimed.

"I fucking like you too!" Steve yelled back, struggling not to laugh.

"Are you going fucking kiss me or am I going to have to do it myself?!" Eddie asked.

Steve closed the gap and kissed him harshly, pushing him back up against the wall. Eddie grabbed his hips and pulled him flush against him as he slipped his tongue into Steve’s mouth. The kiss was cut short as Eddie pulled away, rubbing his thumb over Steve’s bottom lip.

"Turns out I'm a very jealous man," Eddie said. "If another girl puts her paws on you, I'll - I'll - well, I will think of something when I can actually think."

"Eds, you can't even kill a spider," Steve laughed.

"I'm very scary," Eddie pouted.

"Very," Steve laughed before kissing him again.

Steve had always been the one to surprise him, but this time, Eddie surprised himself. How did he not know?

#stranger things #eddie munson #stranger things s4 #joseph quinn #eddie stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson lives #steddie #steve x eddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #steddie ficlet #steddie fanfiction #rueleigh writes

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definitionsfading · 4 months ago

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we finally got power back around 3pm today (Tuesday) after losing it in totality this past Wednesday night (October 9th) when Hurricane Milton hit Florida, so I finally feel like I can start to return to normalcy in life again, thank god

there's so much to kinda like, Process, and I sound like a nutjob because it obviously wasn't even *that* bad compared to what the people in asheville are still going through. actually weathering the storm is only like 20% of the trauma though, it's the aftermath that really strung me out lol

my personal home didn't get damaged or flooded, thank god, but many of the homes around me took tree fall damage and some of my local haunts and roadways are still partially underwater. shit was no fucking joke! cleanup is going to take months, if not years. it's the nature of taking a hit from a storm of this magnitude but it never feels easy when it happens. the loss of electricity, flushing your toilet with a bucket of water from the bathtub, sleeping in total dark and silence other than a candle flickering, walking around a pitch black house with a flashlight, eating meals out of cans, feeling exposed to the world around you. it's kinda primal in a way?

for me the main issue was the fact that we live in hot-ass Florida, and with the power knocked out my mother insisted on us sleeping with the house WIDE the fuck open at night for air circulation. windows, sliding glass doors, everything. our fenced in back yard did take some wind damage, so part of the fence blew over flat and anybody passing on the roadway beyond the water behind us could shine their headlights directly onto our house. it was just incredibly eerie feeling so exposed like that, especially knowing that criminals take advantage of the power outages because they know they won't be caught on camera. I would keep waking up in the night at the slightest sounds. anybody who wanted to walk into our house fully could have done it. I'm just glad we weren't singled out as a target for theft.

there was also a big issue with the cats being outdoors in the storm aftermath. I was supremely stressed out with the fence being down, because any wild animal, dog, or person could waltz into our back yard and hurt the cats. there was one night where I got up to pee around 1:00 in the morning and I heard a cat screaming outside, and I literally flew out the back door in my goddamn Birkenstocks, ran through the hole in our fence, and bolted AROUND the water behind the fence without falling or tripping to try and find the cat that I thought for sure was being eaten by something. it turned out it was two stray cats fighting near the fence line of the adjoining subdivision lmfao 🙃 and my cats were all safe at my house and patio area. but I didn't know that! you're living in a pitch black world, there are no street lights, no house lights, nothing. no stars because of the cloud cover. it was just me, adrenaline, and a fucking flashlight.

anyway, it's mostly over for me now, and I know I'm lucky we weren't caught up in the freshwater flooding. I just had to vent a little bit and stress how paranoid and anxious a weather event like this can make people. I know many of you have likely never been through a major hurricane in the same way I have never been through something like a blizzard or a tornado, but for empathy's sake. here is my casual testimony lol. fuck global warming dude

#hurricane milton #god I didn't even write anything about the traffic after the storm and how people were aimlessly driving around in the dark #there was NO GAS for days...the hurricane hit Wednesday night and gas didn't arrive at the ports til like Saturday night #my mom actually got rear ended because there were no traffic lights and sombody just. bumped into her. and fled the scene lmfao!!!!#wild west shit out there dude #like yeah our neighbors let us bum an extension cord to power our fridge so all our food didn't go bad but the rest of it....nah #big nah

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stars-n-spice · 11 months ago

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Thoughts on S3 Ep09!

Went to Universal last week on Wednesday so I missed watching it this week, couldn't watch it until today and oh my god,,,

Ignorance really is bliss <3

It's slowly getting harder and harder to bring myself to watch the new episodes ahaha

Anyways, spoilers and my incoherent screaming under the cut!!!

So I was like a puddle on the floor the entire episode

Ventress spoke and I melted,,

I love her so much I'm so glad she's back and I hope she comes back PRETTY PLEASE

SO M COUNT WAS MIDICHLORIANS!!! I mean,, that much was obvious but we're one step closer to having answers!

Wrecker and Crosshair helping out the Pabu civilians :(

Also noticed how fucking,, big Wrecker looks compared to Crosshair,, aahhhhhaaaaa big,, big man, big guy,,

Crosshair being like, "We aren't going to hand her over" AAAAA he really is worse than Hunter,, fucking love him

Ventress just,, being able to find them so easily and get onto Pabu without anyone noticing makes me,, so nervous,, oh my god

WRECKER FOLDING HIS ARMS ACROSS HIS CHEST AFTER SEEING HUNTER AND CROSSHAIR HOLDING THE SAME POSE?!?!

WRECKER STEPPING UP AND PUTTING HIS HANDS ON OMEGA'S SHOULDERS WHEN VENTRESS MENTIONS FORCE WEILDING?!?

Wrecker just,, fucking doing ANYTHING?? I love him

Ventress is actually really tall-

tall,, tall woman

AND HER GAY ASS HAIRCUT OH MY GOD

"Clearly none of you are normal" LMAOOO

I was like,, "hey why don't they recognize her?? they were fighting in the same war???" and then Crosshair was like "I went through Tech's files" or whatever and :(((

Tech mention :((( I miss him more and more everyday

CAN WE TALK ABOUT THAT FIGHT SCENE?!?!?!

HOLY SHIT!!!!!

want that fight scene injected into my blood

SHE SLAPPED WRECKER?!?!

she kicked their asses oh my god

fuck I loved that

Meanwhile Omega's on a scavenger hunt

I felt like I was watching Karate Kid

Omega not knowing who/what she is :(( and wanting to figure it out and have answers :( MAN.

WRECKER CHEERING ON OMEGA WHILE SHE WAS TRAINING!! it was so sweet but also hilarious because it made me think of how Chopper and Zeb would MAKE FUN of Ezra while he was training (I love my space families)

Omega trying to convince them to trust Asajj,, fucking,, "I never gave up on you, didn't I?" SHUT THE FUCK UP :(((((

With every episode I love Crosshair more and more and it's fucking DAMNING as all hell because I will not be able to handle anything remotely bad happening to him at this point

fuckin,, something,,, about,,, Hunter,, on his back,,, legs spread with the,, lightsaber in his face,,, fuck,, fuck fuck

I'M TELLING YOU MAN I WAS A PUDDLE ON THE FLOOR THE ENTIRE EPISODE

WE MAYBE DIDN'T GET WET HAIR HUNTER BUT WE GOT WET HAIR ASAJJ AND I THINK THAT'S OBJECTIVELY BETTER!!!

Omega is just collecting like,, mentors/parents like Ezra,, I fucking love it,, she comes across adults who are like,, "fuck it. I'm adopting this kid" and Hunter's like "NO!"

Omega is just a teenager I love her so much - "Ventress is bad." - "Okay, but-"

WHY IS THERE ALWAYS A BIG MONSTER?!?!?!

RAAAAAAAH SO SHE IS FORCE SENSITIVE?!

look,, I feel like,, that training wasn't nearly enough to determine the right levels and honestly I'm still confused

ASAJJ YOU BETTER COME BACK

I was like begging for her to stay because I know shit is going to go down on Pabu and they could use her help :(

but also I'm selfish and want to see her more

"But I've got a few lives left" - RAAAAAAAHHH

Also Crosshair helping Omega and Asajj up onto the Maurader :((

I love Crosshair :((

The last two episodes have been relatively,,, calm? Like the calm before the storm and that makes me fucking TERRIFIED for this week's episode oh my god

#asajj ventress my queen #mwah mwah #COME BACK ALREADY I MISS YOU #sigh #SIGGHHH #anyways #tbb #tbb s3 #tbb spoilers #tbb s3 spoilers #tbb hunter #tbb wrecker #tbb crosshair #tbb omega #asajj ventress

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magixfairyix · 4 months ago

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Trust and Hope

An Iarcy (Darcy x Iorda, OC) one-shot that's way past the events of Snow, Shadow, and Storm. Not the same timeline or universe as A Heart of Two.

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The night of Karaoke in Magix City continued to go on, and soon everyone walked out of the building. Darcy stayed behind for a short moment, glancing up at the sky before Riven walked up to her.

"So, you like Iorda?" Riven questioned, his tone holding no judgment.

"Wait, what?" Darcy paused, eyes widening before they chuckled slightly. "What... what made you think that?"

"Well, you were blushing earlier. And you chose a song for Iorda that was practically a love song," Riven said, slightly teasingly before his expression became more concerned. "Does... she know?"

Darcy sighed, rubbing their temples. "No, she does not. And I don't want her to. You heard about the recent breakup she had, right?"

"With Ame? Yeah."

"She's been through a lot, and I'm not the..." Darcy paused, shrugging. "The best person for her to be in a relationship with."

"Bullshit," Riven said plainly, and Darcy raised a brow. "She clearly likes you. And hasn't everyone been calling you two partners jokingly for like, four months?"

"Stormy said the same thing, but nothing can be said to change my mind. I don't want to hurt her" Darcy said as she and Riven started to walk far behind the rest of the group.

Riven scoffed slightly under his breath, smirking. "You should be more worried about yourself considering she almost broke someone's hand."

Darcy chuckled under their breath. "Yeah..."

Then Flora, Stella, Brandon, and Iorda walked over to where Darcy and Riven were. The duo walked away from the wall and joined the rest of the group. Flora, Stella, Brandon, and Riven started walking back towards the bus to Alfea, though Iorda and Darcy walked further behind the group.

"You doing okay?" Iorda asked reassuringly.

"Yeah," Darcy answered calmly. "Just tired..." They pause, remembering the fact that both of them could feel each other's emotions. "And stressed."

Iorda paused as the two of them kept walking, glancing at her side. "Do you want to talk about it?"

Darcy's heart warmed at how well Iorda knew them, but they buried it. They breathed in slowly, composing themselves. "Today was just... one of those days where I feel... like a bad person. It's nothing new."

Iorda's eyes widened—she knew Darcy had a problem with that, and anytime that happened Iorda was fully to give all the reassurance possible—as she met Darcy's gaze. "Darcy, you are a good person."

Darcy stayed silent, clearly disagreeing.

"You are one of the people I trust the most," Iorda said calmly. "I'm always going to be there for you, because over the years... You've been there for me. No matter what I'm going to be right next to you, and I swear on Omega that I'll always trust you and value our... friendship."

Thankfully Darcy didn't seem to have noticed the pause during the word 'friendship,' and they couldn't hide the small smile that appeared. "Isn't it immoral of a Guardian to swear on the planet they're supposed to protect?"

Iorda shrugged, chuckling under her breath. "No longer a legal Guardian, but that doesn't mean the Council can't stop me if I decide to go down there once in a while."

Darcy smirked teasingly. "So rebellious."

Iorda smirked back. "Says you, dep'la."

Darcy had to bury their panic at the comment—a week ago the Squad had a movie night and Iorda was dared to say that, and apparently now decided to say that again—and wished they had a pillow to hit Iorda with. Iorda on the other hand was regretting saying it and was trying to bury her gay brain.

"Glad I'm corrupting you so well," Darcy teased and decided to retaliate because them and Iorda banter on the daily. This wasn't any different, right? "Sweetheart."

Iorda coughed on air because one thing she hadn't learned from Darcy was how to have an excellent poker face. She wasn't expecting that comment, and holy shit her brain wasn't functioning she was too gay for this. If she had a pillow she would scream in it.

"Shut up," Iorda said, laughing under her breath and trying to calm herself down. Darcy cackled, throwing thier head back, and Iorda looked back at the group awhile in front of her. "MUSA I'M GETTING VERBALLY ATTACKED!"

Barely Iorda could see Musa look back at them. "GOOD! YOU PROBABLY ENJOY IT!"

Darcy laughed even more, and Iorda tried her stop herself from doing so as well. "I mean, you did start it."

"I know I know," Iorda said, calming down and smiling. "So, are you feeling a bit better?"

Darcy smiled to themselves, looking up at the dark sky and wondering why fate was so cruel to make her have feelings for the one person she'd never trust herself to be with. "Yeah, I am."

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#winx club #trix winx #winx darcy #winx club fanfiction #Life's too short #Give into the gay daemons and write things

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professorspork · 2 years ago

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Any chance you'd actually want to do a breakdown of the writing and literary techniques you used in Newsbees? Any excerpt of your choice honestly, I'm always curious about how other writers think about their own work

A) I just want to say that what truly delights me is that this hit my inbox last night, a full 12 hours before the epilogue was posted (and contained within it a request for asks just like this). Way to read my mind! It made me happy!

B) Oh gosh this is so broad WHAT SHOULD I TALK ABOUT

okay after much dithering, using an online dice-rolling tool to pick a chapter to talk about and then being like 'this tool didn't pick the right chapter' I am going to talk about chapter 12, aka the romance novel bed-sharing one right before everything goes to shit.

Before we begin, you'll note that I still insist on calling a wolf at your door chapter 12 even though on AO3 it's chapter 13. I get why for coding reasons AO3 probably can't support calling a prologue "chapter zero" because something like 0/21+ is not a helpful chapter count in the same way 1/23 is but still the discrepancy chafes and I'm glad people have mostly indulged me on this point.

ANYWAY

Firstly, I'll point out that the chapter bears all of the usual hallmarks of what I know defines my prose and which I lean into with some degree of purpose. To pick a portion from the section on Blake's panic attack as an example:

She sinks shakily to the tile and curls into a ball to cry. After hours of gripping onto what remained of her sense with white-knuckled desperation, forcing herself to at least dissociate long enough to find a place to get out of the storm, she can’t fight it any more. Every single emotion she’s been barely keeping at bay—the powerlessness, the fear, the self-hatred, the sorrow—crashes through her all at once, bulldozing the fragile internal structures she’d relied upon to stay upright until there’s nothing inside her but splinters and wreckage.

It’s over. It’s over.

Gods, why won’t she fucking stop crying?

She bites down on her fist—anything to quiet the violent, hiccuping sobs that are wracking her lungs and depriving her of much-needed air—but it’s no use. You’ll wake everyone up, shut up, shut up, you stupid, sloppy bitch shut up.

Inane. Infantile.

Pathetic.

She has no idea how long she stays there, blubbering on the shower floor like a toddler. Time stretches like taffy, malleable and meaningless. She weeps until she’s empty; until even the derogatory, incisive shame is gone and only her hollow husk is left. And then…

…ever so slowly…

…cognizance creeps back in.

Apparently, she’s shivering.

The air in Yang’s apartment, which had felt near-stifling upon Blake’s arrival, is now crisp and biting against her clammy skin.

Gee, can you tell I like alliteration? In just this singular 226-word excerpt, there are eight uses of it (sinks/shakily; stupid/sloppy; inane/infantile; time/taffy; malleable/meaningless; hollow/husk; cognizance/creeps; crisp/clammy)-- and that number goes up, even, if you count incidental usage like 'with white-knuckled' or 'been barely.'

As I've matured as a writer I've shied away from prose that's florid just for prettiness' sake, but I do still indulge in this sort of... lyrical, tone-poem narration, especially in moments of great introspection or emotional import, as Blake's breakdown certainly is. All my writing-- not just dialogue-- is something I both hear and listen for, and the cadence and rhythm of the sentences is something I will tweak over and over and over again throughout the editing process until I'm satisfied with its flows and eddies. This is why I'll often use entirely unnecessary em-dashes to indicate breaths and pauses; to me, that sort of mouthfeel of the phrasing is just as important as the vocabulary is. Alliteration is a great way to get at that sort of smooth, elevated and heightened affect without being too conspicuous; my hope is that no one actually noticed "jesus christ there are eight alliterative pairs in this one half-page's worth of writing" until I pointed it out. It's... a flavor, a seasoning, that provides a bit of lift.

This excerpt also provides a few examples of another favorite thing of mine, which is pairing TWO adjectives for specificity's sake (and that sort of breathing meter). Blake's sobs could have been violent or hiccuping instead of both, but using both gives their brutality and physical embodiment emphasis; time being both malleable and meaningless shows two different facets of the sort of warping she's experiencing; her shame being both derogatory and incisive gets at how it hits both emotionally/verbally and internally/physically. (That's twice there I've said how I want the words to feel physical, to put you in Blake's shoes, and that's also very much a hallmark of my writing and this work specifically. There's a reason Blake throws up or nearly throws up so many times in this story, including in this chapter. I wanted her anxiety to feel LIVED IN, this toxic thing that her body literally has to reject and expel any way it can.)

The last thing this excerpt has that I want to remark upon is an incredibly considered simile-- how Blake's panic attack "crashes through her all at once, bulldozing the fragile internal structures she’d relied upon to stay upright until there’s nothing inside her but splinters and wreckage." I think it's always a worthwhile project to come up with metaphors that haven't been used a thousand times, because readers deserve novelty and forethought, but I really considered how I wanted to portray her feelings here. In other chapters, I compare Blake's panic/trauma to a treacherous ocean filled with dangerous creatures, or to a runaway train; Yang, of course, gets her big moment where she feels like a volcano. All of these things are scary and unpleasant, but they are so in radically different ways. Whereas the ocean metaphor is sort of all about depth and playing the long game, getting dragged under and the process of erosion, I wanted this one to be sudden and impactful. The first thing I came up with was a tornado, but that a) felt a little tired to me and b) still came from the natural world, which didn't feel quite right. The sort of manmade, architectural language I ended up going with reinforced far better the point I was making: that Blake built and constructed her sense of calm purposefully, and it was now being torn down by someone else's violent efforts.

PHEW okay I think that's enough talking about that one small section.

Overall, the chapter also contains a lot of the sorts of tricks and modes I relied on throughout the fic-- playing around with time, explicitly referencing callbacks to earlier in the story, the Adam that lives in Blake's head. This chapter is also, of course, the debut of The Font, which was really fun for me. Blake falling asleep instantly in Yang's bed after two dozen chapters of how bad her insomnia is was a payoff that had been in the outline from the earliest stages. The Hug is both important in its own right but also a reference to yet another musical, Waitress ("I hope someday, somebody wants to hold you for twenty minutes straight..."). Seeing as this is a Newsies adaptation, I wanted it to feel in many ways LIKE A MUSICAL-- to have those big, bold feelings-- but the one thing Newsies isn't is a romance, and I found myself thinking often of love songs from other shows to sort of fill in those gaps. That could honestly be its own post so I won't get into it more now, lol.

OKAY MY GOODNESS THIS IS GETTING LONG I'M GONNA CUT IT OFF THERE. But I hope that was interesting for folks, and if so PLEASE ASK ME MORE QUESTIONS I LOVE QUESTIONS.

#newsbees au #fic what i wrote #rwby

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godraet · 1 year ago

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i want to talk about the BOAR and how the LoZ team didn't actually just pull shit out of their asses with this one. for starters, i give you this:

"a symbol of the god of victory [...] of strength, courage, bravery, and victorious force" .... ok

so, you may ask "my guy, whats bahram" well :)

Verethragna or Bahram (Avestan: 𐬬𐬆𐬭𐬆𐬚𐬭𐬀𐬖𐬥𐬀‎ vərəθraγna) is an Indo-Iranian deity.[3][4]

The neuter noun verethragna is related to Avestan verethra, 'obstacle' and verethragnan, 'victorious'.[5] Representing this concept is the divinity Verethragna, who is the hypostasis of "victory", and "as a giver of victory Verethragna plainly enjoyed the greatest popularity of old."[6] In Zoroastrian Middle Persian, Verethragna became 𐭥𐭫𐭧𐭫𐭠𐭭 Warahrām, from which Vahram, Vehram, Bahram, Behram and other variants derive.

you also may be asking "why do we care about some indo-iranian deity" and i mean if it hasn't been made rather clear, this blog is full of that mythology (and i wrote a post about demise as a hades-angra mainy blend, and angra mainyu is the evil god of zoroastrianism)! so i PROMISE this is ... relevant.

Yasht 14, the hymn of praise to Verethragna, "though ill-preserved, contains what seem very archaic elements".[6] There, Verethragna is described as "the most highly armed" (Yasht 14.1), the "best equipped with might" (14.13), with "effervescent glory" (14.3), has "conquering superiority" (14.64), and is in constant battle with men and daemons (14.4, 14.62).

so what we have is a god of victory and strength- and notably, this god can also take the form of a boar! guess who else takes the form of a boar? that's right, it's ganon. but there's more than just a deity of victory who can turn into a boar that i want to mention here.

The word has a cognate in Vedic Sanskrit. The Vedic god Indra may correspond to the Verethragna of the Zoroastrian Avesta; In Vedic Sanskrit vr̥tragʰná- is predominantly an epithet of Indra, which corresponds to the noun verethragna- of Avestan.

"who is indra" OH well i'm glad you asked!

Indra (/ˈɪndrə/; Sanskrit: इन्द्र) is the king of the gods,[4]devas (god-like deities) and Svarga (heaven) in Hinduism. He is associated with the sky, lightning, weather, thunder, storms, rains, river flows, and war [...]

Indra is the most referred deity in the Rigveda.[11] He is celebrated for his powers based on his status as a god of order,[4] and as the one who killed the great evil (a malevolent type of asura) named Vritra, who obstructed human prosperity and happiness. Indra destroys Vritra and his "deceiving forces", and thereby brings rains and sunshine as the saviour of mankind

this may seem peculiar, because ganon is noted to be a destroyer of worlds, which would make this parallel rather moot, but i promise there's a reason i have mentioned this, too.

by principle of reincarnation, each of ganondorf's lives is still unique. while some things are the same, due to his basis as demise, as is natural of any living being, the circumstances of that being's existence also shape who they become. demise may have been a mess, and ganon is a calamity, but this doesn't necessarily speak for every incarnation of GANONDORF prior to the manifestation of ganon.

if i had brainpower, i would go through some specific details on ganondorf's past lives and how the things they have in common are "grow in to the name 'ganondorf dragmire', are a reincarnation of demise, want hyrule and more power, and have the potential to become ganon" but aside from that, they are all separate people. not all have been born male, not all have identified as male! they have different bonds outside of the other wielders of the triforce, they just carry memories from past lives which makes things dicey- but it's unfair to say they're all just repetitions of the SAME ENTITY without change. that's a disservice to the very nature of living in the first place.

so, we move to ganondorf as he is (or was, before being sealed for 10,000 years)- the one seen in the memories. an ambitious warrior born with the divine right of kings as per prophecy, he is charismatic, intelligent, and worthy to be called a hero of his people. when he finally agrees to a meeting with rauru, he is 35 and has reigned officially as padishah, shahenshah, bānbishnān bānbishn, since he was 18. he was born in a time where tensions between the gerudo and the kingdom of hyrule were ... bad. the wars existed before his current birth, so he grew up fast. it's what feeds into his grief and pain and anger- in essence, he had to be a child at war. that sort of thing certainly shapes someone!

this time, he is also sun and lion, not only the powerful boar, which adds another facet! since his maiden battle, he has been trying to defend his people while also furthering his own goals. he lives in a magnificent kingdom that still flourishes, he doesn't have that stressor that other ganondorf incarnations may have, where the gerudo are struggling to make their way compared to the other kingdoms. so basically, yes, to his people they would see him bahram, or maybe as a figure like indra. with memories of his past lives, he is also proud of the life he lives this time- which is also what leads him to overconfidence. because this time, he has many things going for him, which then feeds even more into the whole ... destroy everything when things still go to shit,

anyway what im saying is the LoZ didn't actually miss the mark when they assigned ganon "boar", and actually the boar has been seen as a symbol of power in many myths and the likes, thanks for coming to my tedtalk

#hc tag tba #long post #i think about this and i needed to get it out before i exploded #theogony‚ the legend of the forgotten god ╱ meta

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apricitywinterswrites · 12 days ago

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📑 Whumpuary 2025 Event Fics Master List

This is my 'Master List' of Whumpuary Month Event Fics that I did throughout the Month of January!

All the Prompts are listed below, along with what day there were for. With them are the titles of my fics, linking to my Tumblr posts promoting them, and every Tumblr Post has a link to the fics on Ao3!

The Whumpuary Event was run by @whumpuary here on Tumblr <3

I made a music playlist based on the song's I used for inspiration for each fic, here's the Spotify one, and the Youtube Music one. Enjoy!

Also, here's the link to the series on Ao3 for anyone who wants it!

Main Prompts List!!

Day 1: Sacrifice | Headache | "This will hurt."

There Are Days Every Now And Again, I Pretend I'm Okay Sodapop gets a migraine and, originally, tries to hide it. Fortunately, Steve knows his best friend better than his brothers do.

Day 3: Choice | Storm | Black Eye

To Rip the Nails Out of the Past The one where a particularly bad rain storm rolls over Tulsa on the same night that a particularly nasty nightmare brings Ponyboy back to the night that he nearly died. Thankfully, and unfortunately, his brothers have become quite good at helping Ponyboy through both issues.

Day 5: "Do you trust me?" | Manhandled | Chills

I'll Take Another Sunrise (Another Hand to Hold Tight) A different take on what happened at Dally's Death, and the aftermath with Ponyboy being sick.

Day 7: Unfair Fight | Insomnia | "No one is coming."

Am I Half The Man I Used to be? (I Doubt It) The one where Two-Bit gets jumped and is left in really bad shape. Luckily, Marcia happened to be looking for him and Two-Bit gets taken care of by Marcia and Randy during the aftermath.

Day 9: Trapped Under Rubble | Gunpoint | Out of Time

I Love to Watch The Castles Burn (These Golden Ashes Turn to Dirt) A different take to the Church Fire in a universe where Ponyboy and Johnny were just a tad too slow to notice the church was coming down on top of them.

Day 11: "I didn't ask for this." | Blood | Abandoned

I'm up at Night Thinkin' I Just Might Lose it All The one where Two-Bit's period starts unexpectedly on a day that he had been wanting to spend with Marcia and taking care of her, and somehow ends up being the one taken care of… by Marcia and her other boyfriend Randy.

Day 13: Close Call | Sleep | Choking

The Sun is Going Down (You'll be Alright, No One Can Hurt You Now) The one where Ponyboy wakes up from a nightmare. With Sodapop away at war, Darry is the one who is left to comfort Ponyboy back to sleep. At least they have Sodapop's most recent letter to help out.

Day 15: Handcuffed | Dead | "Please, stop."

Gather up Your Tears, Keep 'em in Your Pocket Dally has always been comforted by cold and silver metal around his wrists. Even more so after Johnny's death and Dally's failed suicide by cop. But sometimes, comfort is overrated, and other times, there are easier ways to get someone to listen to you.

Day 17: Drugged | "I'm glad you're alive." | Revenge

I Think He Did it But I Just Can't Prove it The one in which Ponyboy and Curly are jumped on their way home from school and the Curtis gang loses their shit a little bit. Tim does too. It's okay. It's deserved.

Day 19: "Let them go." | Overworked | Head Injury

With no Light of my Own (I Shine Only With The Light You Gave Me)

Day 21: Bruises | "Who are you?" | Immortality

And It's Half My Fault, But I Just Like To Play The Victim

Day 23: Backhand Slap | Alone | "I can't do this anymore."

I don't Wanna Talk About Things We've Gone Through (Though it's Hurting Me, Now it's History)

Day 25: "I'm fine." | Missing | Drowsiness

I've Got my Eye on The Door, Just Waiting For You to Walk in

Day 27: Stuck in a Loop | Twisting the Knife | Rescue

You're so Much Older And Wiser And I (I Wait by The Door Like I'm Just a Kid)

Day 29: Kidnapped | "Don't leave me" | Devotion

Anywhere, I Would've Followed You (I'm Sorry That I Couldn't Get to You)

Alt Prompts!!

Hiding

Impaled

"I'm Fine" / "Do it"

Rain

Betrayal

Hair Pulling

Darkness

Falling

(I do plan on actually finishing this prompt list, at least the actual prompts, it just won't be until maybe March? I missed a day and then I sort of gave up because it was going to turn into a catch up sorta race in my mind, and I'm writing for fun, not to stress myself out. However, I did have this set up for the most part and wanted to share with y'all)

#| Robins Master lists |#| Robins Fanfics |#The Outsiders

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casspurrjoybell-20 · 7 months ago

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FOOLS - Chapter 55 - Part 1

BOOK ONE: The 'Fools Fall in Love' Trilogy

*Warning Adult Content*

Noah Wright

I'll save you the bleak and emotional details of the funeral.

It wasn't fun, that's all you need to know.

After dreadfully watching my dad go six feet underground, Molly, his sister, had the 'brilliant idea' of having people over at my house.

So I spent the past couple days before the funeral cleaning my home and getting everything ready for people I didn't want to be near.

Nathan and Maggie had stayed to help me and Sam.

Sam didn't leave my side.

If he had, I think I would've broken more shit.

So, people 'who I didn't know' were gathered around in my living room and kitchen and from what I remember, it looks like only my dad's sister showed up, not my dad's brother.

I was with Nathan and Maggie in the kitchen when a man I didn't recognize walked up to us.

He placed his hand on my shoulder.

"I'm sorry for your loss. I worked with your father. He was always the one to get people laughing. It's a real shame he had to go in such a horrible way."

Nathan scoffed.

"Are you fucking joking? Mark was a piece of shit excuse for a father. I'm just glad he ran into a tree and not a person," he said bitterly, taking the man aback.

"Nathan," Maggie said incredulously.

"Whatever, I don't fucking care," my brother muttered then walked out.

"Sorry," Maggie apologized, giving me a sympathetic look before going after my brother.

I sighed then rubbed my eyes.

I glanced around the room and suddenly felt sick to my stomach.

Half these people barely knew my dad.

Why are they here?

It's funny how you get no fucking support in your life until you're dead.

That's the real joke.

Not wanting to see these people anymore, I went to my bedroom and sat on my bed.

I took a deep breath and for the first time that day, I cried.

I covered my face with my hands and couldn't stop the tears pouring down my face.

I cried, not just for my dad but for everything in general.

Grief was only the cherry on top of all the overwhelming emotions that was storming through me.

It was dejecting.

I was exhausted with life.

I wanted to die and be in the ground next to my dad.

I looked up from my hands when I heard two knocks on the door.

The door opened slowly until Jason, Sam, Carter, Haven, Emily and Kaitlyn appeared.

"Hey," Jason said softly.

"We were looking for you."

Emily sat down next to me and looped her arm around my left arm then held my hand.

She laid her head down on my shoulder in comfort.

Sam sat down on the other side of me and the rest gathered around me.

Haven and Carter leaning against my bed on the floor and Kaitlyn and Jason sitting behind me on my bed.

"Thanks for being here guys," I said to them.

"Of course," Kaitlyn said as she wrapped her arms around me from behind, hugging me.

The others chimed in with a 'we're here for you' or 'always'.

"Is it terrible that I feel relieved and sad at the same time? I mean, he was a shit dad. He was verbally and physically abusive to me. He's a fucking alcoholic... was. He was an alcoholic and yet, I'm crying over him being... gone."

I laughed humorlessly while tears continued to slip down my cheeks.

"How fucked up is that?"

"That's not fucked up," Carter said.

"You have a valid reason for feeling that way. I mean, he definitely never qualified for 'father of the year' but he was still your dad, Noah."

"Yeah," I agreed.

After a couple minutes of the comforting silence of my friends, I said...

"I love you all for being here but..."

"You want to be alone?" Emily questioned.

I nodded.

"I just can't stand having all of those people I don't even know, down stairs."

I felt drained but also felt like I was obliged to be downstairs with those shithole people.

Jason got up.

"We're on it. We'll get them to go," he told me, with determination.

"Thanks," I murmured as the rest stood up.

The girls hugged me along with Jason.

Carter put his hand on my shoulder in a comforting way.

The only one who stayed behind was Sam.

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agoobersretreat · 8 months ago

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47 what are 4 things you like about yourself?

"Mmmm, those are tough, but I'll see what comes to mind right now?"

"Here goes...?

1. I like how fluffy and soft my hair gets when I remember to take care of it, mostly because others love to run their fingers through it and I am so touch-starved.

2. As cliché as this sounds, I love the type of blue my eyes are. They are dynamic and change color noticeably through the seasons. I used to hate them, wondering why I couldn't have brown/gold eyes like my sister, but came to love them again as I grew up.

3. I love that my friendliness was never actually off-putting, just that it was unrefined growing up. I went 100% or not at all. I've gotten better at it and can read the room better than I used to. It also didn't help that I was bullied all my life for being so different from others, despite all my friendliness, but I'm glad to find out my fellow students were just jerks. The people who actually care about me love this about me, so I now love this about myself again too~.

4. I love... myself! I used to hate myself. Hate how I wasn't normal like everyone else, hate how I was always bullied, no matter where I went. Hate how it was because of me that made my family move after 5th grade. Hate how moving and starting over a clean slate got me still bullied, if not more. Hated myself enough to want to end it all and save my family the trouble of raising a gifted child who became a burden child.

And then something changed.

I got out of high school and the bullying stopped immediately. Everyone was too focused on college to bully me and people of all ages in all classes made it more diverse and understanding. I had professors actually willing to sit down and work with me one-on-one for the special attention I needed. I met @someheartlesslady that same year. I suddenly didn't feel like shit and had a reason to live, no longer so dreary. I could finally see the sun again, instead of the endless storms in my head.

So yeah, now I love myself, after slooooowly chipping away at years of working on myself and getting better about setting boundaries. I'm proud of myself for that and especially when I realized I didn't have to worry about this alone anymore.

There ya go, I think. Yeah. Yeeeeaaah...~."

#someheartlesslady #ask prompt #the goober gabs #new headcanon #not safe for garek

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recklesssezon · 1 year ago

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𝗦𝘄𝗲𝗲𝘁 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗣𝘀𝘆𝗰𝗵𝗼 𝗶𝗶

𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀 one three

𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 | leah williamson x león reader

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 | leah wasn't as loyal to you as she is to her country and you remind her not to mess with a león

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 | toxic relationship. r is heartbroken but won't admit it. she's crazy too. emotional whiplash i think. cheating. slow burn btw.

𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲 | didn't think this would get any attention but i'm glad everyone liked it so here's part two. oh, and when r goes to visit friends, they're speaking in Spanish just an fyi.

Just as expected, Leah didn't come home. But, she did have some decency to let you know that she was going to spend the night at 'Caitlin's'. It was whatever though, what could you do while she was out fucking some whore? Confront her? Yell at her? Too simple, you needed some dramatic flare to be somewhat mental when shit goes down.

In the mean time, you skipped the first stage of grief and went head on into anger. Spending the rest of the night plotting, looking hot, drinking wine, you know the usual stuff. Emma had given the team a couple of days off to rest after a successful match against Tottenham. So, here you were, a mimosa in hand as England's cloudy day represented the internal storm brewing inside you.

It was a little bit past noon when Leah came back. You hung out in the lounge with Barca's recent match playing lowly in the background. Smirking when Alexia kicked the ball right past Celta Vigo's goalkeeper and into the net, sipping on your mimosa as she celebrated her goal.

You finished off your drink in one go as you heard the front door shut, preparing yourself to see what absolute mess Leah has become after a night out in someone else's sheets. Lo and behold, the cheater has finally arrive, fourteen hours since her departure and she shall gracefully stumbled into your peripheral vision.

You hummed, amused at Leah's untidy appearance. Her hair could be compared to a lion's mane, bed hair you knew all too well. She didn't notice you right away, but when she did, Leah quickly ran her fingers through her hair. Best trying to comb down the tangled strands. "Oof, you look like you've been hit by car."

Leah squeezed her eyes shut, as the pounding in her head got aggressively worse. "Feels like it too." You turned back to the game, having had enough at the sight of Leah and her obvious post-sex appearance "How's the team?" You were very close to the Arsenal girl, sharing a flat with Leah allowed you to build a closer bond with the red team. But, it wasn't often that you got to see them since Chelsea's training had picked up drastically.

Leah stared at you in confusion, a slight panic twinkled in shined in her eyes. "What?" Feigning the same emotion, you furrowed your brows adding pout for extra points, "The team? You went over to Caitlin's for team bonding remember, did you hit your head or something?" You eyed Leah's clothes, her shirt wrinkled and pants lack the belt she had clearly hooked on last night.

It was one of the many things you paid close attention to, specially since it was a belt you bought, a very expensive designer one at that. You gave Leah a second to gather her lies, allowing her to process and remember what bullshit she spewed before she left. The blonde captain huffed a laugh, "Uh, yeah, no. They're well. You know the usual."

"Right."

You stayed quiet, getting quite bored with the conversation. Leah wasn't giving the reaction you wanted, you wanted her to panic to stammer over her words as she tries to come up with a lie right off the bat. But, Leah had experience, answering random thrown questions, prepared and ready at all times due to the amount of media training she's given.

Leah frowned at your sudden silence, taking in your weird demeanor. She sat on the coffee table across from you, placing a hand on your bare knee. You fought the urge to visibly cringe at the thoughts of where her hand has been, who it had been in. "Love, are you okay? You seem off."

You took a good look at your cheating girlfriend, her's lips were slightly swollen, there was a light smudge of pink resting on her neck but it was barely visible. The ache in your heart hurt too much to describe.

Forcing a smile, you placed your hand on top of her's, almost vomiting when she interlaced them. "Yeah, just woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning." Leah gave a teasing smile, bringing up your hand to her lips. "Was it because I wasn't there to make sure you stayed on your side of the bed, were you lonely my love?"

You chuckled, slipping your hand out of her's before using your two fingers to push her head back. "Don't be silly. I had an entire bottle of wine to keep me company." Leah laughed, you drinking wine wasn't irregular. Tending to nursing on wine bottles like a toddler. "Well. I'm glad it kept you warm for the night. But, I'm here so my replacements can go."

Tilting your head to the side, you weren't too sure about that. People change, wine didn't. It's your escape route from the world, something you could turn too when you wanted to feel something other than raw emotions coursing through your veins. "Actually, hold that thought. Are you busy tonight? I want to take you out for dinner to make up for lost time."

In times where Leah knew she's in the wrong especially with you, she tend to try and make up for it. Serenading you with expensive jewelry, taking you out to your favorite restaurants, anything you wanted she'll buy.

You feigned a sorry expression, giving an apologizing smile to the blonde. "Can't tonight. I'm going to Manchester to see Leila and Laia, we scheduled this amazing spa day and it took months to book." Leah was visibly taken back, unaware that you made plans without regarding her.

Usually, when you had things to do outside of work, Leah would be the first to know. Giving her the chance to plan ahead of her day without you. But, nonetheless, Leah smiled. Thinking of what to do for the day while you're gone, "Oh, that's fine. We can always go another day." You nod your head, moving your head around Leah to watch the remaining minutes of the game.

Leah furrowed her eyebrows, finding it strange that you weren't showering her in apology kisses or just kisses in general. You were so easily to brush her off, that it made her stomach churned. And Leah was sure that it wasn't because of the champagne she drank last night.

She thought it would be best to leave you be than to disturb your alone time, leaning forward to kiss you but your held up hand was quick to stop her. "Ah ah ah, no kissing. You smell horrid. Having you been rolling around with pigs? My goodness." You pinched your nose at the awful smell, pushing her away.

It was a subtle jab, not one Leah would catch, though your words did concern the blonde. She pulled her shirt to take a sniff, pulling away confused when she didn't smell anything. "I don't smell anything." You gave her a 'really?' look, this prompted her to second guess herself.

"Babe, you smell like you bathe in your own shit. Please go shower."

You shooed her off, leaving her to clean herself up before she got anywhere near you. Leah reluctantly head towards the shower, looking over her shoulder to make sure you were being serious. But, you paid her no mind, keening in on the tv when it focused on Ona's abs as she lifted her shirt to wipe away her sweat.

If it wasn't obvious, you didn't have a spa appointment with Leila and Laia, it was more comedic considering you haven't spoken to them since last week. So, imagine Laia's suprise when you popped up unannounced in Manchester at her doorstep with an expensive bottle of wine and sunglasses on the top of your head. "Yn? What are you doing here?"

You pushed past the dirty blonde, strutting into the flat as if it was your own. Waving to Leila as you passed by, briefly going into the kitchen to get wine glasses. Laia followed behind, sharing a look with Leila when she could no longer see you. Out of the two, Laia knew you best, being your longest confident, she immediately knew when something was wrong.

You walked back into the room, carrying two glasses. You dropped onto the loveseat, popping the cork before pouring. Laia crossed her arms, observing your nonchalant behavior. "Yn-" You held up a finger, setting the bottle down, offering the filled cup for her to take.

Laia eyed you, but didn't reject the drink.

You gestured for Leila to grabbed the other one while you picked up the giant bottle and took a swing. You nod your head in content, the smooth liquid hitting with familiarity in your throat.

"Okay, I'm ready." You leaned into the seat, moaning as your muscles relaxed.

Leila stared at you, clearly checking you out when she thought you weren't looking. You wore a white two piece set, your skirt stopped mid-thigh and your sleeved top revealed a good portion of your stomach. You smirked at Laia when your eyes met, side eyeing Leila so Laia's would follow.

Laia scoffed, smacking the back of her teammate's head. "Stop staring, it's creepy." Leila huffed, flopping against the couch at the scolding. You snorted, winking at Laia when she glared at you. "And you, keep it in your pants. You have a girlfriend." The corner of your lips quickly dropped, throwing your head back to nurse on the red wine.

Leila and Laia looked at you concernedly, your relationship with Leah was the idiom of the 'perfect happy' couple. Several footballers envied with how healthy your relationship with Leah was. Thus, it made the two Spaniards question what went south. For your sake, Leila redirected Laia's attention. "Shut up, Laia. I'll get what I want eventually."

Leila gave you a cheeky smile, one you were quick to return. Laia rolled her eyes as she took her seat. "Whatever, just so you know. She's a crazy one." Laia pointed at you, giving Leila a fair warning of you. You proudly smiled, most women would be angered at being labeled crazy.

But, you. You took it in stride, it made those around you aware that you weren't to be messed with. Especially, those you trusted with your heart. That warning seemed to interest Leila even more. Very few people knew the level you went to when reached a certain point and they made sure to keep their mouth shut to avoid the inevitable rage Mapi would be sent on if she found out people were talking about her little sister.

You waved Laia off, "We don't need to.go into details for now. Another story for another day." Promising Leila, as you inspected Laia's flat with great distaste. Laia stared at you, silently trying to figure out what was so bad between you and Leah, that it made you come all the way to Manchester. "Yn, what happened? Did you and Leah get into an argument?"

You swirled the bottle, listening to the liquor splash in its confinement. You stared into nothingness, gathering your thoughts on what to say and how to say it. Thinking whether to lie or just come out and say the truth. The first wasn't really a standing option, Laia knew your tales all too well. So, lying to her face would be a waste of breath.

"There was no arguing. Not yet, at least. I'm letting everything play out for now."

Laia rolled her eyes at your dramatics, Leila, on the other hand, looked highly confused. "Quit with the dramatics, bitch. Tell me what's going on before I call Mapi." If Mapi knew that you were already telling people of Leah's affair, she's, no doubt, will gather a bunch of your friends to form an 'We Hate Leah Williamson' alliance.

You could already see it, Mapi loading a bunch of the Barca players onto Alexia's private jet just to come to London to riot on Arsenal's ground. As much as you love your sister, she can get annoying with her protectiveness. But, it was good to know that you had a whole army backing you up. "Snitch. This is why we didn't work. The moment I do something you don't like, you go snitch."

Laia glared at you while Leila's jaw dropped, no one knew of your brief relationship with Laia as it was kept under wraps for Laia's sake. Mapi would kill her for dating her younger sister, having warned everyone that played on the same team as her not to date you, or even hook up with you. Which was a bumper since everyone on Mapi's team tend to be extremely attractive.

Leila looked at Laia impressed, she never expected for the blonde go against Mapi's wishes especially when the Zaragozan threatened to suffocate anyone who touched her little sister in their sleep. "Wow! So...you two dated and slept together?" You confirmed while Laia looked away, even though you two had broken up. Having someone else know about your relationship filled Laia with a bit of anxiety.

"High five!"

On instinct, Laia raised her hand to clasps against Leila's awaiting one. You watched unamused as Leila hyped Laia up about going against the older player's warnings and bagging you. "Hey! I'm not a trophy!" You snapped your fingers and Leila stopped, Laia just looked annoyed at her best friend.

"Sorry."

You rolled your eyes, you hate it when lesbians act like guys sometimes. "Whatever, it doesn't really matter. We obviously didn't work out." Your relationship with Laia didn't end on bad terms, finding each other better as friends than girlfriends. Questions lingered on Leila's tongue but the side eye Laia gave her told her not to say anything else in your presence.

"Can we get back on track here? Yn, quit deflecting and tell us what the fuck happened."

As your best friend, Laia was extremely protective of you. You had been each other's rock ever since you met, when you couldn't go to Mapi, you went to Laia. Which is what mixed confused feelings between platonic and romantic. But, despite not ending up together, Laia tried to be there for you as much as she could and you her.

Leila eyes widened, wondering if Laia was going to make it out the room alive by speaking to you in such a way. You held Laia's stare, uttering the words that you've repeated in your head. "Leah's been cheating." You raised a brow at Laia's visible jaw clench, Leila pinched the bridge of her nose. Clearly, your confession stirred some negative feelings within them.

"What did you just say?"

"Do I really need to repeat myself? You heard me, Laia."

Laia groaned, buring her face into her hands. Even though, she had no personal relations with Leah, it wasn't great to hear that a well admired player cheated on her closest friend. Now, she had to add another person to her hit list, future pitches against Arsenal would now be personal. "Fucking whore."

You hummed, agreeing with Laia as Leila looked at you stressed. If you were to break up with Leah, it wouldn't be as bad since you played for a different team. Meaning you could at least put some distance between you two after the break up.

But, it would definitely rise already high tension on the field, London could become a blood bath if you weren't careful. "So, what are you going to do?" You debated with yourself whether to tell them your plans, it's not like you didn't trust the girls to keep their mouth shut. But, they would definitely try to talk you out of it, something you didn't want.

"Haven't gotten all the details yet but one thing is certain. I'll ruin her."

You gave Leila a cheeky smile, standing up and made your way over to Laia, who hasn't lifted her head. You gently pulled her hands away, brown eyes looking into yours. "Look at me. I'll be fine, don't worry too much about me. I'm strong, yeah? Just don't get involved and don't try to talk me out of this. Understand?"

Laia reluctantly nod her head, she knew she couldn't stop you. When you set your mind to something, it couldn't and wouldn't be changed. You were a León, of course, by nature you were stubborn. Leila watched from the side, getting the idea that Laia still held some feelings for you.

Once you were sure Laia was good to go, you stood up. Brushing down the wrinkles from your skirt, "Now, we can discuss more later. I've booked an appointment for us at the best spa in Manchester. So, can we hurry this up?"

Laia looked unimpressed, "Girl, you literally just got cheated on and you're spending you day at the spa."

You nod, giving your ex a duh look. "Uh, yeah. But, don't worry I'll be plotting the entire time." Leila scratched her head, wondering if this was the norm between you two. Laia rolled her eyes, "Thank you because I was so worried." You flipped off Laia, not loving her attitude.

"I was gonna ask you to help me get back at Leah but with this attitude, I don't think you'll be much of a contribution."

Laia returned the bird, gritting her teeth when you smirked. Leila raised her hand, like a student waiting to be called on. "Um, I'm lost. Can someone explain?" Laia pointed to Leila, blaming you for making the other defender a lost puppy. You rolled your eyes once again, gesturing for Laia to take the wheel.

Laia looked at the brunette, "We're gonna spend the day at the spa and Yn is going to brainstom some idea to destroy Leah's will to live." Leila looked at you for confirmation which you nod to, "How?"

You shrugged, though you already planned most of it out. "Oh, you know. Make her obsessed with me to the point where she can't live without me and then leave her miserable and have her realize that she can't find no one like me." Laia squinted at you, wondering if that was ever your plan for her during your break up.

"You're a crazy bitch, you know that."

You laughed, sending a flying kiss to your ex. "Self-awareness is key to life, carino. Now, get ready bitches. We're going out."

#leah williamson x reader #leah williamson imagine #leah williamson #woso x reader #woso imagine #woso fanfics #woso community #arsenal x reader #laia aleixandri #laia aleixandri x reader

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chaoticrebels · 1 year ago

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✦ — * ⠀ / ⠀ 𝙁𝙄𝙇𝙀𝘿 𝙐𝙉𝘿𝙀𝙍 ⠀﹕⠀ ❪ @legends-and-savages ❫

❝Mhm, the wisest move given that little detail so can't say that I blame you there.❞ Couldn't blame anyone for not wanting to go up against either of his parents, after all they were both dangerous in their own right. But it seems they only have to worry about his mother now a days, and maybe his uncle too but still. Well actually given the fact that he had both his parents powers combined, maybe he was the real threat. Then again who knows.. ❝One that trusted me to handle myself.❞ He chuckled, though he knew that the other did the right thing since he couldn't stop him. ❝It felt like something you had to do without the possibility of any interruptions? Well I suppose that makes a lot of sense then.❞ He mused before nodding. ❝Oh, I don't doubt that Rocket has things covered. He is after all pretty smart.❞ He added. But even then, it wouldn't be the same. He just wouldn't admit that out loud. ❝Hm, well while I'm not fully aware of what happened. I can imagine that you must've gone through some shit for him. So I'm glad that it worked out in the end. And well, good. Sounds like I'm not interrupting anything then.❞ At least for now.

❝Well while I'm not a parent, it certainly seems to be a parental thing. Probably has to do with something about the instinct to protect their offspring, I dunno. But you right, at least she cares. Last thing I need nor want is a parent that tries to kill me.❞ That would be a nightmare, and Storm had dealt with enough nightmares already so he didn't need anymore so he was relieved he'd never have to know that nightmare. ❝Yeah, at least she knows where I am currently. Trusts I'm safe with the Guardians, praying to the all-father that nothing happens I suppose. Oh, you think I could do that? Just say fuck it and be the hero, just join Rocket on a mission?❞ The rebel inquired, amusement written across his features. It didn't sound to bad in all honesty, the spending time with the Raccoon who he found quite entertaining. Though right now, he rather spend time with Quill. ❝Ah, I see. Well luckily for you, you have all the time in the world ❪ Was that the right word since they both knew there was more out there? He didn't know but he was sure that was the saying so he left it alone ❫ to figure it out.❞ Which was true, there was no rush in figuring out what you want to do. He knew that much because that was his own life lately.

❝Hmm..❞ Storm hummed out, moving closer to Peter. There was a big part of him that wanted to make a quirky remark, one that he shouldn't because who knew how the other react but what's life without a little risk? Boring. ❝That's fantastic. And how about we start with your bedroom or old bedroom?❞ He teased playfully, though semi serious but he shrug that off. ❝Hm, in all seriousness, how about we start with your favorite chill out place or we can save the for last and start with the workshop or what not.❞

"Well considering how strong your mom is it is the wisest move." Peter said. He had a healthy respect for Carol, but he was smart enough to know he didn't want to go up against her if he could help it. "It's all good. What kind of guardian would I be if we didn't help." It would go against just about everything. "I suppose that is true, but this felt like more then just a vacation kind of a thing." He said. "Because who knew how long it was actually going to take for this whole thing, and Rocket has things covered." He wasn't concerned about that. "All things considered and what we went through to make sure he live it said enough about our relationship." He said. A shake of his head. "Nah Rocket is around, and he was going to find me later so you're all good."

"I'm pretty sure that's a parent's thing though." He said. "My mom was pretty similar, but at least you know she cares. Better then trying to kill you." He said with a shrug. Course Ego had only done that after he had not followed his grand plan. "But she at least knows where you are, and I'm sure Rocket could be persuaded to take you on a mission." He said. "Still working on that whole part. But I'm working on finding a balance, and figuring out what to actually do myself." He still hadn't figured out what to do, but it was a whole thing. "Nope I've got a fully open schedule so what do you want to see first?" He asked.

#☯ 。゜ ⠀ ☆ ⠀ 。゜ ⠀ ★ 𝙁𝙄𝙇𝙀𝘿 𝙐𝙉𝘿𝙀𝙍 ﹕Storm #♚↬ʀɪᴘᴘᴇᴅ ᴀᴛ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴇᴅɢᴇ ʙᴜᴛ ᴀ ᴍᴀѕᴛᴇʀᴘɪᴇᴄᴇ↫♚ ✘Chats✘#♛➺ Starlord⠀。゜ ⠀ ☆ ── { legendsandsavages }#legendsandsavages #✦ 。゜ ✧ - ̗̀ 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐁𝐄𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 ─── ❪ Main ❫#✦ 。゜ ✧ - ̗̀ 𝐈𝐓 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐁𝐄 𝐄𝐗𝐇𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈-𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐎 ─── ❪ MCU / DC ❫

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unniekiwi · 2 years ago

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𝗝𝗶𝗺 𝗛𝗮𝘄𝗸𝗶𝗻𝘀 𝘅 𝗚𝗡! 𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿. 𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗙𝗢𝗥𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗘𝗔𝗖𝗛 𝗢𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗥.

This one-shot was not created by me, all credit to the respective author, which is AkiraDubs, so let's separate his work from what he has done... Which was terrible, but I did this work when nothing had happened yet…¿? anyway, he deleted the video from his channel.

Feel free to change the gender of Y/N. In principle, it's ideally created for women but everyone is free to read whatever they want, about whatever they want. <3

Since Treasure Planet is my favorite Disney movie and didn't get the love it deserved, I decided to write this translation, which I've really enjoyed writing, since I ✨ADORE✨ Jim.

✨let your imagination create a scene next to a real Jim.✨

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You have just arrived on a planet where the weather was not… the best… Don't get it wrong, you love the rain, but it is very dangerous to go boating while the storm is raging, meanwhile, you and your cadet friend Jim were inside the big hull, sitting in a sailboat. Jim was very upset since he warned Captain Amelia and Silver that it would be a bad idea to come to this planet. They ignored him. And you understand their anger.

-Well, here we go again. - he pronounces annoyed for the fourth time that day.

-What did I tell you? I knew it would be a bad idea to come to this planet. And what happened? A storm. - He sighs trying to calm down. - I told them already, if only they would listen to me! - he growls angrily as he walks.

-We wouldn't be in this situation if they would just listen to me. - he sighs again. - But they won't. Because they only see me as a child, that's what I'll be to them, a child. - He says indignantly and sulkily as he sits down abruptly on the sailboat.

-Well… I don't see you as a child. You're smarter than you look. - you say with a smile as you delicately sit down in front of him.

-Thank you, I appreciate it. You're probably the only one who thinks that way about me. - he says smiling the same way you do.

-The only one? No one else? - You ask laughing as you shake your head at the second question.

-Yes. - He says looking at you while you are surprised. - I mean, my mother, don't get me wrong! I love her…but… I feel like she doesn't trust me…. - he says pausing for a moment.

-You know, I can't do anything without her worrying, and yeah. That's what a mother would do, isn't it? I mean…I'm her only child but…I just…I want to explore the world and stuff. I know how fast and gigantic the universe is… I just want to see every part of it. - looks up at you to let out a sigh. There was a slightly awkward silence for a few moments, but Jim continued the conversation.

-I never thought I'd be on an adventure like this. - he says, trying to defuse the situation.

-I probably didn't think I'd be on this adventure either. - you look amused, laughing a little.

-You too? - he says answering surprised, laughing softly.

-That makes two of us. I'm glad we can relate to each other in some way. - he says, laughing with you. But now he brings up another topic of conversation.

-So. What are we going to do now that this storm is happening? - He asks you to answer honestly.

-Whatever shit Silver's got on his mind- you end up saying, scratching your head.

-Yeah… Silver has no good idea. - replies to the comment about the old cyborg.

-What do you think he's going to do? I mean I'd love to know your opinion. - you ask with a mischievous grin.

-My guess? - he says looking at you with his arms behind his head, as you nod your head. - He's probably going to try to make us wait until he's finished. I don't think this is going to clear up for the next few days. - he replies leaning back with his eyes closed.

-What do you mean? - you ask in a confused and frightened tone, nothing good is going through that old cyborg's head. He opens his eyes slowly and stands upright again.

-What, what am I trying to say? Oh, that we're stuck here, tch. If the storm doesn't clear up…. - he thinks and proceeds to close his eyes, he was really tired. - I don't think it will clear up for a while at least, so we could just relax, and make ourselves comfortable, with nothing else to do. - He replies.

-Sounds good to me. - You smile since Silver has been blowing you guys up since day one, a little rest is appreciated. But you change your mind to ask him something that has been on your mind since this morning, he's not usually so loose, something's wrong with him? It seems as if he is thinking about something. So you worry about him and ask him.

-Jim? - he opens only one eye and looks at you.

-How have you been feeling lately? - you ask, looking at him seriously but with affection and understanding.

-How have I been feeling? I don't know, some days I feel good… and other days I feel trapped… - he says as he looks down at his hands.

-I feel like even if I wanted to take over the ship… I wouldn't even know where to go. - He looks into your eyes with confidence but it reflects how broken he is inside.

-I want to do the right thing and I want to make the right decision. I mean, I don't want to hurt anyone… I don't want to disappoint anyone either, I just feel like I've been a big disappointment. - He says sadly looking away, you nod understanding his feelings and how he feels.

-I can't make him happy. I can't make her happy. I can't make anyone happy. I can't even make myself happy. - already as he finishes he looks at you sadly. You felt horrible for knowing how he feels, but you really appreciate that he's confident enough to tell you what he's going through. - So… here I am… Just here. - To break your heart even more, he puts on a sad smile as he plays with his fingers to calm the anxiety.

-You know… - he looks you in the eyes and you walk over to the side he's sitting on. - You really do. You make me very happy. - you sit down next to him and now smiling next to him.

-Do I make you happy? - he says now with a little lift in his spirits. - Oh come on, you don't have to say that. - he laughs a little, looking away to hide the rosy color on his cheeks.

You just nod your head, you really weren't lying, you've learned so much and had so much fun with him that how could you not be fond of him?

-Really? - he asks you again to make sure. And you nod again.

-Yes? - He asks again, to which you say YES again. -Okay. Well… You make me happy too. - he confesses looking at you with his blue orbs and smiling with a blush on his cheeks.

- Really? - you ask surprised, excited, smiling, and blushing. You are thrilled that the feeling is mutual.

-Yes, you do. - he says laughing a little at your reaction. - I mean. - He takes a breath and calms down. - Sometimes you can be a little bossy …and… you always want to be right. - he finishes intuiting what you were going to say annoyed.

-That's a lie. - you jump at him while crossing your arms.

- Yes! You always want to be right. - he says again, stinging you and being sincere.

- That's not true. - Indignant, you look at him angrily.

- Yeah. Right. Whatever helps you sleep at night - He says resignedly with his shoulders. Now you could only hear the sound of loud lightning and rain, the atmosphere was quite nice, if you can describe it that way. Jim stares at you for a few moments and while smiling, opens his left arm in welcoming mode.

-Come here. - He welcomes you warmly in his arms and you settle your head on his shoulder, he imitates you and rests his head on yours. You felt a feeling that you missed… Feeling at home. His embrace gave so many appreciative vibes to your being, you just smiled along with him. His vanilla and coconut smell was comforting like eating something warm on a cold day, that made you relax enough to settle more into him.

-Thank you. - he says smiling while stroking your hair. - I needed to hear that. It's just… sometimes I get stuck in my mind and I don't know who I am. -

- It's normal to feel that way. I understand. - You comfort him as you nod and he continues talking, running his hand through your hair.

- But, what I do know is that… as long as you're here, maybe one day… everything will make sense, you know…? - he sighs looking at your e/c eyes and you smile at him.

-Of course it will Jimbo. -

-Yeah, someday. -

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