#Short Story MA English

[breaddo]

SIX FLOORS????? THREE VENDING MACHINES???? AND THEY HAVE COFFEE ?

yeah okay that's italy i guess that's fair enough. italian 13yos living their best lives gladiator fighting to use their only 3 coffee vending machines first

hate that i'm actually noticing new things i.e. learning the italian title of catcher in the rye from a 3 second shot

[woso-dreamzzz]

Sharks II

Meadema x Child!Reader

Summary: You get comfortable with Viv

You're used to having Viv in your house now. She's always there and she sleeps in bed with Mummy a lot and helps you through your morning routine every day.

She makes sure to hang out with you away from Mummy too, like that time that she took you to the big maze store that she called IKEA and you called stupid.

She bought you a new shark toy she called the Blåhaj shark but you corrected her to a Blue Shark.

You love having Viv around (though there's a name floating in your head for her that's definitely not Viv) but you're still happy to have your alone time with Mummy.

Viv's out with some of her friends so Mummy's propped you up on her lap and is reading you a story book.

"Mummy," You say," That's not English." You point at the words.

She smiles at you. "That's right," She says," That's Dutch."

"Dutch," You repeat," Like Viv."

"Like Viv. We're both going to be studying a bit of Dutch so Viv can feel more at home."

"Because she's from Dutch?"

"The Netherlands," Mummy corrects," And yes."

You think for a moment. The story book looks fun and has English and Dutch in it so you still understand it. "Okay," You say," We learn Dutch for Viv."

Mummy presses a kiss to your head as she turns the page and helps you sound out the words.

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Viv takes you to the aquarium on her next day off. Mummy would have come with too but she was busy with Auntie Leah and Auntie Katie so it's just you and Viv.

She got you dressed this morning - your favourite shark t-shirt and a pair of shorts before bundling you into her arms and heading to the train station.

"Cool," You say, making sure to keep a tight hold of Viv's hand because Mummy always says you have to hold an adult's hand when you're out.

There's a bit of the aquarium that's just clear glass on the floor looking into one of the tanks and you spend so much time standing on it that Viv gets a little worried that you think that's all there is.

"Come on, liefje," She says," Let's keep going. There's more to see."

You let her pull you along happily.

Ma-Viv shows you lots of different fishies and is more than happy to crouch next to you and read off the little placards by the tanks. She's pleasantly surprised when you ask her to translate it into Dutch.

"That's a Sand Tiger Shark," You say as you point up to the big tank," They like to hunt at night."

"That's very interesting, liefje," Ma-Viv says, pointing at another shark floating along the bottom," What about that one?"

You study it for a moment, head tilted to the side as you watch it. "Nurse shark! They have moustaches that are actually taste buds!"

Ma-Viv smiles at you, an affectionate hand running over your head. "Come on," She pulls you along to one of the walkways near the end.

You wander closer to one of those electronic screens that has buttons to choose your answers on it.

You can read your little story books at home (both in English and Dutch now) but this is a little too advanced to you so you tug on Mama's hand to get her attention.

"Read please," You tell her.

It's a little quiz on sharks with multiple choice answers that you happily press the buttons to choose.

You get all of them right (of course) and get especially excited when a goblin shark appears on the screen.

"Goblin shark!" You cry," Like my top, Mama! Like my top!"

You don't know why but Mama looks at you with wide eyes, mouth falling open. She looks a little tearful as she nods. "Yeah, liefje, it is like your top."

You look down happily at your t-shirt and then back at the screen.

Mama bought you this top the day after your trip to get your Blåhaj shark and for the first two days, you refused to take it off. Mummy hates it but you love it so you keep it in your room, under your pillow so she can't throw it away.

"Mama, come on," You say to her as she remains frozen in the same spot. You've finished the quiz and kind of want to move on - Mummy promised that Mama would buy you something at the gift shop.

She still looks slightly tearful and drops your hand.

You turn to look at her. "Mama?"

She picks you up, holding you closer as she rest her chin on the top of your head.

"Mama? Are you okay?"

"I'm okay, liefje. Why...Why don't we stop off at the touch tanks and then we'll get you your presents?"

You nod along, practically shaking with excitement as you reach into the tank to run your fingers gently over the back of an epaulette shark. Mummy always tells you to be gentle when stroking cats and dogs so you make sure to be extra gentle with the little shark.

"You touch," You tell Mama, who's still holding you tight.

"I'm fine, liefje," She says, refusing to relinquish her hold on you," This is for you."

"I'm going to study sharks when I'm older," You tell Mama earnestly as she walks you to the gift shop.

"You are? No football?"

You reach out to touch a shark mug. "Sharks are more fun than football," You tell her," Can this be my present?"

"Just this?"

"Mummy says that I can only get one thing."

Mama smiles at you. "We've just had a very special day, liefje. I think we get you more than one thing."

You beam, remembering the sentence that Mummy taught you last week. "Thank you, Mama! Ik houd van je (I love you)!"

She looks as shocked as she was earlier when you saw the goblin shark photo. "I love you too, liefje."

[thesamoanqueen]

Owner

Raiting: 18+

Warnings: smut, jealousy, my bad english as always.

A/N: It should have been my gift to @harmshake for her day but I didn’t made it in time and here Im, posting it anyway *delusional smile*

He was getting a headache, a bad one because Y/N was unbeatable at driving him crazy. He always tried to control himself, freaking out during arguments didn’t fit him well and he could successfully have done it, at least until she got involved or decided to press that button, the one she had claimed from the first second Roman laid eyes on her. Thank God she wasn't the kind of woman who liked drama or kicking her feet, but if she decided to go down that road...

Roman could count their arguments on one hand, exceptions, extraordinary events, but every time it happened from one moment to the next, escalating in a few seconds and for reasons that weren't even real reasons. And it had been like that that time too. The night before Y/N had gone out with the girls, they had gone to have fun, there was nothing wrong and he had even been fine with it, because now that his schedule was no longer so oppressive they spent more time together, both didn't have to work hard as before. The next morning she got up and he had left himself speak, a comment about alcohol that she had clearly drunk, not about her, not even trying to scold her, but from there to chaos it was a short step.

Standing in the kitchen for who knows how long, he lowered his head in exasperation, exhausted, the idea of getting something to drink to go and relax, perhaps with her now only a memory, while Y/N marched through the living room, taking random stuff and dissecting that story as only she was capable of doing.

- I can do whatever I wanna do ‘cause you my daddy when I say you're, not every moment of ma life – she crashed into him at the other end of the huge room and Roman raised his head as if someone had slapped him.

She could do what? He wasn't what?!

- What did you just say?! – he snapped, not at all intending to let that time pass.

He had never tried to stop her from doing anything, he knew well who he had decided to be close to as a partner and it had never crossed his mind to treat her otherwise. He had made a comment, a comment because he cared about her, he was always worried, even if they were together and she came up with that story? He was a man, he didn't need to control her to feed his little ego.

- Thought it was me tired, but now the one who cannot hear me is you? - she insisted stubbornly, refusing to let go and Roman gave her a warning look, his gaze dark.

- Y/N stop running that mouth

- Well if you don't like my attitude anymore, go find someone else and I'll do the same – she pointed at him and Roman knew that she was throwing everything on the table by now, but she had to slow down because he had enough now.

He wouldn't have gone anywhere, above all she wouldn't have found anyone else. She could put it out of her head to play those games with him and above all to turn around and leave him there as she was trying to do. He quickly crossed the living room, before Y/N could even disappear and grabbed her by the waist, hearing her let go with a thud all the stuff she had in her arms, struggling.

- What-Get your hands off me, lemme go-

- You better calm down- don't kick! - he warned her, taking blow with a grimace as he dragged her with him across the room - don't… no… babygirl-

- Roman put me down, ain't joking! And don't call me that! – she struck again, convincing him to put her down on the coach, to grit his teeth, irritation growing.

- No more babygirl, ain't your daddy, you can do whatever, what's going on huh?!

Frozen, Y/N stared back at him. Her arms wrapped tightly around her chest, legs curled up on the couch where she still had tried to escape him at first, even though he was literally towering over her. He had raised his voice, he never did it, except when they got to that point, but every time it happened he ended up regretting it the same instant just by looking at her. He couldn't stand those moments, because they didn't belong to either of them and for sure wasn't what he wanted for their relationship.

- You don't own me – Y/N said, refusing to lower her head and Roman ran a hand over his dark beard, inspiring, before looking back at her deadly serious.

- I own you

He knew what was going on in that head of her, because Y/N thought and thought even late at night when she should have been sleeping, she was dangerous. And that argument had been the reason she had struggled to have relationships in the past, the same one that had led them to chase each other for a year before giving a name to what was between them. It had been a stupid comment, said with a completely different intention, they both knew it, and yet she had snap.

-I do – he repeated, seeing her physically stiffen when he crouched down in front of her – as you own me – he admitted without shame.

He knew what he wanted from his life and he knew what he was willing to risk, he had never been the kind of person who liked to be led, but since she had entered his life, his vision had changed. It was like this from the moment he woke up to the moment he went to bed, it was his law, it was what he chose and what Roman committed to. He wasn't a kid, he could make sacrifices and he wanted to bear them.

-That's how things work – he explained, eyes running over her figure without forgetting a single piece, while hers studied him.

They were doing this together and there was no "whatever" for it to work. They had each other's backs, they belonged to each other and there was no one else who could replace either of them in that mission. No plan B, no alternatives, it was all or nothing, she was the one who told him first and Roman stuck to that. He could keep his mouth shut, ignore if he wanted, he had no problems, but what they were had to be clear, for better or for worse, during arguments or not.

Y/N insisted on not moving, legs still bent on the coach, shoulders still tense and her gaze fixed on him who hadn't moved an inch too, ready to take yet another blow that never came. She only needed a few words, if the right ones, to send those moments away and Roman knew he had said them to her or she wouldn't have given up. An arrogant and slightly softened grin was struggling to show itself, but he just frowned, tilting his head a little to look at her inch by inch again.

-May I touch you now? – he asked, his voice now low, soft.

- What if I say no? – he heard her ask immediately, stubborn and without mercy.

Firm in his purpose, Roman did not give up, completely unimpressed by that attitude which had single-handedly eliminated any competition long before him.

- Please – he begged hoarsely and Y/N once again didn't move.

She didn't even answer, but her dark chocolate eyes did it for her, wavering for a moment at that plea and he reached out with both hands, slowly pulling her legs off the couch by ankles. He slid one on the carpet, placing the other on top of his knees, caressing the caramel-colored skin, soft calf, her eyes pointing at him in religious silence as he went up higher, touching behind the knee to spread his hand on her gorgeous soft thigh. He felt her body vibrate imperceptibly, responding to that contact and Y/N immediately push her foot against his chest, stopping him from going any further.

-Babygirl...- he called her back, looking up again.

Still no response and Roman took the opportunity to slide her leg over his shoulder, making his way between her. His hands began to caress her again without waiting any longer, going up, taking the opportunity to take care of the other leg in the same way and in the same way, even with the other, Y/N stopped him. Roman looked at her in silence this time, he placed a kiss on her skin, pinching it with his beard, breathing in the scent of coconut and vanilla lotion, receiving a new push in return. He waited a second, just one, to collect himself, before also pulling the other leg over his shoulders and bending her on the couch, without asking or negotiate anymore, crashing his mouth onto her to get a moan.

Y/N under him struggled, trying to push him away, refusing to let him win that fight as useless as the argument they had was. He stopped her from the wrists, bracing them with a little force against the couch backrest, pressing them with some of his weight, heat rising quickly and her complaints, muffled, slowly turning into hot moans. Roman knew that she was ready to not make his life easy and repay him in some way, but he was fine with that.

He liked challenges and if she was the prize, he could take more than a couple of pushes.

Slow and unstoppable, he made his way over her. Feeling her mouth slowly indulge him, her hands stop shaking and her legs squeeze him to have his body closer, to have him where he belonged. He still refused to let go, keeping her pinned beneath him, sliding only one large hand, first around her throat and then further down, under her oversize shirt, over her breast free from any constriction. His thumb automatically went to play with her nipple and Y/N mewled into his mouth, panting hotly when Roman finally abandoned her to move down, licking her ear and jugular before biting and sucking that soft skin with the only purpose to leave his mark.

- Mmh! – a moan, strangled, still a little freaky, teeth closing on her swollen lip to stop it.

Annoyed, he looked up at her, studying her focused, breathless, cute expression. He pushed a little on her wrists, feeling her body soften and pulled her white shirt up a little more, to go down to kiss her between her round breasts, inhaling her scent, dipping his face there to devour her hungrily. Her shivers, her heartbeat dangerously close, even the sound of her swallowing while trying to catch her breath, had quickly turned that exchange into something more and bossy Roman rubbed himself against her, his cock now hard inside his gray jumpsuit. He watched Y/N bite her lip again, try to hold back, belly tense and eyes finally searching for him as he began to suck and bite on one of her dark salty buttons.

Her back always curved into a delightful arch when he paid her that kind of attention. An almost unnatural, desperate and needy arch, which Roman get never tired of holding in his hands and admiring, often asking for more, demanding everything.

He watched her throw her head back, almost hiding between cushions and his arm slid behind her back, pulling her against him, grabbing her hip so her center was in place. Y/N struggled again, breathing short, her gaze liquid with excitement and Roman tightened his grip on her wrists, freeing her breasts shiny from his saliva and quickly place a kiss on both her legs that were resting onto his shoulders. Quickly, he fumbled with his clothes, pulling them down with his only free hand, immediately feeling his erection jump to attention and Y/N gasp in anticipation.

- What do you say sweetheart huh? – he asked hoarsely, pressing it against her perfect ass, while also freeing her too – do you want me to ask nicely or not?

-Lemme-e go- he heard her repeat, but this time he knew that her intention was not to run away.

- Please babygirl? – he chanted into her ear, almost crushing her beneath him.

- Please… daddy – a meow more like a moan and Roman released his grip on her wrists.

Her hands grabbed his face instantly, forcing him into a kiss he would never refuse and then wrapping around his torso, scratching his solid neck with demand, as he thrust into her without waiting any longer. Her folds were soft, welcoming and every single time he ended up searching for the bottom, that exact point that made her tighten around him in a vice from which Roman always hoped not to escape. His body was shot through with every sigh of Y/N, every single moan and prey to an uncontrolled reaction his hips moved reflexively, thrusting and pinning her down.

They hadn't fucked like this for a long time now, since they were nothing and their encounters seemed more like a desperate attempt to leave their mark on each other so that no one else could get in the way or hope to. Now those thoughts, those doubts were far away, but Roman still felt in the bottom of his chest the urge to claim her, to give her everything and because of that, he took advantage of his strength to turn her onto her side, leaving one of her legs down. From that position he could push at another angle, holding her round buttock, straightening his back.

- Like tha-aht, yes-

-Yeah, let's strech my pussy good…-he growled hungrily, giving her an appreciative slap on the ass and the moan that Y/N let out was accompanied by her throbbing walls.

- There-yes there!

Quick, rough, he knew that neither of them would last long, but he put a hand on her belly anyway, touching his bulge, hitting that spot and observing, satisfied, the whitish ring that had already formed around his cock. He saw it spread across his entire length, back and forth, again, while Y/N tried to hold him between her folds, inside her sweet cave. He licked his lips, savoring her moods from a distance, pressing with his fingers where her mound welcomed him, feeling his own hardness, his thumb sliding further down to play with her swollen button.

A couple of thrusts and Y/N exploded beneath him in a succession of gasps, hands gripping the coach cover, eyes closed tightly and that wonderful arc that Roman moved again, to take her from behind, pushing himself onto his knees to have her into a press. Frantic, he let his head loll, pounding frenetic through his orgasm, refusing to give in until Y/N slapped her hand against one of his arms and he pulled out quickly, missing her warmth instantly.

A growl left him, but just as he had felt that unpleasant absence, he welcomed Y/N who had sat up to take him into her soft mouth, licking both of their juices with a moan of appreciation. With one arm resting on the coach backrest and the other hand holding the back of her head, he watched Y/N wrap her lips around the tip, suck until she tore the soul out of his lungs and then swallow him almost in his entire length to allow him to empty himself inside her.

- F-Fuck, open wide, so warr-rm-

He held her in place, moving on impulse, feeling the heat of his own body mix in Y/N's throat, her tongue pampering him until the last drop dirtied her mouth and his long fingers extricated themselves from the curls that he had pulled away from Y/N’s bun, stroking it affectionately, feeling the pop of that dangerous mouth that released him after having swallowed and cleaned up the mess of both of them. Breathing heavily he let himself fall down, pulling her against him as messy as he was, realizing only after long, infinite minutes of silence that at the end they had both managed to relax there together even if how, they had gotten to that point, had not been what he imagined.

He tilted his head, seeing her clinging to him with that tired look that he was responsible for this time and he couldn't help himself, leaving a kiss on her forehead that made her lift her chin to look up.

- We made it again – he noticed, seeing that adorable pout that she reserved only for him.

She who would have eaten alive anyone out there without a second thought, with him instead every now and then she gave into the temptation to behave like a little one and as long as it was her, Roman could handle anything. She owned that right and privilege.

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[maryleclerc]

𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐞…

pairing: quinn hughes x reader

summary: quinn and y/n keep their relationship private (more like a lovestagram thingy) until fans found out. y/n’s not a celebrity, or public figure so y/n kept her ig private in this

warning: english is not my native language, i do not own any of these photos, social media au, smau!

au: hey hey mary’s back again with another social media au for quinny bear, and i wrote this for about 20-25 minutes soooo sorry about the typo and grammar!!. this smau! kida short so please let me know if you need a part 02 or maybe give me some idea too. btw wanna be moots on twitter follow me @/_43hughes. ok bye!! ENJOY! 🐻

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user1 finally, finally y/n post something on her ig after so many months being so unactive 😭

user2 so i heard this is quinn hughes gf

user3 maybe not, maybe yea but whatever the truth is i still support them, idfc

user4 i think she only accept fl request from Quinn Hughes fanacc only

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user2 Jack looking good yall

user3 HIS HAIRRRRRR

user4 who’s that girl? his girlfriend?

user5 his gf

user4 oh, what’s her ig user?

user5 it’s @/yourusername, but her ig is currently private so yo cannot see much other than her profile pic 🥴

user6 No that’s actually his childhood bestfriend you guys

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yourusername this literally my favorite photo so far, taken by ma bestie 💗📸

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user1 omfg!!! that’s literally Quinn in this photo 😭 he’s taken for now all my Quinn lovers, are u okay?

user2 are you dating quinn hughes? please tell us

_quinnhughes & y/n ig story

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spillthehughes4386 Sent by anonymously, it seems our Huggy Bear was spotted by fans having dinner with his secret girlfriend in his hometown of Michigan during a summer vacation with family and friends. According to the source sent by an anonymous character, Quinn's girlfriend's name is Y/n Y/l/n, and also Y/n’s family is also a close family friends with the Hughes family.

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user1 noooo, just tell me this not true

user2 well i already knew it so not so surprise here :)))

user3 i mean she’s ✨CUTE✨ and pretty so i forgive you Quinn

user4 leave them alone guys!! stop stalking her, so creepy

[snugglebug-mj-blog]

The eldest daughter who wasn't wanted

The Sully family x oldest daughter reader

Chapter 2 ~home~

(I am rewriting this story)

Y/ns tail flicked in anger but she tried to stay calm because there were children around.

(Everything in this front is English)

The Leonopteryx growled before y/n sent her to go back to flying, leaving the thanator standing beside her.

"Grandmother Why have you brought them here?" Y/n asked looking over at Mo'at.

"We-' Jake Sully started to speak but y/n put a hand up with a hiss

"I am asking Mo'at my grandmother, the tsahík" y/n hissed at the na'vi.

Neytiri hissed back as she stepped in front of her mate "how dare you speak to him like that, he is Toruk Makto," neytiri said with a smug look on her face

Y/n rolled her eyes "if he is toruk makto call your Leonopteryx" y/n said crossing her arms over her chest.

"I can't I haven't seen him in years" Jake said putting a hand on neytiris back to calm her down.

Y/n laughed everyone was shocked "that means he no longer finds you worthy. You might've been Toruk Makto a long time ago but now you are not." Y/n said bluntly before looking back at her grandmother

"I'm sorry about being interrupted, but my grandmother why?" Y/n asked Mo'at shock her head at Jake and neytiri

"Ma granddaughter, we need your help. Your siblings, and Jakes friends got hurt during the last fight with the sky people" Mo'at said pointing at some of the members

Y/n looked at all of them, the Omaticaya children leaned against another and a few humans looked beaten up.

Y/n had walked over to the children "I will bring you to my clan, tsahík will help heal you, that's all I can offer" y/n said Mo'at nodded

"Young Omaticayas, would you all be ok if I put you on the back of my thanator?" Y/n asked the children nodded.

Once she got the nod she called her thanator ezma over before placing them on her back, before turning towards the humans before she could speak a hand landed on her shoulder.

Y/n looked up at the teenager girl "Please don't send them away, they're our friends" she begged

"Do not worry kiri I will not send them away" y/n said the teens eyes widden before nodding, Y/n placed a hand on kiris with a smile, the four children smiled back

Y/n turned towards the humans "you child step forward." Y/n said pointing at spider. Everyone but Mo'at was surprised she could speak English, spider slowly stepped forward " do you want to ride my thanator or walk?" Y/n asked spiders face lit up "Really you'll let me ride?!" Spider asked excitedly y/n nodded before picking up the small being and putting him behind kiri.

"Other humans, I will carry the two of you unless you wish to walk" y/n said looking at max and Norm.

"We'll be ok walking thank you." Norm said shaking his head y/n nodded before starting to walk followed by Mo'at and Ezma

"Thank you ma daughter" neytiri said quickly

"My name is y/n you shall call me by that name nothing more" y/n growled.

As everyone followed y/n through the swamp Jake and neytiri looked at their oldest daughter

She talked with their other children and answered their questions, answer their human friends questions but would only give Jake and neytiri short answers.

~After a hour ~

Soon they all came to a stop "Welcome to my home" y/n said as everyone saw a village in the middle of the swamp

As the group walked closer to the village they saw a bunch of warriors getting ready to take flight, with a tsahík giving orders.

Y/n patted her thanator before running towards the tsahík "Sa'nok!" Y/n yelled making the large na'vi turn around quickly and rush towards her. Neytiri growled under her breath

"My 'ite! (My daughter)" Zo'ile yelled running towards her daughter, before trapping her in a tight hug.

The warriors where relieved the young na'vi was safe but the growled and pointed their spears at the Omaticaya and humans

"Mawey (calm) everyone Mawey please they need just help, some are hurt" y/n said still in her mother's arms

Zo'ile and zeytiri looked at each other, zo'ile hugged y/n a bit tighter but nodding to Mo'at

"Take them to the healing tent, we will help and give you a place to stay tonight. My mate Nawmrui The Olo'eyktan, will be back tomorrow." Zo'ile said standing to full height.

Mo'at nodded before leading the Sully's and the humans to the healers tent.

After Leyra helped the Sully's and the humans they were set in two huts one for the Sully's and the other for the humans, for the night.

Some of the warriors brought them food, before leaving them for the night.

Zo'ile, Leyra and Mo'at sat with y/n in y/ns hut

"Sa'nok (mother) grandmothers I'm ok." Y/n said with a sad smile, but her family didn't believe her.

"My 'ite (my daughter) don't lie to your Sa'nok (mother)" zo'ile said crossing her arms. Before pulling her daughter to her

Y/n had tears form in her eyes "I'll be ok." Y/n said rubbing her eyes.

Zo'ile, Leyra and Mo'at hugged her, feeling bad for the child, it was going to be a long night.

[malertop]

Poly! Billy Loomis x Stu Macher x Male Reader pt.2

Warnings?: in part 3

Notes?: English is not my first language if you guys don't know,so I am SUPER sorry if it's bad.

Roles: Powerbottom!Billy Loomis and Stu Macher x Sub!Top Male Reader

Kinks?: asshole being called boypussy,cunt,sloppy hole and more,fingering,handjob,blowjob,daddy kink,extreme sex,powerbottoms being extremely needy,eyes cross and roll will be mentioned, head roll and idk (some are for part 3)

The story in short: So let me get this quickly if you don't wanna read that,you were at Stu's party (not the killing one) and since they always left you alone after like just 10 minutes of hanging out with you you invited Randy for company,you have been ditching them sometimes for Randy and they tried to calm down and just forget about it but now that you are hanging out with him at Stu...YOUR BOYFRIEND party and ignoring Billy..WHO'S YOUR BOYFRIEND TOO they started getting really pissed about it,so they had a "little" talk with you and Randy and as their revenge for you ditching your boyfriends...WHO YOU TURNED GAY AND BI they needed to do and did an revenge on you..so you just took their little beautiful virginity,and they stole yours.

Gif:Not Mine.

"Hey guys what are you doing here all alone?" Randy got interrupted as he turned his head to look at who interrupted him,it was Billy and Stu who were walking towards them.You sighted as you saw them because you knew they would want something so you decided to ignore them as you looked back at Randy you already saw the two boys right beside him as Billy was opening new can of beer and Stu taking already a sip of his,as you quality told with your eyes to Randy to don't answer them which they saw because they looked at you when you did that which you didn't notice but Randy thought he should answer and said "Nothing we are just talking,or more Y/N but it's great to have a conversation with him" "Aw,thank you so much Randy..that was really nice and sweet" you answered with the sweet tone in your voice,but Billy and Stu just wanted to stab Randy until he dies,there was quite silence until Stu broke it "So...Randy ma men! Is it true that you still got a little thing for Sidney" Stu said as he smiled,You looked at Stu with his smile then you looked at Randy who was starting to sweat and then at Billy who just watched Randy with a death stare eyes,as you were about to speak up Randy answered "Y-Yeah...I mean...I guess..I..I do.." then Billy eyes winded and he took a look at Randy as he heard his answer, Stu did a giggle and laughed as he said "Did you really just admit it?In front of her boyfriend too!how can you be so pathetic,man you are so fucked up " and then you looked at Billy who was slowly approaching to meet Randy's face closer as he slowly moved "you know what else has a little thing for you..the door...so why don't you two meet and you get the.fuck.out" Billy siad slowly as he also threatened Randy,who now got up as you looked at him his body was all sweat and he didn't wanna leave you but he had no other choice "Y/N...I-i gotta go to the store but i completely forgot" he said as he was slowly leaving facing you "But-" as you were saying he ran off...there was a complete silence and you were the one to break it "why did y-" as you were saying Billy grabbed your arm and started started to lead you out of the kitchen,he was leading you upstairs as Stu was right behind you.He opened the door and as he entered he pushed you on the bed and he layed as Stu locked the door "Ow,what was that f-" as you were saying Billy pinned you against the bed and the wall and started kissing you right away,his kiss was slow but rought,your tounge met his as you two kissed and Stu was watching.Billy pulled away and then looked at his jeans because he felt something and he saw himself being turned on and then he slowly upped his head as looked at you again as you were breathing for some air but that quickly ended as Stu shoved his lips to meet yours

*After 20 minutes*

"Oh!Shit!Y-Y/N!~"Stu grunted as you were giving both of them hand jobs which they reached you just...well before 15 minutes to do,but Billy was silent as you were stroking both of the boys cocks,then Billy gasped "Oh!Oh shit!i am about to cum~" Billy said as he then grabbed male reader's arm to stop him,he was panting and then looked at the male reader and back at his arm as he slowly got an idea in his mind which made him smirk,Billy then looked again at male reader with his smirk and said "put your fingers inside me."

(Thank you for reading!if this hits 100 likes,reblogs or whatever I will do the last part,also I apologize for this being so short but i am writing this at school and yeah..HOPE Y'ALL ENJOY AND SEE YOU AT PART 3!)

[enatopiaa]

Just a fun oneshot that I thought of!! OPM songs give me so much inspiration ‎٩(⸝⸝ᵕᴗᵕ⸝⸝)و*̣̩⋆̩*

guys i know Grimmjow is literally in all blue and one would assume its his fav color but hey its for the story okay😔👎

(Bleach) Grimmjow Jaegerjaques x fem!reader ; inspired by the song Dilaw - Maki (ˊᵒ̴̶̷̤ ꇴ ᵒ̴̶̷̤ˋ) i love this song so much !!

Timeline ; after TYBW arc

TW: none! pure fluff ‼️

I originally wrote this in Filipino to practice LMAOO yeah I’m not sharing it… MY GRAMMAR IS SO BAD. Pure pinoy pero mas mataas grade sa english BAHAHAHA

“Ikaw, Ikaw ay dilaw”

⊹ ࣪ ˖

In all honesty, Grimmjow had never given much thought about his favorite color. He was never the type to care about such trivalities, he simply just accepts whatever came his way.

So why did he say that she was correct when she answered the color ‘yellow’ on their small guessing game about his favorite color?

“Is it yellow? I think it’s a pretty color and it’s also one of my favorites!” She answers on her first try. She was excited and smiling like a little child as her eyes sparkled with wonder, he could never admit it, but every time he looks at those (e/c) orbs, it always felt like the world was calm.

He found himself pausing for a moment, feeling something stir within him when she enthusiastically said the word ‘yellow’, the way the word rolled off her tongue sounded like a sweet melody, he felt his heart skipping a beat. He nodded in agreement, it was as if that color infused with her energy and excitement

“Yeah, you’re right…”

From that day forward, suddenly yellow was no longer just a ‘mere color’— It was her, her smile that can light up a dark room, her laughter that always sounded like a song. Every time he saw the golden hue, she was all he could ever think about.

He never had these bothering thoughts and feelings before, he was the former sexta espada, a hollow— he wasn’t supposed to be able to ‘feel anything’ in the first place, his hollow hole was proof of it.

Grimmjow insists that he loathes humans and soul reapers especially that damn strawberry head, but theres this warm feeling that he feels inside every time he hung out with the woman who was never afraid to stand her ground in front of him. A scintilla of something else filling in his void, it was unfamiliar to him, but it felt mellow like the spring day.

He always felt this strange, yet comforting feeling of euphoria whenever they were together. Sure, They may have been enemies and have hurt each other at first when the Espadas were still a thing and Aizen was still around, but ever since the day Urahara paired them up to work together with a few tasks during the invasion of the Quincies, he has been finding himself to slowly enjoy her company as time passed.

The wounds and scars that they gave to one another during their past clashes suddenly meant more than it was supposed to ‘hurt’, the pain it inflicted became a constant reminder of her presence in his life; no longer an act of violence but rather a testament of their history and the unspoken promise that bloomed between them.

His world was once dull and devoid of meaning, mirroring the barren dunes of Hueco Mundo, until she entered his life like a guiding star, introducing him to the vibrant world of the living, for once he was starting to feel more— emotions that he never knew he had possessed as a hollow, bringing color into his world that was once monochromatic.

If he was in a ballroom, she was his dance partner. If he were searching for answers, she was his certainty.

If there was a color to the new light that had been guiding him through the darkness,

She was yellow.

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yeah i said I wasn’t a writer but since this grade level we’ve been writing so many poems and essays I just had to find a way to improve, in a way where i can enjoy LMAO but yeah this is just a practice, i might start writing some more but…🧍

hope u guys enjoyed, its short but I tried😔 Grimmjow is a difficult character to write afterall but i love him still CACKCLING

[lillaydee]

Numbed Part 2

Joel Miller (No Outbreak) / Reader

Joel was left to raise his daughter alone, too traumatized to ever be in love again.

You, his kind neighbour, helped him out.

WARNINGS: Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Joel Has PTSD - Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder (The Last of Us), Hurt Joel (The Last of Us), Joel is Bad at Feelings (The Last of Us), Joel is a Fucking Idiot, Alternate Universe - No Cordyceps Outbreak (The Last of Us)

Notes:

No idea if this is right. First time posting a story on Tumblr. I basically copy and pasted this off my Ao3.

Please let me know if I did anything wrong.

Also, Reader has a name - Emma.

A simple, short two-parter.

Enjoy!

English is not my first language, so please excuse the errors.

Part One

Part Two

Joel couldn’t believe his eyes when he saw Jen on his doorstep. She was back. After fifteen years.

He had been so in love with her. And she just left. Vanished into the night. No explanation, no nothing. He had to file for divorce on the grounds of abandonment, worried that she would come back and take Sarah with her if he didn’t. She left him. She left Sarah. If not for you and your mother, he would have floundered. But he didn’t. He survived. He was basically a zombie for a few years. Going to work, making just enough to support himself and Sarah, sometimes only eating on the graces of you and your mother packing him some leftover dinners. The house, the bills, Sarah’s formula and diapers his priority.

Things got better when Tommy moved in. He was contributing to the bills, the rent, and he could be counted on to take care of Sarah as well. So, Joel had some semblance of a life, where he could kick back a bit, and have a drink or two after work, even indulging in a few one-night stands at the bar. He would never take a woman home. He would never start something with someone. No. Sarah was still growing up. He couldn’t afford for her to get attached to someone, only for that someone to leave. Like Jen did. If a mother who spent 23 hours giving birth to her could do that, what’s to stop other women from doing the same? So, no. No more relationships for him. For Sarah.

But he had you. You were this sweet, shy, dependable girl next door who Sarah adored. Who he adored. He had been watching you quietly for years. He knew you had a crush on him, even from when Jen was still around. He had always found you to be attractive. And the way you were with Sarah, and her calling you Ma… But you were off limits. You and your mother took care of Sarah. What if things didn’t work out? How could he face the two of you again?

But after eight years of knowing you, he couldn’t help himself. He kissed you. He started a relationship with you, but he found that he needed to take it slow. And you seemed to understand, never pushing, never demanding anything more. He was extremely thankful to have you in his life. He loved having you around. He could depend on you. He missed you when you were not around.

He was sure he loved you. He cared so much about you, and wanted to give you everything you wanted, if you had asked for it. But he thought he loved Jen too, the woman who just upped and left him with a three-month-old. He had no idea what he had done to make her leave. What if it had been his fault? Was he lacking? Did he not provide enough for her? Did he not pay enough attention to her? He was completely blindsided when she left. Took him a long time to accept it.

What if he made you leave too? And, what if he only felt this way for you because you were taking care of him and Sarah? He had asked Jen to marry him immediately after she told him she was pregnant, only a few months into dating. She had been hesitant, but he was so in love with the idea of love and family. So he coaxed her into it, and she said yes. What if he unwittingly forced you into the same? What if you realized he was lacking? What if you left him and Sarah too?

This arrangement he had with you was going great. This way, neither of you would get your hearts broken, right? Things were alright. You can take it slow. He needed to be sure that when he told you he loved you, he meant it, and that he was really ready to take it to the next level. In the meantime, he would work hard, and make sure he could give you and Sarah everything you deserve when he was ready to take the next step.

Before he knew it, seven years had gone by. Tommy had met someone and married her after only two years. And you and him were still living separately. He could tell you were questioning things, but he saw how close you and Sarah were, how much you cared for her, how much you loved her. And all he could think of was that he would fuck it all up, just like he did with Jen.

One day, he came home from work to you talking on the phone. You ended the call as he came in, and since then, you looked like you had something on your mind. He was starting to panic. What were you thinking about? Were you finally fed up with his reluctance to move forward? No… he had to do something. This weekend, he had to take you somewhere nice. He had to tell you everything he had been feeling about you. You needed to know.

But then here he was the next morning. Jen on his doorstep.

Sarah was stunned. She had no memory of her mother.

But Jen asked to talk. So, for Sarah’s sake, Joel agreed, asking you to give the three of them some time. And just like the dependable, kind, trusting person that you were, you gave the time he asked for without question.

Jen explained. She told him she was overwhelmed back then. Having a baby at such a young age. Being a stay-at-home mom. She wasn’t prepared for that life. She saw her friends having so much fun, and as much as Joel gave her the freedom to party to heart’s content when he got home, it wasn’t enough. She found herself not liking the person she had become. That she was ashamed of feeling like a bad mother and a bad wife. That she had PPD, which, while undiagnosed, she could tell she did suffer from – she had been doing some reading, trying to understand why she did what she did. And she realized that now, she had found herself, and if they would let her, she would very much like the chance to make it up to them.

So she started with Sarah, going out with her, being the fun mom Sarah had always wanted. You were a bit more of a disciplinarian, and Sarah really enjoyed having a bit more freedom with Jen. When Sarah mentioned not being able to go for a movie that weekend because she had promised to go out with you, Jen was hurt, she reminded Sarah that she was her mother, not you. She may not have been there, but she gave birth to her, and she really was trying, here, and Sarah calling someone else Ma really hurt her. So Sarah, who had spent her entire life wondering why her mother left her like that, wanting to please her mother, obeyed and stopped contacting you.

Jen progressed with Joel too, asking Sarah to get him to agree to the three of them doing things together, as a family should. Joel relented, only because he saw how happy Sarah was that her mom was back in her life. He knew you would understand, and you did. He wasn’t cheating on you; he was only trying to make his daughter happy.

But over time, he found himself enjoying the time they spent together as a family. He had dreamt of this when they first found out Sarah was coming. This was his dream. And Jen had really changed, it seemed. Jen would join them for movie nights, cooking for them, so different from the Jen who used to live here. She was happier, no longer moody, and genuinely seemed to want to make things work for the three of them. Sarah seemed happy to see him and Jen got along too. Joel was worried that she had withdrawn from you completely, but Sarah told him point blank that he had never even told you he loved you, or even asked you to move in, and yet, he was more than willing to accept Jen back in his life at the snap of a finger, so did he really love you in the first place? Because if he did, he would’ve insisted you come along, be a quartet, not a trio. Plus, Jen was her mother, not you.

Sarah had a point, Joel thought. He was a grown man, surely he would’ve told you he loved you if he really did, after all, he had years to do so, and yet he didn’t. He felt ashamed of himself, like he had been using you all this while, but… was he? He was sure he did love you. When you told him what you had heard Sarah said on the phone, he brushed it off, not really knowing how he felt about it, but he could tell you didn’t believe him. The New York trip had been Jen’s idea. She’s turning sixteen, she told Joel. Spoil her, just this once. Take her to New York, take her shopping. She would love it. So he said okay, anything to make his little girl happy.

When they got there, Sarah kept pushing the two of them together, leaving them alone all the time, making solo plans so that Joel and Jen could have dinner together, and when it was time for her to blow her birthday candles, she wished out loud, ‘I wish my Mom and Dad would get back together’. Joel thought about it over the weekend, as he slept on the couch in the suite’s living room. He was still with you, so, he wouldn’t do anything to betray that. He had a heart to heart with Sarah that night. And Sarah told him she couldn’t see why he wouldn’t want to get back with Jen, she was her mother. And if he really loved her, he would bring the family back together.

Of course, she didn’t tell him that Jen had fed the words right into her mouth. All of it. Including her birthday wish. And she was just too happy at the prospect of being in a ‘real’ family, she obeyed, like a good daughter would.

So he let you go, and moved Jen back in.

But the moment that happened, Jen changed. Gone were the home cooked meals she would make for the three of them. Gone were the family outings. Joel found charges on his credit cards that were way too extravagant. Sarah started backing Jen to him, eager to please her mother whenever he chastised her. Jen slacked around the house, demanding Joel get her a maid to help out, rather than do things herself, spending her days shopping and primping up instead. Joel and Jen fought every night, about everything and anything. Joel realized what a big mistake he had made. But when he asked her to leave, Sarah would beg him not to do that, she had just gotten her mother back, please don’t make her go. Jen would smile smugly when Sarah backed her up. But Joel wasn’t going to let her use him like this, so he cut off her access to his accounts.

Jen went berserk. Calling Joel every name under the sun. Joel endured it, for Sarah. But then, after just a few weeks, even Sarah started to see how toxic Jen was for her and her father. When Sarah asked her for help with homework, she waved Sarah off, not interested to help. She was never interested in Sarahs games or plays, citing she had better things to do than watch brats run and prance around. When Sarah came crying to her with boy problems, she rolled her eyes and said still a baby, I see. Sarah kept thinking that you would never speak to her like that. She missed you. But Sarah was too engrossed with the idea that her mother was back and was to ashamed to admit she may have been wrong in encouraging her Dad to take her back. She cried in the backyard, her problems feeling much bigger than it really was, and looked longingly at your house, where she saw you and your mother having dinner together. How she wished she had the courage to run to you. But no, she couldn’t risk her mother leaving again. So, she went back inside and cried into her pillows, wishing you were there to hold her like you always did.

It all came to a head one day. A day after she turned sixteen, Jen had brought Sarah to the bank, asking her to withdraw all the money from her considerable college fund, threatening to leave if she didn’t. Sarah woke up that day. She refused, and Jen had slapped her across the face. Hard. Calling her ungrateful. When they got home, Sarah locked herself in her room, while Jen got insanely drunk, and banged on Sarah’s door to the point of denting it. Sarah was terrified. She told Joel what had happened the moment he got back home, and everything Jen had told her to say to him all this while. Jen had slapped her hard across the face again, calling her a useless bitch. She went on a rant about how she should’ve aborted Sarah the moment she found out about her. How marrying Joel was the biggest mistake of her life. Joel, shielding Sarah from his demented ex, asked why she came back, if that was how she felt.

“I wouldn’t have come back here if I had other options”.

That’s what she said. And it all came out.

The man she had left Joel for had left her. For a younger model. She had nothing to her name, no job, no money, nothing. And she had found out that Joel was doing well. That was all. She didn’t have PPD, she didn’t care about Sarah, she didn’t care about Joel. She just needed a place to stay until she could plan her next move. But Joel turned out to be a boring man who just wanted a wife, it seemed, and Sarah, a boring teenager who just wanted a mother. What a disappointment these two were, she said, slurring her words. She went back into the kitchen looking for more alcohol, before falling asleep on the kitchen counter, still rambling about her ‘unfortunate’ life.

Joel put Jen to bed, and he and Sarah packed her bags up that very night. Sarah slept in his room that night, terrified of what Jen might do to her in the middle of the night. Joel and Sarah couldn’t sleep. They kept thinking about how much they had screwed up, Sarah apologizing to Joel so many times over. She was too happy to have her birth mother back, she forgot about the mother who raised her. Joel shushed her, saying he was at fault too. He had been too caught up in the romantic idea of the three of them together, he forgot the woman who had been there for him all these years, who he now realized, he was very much in love with. You were sincere from the start; you did things for the two of them because you loved them, not because you expected anything from them. Never demanded anything from them. Just their love and devotion, which they both had selfishly denied you since Jen came back into the picture. Joel was so ashamed of himself, Sarah was young, at least, she didn’t fully understand what she was doing. But him? What was his excuse? Joel couldn’t think of one, except for sheer stupidity.

They will talk to you tomorrow, they decided, and beg you for forgiveness.

Except, when they woke up late the next day, it was to the sounds of a moving truck starting. They rushed outside, only to see you and your mother got into your car, and drove off, your eyes glancing at the two of them for a mere second. You had moved, with only your clothes and personal items. The house was still furnished. And sold. You were not coming back.

Jen screamed when she realized they had packed her bags, begging both of them to forgive her. But she was not a threat when hungover, so Joel drove her to the bus depot, gave her a hundred dollars, warned her never to come back into their lives, and threw her out.

He and Sarah searched for you. You left no forwarding address, you had no social media, and you changed your phone number. Sarah cried for weeks after that. Joel kicked himself for losing you like that. For making you feel the way you must have felt. But it was all too late. You left.

Five years later, Joel received a text message from Sarah, she had found you. Joel got into his truck and drove to the city that very day.

Sarah couldn’t believe she found you. But you were… different. Apart from saying her name when you first saw her, you didn’t speak at all. She begged you to give her and Joel a chance to explain everything, to apologize, please, Ma. You looked at your watch, in a hurry to get to work. So Sarah suggested you meet her and Joel there, at that café, that Saturday, at 10 am. You nodded, before turning and walking away, your feet confidently carrying you fast to your destination. She tried to go after you to get your number, but you disappeared in the crowd.

That Saturday at 9.45 am, Sarah and Joel entered the café. It was busy, but there were plenty of seats around. They took a table next to a window seat, a man with a sleepy toddler in a stroller sitting there, drinking his coffee. Sarah cooed at the toddler, who was fast falling asleep, trying to find something to do while waiting for you to show up. Joel made small talk with the man, chit chatting about the weather.

At 10 sharp, you walked in, clad in a long winter coat, scarves and gloves, a handbag on your shoulder.

Joel stood up, transfixed by your presence. You looked beautiful. Matured. Confident. Even from one look, he could tell that you were no longer the shy person that you were before. You got yourself a coffee, and sat opposite them, not speaking. You unbuttoned your coat, placed your handbag at your feet, took your scarves and gloves off, holding them in your left hand on your lap, your right one holding your coffee, sitting straight, not touching the table and waited for them to speak. He asked how you were, you didn’t answer. No hugs, no kisses, no hellos. Your face unreadable.

Joel and Sarah got the picture.

Sarah began, telling you it had all been her fault. She was young, impressionable, other girls had always bullied her for not having a ‘real’ mom, which you knew, you had often held her close until she fell asleep when she cried about it. So, when her mother showed up, she wanted her to stick around, and forgot that she already had one in the first place. And she had encouraged Joel to take her back at her mother’s insistence, not realizing how much hurt it would cause you, or even them, in retrospect. She apologized again and again, tears falling from her eyes.

Joel told you how much of an ass he had been, how stupid, how blind, how he didn’t realize how much he loved you until you were gone. How he was too absorbed by his own trauma that he didn’t see how he was causing you one too. How he took you for granted, how he stupidly allowed the mentality of his young and vulnerable self who was left with a baby take over when Jen came back and let go of you for someone who was using him for her own convenience, chasing the dream of a happy family he had always wanted with her before she left. How dumb they were for believing her excuses for leaving in the first place, how he should’ve known that she had never changed, and will never change. How he realized how much of a dick he had been to you, after everything you and your lovely mother had done for him and Sarah. How much he missed you, how much he loved you, how much he was still in love with you, that he hadn’t found anyone who could compare to you, didn’t want to find anyone but you, and how he would do anything to have you back in his life, and to have you forgive him.

You remained quiet.

Sarah continued, telling you about what Jen did after she moved back in, how she was too ashamed to go to you, and how much she regretted what she had said about you not being her ‘real’ mother. She would do anything to take it back, but she couldn’t. She told you what happened the night before you left, and how she and Joel had planned to go over and beg your forgiveness but were too late.

Joel told you how he had been searching for you all these years, almost going so far as hiring people to look for you but was advised against it by Tommy. Sarah saw you that morning completely by accident – she was doing an internship in the city for a few weeks. How happy they were that they found you, how lucky they were to have had you in their lives back then. How they knew it may be too late, but please forgive them, please give them another chance.

You listened.

But then the toddler in the stroller stirred. Your eyes moved towards her, as she woke up, giving you a toothy smile. You smiled back at her, and then at the father, who was looking at you, also with a smile.

You placed your half drank decaf coffee on the table. You stood up, your coat open, and began to button your coat back up.

That’s when Joel saw them. Your pregnant belly. Your ring finger, garnished with a beautiful engagement ring, and a wedding band.

The man at the next table got up, pushed the stroller forward, and stopped next to you.

“You ready?” he asked you, one hand on the stroller, the other held out to you.

You looked at Joel and Sarah.

“Thank you, for the apology and the explanation. Have a good rest of your day.”

You took your husband’s hand, and he began to lead you away.

“Wait, Ma, please…” Sarah said, shooting up from her chair.

You stopped, turned, and looked at her.

“It’s Emma.”

***

When you got outside, you put your gloves back on. Frankie wrapped your scarf around your neck, not wanting you to be cold.

“You okay?”

“Yeah. I needed to hear that. Thank you for being here. I love you.”

“Anything for you, baby. I love you too. So much.”

He kissed you, long and sweet.

You kissed the man who had found you at this very café, when you were lost and broken, and nursed your heart. Who was himself a broken man. Who stood by you as you healed each other, built each other up. Who never let you doubt how much he loved you. Who never took you for granted. Who committed to you as soon as possible as if afraid you would float away.

The man who was now your husband, the father of your children.

***

Joel and Sarah watched the two of you, Sarah’s heart heavy with regret. Joel could only watch as the woman he loved kissed the man she loved. The man that he had once been, the man loved by you, but was too stupid to appreciate what he had, and now, he will never be that man again. Ever. He could feel his heart break. He knew he would be living with this pain for the rest of his life. All he could do now was move on, and hope that he could be a better man, and that one day, way into the future, this pain he was feeling would be numbed.

CONTINUED IN 'TINGLED'

[mist-see]

I don’t wish you well. 5

Short story.

Inspiration from Brent fiayaz; darling I don't wish you well

Italics=English

Yandere Reader × Neytiri X Jake Sully

Summery: he didn’t know why you didn’t like him, but maybe if you started liking him, you’d forget?

⚠️warning⚠️

None.

That’s not a future you wanted to live. You wanted to live your own way, not to be forced into something you didn’t want. Is this how Neytiri felt when she was promised to Tsu’tey? Being forced to be the future tsahik when all she wanted to do was be a worrier, a hunter who provides for her clan.

Now that was you, minus the whole forced to be tsahik thing. You’d truly go insane if that was the case. If you were to marry the two of them, then you’d do anything in your power to become the Olo'eyktan, because the clan needed a strong worrier, not some lame who found himself lost in a forest.

All your life you wanted something simple. To be the best. To live a quiet life taking care of those you love while also providing and protecting your home. You’ve thought about your future, it was all planned out. To become the strongest worrier in the clan, maybe even get married and bear children, to continue your line of succession. But that was in the far far far future.

Although you liked kids, you only had limited patience for them. You were far too immature for any of your own.

And now, now your future was sealed. No more contemplating about the small things that you want to accomplish. It was done.

All of these things running through your head, you were distracted during the hunt, arrows not making a lethal hit, only injuring your animal brothers and sisters because of your foggy mind.

“Tsmuke,” Tsu’tey calls out after you pull the knife from the yeriks neck, your prayer to Eywa ending once you open your eyes. “Yes, Ma Tsu’tey.” Your voice was low as you wiped your knife clean and slid it back into its sheath. “You’re distracted, disturbed by something. What happened while visiting the tsahik?” He asked, crouching down next to you to help tie the arms and legs of the yerik. You couldn’t hide much from this man, always having a keen eye, studying over the ones he cared for.

“I…” you closed your eyes, releasing a harsh breath from your nose. How are you to tell your brother you're marrying someone whom he already has claimed? “I am to be promised to someone..” You never took your eyes off the animal below you while you spoke, but you could feel Tsu’tey’s amber eyes glaring at the side of your face

“And… you do not want that?” He placed his hand on your shoulder, causing you to drop the fake focus and turn to your brother who stared in concern. How were you to ever tell him…

“This person is already promised to someone… but tsahik says for the sake of the clan we must get married. Not only that but I am to marry two people. I don’t know what to do… what to say to this person who has to give up their future wife.”

Tsu’tey lets out a long hum, coming to understand how you felt. Grabbing the yerik from the rope, he threw the animal over his shoulder and began walking to his pa’li, you following beside him.

“I feel where you are coming from… I am not in love with Neytiri, but she is resilient and beautiful. And she has a kind heart. But she isn’t her, and she will never be her. What I am doing is for the clan, and maybe one day I can grow to love her as my parents grew to love each other… at least I think they love each other.” He snickers, throwing your dinner onto the back of his pa’li.

You almost felt your eye twitch, but you pushed that feeling back knowing he meant nothing by it, and instead rolled your eyes as you watched the male mount his ride. “Your parents love each other the best that they know how.” Ateyo and Artsut were his parents, controlling and strict as they are, you strongly believed they loved both Tsu’tey and his younger brother, Arvok.

Did they suck at showing it?… perhaps. But they loved them.

You attached your queue to your ride before mounting it. “And… if it was you in this position. If someone were to take Neytiri away from you?… for the clan of course.” Placing a supporting hand on the yerik you had in front of you, both of you and the joining hunters turn to return to the tree.

You watched as Tsu’tey’s face contorted into one of confusion. He looks off in the distance for a while, trying to find an acceptable answer that he meant genuinely. Soon his face fell into a softer one, next his shoulders shrugged. “Well, tsmuke… if that were to happen, I wouldn’t have much of a choice but to accept it. As a normal reaction, I would be upset, having to lose my future wife once again,” Oh Eywa, why’d he have to phrase it like that? “But for our clan, I would do anything to keep it safe, to keep tradition going.”

This caused you to release a breath of reinsurance, eyes returning to the path. “Why do you ask?” You hoped he wouldn’t say that. But as of recently, luck wasn’t on your side. “To prepare, tsmukan…”

You could feel his stare on the side of your face, intuition telling him that you were hiding something. He was slightly concerned, but more offended by this. You tell him everything, the fact you didn’t tell him this made him want to force his way into your business. But with a grunt, he drags his amber eyes back to the front.

“Jake Sully.” Your ears perk up at this, but you try to pretend you have no interest, keeping your eye low as if you were not bothered. The truth is that the name made your back itch.

“Who?” You asked, invisible brows going downward, convincing him you truly didn’t know who that was. Tsu’tey grins at this, a hefty laugh leaving his throat.

“The one Neytiri is training, the one we aren’t fond of.” You rolled your eyes at the reminder. “What about the freak?”

“He seems to have this… interest in neytiri. Not only her but you as well. I see it, and I know you do as well.” Tuh, don’t remind me brother- wait what. With a clenched jaw, you were quick to turn your head, invisible brows crashing together. “What are you implying?” Your ears press against your head, an unwanted nervousness bubbling in your stomach.

Tsu’tey never looks at you as a grin grows on his face. “About Neytiri or about-“ “about me.” “Don’t act like you’ve not seen it sister!” He exclaimed with a booming laugh. You were entirely confused. Mostly because anytime you were near Neytiri you wouldn’t even glance at that man unless he did or said something stupid.

“Explain to me what you mean..” you mumbled, eyes slightly squinting as you looked forward, trying to think of a time that loser idiot thing of a Navi gave you even a look until the other day.

“He takes small glances at you. But when you are far he is confident in studying your mannerisms. His eyes do not say lust in them,” thank Eywa . “but instead he looks at you with curiosity, he’s… cautious with his looks, knowing you’d call him out. He’s almost studying. As if you’re a threat of a sort.”

You smirk at this. He’s watching me because of Neytiri. “I am a threat. I do not trust him. All he needs to do is give me a reason and I’ll serve his false body to my Ti’San. My ikran shall suck the meat off his bones if he chooses to push his luck.”

You, Tsu’tey, and the other hunters make your way into the opening of the tree and travel to the butcher's den to skin and distribute the meat.

But once again, you seem to catch someone’s eye.

What does she know? Jake Sully thinks as he sits near the stairs, bone knife coming to a stop from carving into his training bow. He watches as you grin and laugh, teeth almost perfect except for the slightly chipped one on the bottom row. Huh, he huffs. He had never actually seen you laughing before, it was kind…magical in a sense.

How can someone so scary and intense laugh and have beautiful emotions? You were a robot, no emotions! So how come you’re laughing, cheesing even at Tsu’tey at that? He’d understand Ka’ani or Enid making you laugh, they were some funny blue fellas-but Tsu’tey?? Be serious.

He scoffs as he watches the same male help you take the yerik off your pa’lis back, making you slap his shoulder. Yeah, she could’ve done it herself. Shaking his head he suck’s his teeth. He needed to make amends with you. He doesn’t know exactly what he did to make you act the way you did, especially when he sees you laugh and smile like that at the person who didn’t like him.

Whatever it was he needed it to stop, to be forgotten. Because he couldn’t let you know about the plans he had with the RDA. Especially because he didn’t even know what he was doing… he was supposed to get information on how to move the ometicaya out. Here he is, decorating his bow as the girl his heart beats fast to is upstairs preparing for a hunting festival.

He should be focused on getting home. Getting his real legs back.

But go home to what?

Pestering parents, a dying earth, no wife no kids. Not even a car in his name. The only thing that’s waiting for him back on earth is bills, rent, and paying Uncle Sam's taxes.

Here you don’t get that. Yeah, you may almost die trying to pick some fruits and hunt some food, but in all honesty, it’s worth it. You can breathe here. He can walk here. He couldn’t do that back on earth.

So why is he doing this? He should just tell them the truth, he should’ve done it the second he walked in through the tree.

“What’s got you thinking?” He flinched at the sudden voice, only to relax back into the wood stairs when he saw Neytiri. “Oh, is the setting up almost done?” He asks, putting his knife up and placing his bow down.

Neytiri raises her invisible brow, noticing how he dodged the question. But her parents raised a stubborn woman. She sits down beside him and looks where he was staring, the closed curtain of the butcher’s tent. “What is wrong Jake?” She asks again, eyes already back on his.

He hesitates to answer, smaller eyes glancing back at the hut before releasing a breath from his nose. “Your friend… Y/N? Was it?” That was the first time he’d ever said your name, Neytiris eyes even widening at the mention of you. “Yes, what happened? Did she get hurt on her hunt?”

She asked, accent rushed as she was about to stand at the thought, but Jake gently pulled her back. “What?-no no no. Um… I just wanted to ask, Is there any way you can tell me how to get on her good side? I’ve noticed she doesn’t like me very much heh.” He chuckled awkwardly, not knowing how to word it without sounding like a weirdo.

But Neytiris's eyes only widened in excitement at this. “Yes!” She smiles. “She doesn’t like you very much.” Wow, ouch. “But she can learn to like you. Like how I did! I got to know you. She is my best friend, sa’nok Grace would call us, I have to make my best friend and my friend get along, so I am glad you asked.”

And so that’s when it started. It started with simple things, Neytiri egging the male on by trying to get him to talk to you, to have a simple conversation. She told him what you did and didn’t like. You liked eye contact, you found it endearing when people didn’t look at you with fear or nervousness, made you feel normal and it showed confidence.

You didn’t like loud speakers like most elders, he didn’t have a problem with that having naturally speak lowly himself. You didn’t like rambling, liking the person to get straight to the point even if it hurts. You liked your own space, not getting touched unless you were close to that person, that was an easy request to follow.

It was now the next day, everyone buzzing around, getting ready for the hunting festival while the hunters went to their families for prayer and hugs, then to the tree of voices just in case they didn’t make it back that day.

But Neytiri delayed her day for Jake, helping him into his gear as they spoke about you, glanced at you from a distance.

“She believes people can give off a negative energy through physical touch. She’s very superstitious, like my mother in some ways.” Neytiri says as they watched you help your little sister with her chest piece, your fingers lingering just a little as if you were praying protection on her. You were a completely different person when it came to the people you loved and cared for.

He gets it.

He understood why people felt the way they did around you. Scary on the outside yet you had soft intentions. Maybe not to him but… he’ll get there.

“When she lays her hands on you it feels…” she hesitated, trying to find a word in her limited vocabulary.

“Intentful.”

Jake finished the women’s words as he watched you give the rest of your siblings a hug for good luck on the hunting party.

“In-tent-ful?…” she repeated back in a question, big eyes turning to look up at Jake. “Mhm.. it means to mean something, to put your all into something purposeful.” His heart couldn’t help but flutter at those amber eyes that stared into his. Neytiri smiles with a small nod. “Yes, that describes her touches. You have to speak to her before we ride. To wish her well, maybe even get to know her.” He feels his breathing stutter, sudden nervousness shooting up his body.

“I don’t think-“ “Go now!” He gets shoved off, feet almost tripping against the moss-covered ground. Clearing his throat awkwardly he looks back at Neytiri who greets him with a wide smile and a thumbs up as she retreats upstairs to get Seze ready.

When he turns back around he gets greeted with the soft muscles of your back as you spoke to a fellow hunter. Okay, okay don’t be pussy, I got this, I got this. He makes his way up to you. The female warrior across from you was the first to see the alien walk up to you, causing her to stop her conversation and nod behind you.

Thinking it was someone you knew you turned around with a small smile, just for it to turn into a look of slight disgust. Okay, ouch, again. For some reason, it hurt more when it came from you rather than Tsu’tey or the other Navi who still didn’t like his presence.

Was it because he’s seen the way you act with others? And he secretly wanted that from you? Or was it because you were a real bitch that hurt his damn feelings.

“What.” It was more of a command than a question. Sucking his teeth he sighs. I got this. Eye contact. Jake gives you a soft closed lip smile, causing you to raise your brow. “I wanted to wish you well on the hunt, not that you need it, I know you’ll do well.” You almost cringed at the ass-kissing.

Instead, you tilted your head and scanned his features, trying to see if there were any underlying lies in his words. He begins to shift awkwardly at this, the silence eating him up as he watches your darkened eyes scan his eyes, down the flat of his nose to his thinner lips, his strong chin, his neck, and back up. What is she looking for?

“I will do good.” You suddenly spoke in Navi, your eyes snapping back up to his, causing him to gulp, heart pounding in his chest, he was sure you could hear it. “Be careful with this hunt Jake,” his brows crash together, shocked to hear those words, fully expecting to hear a threat or a scoff. But when you step closer, and lean in, causing him to stiffen “We may be the hunters today, but even you can still be hunted.” You leaned back, eyes meeting his.

He looked frightened. That was definitely a threat. He didn’t know it but you were joking, kinda. You knew you couldn’t kill him yet, but it was still funny watching him squirm in discomfort. Smirking you raised your hand and placed it by his neck, thumb pressing gently on his collarbone. “You be safe. I will be on the front with Neytiri, so you are on your own. Don’t die.” You meant it this time. You were meant to marry him later on in life, he had to be alive. Unfortunately.

Once again Jake was left in complete shock as you pulled away. A threat and a semi-goodluck. You were entirely too confusing. He watches you pull away and make your way towards the stairs.

Putting his hand on his heart he stutters in a deep breath, heart pounding hard as if he gotten jump scared. He couldn’t tell what this feeling was. It was mixed, fear and something else. Fear and comfort perhaps? Your statement seemed pretty real like you meant that he should be safe.

“Do you know any colors in English?” It was now after the hunt, later that night where people gathered around the fire and listened to the music the Navi played with their drums. A lot of people got hurt, you were lucky enough to get a gash on your arm, Neytiri had more small cuts on her cheeks to go with the rest of the collection, Jake sully with sprained wrists he achieved when his ikran brushed past a tree as he was aiming, Tsu’tey was mostly unharmed with another nick in his ear. The herd today was aggressive, but it was worth it.

Inhaling a deep breath, inhaling the fresh meat of Talioang being cooked with others. Jake Sully has a newfound confidence, he had managed to make a kill of his own, and I guess that gave him confidence to sit down and speak to you. Rolling your eyes you looked off to your right where the male sat with a dumb grin. “So’nak grace has taught us some. Why?” He shrugs his hand coming down to gently rub the leaf spleen that sported some numbing herbs. “I just wanted to know. Do you have a favorite color?” You squinted your eyes at him, not completely understanding what he was trying to achieve. Is this his alien way of small talk?

Chewing the inside of your cheek, trying to hold your tongue from saying something bogus you complied. “Yes, sure… I like browns, purales… uh-the color of the trees” It’s been a while since you’ve had to speak colors. Jake's stupid grin forms into something sweet, something soft as he hears the words you pronounced wrong. “Purple? Purple and green.” He didn’t know he was smiling like that, soft and innocent. He watches you roll your eyes at the correction before you turned to the fire pit. Suddenly the drums got louder and the singing increased. The loud shouting of the Navi goes into a steady half-drunken chant to welcome the dancer who swayed majestically down the stairs.

“There she is…” you mumbled with a soft smile. Jake looks down at this smile you sported, the same one he had on his face just a second ago, before looking in the direction you were looking. There she was. Neytiri swayed and danced rhythmically with a wide smile on her lips. The cloth that hung from her arms blew as she moved with the songs she and the others sang.

She is beautiful. You thought as you gazed. You always looked forward to these celebrations, rarely seeing that smile ever since her sister died the year before.

“Y/N te sezelu Ke’it’ite.” Moat. Taking your eyes from Neytiri you look up at the tsahik who was wearing a beautiful iridescent gown that flowed elegantly around her figure. Her braids for the first time flowed down with beads attached to the ends. A soft breath left your nose as you raised your hand to your head in a greeting. “ Oel ngati kameie tsahik.” “I see you tsahik.” Jake copied your actions. Please don’t do anything embarrassing. It was like she read your mind. With a smirk she raised her hand, motioning you and Jake.

“You used to be such a dancer, my child, what happened?” “A lot of death happened.” She hums with a thick-lipped grin. She didn’t find your words funny, but she did find her teasing funny. “You should get up. Show Sully our ways,” you squinted your eyes at the old lady. If looks could kill moat would be with Eywa.

Moat then looks back at her daughter dancing with a fond smile on her face. “Go dance with her. Take Jake with you.” Even with a soft smile on her face, her voice was firm and serious. Uh uh, no way. “I’m not in formal wear tsahik.” “I’ll give you a pass.” Moat gives Jake a stern look, making him stand in a hurried way. “Yeah- we should dance. That way you could teach me.” He looks down at you with a soft smile. Ugh, that smile… you internally groan and look away, hand coming up to rub the pounding in your chest. You were nervous, you hadn’t danced since you were 16, you were now 18, with scars. Mental and physical.

While you didn’t notice, Moat sported a sneaky grin as she backed away from the two of you and made her way back to her seated husband, and Tsu’tey. Who was watching the whole thing with narrowed eyes.

Notes; heyy….👀I know I haven’t updated for awhile…oopsie. But no, I am still very much in the avatar community, I just lost track of time 💀 sowwie

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Part four<<<<<

Part six>>>>>

[joelsmochi]

Desperation - Javier Peña

Plot — [ofc] Jackie is visiting Columbia for a short getaway and meets a man who can satisfy her…In more ways than one.

Part 2 here.

Warnings: horrible spanish sentences + grammar (bare with me y’all i haven’t studied in a few years), speaking of spanish there is quite a bit of spanish conversation in (mostly in the beginning but some during the… act), some typos (edit: i did a lazy proofreading) smut (MINORS DNI beyond this point).

Smut Warnings: this will be disgustingly long and descriptive and perhaps a little awkward to read so this is your warning now, cocky!Javi (as expected), unprotect piv (it's a story y’all std’s don’t exist in this timeline), choking, hair pulling, light (?) slapping (out of praise), squirting, good girl bombs, daddy bombs, oral (f & m receiving), LOADSSSS of pet names, anal + (judge me 🤗), drinking + tipsy sex, vaginal creampie, possible ooc javier?

Word count: 6.9k (i didn’t mean to i just couldn’t stop writing😭)

translations will be in purple at the end of paragraphs ! so the format will be a lil ugly but ik not everyone speaks spanish + if my spanish is worse than i remember/could figure out then i want y’all to know what i’m trying to say without having to scroll up and down [BIG SORRY]

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The warm air is thick tonight, pooling a layer of sweat over Jackie's skin as she swings her hips around to the music. Her newly made friend, Angie, startles her by yanking her arm and pulling her from the middle of the bar.

“Jackie, miras!” Angie exclaims. Jackie finds a smile playing on her lips at how pretty Angie sounds saying the most simple words; she admired how beautiful the language is, and how much more precious it sounds coming from the Colombian woman. “Este es el hombre del que te hablé,” she says while pointing to a blonde-haired man. Jackie’s lips curl downward as she examines him, impressed with his leather jacket and choice of haircut. “Se llama Steve Murphy. Èl es muy, muy lindo, ¿verdad?”

[Jackie look! // That's the man I was telling you about. // His name is Steve Murphy. He is very cute, right?]

“Meh,” Jackie mumbles, “No es mi tipo, pero… Tú y èl, veo, pero ¿conmigo? No.” She looks from Angie back to this Steve Murphy, suddenly seeing a man just as well dressed by his side, but much more her type. Dark hair, tan skin, and pants that give her flashbacks to the 1970s (which made her all the more interested as hers were as well). He seems a little more brooding than the other man, but Jackie isn’t one to back down from a challenge especially when it consists of getting a fine man like this one’s number. “Angie… ¿Quién es el hombre en la derecha?” She wonders while looking at her friend.

[He's not my type. I can see you and him, but me? No. // Angie, who is the man on the right?]

“Hmm,” Angie mumbles. “No sè. ¿Por qué?” She drunkenly giggles. “¿Crees que él lindo?”

[I don't know, why? You think he's cute?]

Jackie scoffs, batting her eyes back at the man whom she makes eye contact with. She maintains the stare they are sharing while she responds with, “No. No lindo. Él es sexy.”

[Not cute. Sexy.]

“Well,” Angie urges in English which catches Jackie's attention once more. “Go say hola, perra.” Jackie laughs at her friend’s persistence and stumbles over her heels after being gently pushed. The man watches her strut over to him and his friend, eyeing her outfit up and down and making the mental note that she’s not dressed like the average Colombian woman.

[perra = bitch]

American? He wonders.

“Buena,” she says after reaching their bubble. “¿Cómo estáis?”

[Hello, how are you (guys)].

“Somos bien,” the dark-haired man says with a cheeky smile, “¿y tú?” Jackie watches his eyes follow the curvy lines of her legs and hips. He finds the way she bats her eyes a huge turn-on for a reason he cannot explain and he almost falls to his knees when she sends him a more-than-obvious flirty smile.

[We're good, you?]

“Mas o menos,” she shrugs earning a curious looks from the two men, “me sentiría mejor si me dijeras que eres soltero.”

[More or less... I'd feel better if you told me you were single.]

“What’s she saying?” Steve asks with a questionable expression.

“She’s flirting with me, shut up,” Javi utters out of the side of his mouth. Jackie threw him off of his own game, making him feel slightly incompetent but it intrigues him nonetheless. Although he finds her formality a bit strange. “Eres Americana?”

[Are you American?]

“Sí. Mi español es poco formal, claro… Espero que encuentre lindo… Mister.” Jackie sends the tall man a sensual look through her eyelashes, watching his partially exposed chest rise and fall with anticipation. She hopes that maybe he will find her lack of cultural exposure cute or funny enough to keep him intrigued which works wonders on him — he chuckles at her words, admiring her confidence despite the jab he made.

[Yes, my Spanish is a bit formal, of course... I hope you find it cute.]

Why is she here, he thinks, vacation? School? Family? Relocating? He wants to—needs to know more.

“Sí, sí. Eres formal, mm-hmm, pero no limitada,” he adds before offering her a cigarette. She takes it gently and he swears she has the touch of an angel, though he is already a bit tipsy so he might just be being dramatic.

[Yes, true. You are formal, but not limited.]

“Cómo se llama, Papacito?” She daunts seductively after he lights her cigarette.

[What's your name?]

“Me llamo Javi, y el es Steve.”

[My name is Javi and this is Steve.]

“Ah-huh, my friend thinks you’re sexy,” she says to the blonde man. She raises an eyebrow as if she misspoke. “Well, cute. She used the word cute.”

Steve obviously blushes, but slaps his hands on his knees and shakes his head bashfully. “Lo siento, but I am a happily married man.”

[lo siento = i'm sorry]

She feels a bit saddened for her friend but Angie always bounces back fast, so Jackie turns to find her friend dancing in the crowd on a random guy; laughing she looks back at Steve and shrugs. “Looks like she’s already forgotten. She knew you by name though, you come ‘round here often?”

“Yeah, sometimes,” is all he says. He senses the tension between his colleague and Jackie but notices the tension in Javi's pants a little more.

Jackie squints at Steve for his shortness but regains focus on her original intention. She raises her head to watch Javi fold his glasses into his shirt pocket, trying her best to not drool over the prodding veins in his arms or the peak of hair on his chest. Instead, she maintains eye contact (with the occasional glance at his lips) and takes a small step closer to him.

“May I pull you away from your friend?” She asks, just barely speaking above the music. Javi catches the briefest glance into the gaping space between her cleavage and chest, in fact, the glance is so brief that Jackie doesn’t even notice it. He begins to think about what her nipples looked like as well as if she has any hidden tattoos anywhere and if she did, then what would they look like? He can see she’s not one to wear a bra so that makes him wonder if she’s not wearing panties either.

“Only if you tell me your name,” he says hoarsely.

“Jackie. Jackie.”

Jackie Dawns, what a pretty name, Javi thinks, very fitting for the beauty standing in front of me.

She catches Javi looking towards Steve for permission to which Steve doesn’t give him much of a reaction or response, just a sly smirk. Growing impatient, she grabs one of Javi’s hands and pulls him gently. “Only for an hour or two,” she promises.

Well, the hour or two slipped away pretty fast and the sun is beginning to set painting the sky oranges and pinks. The pair can’t seem to get enough of each other, it certainly rolled Steve’s eyes more times than anybody could count, who, by the way, is beginning to regret not bringing his wife as they had originally planned. Watching Javi and Jackie dance together, whether it was slow or fast or romantic or sexual, makes Steve realize how little he has done to show his admiration for his beloved spouse so he gets up from his seat after paying for their drinks and walks towards the tipsy couple.

“Hey, Javi, I’m gonna get home to the misses,” he says in his real thick accent.

Jackie notices the time on a clock nearby, immediately feeling guilty. “Sorry, I musta let the time slip,” she says.

But Steve shakes his head. “No, don’t apologize. Real quick though, when a lady becomes your wife does she still want flowers?” Jackie squints at him again but with more annoyance laced throughout her features. Steve takes that as a yes and nods stiffly. “Flowers it is.”

“Get her flowers she actually likes, not roses just because they're a classic.”

Steve stiffens up even more. “I—…” Guilt riddles his face and Jackie gives him an incredulous look, basically calling him a lousy husband without actually saying it. “I’m gonna go now, uh… See you in the office Monday? All right, bye Javi.” He gives Jackie wide eyes indicating either annoyance or intimidation. “Jackie.”

Javier laughs at Steve as he walks out before turning back to you. “I think that’s the first time I’ve seen him speechless,” he laughs.

“Dumbass doesn’t know his wife’s favorite flower,” Jackie as well. She places her hands on his chest and he smiles down at the red nail polish on her long nails. “See something you like?” She flirts after they’ve begun swaying to the music again, both of them noting the Phil Colins song Another Day in Paradise playing.

“Your nails are pretty, just like you,” he practically coos. She touches her nose to his warm one and smiles big and wide. “So… What are you doing here in Colombia?”

“I could ask you the same,” she says, “but because you asked first… I am in medical school.” Javi gives her an impressed look which bothers her, but not for any reasons he could control. “I hate it. It’s not what I wanna do.” She slowly puts space between their faces so that she can look at the specks of sunspots barely showing along his cheekbones.

He shrugs. “So why do it?”

She scoffs and looks down for a moment. Her nails tangle together behind his neck and her cheeks blush at the way he looks at her. “Because my parents would cut me off if I didn’t go.”

“So?”

“You say it like it’s simple.”

“It is.”

She slaps his chest playfully. “Stop using that tone, it’s rude.”

He chuckles. “Sorry, honey.”

Jackie finds herself smiling even harder at the nickname wishing she could hear the way it rolled off of his tongue a hundred more times before the night ends. He has a way of speaking that makes her feel like a teenager in lust again. She feels his hands dip an inch below her waist, and if she could take him on one of the counters nearby she would have her way with him. Those sultry brown eyes of his are the only thing she is praying to see for the rest of the night, though she is willing to sacrifice looking at him if it meant him fucking her through an orgasm.

But she played it cool. A little too cool for Javi’s taste.

“What d’you mean? It’s simple?” She asks.

He wishes he wasn’t so nonchalant about it, knowing good and damn well it’s not that simple most of the time. But he knew what he truly meant. “You won’t get to enjoy any pieces of your life if you ask for permission for everything.”

Jackie is amused, her expression not hiding it either. “Oh, this is coming from the grown-ass man who was about to ask his coworker to dance with a pretty girl?! That is rich.”

Javi takes the hit with stride, using her laughter as a reason to bring his lips to her ear. “You know if you like asking for permission so much… I can make you beg.” He pulls back to look into her now idle eyes. “All you gotta do is ask,” he teases in a whisper.

“What kinda car you drive?”

“Uh…” He is confused by the change in topic. “Cherokee, why?”

“Bigger than mine.” She slowly steps away from him to the door nearby. “I hope that’s okay, Mister?” She pouts at him, waiting for a few seconds.

He pushes the door open and walks behind her. “It certainly is, honey.” They reach his car and he leans her up against the trunk door, hanging his head over hers. “The sunset looks beautiful,” he speaks quietly, gently tracing his calloused fingers over her smooth jawline.

“You’ll look even more beautiful once I get you moaning my name,” she mumbles against his lips.

While he certainly did not doubt her abilities, he wanted to appear stronger than that. “Oh, mi amor, I’ll get you speechless before I’m done with you so then you can beg me to stop.” She shuffles her legs a few times to relieve some tension on her clit, to no avail of course. She’s hoping he’s not all bark and lives up to the aura he gives off. Javi noticing her prolonged silence smirks and gives her lips a sensual kiss. “Looks like I’ve already done it.”

Rolling her eyes, she can’t contain her smile. “Your dick better be good, you little cocky smart ass.” He laughs and opens the passenger door for her, but she just lets herself into the back seat. “Drive somewhere secluded.” He obeys without question, and after only about five minutes of driving he sees her moving in the backseat but before he can process what’s happening she sits her panties over his jean zippers.

He adjusts his rearview mirror so that it’s down on the seductress and sees her eyes reflecting a devilish grin his way. Then he sees her hand trail over her slit, watching her pretty red nails work wonders around her folds to get her juices flowing. He can see that as desperate as she is to please herself she is saving her most sensitive bit for him. His foot presses harder on the gas pedal causing her to giggle; he looks at her reflection again and watches her spread her slit open for him to see. He lets out a heavy sigh and palms his stiff length through his tightening jeans.

Javi makes it to a secluded part of a beach not too long after, wasting no time getting in the back seat next to Jackie; he moans loudly when he presses his lips to hers in hunger, loving the way she clings to him so perfectly. He lays her on her back and gently curls his nails over the outside of her thighs making her whimper. He savors the taste of tequila on her tongue and the smell of her Love’s Baby Soft perfume.

As their tongues tangle together Jackie reaches between their heavy bodies for his belt buckle. He lifts his hips a little to give her more room to work with, but she fumbles over her own eager hands regardless. “You’re an impatient little thing, aren’t ya?” He laughs over her chin once his pants are unzipped. “Gonna have to teach you some manners.”

“Oh yeah?” Jackie quips, Javi responding with a hum. “How you gonna do that?” She coos while palming him beneath his briefs.

“I can show you better than I can tell you, pretty girl.” She moans and giggles at his response, throwing her head back on the seat and running her hands up his back just to dig her nails into his shoulder blades, dragging them down his back. He hisses at the pain but chuckles regardless. He smacks this side of her thigh a little sharper than he intended, but she doesn’t seem to mind. “I was gonna be a gentleman about it, but—“

“No,” she interrupts, “I want you to use me.” Her nerves are becoming needier and needier, making her feel antsy and more submissive. She doesn’t want just to fuck anymore, she wants to feel controlled and tamed which is out of character for her. Javier normally doesn’t mind obtaining a dominant stance, but he worried he wouldn’t be able to fulfill her particular desires. She seems much more in tune with this realm than he is and the thought of not being able to please her enough crosses his mind more than once…

Much like her, however, he doesn’t back down from a challenge.

“You want me to use you?” He whispers.

“Yes.”

“Is that it? Huh?” He slides his trembling hands up her stomach to her chest to her neck, gripping it tightly causing her to choke and cough a little bit, but the smile on her face tells him to not remove his hand so he tugs at her neck to lift her face to his. “Is this what you want?” He groans. She only nods, feeling out of breath from her excitement, but grips a little tighter making sure he isn’t hurting her. “Use your words.”

“Yes.” She tries to kiss him but he pulls back feeling unsatisfied with her shortness, urging her to use her words once more. “Yes, Javi, te deseo mucho. Dentro de mi.”

[I want you a lot. Inside of me.]

“Mm, mm-hmm,” he moans finally releasing her neck, “Not yet.”

“What?” She exclaims, propping herself up on her elbows. She watches him untuck the rest of his shirt before sliding down to her naval, kissing it tenderly and sending a devious smirk her way. She jumps at the ticklish feeling, giggling out of embarrassment which he finds cute. His mustache scratches at her inner thigh where he places his kisses as she constantly bucks her hips upwards in an attempt to get his lips to her clit, succeeding after a minute or two. He forces her hips down onto the seat and glares at her. “Please, please, I’ll be so good if you do this one thing for me.”

“Well,” he says tauntingly, “that’s an offer I just can’t refuse now, is it?” He drags his tongue all around her vulva for a few seconds to see how impatient she grows but to his surprise, she remains pretty steady, so he decides to reward her with a juicy kiss to her clit.

Her body had been begging for stimulation for so long that the single kiss he gives her is enough to eject a loud moan out of her, one that was full of relief. He chuckles at her response and kisses it the same way again, only this time darting his tongue out for a quick second to get a taste of her skin. He doesn’t taste much, so he goes down to her slit, using his thumbs to spread her sopping lips before laying his tongue flat on her entrance and giving her a series of kitten licks; he moans at the combination of saltiness and sweetness, swearing to himself that he can also taste the fruity shots she was taking earlier. The mix of alcohol and hormones coursing through his body has him feeling more pleasure from eating her out than he would have ever expected. He loves the way her hair falls over her eyes, how her hands fondle her breasts and nipples over her shirt to add to her physical experience as well as his visual one, and how gentle but confident she sounds while she pleads for him to keep licking the way he is—all of the little things he normally doesn’t pay attention to just adding up and giving him reasons to keep going.

His lips permanently planting themselves atop her clit so that he can begin sucking on it is what drives her to the edge. She hits the top of her head on the door behind her from how hard she throws her head back, but she ignores the pain. Realistically she has no choice but to ignore it with how rough he is sucking her into his mouth, still managing to maintain some comfort with his slick lips. As the tingles build deeply inside of her clit her fingers go flying to grip the short hairs on his head. She feels layers of sweat pooling on her forehead and her inner thighs, and her nipples perk up indicating her nearing her orgasm. She cries his name louder and louder, before remembering she promised to be good.

She asks, “Can I come? Can I please come?!” He refuses to lift his head up out of not wanting her to lose this feeling, so he just nods eagerly onto her clit while mumbling mm-hmm’s. “Fuck,” she screams, “yes, please, please, please—“ Her pleas are interrupted by air getting caught in her throat when he clit begins to throb.

Javi almost cums at the feeling of her pussy throbbing between his lips so he lifts his hips a little to halt any friction from the seats. He shakes his head up and down to make a grinding motion on her clit wanting her to feel this good for as long as possible. Her thighs tremble around his ears and his scalp begins to sting with how hard she’s pulling; the knots in her stomach only seem to get bigger and she refuses to pull away. Not like he’d let her anyways, that is until his jaw begins to hurt. He comes up to kiss her again not even bothering to wipe his face clean.

“You wanna be used?” He asks against her lips.

“Mm-hmm,” she moans into their kiss.

“Yeah?”

“Mm-hmm.”

“How do you want me to use you, baby?”

“Use my mouth.”

His brows raise and he grins wide while she licks her juices off of his stubbly chin. “Your mouth?”

“Mm-hmm,” she repeats.

“How ‘bout…” He pauses to analyze her facial features, spotting some wet mascara on her cheekbone beneath her fallen curls; he smirks as he knows it from her squeezing her eyes shut so hard from her orgasm. “…You ride me until you’re about to cum… And then you let me fuck that pretty little mouth of yours?” She melts beneath him at his request, fluttering her eyes shut and peppering kisses along his cheeks. “Does that sound good?”

“Oh, yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, daddy,” she corrects. He gives her hip a few love taps, helping her up onto his lap. For the time being neither of them even bother taking his pants off, she just pulls his semi-hard shaft out and traces his warm tip along her folds, sinking onto him slowly. They both gasp the closeness, indulging in the feeling of him stretching her out gently. She pops a hand behind his ear, the other laying flat against his sheened chest. She feels his member twitch and grow harder inside of her, and gives him pleading eyes as she fully sinks him inside of her. “Daddy?”

“Yes, baby?” He encases her face in his clammy palms, adjusting his posture to get more comfortable for her.

“Can I come just one time on you first?”

“No, baby, I told you what I wanted.”

She whines, rolling her eyes. “Just one time, it’ll be so quick—“

“Don’t be stubborn,” he hisses, landing a smack on her ass cheek. He struggles to maintain his composure at how it practically jiggles back into his hand. He smacks it a few more times just to watch her ass move against him, grinning wide at her her body moves. “You said you’d be good for me.” She bites her lip nervously, annoyed at her promise. His dick is now fully hard and he admits, “Your stubbornness is sexy, though.”

She grins bashfully and lifts her hips slowly. “Mmm, I have that effect on you, huh?”

“Sí, mama, me gusta una reto.”

[Yes, mama, I like a challenge.]

“¿Una reto? ¿Qué eso?” She questions as she builds up a steady pace. “A challenge?”

[qué eso = what's that]

“Verdad.” He gently tugs at one of her nipples, memorizing how her discharge feels pooling around the base of his shaft onto his balls. His face contorts when she digs her nail into his chest and feels her walls swell around him.

[Correct.]

He loves the way he fits so perfectly inside of her, the way they both curve into each other is majestic for the pair. She props her feet up onto his thighs and rocks her hips in a grinding motion which makes her pussy feel tighter as he enters and exits repeatedly. His hands grip her hips so tight his knuckles slowly turn white, and he notices that she is out of breath but continues fucking him relentlessly. She had never been so needy for a fuck before; her hair is sticking to the sweat on her forehead, her shirt is clinging to her back, her hips aching from the grip this man has on her — all of these uncomfortable things and all she could think about was riding him as he told her to.

Jackie switches from a grinding motion to bouncing, rounding her shoulders so that her head isn’t hitting the roof. Javier’s fingers find their way to her top to tug some of the buttons loose. He goes to pull it off of her so she moves her arms to make it easier but ends up losing her balance which makes him slip out of her and she nearly falls off of his lap. She laughs at how evident her being tipsy is.

“You okay?” He asks after lifting her back up, placing a few kisses along her newly exposed collarbone.

Giggling some more she nods. “I didn’t realize how much I was leaning on you.”

He smiles, pulling her hands behind her waist and slouching himself further down after putting his aching cock back inside of her. “Let me help you out,” he says, his tone hinting at yet another dare. Locking her arms in place he begins thrusting up into her heat going well beyond her g-spot, but never too far. Her walls begin to spasm against his length and he grunts seemingly angrily. “You better not cum.”

Insistent, she shakes her weak head. “I’m not, I’m not, I promise.”

“Good girl.” He raises one hand up to smack her cheek lightly; she buries her cheek into his palm afterward to signal she wants him to make it feel better which he does. She holds his forearm with her locked hands, scratching at the skin nicely just to feel as much of him as possible. “Cógeme, cariño, ¡cógeme como un rey!”

[Fuck me, honey/love/darling! Fuck me like a king!]

She moans, starts bouncing on him again earning the freedom of her arms, and touches her forehead to his. “Eres el rey de mi mundo, Javi.”

[You are the king of my world, Javi.]

He sweeps her lips up into a kiss as if he were trying to swallow the words as fast as they had come out. Despite his typical confidence with women, he must admit that no one has ever made him feel the way she does. He likes the excitement and the praise, hell her looks alone were getting him rock-hard earlier. He can’t even respond with words, he just reaches his arms around to grab handfuls of her ass to bring her in closer while still kissing her sweetly. Jackie feels the pressure inside of her growing again intensify when Javi uses the pads of his fingers to rub tiny circles on her clit. She claws at his neck and shoulders to draw out the feeling as long as possible without cumming again and before she knows it she hops off of him and kneels between the small space of his legs and the center console.

She practically shoves whatever she can fit of his cock into her mouth, gagging when his tip tickles the back of her throat. His fingers tangle themselves in her hair and he pushes her head down carefully, craving the feeling of her throat closing around his dick. She bobs her head up and down occasionally stopping to take him in her throat whenever she can; a few tears fall from her eyes after gagging so many times so she pulls his length out of her mouth to stroke it with her spit-covered hands and props her mouth on his balls, sliding her tongue around every inch she could reach.

“Oh, fuck, babygirl,” he moans, “you’re doing such a good job… Yeah, you’re doing so good right now, cariño.” His muscles tense and he flinches when her thumb rubs around his tip so she goes to put him back in her mouth but he stops her. He stares at the strings of spit mixed with her precum all over her chin before enveloping her in a sloppy kiss. He moans at the taste of his cock mixed in with her juices and licks her lips much like he did her clit earlier. “Will you lay down for me right here?” He coos after wrapping his hand around her jaw, the other holding the back of her head in place. She nods and hums to confirm. “Yeah?” He smacks her cheek and it makes her smile. “You like that, princess?” He smacks her a little rougher this time.

“Yes, baby, I love it,” she says.

“Good…” He pecks her lips and taps her jaw a couple of times. “Lay back right here.” They switch spots so that she’s laying where he was once sitting and he removes his pants and boxers. Although her neck feels a bit stiff from her head being pushed up against the back of the seat she knew that once he fills her up again with his cock the pain wouldn’t even be noticeable. She eyes his thick shaft and tip while he slaps it over the skin of her pussy, her eyes growing wide when he slides the head over her sensitive bud. “You want it, baby?”

Jackie doesn’t even bother trying to come up with something witty or bratty to say, all she can say is yes over and over until he teases her dripping entrance. “Javi, te quiero mucho. I want you to fill me up with your—“ A gasp interrupts her begs of desperation after he slides the tip in slowly. He quickly readjusts his legs and pushes her thighs back so they’re flesh against her stomach. “Fuck,” she drags out, “it’s so fucking big.” He fills her up only halfway which gets her to tighten her legs around his hips in an attempt to push him in deeper but he remains idle and slaps her breast. “Please,” she whispers. After he asks what she wants she answers, “I want you—fuck, I love the way you stretch me out, I wanna feel you deep inside of me, baby.” He barely slides inside of her a little more earning whimpers from either of them but mostly her. “Please,” she begs.

[te quiero mucho = i want you so much (in this context).]

He presses his palm onto her pelvis with fingers pushing into her stomach so that she can feel him in even the deepest parts of her body. She whines out at how deep he goes, thankful he’s doing just enough to not hurt her cervix. She feels an awkward urge to pee but before she can say anything her squirt begins to splash everywhere.

“Look at that!” Javi boasts, not even thinking to stop his rhythm. “My God, girl, you are just full of surprises, aren’t ya?” Profusely blushing at his compliment she puts her hand down to signal she needs a break, but he just frowns at her and goes, “Move your hand.”

She decides to defy him and tries to wiggle out of his grip to get a reaction out of him. “No,” she quips with a grin.

“I said…” He slams her hand above her head and buries his cock deep inside of her. “Move your fucking hand.”

She sarcastically pouts. “Awe. What are you gonna do? Punish me?”

In the blink of an eye, his warm hand is wrapped around her neck. “I can do that.”

But still, she doesn’t let up, wondering how much she can get away with. “How you gon’ do it? Stick it in my ass?”

He incredulously chuckles and ponders on whether or not this is just an extremely vivid dream he’s having. He decides speaking would just egg her on to push his buttons even more so he pulls out, lines his tip up with her ass, and pushes it in slowly. She gasps with alertness in her expression—she didn’t think he would really do it. Most guys she asked didn’t, and if they did they asked if she was sure.

Not Javi. Not tonight. Not after the shitty fucking week he had. He took this woman’s confidence as a sign to take what he wants as long as the offer was on the table.

That’s what makes her even more aroused.

Watching his spit drip from his lip straight down to his dick before he slides deeper inside of her Jackie finds herself rubbing her clit and admiring the man above her. A man that knows what he wants, she thinks, and takes it? I like him. She knows the chances of them ever seeing each other again were slim to none, but she’ll always remember him.

Javi. Dark and unruly curls, soft brown eyes with harsh wrinkles surrounding them, broad but slender shoulders and calloused hands that touch her so gently, and a voice so deep it nearly rumbles inside his chest.

She bites her lip trying to ignore the pain she feels. Instead, she focuses on his mannerisms: his chest rising and falling while he slides his length inside her tight hole. The way he will pause to glance up at her ensuring her comfort. He feels her tighten around him so many times he was sure it must have hurt but every time he looks at her he sees her pleading for more with her pretty and low eyes. He manages to get about two-thirds of the way in before it becomes too tight for him.

“That feel good?” He questions, pursing his lips anxiously after she says yes. He spits a couple more times to help relax her muscles, but he notices her eyebrows furrow. Placing a few kisses on her forehead he tells her, “I got you, honey. Tell me what you need.”

“I’m fine, it’s just been a while,” she chuckles nervously. “That’s good!” She squeaks when he settles at a steady pace. He smiles down at her and slips his tongue into her open mouth, moaning at the sound of her whines. He rubs his thumb over her clit and fights her tongue with his own, letting her into his mouth eventually. She moans at the taste of her still on his lips, digging her knees into his sides and tugging at the ends of his hair. Her wetness overflows onto his cock helping lubricate her entrance. She tightens around him to add more stimulation for him and that causes him to collapse atop her body. His body is overwhelmed but he can’t get enough of how dirty she is by letting him have her—all of her. “Quiero hacerte amor con mi culo, papi,” she shouts. “Mi cuerpo te pertenece.”

[I want to make love to you with my ass, daddy. My body belongs to you.]

“Tu español suena mejor con mi reata dentro de ti, ¿sí o no?” He grips her ass to lift her hips higher, to make her more level with him.

[Your Spanish sounds much better when my dick is inside of you, no?]

Jackie trembles in his arms, crying out at the feeling of constantly being stretched out by him. “Claro, claro que sí,” she screams breathlessly. She reaches to grab the door nearby as she doesn’t want to scratch him and her fingers wipe away some of the thick fog on his car windows. She glances outside and notices how dark it has gotten, but she didn’t want him to stop edging himself inside of her. She sees how much he loves being in her mouth, her pussy, and now her ass, she just doesn’t know how much more pounding she can take.

[claro = of course; claro que sí = of course it does (in this context).]

Sweat drips down from his temples to his jawline from the thick air inside of the car and the amount of restraint it’s taking him to not finish inside of her ass. He isn’t sure where she wants it, so before he cums for her he pulls out so suddenly it takes her a few seconds to realize he’d done it. “Where do you want it, babygirl? Hmm?” He whispers against her ear.

“Hmm?” She questions.

They nibble and kiss each other enjoying the small break. “My cum. Where do you want me to cum?”

“Wherever you want,” she speaks strongly with a shrug of her shoulders. “Didn’t I just tell you that my body belongs to you, daddy?”

His eyes roll beneath his heavy eyelids. “If you had to choose…” He says regaining his composure (or what was left of it).

“If I had to choose?” Jackie grabs his dick and lines it back up with her vagina, forcing her hips forward to push his tip inside of her. “My pussy.”

He likes her answer so he just presses the rest of his dick inside of her. “Mm, I’m thinking right…” He rubs the deepest parts of her with his swollen shaft. “Here.” Her nipples harden at the feeling of him grinding himself against her walls and the stubbly hair on his pelvis tickles her clit enough to elicit a few moans from her. “You’re still so goddamn tight for me, my fucking God.” She clenches even harder around him at his little praises, telling him thank you and littering kisses all around his neck and shoulders. “Sweetheart, if you wanted I would fuck you every day.” At last, he pumps in and out of her, telling her, “You’ve been such a good girl for me tonight… You anything else you want me to do—do for you?” He grips her ass even harder, holding off his nearing orgasm as long as possible.

Her fatigued eyes barely open to look up at him, and she sloppily pushes her wet baby hairs out of her face. “I ju—oh, I just want to feel your cum.”

“Yeah?”

She cups his face in her hands lovingly with a persuasive smile on her lips. “I want you to empty your balls inside of me.”

“Oh, fuck.” His face drops into the curve of her neck.

She feels his cock twitch inside of her and it encourages her to keep talking. “I want you to fucking use me, use my pussy to cum. Yes!”

He buries himself as deeply as possible for a few thrusts, and she feels him pouring his seed inside her. Their moans and pleads mixing in the air is just enough to get one final, but short orgasm. Nothing near as powerful as before but an accomplishment for her nonetheless. He pushes his shoulders up and off of her to give their warm bodies a sense of space, but he fails to stay up for long and lands right back on her chest once again which gets a tired laugh out of her.

After a short while, he pulls out and spreads her shaky legs apart to watch his cum slowly pour out from between her wet lips. Admiring how pretty her messy body looks he leans down to place a warm kiss on her clit one last time. She flinches at the feeling but remains still in her position. She rests her eyes and runs a hand over her stomach.

He remembers that he has some napkins in his glove compartment, reaching for them and then carefully cleaning her up before he cleans himself. He sees how much more worn out she seems than him so he helps her move to give him space beside her, then twists her legs into his lap. He grabs his cigarettes from the car floor along with a light; he pops one in his mouth and hands another to her.

The pair are silent for about five minutes as neither of them feel the need to speak immediately to fill the air. They want to enjoy their highs and prolong it with nicotine. After they smoke up half their cigarettes and air out the car a bit by rolling a window down an inch or two Javi finds himself the first to break the silence.

“¿Cómo estás ahora?”

[How are you doing now?]

“Muy, muy bien, querida. Thank you for being so gentle with me.”

[querida = love/dear/darling]

It takes him a moment to realize that despite the domination she was seeking from him she still wanted to be cared for. “Of course, sweetheart. You don’t need to thank me.”

“Mm,” she groans before tossing her cigarette out of the window just before he does the same, “I know that, but you’re a man who deserves all the praise.” He smiles at the comment, reaching a hand between her hair and jawbone. “You never answered my question… Why are you in Columbia?”

“Work, confidential bullshit.”

She reaches for his chin to give it a small pinch. “I’m sure you’re amazing.” He scoffs and shakes his head. “Come ‘er.” They move so that he is lying between her legs and his head is resting on her chest.

“Hey, Jackie?”

“Yeah?”

“What’s your favorite flower?”

She laughs loudly at this and plays with his hair while she thinks of her response. “Tulips. I love tulips.”

“Tulips, eh?”

“Don’t be surprising me at my job with some damn flowers now.”

He pops his head up defensively. “I’d have to know where you worked to do that… Where do you work?”

They both laugh and she gives him a tender kiss. “I actually don’t work right now, I’m living off of trust fund money.”

“Ah, where do you live?”

She frowns seemingly offended. “I am not telling you where I live after only knowing you a day!” He can see through her bullshit easily. She wants to see him again, she’s just being cautious. Not like he blamed her for it, but he found her attempt at lying cute.

[catchingbigfish]

writeblr re-introduction | catchingbigfish

hi! call me elle (they/she). i'm in my 30s, work adjacent to the legal field in my day job, and i'm studying for my MA in english! i post more about my life over at my main, @prettytothink-so, which is also the account i follow from!

i'm a david lynch obsessive, hence the url/pfp, but i love death bed: the bed that eats as much as i do blue velvet. my primary literary influences are shirley jackson, carmen maria machado, janet fitch, confessional poets, and more recently, a healthy dose of knausgaard.

i write prose & poetry with a heavy emphasis on the body, the darker sides of life, and relationships. my fiction is character-centric, driven by ensemble casts of weird and fucked up people, and characters tend to go through exquisite and grotesque things like body horror, warped and broken time, hauntings, posessions, and sex. my work is definitely 18+ and i try not to engage with minors.

i'd love to get to know other writers, esp if you write/read any of the following:

dysfunctional relationships (particularly with ensemble casts and found or of-origin families)

horror and gothic literature

body horror, nightmares, and dream logic

romance, including sex, and relationships, esp. in horror themes

i like to say i'm always open to ask + tag games, but i'm most likely to respond to an ask game than a tag! if you wanna know more about my wips, see below the cut:

click the titles for the wip intros!

conversion

status: w/ beta readers short synopsis: Rosalyn arrives to the U for her MFA in fashion-making and falls into a group of sick women artists bonded by a disputed diagnosis. She starts faking it to fit in, finds the friendships she'd always wanted, and ends up with a choice between the unthinkable and her new ride-or-die crew.

dark academia/litfic/cult novel. this project has had me in a chokehold for 18+ months and it's the most fun i've ever had writing something. stay tuned for my query journey, coming to you probably near the end of this year!

might've been, never was

status: drafting short synopsis: Lily and her friends thought their thirties would be different. They find a way to adopt new bodies, but one of them takes it too far, and the rest have to decide whether to stop her or join in.

a satire in the same vein as conversion. currently vying with the next two WIPs for main focus while betas work through conversion. project playlist is 2 songs: teen idle and celebrity skin. the closest i'll ever come to autofiction because the idea to write "a love letter to being mentally ill in your 30s" came up when i was a teensy bit manic.

seed of the woman

status: drafted short synopsis: A woman goes on a Christian yoga retreat hoping to return to some sense of her self. Instead, she's bitten by a snake and goes on a tour through the choices that led her here.

body horror/religious horror novella. probably actually my primary focus. nightmare/dream-logic story that's my latest attempt to write something explaining how rational and reasonable a choice it would be for a woman to choose satan over god.

the awakening re-telling

status: drafting short synopsis: The Awakening by Kate Chopin, but set it in the modern Quiverfull movement/fundamentalist Christianity circles.

i've called this the awakening x duggars but it's not really about them; i'm just obsessed with the religious theme lately

so it goes

status: hiatus short synopsis: A multigenerational saga about women who see Death.

my trunk novel/magnum opus. will probably never finish. about sex, death, what we fill the void with when we let go of religion, the violence of inherited trauma, and the bridge between two states of being

[have-a-hiddles]

Within Your Heart, A Story To Be Told

Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five

Pairing: Cardinal Copia/F!Reader

Words: 4.5K/16.4K

Warnings: Vague reference to suicide, but no such act occurs. Intense bullying both verbal and physical. Reader is a Sister of Sin and is written to be quite plump. Lots of swearing, both in English and Italian.

🔞 MDNI 🔞

A/N: I’m keeping Primo, Secondo, and Terzo alive. Because I fucking can. However, Sister Imperator is still the only one aware of Copia’s familial connection. Copia knows Imperator is his birth mother, but not that Nihil is his father.

Everything takes place circa 2018-2019 between Terzo getting dragged off-stage (30 September 2017) and Copia being anointed as Papa IV (March 2020).

Tucked away in a short hallway that only led to a janitor’s closet, hiding among discarded crates of merchandise, you struggled to breathe without sobbing. It was not the first time you’d had to utilize this barely frequented hiding spot. You’d been with the Ministry for nearly five years; yet you still remained unable to find your place. It seemed to be a lifelong fault of yours; never fitting in.

Your earliest memory was of being picked last for recess sports in elementary school; of stern-faced priests telling you to stop crying, stop being so sensitive. Boys will be boys and boys like to pick on their classmates. Maybe if you didn’t present such an irresistible target, they’d leave you alone. Always turning a blind eye to your skinned knees and bruised arms.

Middle school was no better. In fact, it was worse. Now, the girls got in on the bullying too. They mocked your chosen hobbies; reading, drawing, singing. The one time you got a solo in the school choir for a special Mass for some important visiting Cardinal, they made farting and oinking noises behind you, whispering and laughing just low enough that the Sister didn’t hear them. You’d faltered in your singing, trying desperately not to cry, your cheeks flaming red. You had worked so hard on this part! It was your favorite hymn! Sister had yelled at you and berated you for not practicing enough on your own. In the end, she took the solo away from you and gave it to another girl who wasn’t as good a singer as you were but was vastly more popular.

And high school? High school was pure torture. Everything that sucked about middle school, but now with hormones and heartache mixed in for a toxic cocktail. Other students now sought to humiliate you by dangling a mirage of hope. Some bold joker would sidle up to you to say something along the lines of: “Hey, my friend over there thinks you’re super cute. You should ask him out.” And naturally, naively you did, hoping against hope that said boy was telling the truth.

Said boy never was.

University life hadn’t treated you much better, although the overt bullying ceased. You tried to keep a low profile. Went to social events even though you were an anxious wreck the whole time; house parties that your exasperated roommates might drag you on, street festivals for arts and crafts by local artisans, concerts in crowded and often smoky clubs.

It was at one such concert that you first saw the band Ghost and had something of an epiphany. If the so-called “good” people were so horrible to you; then maybe the so-called “evil” people would treat you nicely. Twelve years of Catholic school with its mean nuns and creepy priests had soiled much of your interest in faith. You hadn’t been to Mass since graduating from Saint Hubert’s. Not even for Christmas or Easter. When you’d flat out refused to attend a Catholic university, your family had all but disowned you. And sadly, that changed very little for you. They’d never been much interested in you.

Then Ghost had returned to your city, now as their own headliner instead of an opening act. You’d ponied up the money for general admission tickets to the Haze Over North America tour even though the idea of being jostled around by a bunch of sweaty strangers made you feel nauseous. You’d queued up before anyone else even got there. You’d even caught sight of the band and roadies arriving, although you wisely did NOT rush over to them even though you really wanted to. You very briefly caught sight of Papa (still Secondo at that time!) in his full robes heading from a black SUV into the side of the venue.

You’d been all but clinging to the stage, watching them and, more importantly, listening. Secondo liked playing to the pit, often making eye contact with various individuals. He had a reputation of being something of a man whore and you could see where that idea had come from. Despite his papal robes and miter (or maybe because of it?), he exuded a dark and very tempting sexuality. Still, he didn’t see you, his mismatched gaze always seemed to go to someone just to your left or right.

Then came the encore, Monstrance Clock. The quieter instrumentals reminded you of that long ago choir that you had loved so much. You had closed your eyes to take it all in, your heart feeling as though it was expanding to press against your ribs, a shuddery sensation going through you. You were a virgin, yes. But you knew what an orgasm was; and although not quite the same, this feeling was very similar. Distantly, you remembered that many paintings and sculptures depicting a spiritual awakening often called them an “ecstasy”.

Hypnotizing horns of ram Paralyzing pentagram And the eerie sound of the monstrance clock Singing

Come together Together as one Come together For Lucifer's son

You then felt as though you were falling, but you weren’t scared at all. The sensation of a dark and heated cloak being draped gently over your shoulders, wrapping you in warmth and safety, made you feel completely protected and loved. It was a feeling you had searched for all of your life and never expected to find at a metal concert! When you finally opened your eyes, Papa was kneeling on the stage right in front of you with his eyes boring into yours. And despite his very stern and somewhat scary expression, you weren’t afraid. He’d narrowed his eyes briefly then nodded at you, claiming one of your hands and brushing his lips over your knuckles. When he rose to his feet, he looked to one of his ghouls and jerked his head in your direction.

When you’d stayed put long after everyone had left the pit, that same ghoul had darted out to you, explaining that Papa wanted to see you. To say you’d been surprised was an understatement. Backstage, Secondo had already removed his skull paint, although the absence did not lessen his presence. Under the watchful gaze of the Nameless Ghouls, he explained the Ghost Project and the Ministry. As Papa, he had a few subtle quirks that sometimes helped him find those who would be excellent additions to the faith.

And apparently Satan had singled you out. During Monstrance Clock, when you’d been so overwhelmed by the music; that had been something of a test. A test to see how you reacted to His Light, His Presence. A test you passed with flying colors by not panicking or blaming the feeling on some physical malady caused by the festival environment, by accepting the warmth of the Father of Outcasts.

Did you want to join their faith? You would be sheltered and cared for. You would be protected. You would have a job for which you would be paid. You would take classes to further your knowledge. And, oddly enough, your Catholic upbringing would prove to be an advantage. You already understood the ritual and hierarchy and language. You knew enough Latin to easily understand what the prayers meant. You understood nebulous concepts like transubstantiation and substance–attribute theory.

You’d agreed with almost no hesitation.

Everything after that was a blur. You’d packed up your few belongings and quickly been instated as a postulate in the New York ministry. You’d had very high hopes after being lauded for your intelligence and organization skills. You were set up as an assistant in the library, which also gave you plenty of time to study up even more on this new path you found yourself on. As such, for the first few months, you mostly kept to yourself, your hyper-fixation on learning temporarily replacing the bleeding need for companions. When you did try to make friends, swallowing down your fear as best you could, things did not go as planned. Attempts at jokes only got you blank looks. Trying to join in on conversations or activities only seemed to make others around you uncomfortable.

After two years, it was decided that you didn’t fit in at the New York ministry. And while they weren’t kicking you out, they thought you might do better in a different location. One year in Los Angeles later, it was decided you didn’t fit in there either. So, you’d been moved again, this time to the main Ministry in Sweden.

Two years into your life here and you were still longing for that feeling of belonging that you’d experienced for a scant few moments at the festival while Secondo had sung. Secondo had “retired” and it was Terzo’s turn under the miter. He was wildly successful; more personable with audiences than Primo or Secondo, more confident and charismatic. You’d never spoken to him directly. The handful of times you’d made eye contact (during Black Mass or on-site rehearsals) he had smiled and winked at you. But you knew full-well that he did that to everyone. It was a band-aid over a slit wrist, but it was better than nothing.

Abruptly, that had all changed too and now there was no Papa, but a Cardinal was “filling in” while he was also schooled in being the new Papa. You’d only seen him a few times, his red cassock drawing attention amongst all of the black and white of the habits you and your Siblings of Sin wore. He always seemed to be off in his own world, muttering to himself in Italian, probably going over prayers or sermons. Most people thought he was a tad weird. You, however, found him a bit fascinating.

Most of the other Siblings fawned over Terzo, which you could hardly blame them for. He was incredibly popular. Cardinal Copia, though? Something about him struck you with warmth whenever you did catch sight of him or overheard him at rehearsals with the band. You found him very handsome in an off-beat kind of way. Whenever he led Mass, you were more attentive than you ever were for any of the previous Papas. Something about him just called to you.

Whatever that something was, it was obviously one-sided. The Cardinal had never so much as glanced in your direction.

You were still working as a librarian, but no longer an assistant. You were the scribe of the ancient texts; carefully going through delicate parchment of dense Latin and digitizing them so they would never be lost. Being one of the younger members in the Ministry scholary, your grasp of technology was far and away better than that of the other librarians.

You didn’t know what you’d done to draw attention to yourself; but less than a month into your time in Sweden, you were re-living junior high school. A trio of your fellow Siblings; Kaser, Lynx, and Cantata, had decided that you were a fun target to torment; with plenty of ammo at their disposal. You were still awkward and anxious. You’d developed something of a nervous stutter and struggled more than ever to put your thoughts into words. Worse, your body had decided that freshman fifteen was meant to be a challenge; as you had gained thirty pounds, so you were much chubbier than most of the others; wide hips, a sizable ass, a rounded belly, and tits that refused to be contained by most bras. Like the long-ago middle school boys, they liked to painfully snap your bra strap. Or they would trip you in the hallways. Shove you into walls. Tug off your veil when they knew Sister Imperator was near so that she would scold you for having it off.

Their favorite thing, however, was to harass you about the fact that you’d been a postulate for five fucking years! Most postulates became novices within a year and then a full Sibling at three. Were you too stupid to pass the exams? Were you such a loser that even Satan didn’t want you? Were you afraid that Papa would turn you down?

That last one was closer to home than they knew. Part of a postulate’s “graduation” into a novice was to have sex with Papa; sometimes in private, sometimes on the altar in front of everyone. You simply couldn’t stand the idea of any of the Papas taking one look at you and deciding that he was not going to put his cock in someone as pathetic as you. It had never happened before to your knowledge (and you’d looked it up!) so there was no reason to fear such a thing. But fears are nothing if not irrational.

All of which led to your current predicament, sitting on a crate of Ghost merchandise near a janitor’s closet, hiding from your triad of bullies behind a double-stack of the same crates. If the closet hadn’t been locked, you’d have been in it. You sputtered and coughed, choking on your own tears. Were you always going to be so painfully lonely? You prayed as hard now as you ever had as a Catholic… and, like God, Satan was now frustratingly silent. Perhaps it was just time to accept that you didn’t fit in anywhere and never would. Maybe you’d ask to transfer to another Ministry just to escape your abusers; but you’d stay with the church since at least your work was satisfying.

Footsteps approached, prompting you to cover your mouth to silence yourself, not wanting another round of abuse if it was Kaser, Lynx, or Cantata. You curled yourself into the tightest ball you could, cursing your extra weight for making that very difficult.

“Eh, hello?” a soft voice, lightly accented in Italian. Oh, fuck… had they lied to Sister that you’d done something wrong to get you in trouble? They’d done it before; blaming you for something they’d done. Fucking hells bells, what had they done that would prompt one of the elder Italians (of which, there were many) be addressing you?

“I’m sorry!” you burst out, covering your face with your hands. “I was just, um… j-j-j-just… ah, taking a… m-m-moment-.“ Curse that idiotic stutter!

“No! N-n-n-no, sorella. It’s… ah… okay. I only… I mean I just was passing and I h-h-heard you.”

The foreign sound of someone else stuttering made you look through your fingers. At first, all you saw was red. A long, red cassock and black gloves.

The Cardinal.

You were so shocked by the revelation that the man who would soon be Papa was apparently a bit anxious and awkward too, that you didn’t say anything for a moment. You merely stared at him, your cheeks still stained with tears, but at least you were now breathing somewhat normally.

“You’ve been c-crying,” he pointed out as if it wasn’t obvious.

“It’s… it’s nothing, Your Eminence,” you shook your head, finally remembering your manners and lowering your gaze, wiping hurriedly at your cheeks. “You needn’t worry about it. You must have many more important things to do!”

A long silence followed, both of you seeming to size the other up with caution. Strange, he was so confident and eloquent when he performed Mass or gave sermons. And now he seemed genuinely lost as to how to talk to someone one on one.

“C-congratulations, by the way!” you finally blurt out. “If… if that’s the proper thing to say. I’m sure you’ll make a wonderful Papa. I’ve overheard some of the rehearsals and you sound amazing.”

That was at least true. The Cardinal had a beautiful singing voice and a powerful stage presence.

“Oh! Eh, grazie… thank you. It’s a great honor,” he smiled slightly, his black upper lip curling up at the corners in a way you found immediately endearing. “Not to be, eh, too forward, b-b-b-but… what has so upset you?”

“It’s… it’s nothing. It’s stupid. I just… I feel like… I don’t really…” you paused, closed your eyes, and took a deep breath. “I’ve never really fit in anywhere…and even though I’m trying so hard… I don’t seem to fit in here either. Square peg, round hole.” Woah, that was the most pulled-together thing you’d said in months!

You silently prepared yourself to be told to try harder, not be so sensitive, don’t be so weird, or some other variation of unhelpful advice that authority figures always tossed at your feet.

“Sì, it’s very difficult. I understand.”

You snapped your eyes open to meet his uneven gaze head-on.

He continued, “Some people just seem to effortlessly be adored and others… others must work tirelessly to be accepted by even a few.” He sounded contemplative, even a touch sad. “It… it can be overwhelming, I know.”

“Are you saying that… you’ve had t-trouble fitting in? But you’re terrific on stage and at Mass! In fact, every time I’ve heard you talk, you’re always so sure of yourself!” you exclaimed.

He gave an ironic smile. “It helps, sorella, to have a sc-script. At the microphone, I already know what I’m going to say or s-s-sing. I don’t have to anticipate the questions or comments of others because I’m the only one expected to t-talk, sì?”

“Oh,” you said with a note of surprise. You’d never really thought of it that way. “I’ve not really ever spoken to an audience. Or sung. Not by myself anyway.”

“You sing, sorella?” he perked up, the motion making something warm slide over your heart.

“Yeah, yes. I mean… I used to. I sang in choir all through school and I was in the Mass choir in Los Angeles. I’d like to join the choir here, but they aren’t accepting new singers right now,” you shrugged, biting your bottom lip.

“The choir at the L.A. ministry?” his eyebrows rose. “You must be talented then, sorella. The choirmaster there is very exacting.”

You smiled, despite knowing that your cheeks were flaming red. That had been one bright point of the last few years. The confirmation that you did still have a good singing voice had meant a great deal to you. “He is. The rehearsals were grueling sometimes, but I loved it just the same. Music is just so… powerful. I can’t think of a better word. Even ‘powerful’ feels inadequate. It’s what brought me to the Ministry in the first place. I saw Papa Secondo during the Haze tour and, I don’t know… something just clicked in place.”

“Papa Secondo, eh? Small wonder, he was quite the commanding presence when he was Papa. Still is, actually. But, wait…” he paused, looking up and muttering in Italian. “Papa Secondo hasn’t been Papa since, what 2013? That was five years ago. You’ve been a postulate for that long?”

Motherfucking Christ on a popsicle stick, why did you have to mention Secondo?

“Um… yeah. It’s just… never felt like… the timing was right. And… if I’m honest, I’m scared,” you swallowed tightly.

“Scared?” he repeated with a cock of his head. “What is there to be scared of?”

“If I may speak plainly… it’s the whole… um… sex thing..?” Your words came out more like a question than an answer.

“You’re scared of… sex?” he said, seeming to only want to confirm that he had heard you correctly.

“Not exactly. I’m not afraid of the act. B-b-but I’m afraid of… it’s-s-s-s-stupid of me, I know… but I can’t help but be sc-sc-scared of being… rejected…” you managed to strangle out, eyes glued to your hands folded in your lap. “No one’s ever wanted me before. Why would this b-b-b-be any different?”

“Sorella, it’s not stupid. Fears like that are very… d-difficult to shake. However, being as currently said deed would fall to m-me, I can promise you that I will not be rejecting such a lovely soul.” His voice had gone a little lower and he drew closer to you, kneeling down so you were at an even level, although you didn’t look up at him.

A black leather glove obscured your view, curled fingers tucking up your chin, coaxing you gently into looking up at him. “Sorella, I promise it. I would be more than honored to help you complete your… eh… training, if that is the word.”

You chanced looking up and meeting his gaze. Even at a distance, it was obvious that the Papas and Cardinal all had one ghostly white eye. But this close, you could see that his other eye was a rather pretty shade of green. You’d always liked green eyes.

Apparently, your momentary contemplation of his eyes made him a little nervous, because he looked down, cheeks slightly flushed. “I-if-if you like, of course… I’m not… I mean… eh, Sathanas, no pressure? Is that the, eh, the phrase? If you don’t want to have me as your initiator, it’s eh… it’s o-o-o-okay. One of the other Papas would be happy to serve in my place. I know most people seem to like T-T-Terzo the best. And if I know him, he would never turn down an initiate,” he rambled slightly.

Under any other circumstances, you would have assumed that he was agreeing to make you feel better and then trying to pass you off to one of the former Papas to get out of the chore. But something about the Cardinal’s anxious patter convinced you that he was only trying to give you options, not avoid the task.

Completely on impulse, you clutched at his nervous hands, holding them still. This also served the purpose of stilling your own hands. “You don’t need to advertise the others to me. It will be you, Cardinal.”

He looked up from your joined hands with a half-smile. “It will, eh? Does that mean you’ve decided to go through with becoming a novice, sorella?”

Your breath stopped. You had just implied that hadn’t you? Shit. Shitshitshitshit! “I guess it does, Your Eminence.”

“Bene, sorella. I look forward to it,” he smiled, though his gaze returned to your hands. A small shift and he was able to press your hands into his, palm to palm, with your fingers entwined. The motion reminded you of something…

-Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much,  Which mannerly devotion shows in this; For saints have hands that pilgrims’ hands do touch,  And palm to palm is holy palmers’ kiss.

The Cardinal chuckled softly under his breath, a rather deep sound that gave you delightful goosebumps. “Shakespeare, sì? Hmm, let me think…”

Fuck! Had you said that out loud? You must have! Random Shakespeare was not going to get you anywhere and of course you’d choose a passage rife with Catholic imagery.

- Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?

Holy shit on a shingle, he was reciting Romeo’s part now? Oh Satan. Lucifer. Lilith. Hecate. Kelly Clarkson! What was the next bit?

-Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer.

-O then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do. They pray: grant thou, lest faith turn to despair.

-Saints do not move, though grant for prayers’ sake.

-Then move not while my prayer’s effect I take.

You’d both been leaning closer to each other and now were barely a breath away. You licked your lips nervously. That small gesture apparently spurned him on. He completed the connection, kissing you so sweetly that you thought you might actually pass out. You’d been kissed before; but those previous kisses felt nothing like this! Your lips felt as though they were burning, the familiar heat of arousal curling low in your belly.

-Thus from my lips, by thine, my sin is purged.

How could he even remember the next line after that! It took you a decent minute and a half to recover your thoughts and remember the next line.

-Then have my lips the sin that they have took?

He smiled, nearly grinned, teeth very white against his black upper lip.

-Sin from my lips? O trespass sweetly urged! Give me my sin again.

You were ready this time, meeting his kiss with one of your own, tenderly mapping the sensation of his lips and the searing path of want as it spread in your veins. Fuck, you already had a little crush on Copia; this would inevitably push it into full-blown infatuation.

-You kiss by th’ book.

You practically moaned that last line as you both paused, foreheads pressed together, hands still palm to palm. He was panting ever so slightly, as were you.

“You understand what I mean about having a script, sì?” he whispered softly. “Neither of us stumbled or hesitated even once. Not what you were thinking when you began reciting, I know. But, for myself at least… I would not yet have had the nerve to kiss you. But with the Bard’s words to encourage… it felt very natural to kiss you.”

You felt your cheeks grow hot, although for once it was not from humiliation or shame, but from pleased embarrassment. The way he was looking at you! No man… hell, no person or ghoul or whatever… had ever looked at you the way Copia was looking at you. There was a hunger in his eyes that made your stomach do flips. But under that desire lurked a sweet, longing kind of affection.

A beeping noise interrupted your thoughts. “Cazzo!” he hissed and pushed back the sleeve of his cassock to reveal an old digital watch. “Perdonami per favore; I seem to be running late for rehearsal. Had I the choice, I would not be leaving you so… eh… abruptly,” he apologized with sincere regret.

“It’s OK,” you replied somewhat dreamily, still feeling a bit floaty from his kisses.

“I will look for your… ehm… initiation papers and authorize them. Then you n-n-nneed only set the date,” he assured you as he rose to his full height. “I must go, sorella.”

“Oh! Yes! Right. Don’t let me keep you. Rehearsal’s important,” you nodded hastily, not wanting to come across as needy even though you wanted to bury yourself in his chest and cling to him like a koala.

“It is, si,” he allowed, before looking down on you with a fond expression. “But you are important too, no?”

He turned to leave and was almost around the corner before he stopped and turned back to you. “Eh, mi scuzi, but… I didn’t get your name, sorella.”

“Huh? Oh! It’s Y/N, F/N L/N,” you replied perhaps a bit louder than you should have.

“Y/N… lovely,” he echoed with a small smile. “Arrivederci, Y/N.”

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Chinese Ethnic Minority Literature

I just finished taking an incredibly eye-opening class about Chinese ethnic minority literature. China has a thriving minority literature scene, and it's absolutely fascinating and full of interesting works, so I wanted to share some of the authors that I learned about this semester! This is, obviously, an incomplete list-- it's pretty heavily biased towards what we read about in class, and there's probably a lot I've missed!

For any authors with full works that have been translated into English, I've listed it under their names. Some other authors may also have poems or short stories published in translation online or in anthologies.

Hani 哈尼

Mo Du 莫獨 (b. 1963) - poems

Hui 回族

Huo Da 霍達 (b. 1945) - novels

The Jade King: History of a Chinese Muslim Family (1992)

Zhang Chengzhi 張承志 (b. 1948) -novels, short stories

The Black Steed (1990)

Korean 朝鮮族

Jin Renshun 金仁順 (b. 1970) - novels, short stories

Jin Wenxue 金文學 (b. 1962) - novels

Manchu 滿族

Duanmu Hongliang 端木蕻良 (1912-1996)

Lao She 老舍 (1899-1966) - novels, short stories, plays

Rickshaw Boy (1945, 2010)

Miao (Hmong) 苗族

He Xiaozhu 何小竹 (b. 1963) - poems, novels

Shen Congwen* 沈從文 (1902-1988) - novels, short stories

Imperfect Paradise (1995)

Border Town (2009)

Mongolian 蒙古族

Altai 阿爾泰 (b. 1949) - poems

Bao Liying 包麗英 (b. 1968) - novels

Baoyinhexige 寶音賀希格 - poems

Chen Ganglong 陳崗龍 (b. 1970) - poems

Guo Xuebo 郭雪波 (b. 1948) - novels, short stories

The Desert Wolf (1996)

Malaqinfu 瑪拉沁夫 (b. 1930)- novels

Naxi 納西族

Sha Li 沙蠡 (1953-2008) - novels

Yang Zhengwen 楊正文 (b. 1943) - novels

Qiang 羌族

Qiang Renliu 羌人六 (b. 1987) - poems

Yangzi/Yang Guoqing 羊子/楊國慶 - poems

Tibetan 藏族

Alai 阿來 (b. 1959) - novels, short stories

Red Poppies (2003)

The Song of King Gesar (2013)

Tashi Dawa 扎西達娃 (b. 1959) - novels, short stories

A Soul in Bondage: Stories from Tibet (1992)

Yangdron 央珍 (b. 1963) - novels

Uyghur 維吾爾族

Alat Asem 阿拉提·阿斯木 (b. 1958) - novels, short stories

Confessions of a Jade Lord (2019)

Wa/Va 佤族

Burao Yilu 布饒依露 - poems

Yi 彝族

Aku Wuwu 阿庫烏霧 (b. 1964) - poems, essays

Tiger Traces: Selected Nuosu and Chinese Poetry of Aku Wuwu (2006)

Coyote Traces: Aku Wuwu's Poetic Sojourn in America (2015)

Bamo Qubumo 巴莫曲佈嫫 (b. 1964) - poems, academic articles

Eni Mushasijia 俄尼·牧莎斯加 (b. 1970) - poems

Jidi Majia 吉狄馬加 (b. 1961) - poems

I, Snow Leopard (2016)

Words from the Fire: Poems by Jidi Majia (2018)

Jimu Langge 吉木狼格 (b. 1963) - poems

Lu Juan 魯娟 (b. 1982) - poems

Ma Deqing 馬德清 (1952-2013) - poems, novels

Na Zhangyuan 納張元 (b. 1966) - essays

*Shen has both Miao and Tujia ancestry, as well as Han. However, I see him listed most frequently as Miao.

More Resources on Ethnic Minority Literature:

Altaic Storytelling: The blog of translator Bruce Humes (translator of Confessions of a Jade Lord, among other works). Has a fairly broad focus, but he's written a lot about ethnic minorities.

Chinese Academy of Social Sciences Institute of Ethnic Literature: China has a thriving infrastructure to support the writing of and research into ethnic minority literature, and this is one of the larger institutions. I believe their research focuses more on oral traditions, but they have some information about contemporary writers as well.

Chinese Women Writers on the Environment: An anthology of eco-fiction by female ethnic minority writers.

Golden Horse Award 駿馬獎: This is an annual award for ethnic minority literature. The wikipedia link lists all the previous winners.

The Leeds Center for New Chinese Writing: Again not specific to ethnic minorities, but features several ethnic minority authors.

Paper Republic: This organization is devoted to translated Chinese writing and isn't specific to ethnic minority literature but has information about and translations of some of the writers on this list.

Poetry International: This website isn't specific to ethnic minorities or even to China, but many of the poets on this list have pages there with a few poems translated into English.

[demonir]

I spent all day yesterday with my mom talking abt a lot of stuff but amongst all those things she let me intensely infodump about tf2 for hours and I got to show her a lot of things, here are the highlights of me showing tf2 to a white uruguayan 53 year old woman who’s only game experience is bejeweled

I first gave her a very surface level rundown of the game plot which she found nonsensical the more questions she asked, I showed her the meet the merc vids first and at the end of each I gave her extra info about them

She thinks heavy is interesting and she’d probably like him more if he was put in a normal situation where he’s just a civilian living life, she never made a fat joke abt him so lets fucking gooooooo 👍👍👍👍👍👍

Her feelings on scout are mixed and didn’t like when I said he was one of my favorites, she said I need to like smarter people (this will be her downfall later) she did like him a lot more after we watched Expiration Date and found him and Miss Pauling endearing (she was great at picking up the subtext which surprised me) also asked her what age she thought scout had and she said 19 or 20 😭 then made a joke abt his baby face when I told her his actual age

Engineer scares her a small bit and does NOT understand how he’s my number 1 favorite (it was so hard to pretend I am normal about him in front of her) thinks him playing the guitar with a glove is stupid. I explained to her a bit of the conagher family story and she said that dell basically got the short end of the stick (because he’s tasked with fighting in the war AND maintaining the australium immortality devices when australium ran out) 😭

Thinks sniper is okay, I asked her what age she thought he had and she said 50 LMAOOOOO when I told her his actual presumed age she went “oh damn then I’m doing GREAT for my age”. I went on a huge tangent about the comic’s timeline and plot just to explain to her how he’s not ACTUALLY australian and she got sad abt him :( I did not tell her abt the jarate until a lot later bc I knew it would irredeemably ruin her image of sniper, I explained to her the game mechanic and as I was going to say “it gives the enemy a negative effect” she cuts me off and goes “yeah it makes them die from embarrassment” she also made a jarate pun in Spanish that I can’t remember at all rn I’m so sorry

Did not understand a single thing demoman said in the entire video and I don’t really blame her, her English is not good or that advanced it’s quite strange because she can understand some random complex words but had to ask me what “screw you” means so yeah she didn’t understand demomans accent she did however notice it was the same voice actor as heavy. I told her about demomans background and story and she found it so incredibly strange but wished for him to recover from alcoholism because it’s not good for him 💜 I told her abt demomans charms but she wasn’t quite charmed herself sadly (she did enjoy him in emesis blue)

Like mother like child, the Meet The Spy video was her favorite out of the bunch and she very quickly clocked in on the fact spy is scouts father without me saying anything, she said that from a technical standpoint spy is the most valuable mercenary on the team (goddamn not even the medic got considered) she also enjoyed him a lot in Expiration Date and Emesis Blue, I think hes still her favorite as of right now. Also we watched lil pootis and she laughed SO hard when I told her blu spy divorced blu ma and got with blu engie. She also frowned when red spy left lil pootis in the hallway alone and made jokes about mistreating his grandson

She did NOT like meet the medic or medic himself, absolutely creeped out by him and when I told her medic is one of my favorites she looked at me and went “your concept of what’s “comedic” and “fun” is very wrong and I hope you never get a boyfriend because I’m afraid of what you’ll bring home”….. I don’t know if she was serious or not 😭 I also never mentioned liking medic that way but I guess she fucking clocked me for it anyways. I tried to give her some medic propaganda and she found him tricking the devil to be very funny, I haven’t asked her if her opinion on medic has changed after watching emesis blue tho (I’m very curious to know since it’s a very different interpretation of him) I haven’t told her a single thing about heavymedic because I am afraid of what she’s gonna do with the knowledge of tf2 ships and I’m probably gonna keep it that way. She did seem charmed by the way medic genuinely loves his doves since she’s an animal lover herself

Soldier scared her a bit but mostly confused her, her initial reaction was rejection because of his ultra patriotism, nonsensical lines and violent tendencies however he grew onto her rather quickly to even make it to like second or third place on her list of favorites mainly because I told her about his raccoon sanctuary and the fact he is a great boyfriend (I didn’t tell her abt the naked honey fighting… I’ll show her later) and a great friend to demoman as well (she finds their cross faction friendship adorable)

Pyro absolutely TERRIFIES her she was utterly horrified by the meet the pyro video and doesn’t know what scares her more, the idea that pyro doesn’t know what they’re doing or that they do and do it anyway. I didn’t get to tell her abt pyro becoming a CEO in the comics but I’ll mention it eventually, the interpretation of them in emesis blue probably did not help her be less scared of pyro lmao. Also she thought the baby mercs in the meet the pyro video were oddly adorable and wants one….whatever that means

Overall she said the age of the game shows itself in the videos with their quality and what not and I also told her they were animated using SFM and briefly explained how it’s a free software fans have used for years to make fan content. Also she thinks the blu spy head in the freezer is the FUNNIEST shit ever

Her thoughts about Expiration Date:

She noted how this was obviously more recent because the quality was better

When she saw scout asleep in the van she went “that’s how I sleep”

She picked on a lot of details that I didn’t think she would and actually hearing her thoughts about the video after was rather fun, she did note how scout had used what he learned from spy later on the fight against the bread monster with miss Pauling for example

Nearly screamed when the bread monster ate the dove and let out a sigh of relief when she saw it was ok

Found scout very endearing when he explained he knew girls like Pauling don’t like him

The bit with the bucket made her laugh out loud I had to pause the video because she was curled into a ball laughing

I had failed to explain that they have teleportation technology in tf2 so when she saw the teleporters she loudly went “what the FUCK is that”

Loved miss Pauling a lot in fact before watching this video she asked me if we were gonna see her at some point since I had already spent a while talking abt her earlier

She didn’t have a lot of comments about other stuff I showed her that are worth mentioning but she loved emesis blue! She’s like me about liking weird confusing movies so that part she loved a lot but could do with a bit less violence, at one point whenever the characters were in danger she’d cover her face and go “they don’t die do they?” Over and over again lmao

I plan on showing her more stuff although it’s slightly difficult bc of the language barrier, if y’all have any videos or stuff you’d like for me to show her plz share but be aware of that

[verdemoun]

backstage of a talent show where all her friends (who saw this with her), her aunty, her da, her grandda and the guy who she’s supposedly having an affair with are there, and the da starts trying to fight the guy who shes had an affair with, only for the ma to reveal it was actually an english tutoring group she was attending. and the main bit of this conversation that makes me think of them is da/lenny “why didn’t you just tell me?” ma/sean “i didnt want to say anything because well the idea that someone like me could go back to school-the idea that someone like me could even go to university, well it didnt seem possible. i thought theres no point in telling anyone about this because its not actually going to happen. its not real.” da/lenny “well lets make it real if thats what you want” SORRY FOR THE YAPFEST you dont have to make anything of this it just honestly made me think of ur au macsummers and how sean has better access to education but is insecure about his abilities AND I JUST WANTED TO SHARE MY THOUGHTS WITH YOU SORRY😭

that is the most precious thing i have ever fucking read.

maeve would have heard them having a hissed argument at her show, with sean preferring lenny to think he's having an affair over admitting he was considering going to school, only to drop 'that's da's teacher he's helping him practice his reading now just a remember i'm the star of the show rn'.

lenny was flabbergasted. sean looked humiliated. lenny couldn't stop himself asking why he didn't ask him if he really was trying to learn to read and sean admitted a) when lenny reads it's just distractingly hot. like lenny reading to him was one of their date things in canon era, he can't listen to lenny reading even if it's that stupid condescending sounding out words without wanting to jump his bones and b) sean gets. really short tempered and angry when he doesn't understand something. it's misdirected embarrassment but he is working with someone who to tutoring in prisons and is really immune to responding to sean's outbursts, whereas they both know it would start a fight because they have always fed off each other's energies better or worse. but mostly the first point.

lenny makes it clear that he is overwhelmingly supportive and if sean does decide to go to school he is with him 100% of the way and they can make it happen. he also squeezes sean's hand when sean tries to dismiss it as too hard and says it is fine if he wants to quit doing the lessons or whatever but he's just, so proud and in love with him for giving it a shot and maybe sean could read to him next date night, which earned him a questionably passionate kiss and maeve making the typical child disgusted by parents showing affection noise.

maeve proceeded to go on stage dressed as her grand-da darragh (who she has never met in this timeline but heard and loves all sean's stories) and give a speech about british pigs and the unification of ireland that ruffled more than a few feathers. especially when her monologue ended with adams family style fake blood spurting from her sleeves as she collapsed to the ground screaming 'for ireland!!' before dying. her parents were all very proud and talked the teacher down from suspension to 3 days detention.

[glubby-guppiez]

*I MADE A TMNT AU [WIP]

*cw: typing quirk

*Oroku family info

*Basic synopsis

*Turtles are from a zoo in Guatemala

*The turtles are Central American Snapping Turtles

*They were stolen and mutated by Baxter Stockman

*Baxter Stockman is the main villain and the turtles work to stop him because he is too far gone and has hurt so many people and creatures in his quest for vast knowledge and is completely apathetic

*)(amato + Foot clan does not affect the story

*The turtles + Splinter lived in Guatemala until they met April and then they moved to New York to go after Stockman

*The turtles start off as regular mutant turtles, but early on during the events of the AU, get mutated further into dragons (friends idea)

*Character Info

*Shared info about the turtles

*Central American Snapping Turtles *All were originally named by the zoo *When they are mutated into dragons, their heights increased *The mutation process was very painful *Wings grew out of their backs and broke their shells at the top where the wings grew *Knows/speaks/writes in Spanish and English *Keeps their original weapons *Learned ninjitsu and self defense similarly to Mutant Mayhem and Bayverse via books and videos but also by watching humans at the dojo that is right above where they live

*Michelangelo

*)(e/)(im Cis male *5'11" (Pre-Dragon) *7'2" (Post-Dragon) *Very muscular build *Lost one of his right toes *Wears cheap gym shorts and an orange sweater around his shoulders that soon turns into his mask after he mutates into a dragon (tears off a sleeve) *Nunchaku on belt *Stickers on shell, including an anime sticker Raphael put on as a joke that won't come off *Old mask had the iconic Mikey short tails *Gay *The Leader *Optimist *Actually good at strategizing *Tries to stay energetic and joyful even when it's inappropriate *A little bit insensitive tbh *Not entirely on purpose he just doesn't understand why everyone isn't happy-go-lucky and constantly optimistic like he is *#1 Cheerleader *Tries to keep good relationships with his family *Very loving and supportive of them *Learning empathy is part of his character development *Mondo Gecko becomes a love interest for him later on

*Madonna (Donatello)

*She/)(er Transfem changed name *6'4" (Pre-Dragon) *7'6" (Post-Dragon) *Largest and most muscular turtle because of her Bo training and mechanical handling *Wears skirts and an apron with lots of storage, including a large tool belt *Steal's Raph's clothes even though they are small on her *Paint splats on shell *Braided mask tails *When everyone's masks broke because of the second mutation, she made everyone but Mikey new ones (Mikey immediately tore up his sweater and made a new mask) *Straight *Group inventor *Not very good at organizing her thoughts and explaining her inventions, and tech is always very messy and hard to follow *Personality is like Rise!Donnie but toned down *Doesn't really get mad but sulky *Very bad grammar *Often butts heads with 'Nardo *)(as a large bo collection and only uses her least favorites and never the ones she really likes unless she has to *Small crush on CJ in the beginning (purely one-sided and goes away after a while)

Leonardo

*)(e/)(im Cis male *5'8" (Pre-Dragon) *6'7" (Post-Dragon) *More scrawny and lanky than the rest of the group *Was effected the most by the second mutation out of the group appearance wise *Wears comfortable loose clothes like hoodies and sweatpants *Plain, long tail mask *Wore glasses before second mutation *)(as a dragon carved onto his lower shell (he begged asked Madonna to do it) *AroAce *Main intel of the group *Very observant *Non verbal and writes everything that comes to mind in these journals called: "Big Book of 'Nardo Thoughts" and hopes to publish them one day. *Thinks he should've been the leader *Geography nerd *Otaku

Raphael

*She/)(er Cis female *5'4" (Pre-Dragon) *7'4" (Post-Dragon) *Muscular but chubby build *Wears feminine clothing mainly jeans and crop tops but also skirts and dresses *Mask tied into a nice bow *Madonna put nail polish drawings on her shell *Paints hers and Mikey's nails *Lesbian *Sassy like 1987 Raphael *Very girly and feminine *Very protective of her family *Does have rage strength *A voice of wisdom/reason *Still kind of childish *)(angs out with Splinter a lot *Gets a girlfriend named Marilyn

Splinter

*)(e/)(im Cis male *5'6" *47 *Bushy-tailed Woodrat *Wears a dirty ass expensive silk bathrobe that he stole from a human that he WILL NOT take off *Raph likes to style his fur *Straight ally *Only knows Spanish *Reads a lot and taught the turtles how to read *Great cook *Mediocre dad *Was taken from his own parents at an early age so he has no clue how to parent outside of instinct and books *He's trying he goes to the PTA meetings he goes to them/ref *Brought home a whole bunch of girl books for Madonna when she came out to him *Praises Mikey for his optimism *Adores 'Nardo's writing *Wants a wife so bad

Baxter Stockman

*TW FOR MENTIONS OF ABUSE *)(e/)(im Cis Male *5'5" (Pre mutation) *6'4" (Post mutation) *56 *Black and Brazilian *Buzz cut (Pre mutation) *Skinny build (Pre mutation) *Becomes a fly mutant *Much more muscular post mutation *)(air grows out *Kind of looks like Super Fly *Wears stereotypical lab gear *Questioning AroAce *Very devoted to his work *Abused and neglected his wife (April's mom) and daughter (April O'Neil) *Made the turtles, Shredder, Splinter, and other mutants *Everyone )(ATES him *Rightfully so *)(e uses mech suits to fight like 2012 him in season 1 *CJ is his pupil early on *Kind of a bitch to CJ *Sadistic *This man gets very uncomfortable to be around after he's mutated *Like bro wanting disect and study every living thing he comes across after the mutation *Throws a fit when he's wrong about something *Has a deep desire to be all knowing

April O'Neil

*She/They/It Demigirl *5'8" *19 *Afro Latina *She has dark brown hair styled in afro puffs *Skinny but athletic build *Sports a black and yellow track suit with a white undershirt *Bisexual *Daughter of Baxter Stockman *Tech whiz *Madonna's best friend *Big sister figure to the turtles *Grew up in Guatemala and moved to New York with the turtles and Splinter shortly after meeting them *)(er dad's #1 hater *Fluent in Spanish *Knows English, but it's rough *Uses a gun *Dating Karai

Casey Jones (CJ)

*They/)(e/It Nonbinary (fine with gender neutral or masculine terms) *5'2" *17 *White *)(as that 2000's mid length emo boy haircut *Wears Jeans + Band tee and a lab coat *Main inspo from 2012 Casey design wise *Omniromantic (pref for men) Asexual *Kind of wimpy and doesn't fight *Mainly uses mousers and other robots *Stockman's pupil until he joins up with the turtles *Works alongside 'Nardo and Madonna *Genuinely scared of Mikey *Grew up in New York *Failed Art Class and will have to repeat highschool they are so salty about this it is not even *Geek loser *Main personality inspo from '87 and 2012 Stockman

*I will write about more characters later and more lore but rn this is all you get. If you wanna see specific characters or if you have any questions, feel free to ask me my ask box is open!