#and i really would die for the 6 of us as a group n i dont want fleeting feelings to come in between that but idk how to avoid it??

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You're The Only Exception

Summary: Between wanting to be accepted and saving a life, Hyun-Ju takes comfort and finds hope in you as the only exception.

Pairing: Hyun-Ju x GN!Reader (No pronouns used)

Warnings: angst, mentions of transphobia, transphobic, guilt, the death of Young-Mi, she deserved better 😭😭

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Author's Note: Thank you so much for requesting this, I hope you enjoy it! I didn't know whether to put for angst that people were looking at her weird bc she's trans or her feelings guilty for not saving Young-Mi in time, so I used both

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If being in the games was hard for anyone, it would be for Hyun-Ju. Looking for acceptance in a place where you're fighting for your life isn't ideal.

The only comfort and trust she could find was in you and Young-Mi. You felt bad for her as nobody wanted to team up with her or really talk to her. It would be nice to get out of your comfort zone.

For the second game, you teamed up with Hyun-Ju, an old lady and her son, a younger girl named Young-Mi. You survived thank God, but still wanted to know Hyun-Ju more.

Back in the dormitory, she was comfortable telling you and the team about her identity and her whole backstory.

"I accept you Hyun-Ju."

Those words stuck with Hyun-Ju. It's all she ever wanted, to be accepted for who she is.

"You're safe here, you have us."

It was like the family and love have been waiting for her in this place. She just had to look more deeper.

Unfortunately, that comfort wasn't going to last long. For the third game, it was mingle. When the carousel stops spinning, there will be a number on the screen announced and you have to form groups of that number and lock yourself in a room before the timer runs out.

Hyun-Ju made sure to stay with you and Young-Mi, both of you alive and safe. Everything was going well until one round.

You, Hyun-Ju and many other players were running to get to a room safely. Unfortunately, Young-Mi accidentally got pushed and couldn't make it to the door on time.

Hyun-Ju notices this and tries to save her. You looked at the timer, knowing there wouldn't be enough time to save her and you and all the others in the room would be dead.

Another player, Myung-Gi goes in and locks the door. Young-Mi rushes to the door and cries for Hyun-Ju.

Hyun-Ju is yelling for her and the whole thing made you feel bad.

Bang

Young-Mi drops the ground and is unresponsive. Hyun-Ju grabs Myung-Gi by his shirt and starts yelling at him.

"It's your fault! I could have saved her!"

"If you did, you would be dead, and all of us would. What's better 1 dead person or a group of 6 people dead?" Myung-Gi exclaims

He had a point but you just knew Hyun-Ju wanted Young-Mi to live. You also wanted her to live as well.

After the game was over, Hyun-Ju was silent walking back to the dormitory.

You thought it would be best to talk to her as you are starting to become closer with her.

"Hyun-Ju? Are you ok?" Reaching out to put a hand on her shoulder, Hyun-Ju turns to you.

"I could have saved her. I should have saved her. She didn't deserve to die." Hyun Ju looks down in shame

"If you went to save her, you would have been dead too then."

"She wanted out of the game Y/N. If I pressed X, instead of O, maybe it would have helped, I should have left the room-"

"It was a hard decision, I know and there wasn't a lot of time left. I wish she made it too, but there's nothing you really can do about it"

"She was one of the first people besides you that really accepted me."

"She would also want you to keep moving forward and get out of here. I do too."

Hyun Ju turns to you

"We'll get out of here and you'll get that surgery, and you'll move to where you want to go. I have faith in you Hyun Ju."

"You do?"

"Yes I do, and you should too"

There was a moment of silence between you too. Hyun-Ju was taking in what you said. For the next vote, she was determined to keep going and survive not only for Young-Mi, but also for you.

"Y/N, can I tell you something?"

"It's like you're the only exception in this place, out of everyone here, I'm glad to have met you and Young-Mi."

"I'm glad too Hyun-Ju, I'm glad too."

She holds out her hand and you take it. You gave it a tight squeeze as reassurance everything will be ok. And it will be.

As long as Hyun-Ju had you, everything and anything felt possible.

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Platform Roulette - George Clarke

In which George and Y/n are good friends, and she tags along for a platform roulette video.

Pairing: George x Fem Reader

Warnings: none, fluff.

"And today, we have a special guest appearance, Y/n!" Arthur Hill introduced me to his video.

"Am I not also a special guest?" George questioned Arthur.

"Get out of my spotlight Clarkey" I snapped back, pushing him to the side and striking a pose in front of the camera. This earned a laugh from the two boys.

"As always, Arthur is running late, but as soon as he is here we will let him choose a number between one and ten to find out where we are going today.

As if on cue, Arthur strolled up to the group. "Hello everyone!" He said excitedly.

"About time mate," George said. Arthur rolled his eyes at him, looking over to Hill for his question.

"You know the drill, choose a number between one and ten Arthur"

After all too much deliberation, Arthur chose 6.

"Manchester!" I exclaimed, looking at the board.

"Bloody hell, this is going to be a long trip." George commented, looking up train times.

We all shrugged, with nothing better to do and knowing that it would be fun regardless.

Making our way to the shop, we picked our beverages and some snacks for the trip, I choose a canned cocktail, a cranberry vodka and some various beers that George recommend. I had never been one for beers much, but I didn't want to just drink cocktails and get drunk before we'd even left the station.

Situating ourselves on the train, I sat on the window side next to George, across from the Arthur's. We opened our first drinks, bantering back and forth trying to make some good content for the video.

By the time we had arrived in Manchester, we were all two drinks in and I was definitely feeling some of the alcohol. Cursing the fact I was a lightweight. "George," I looked around to him, catching his attention he turned to look at me. "Please don't let me get too drunk and die" he laughed. "I'm serious. I get weird when I get drunk and I will try and run off." He nodded, saluting causing me to laugh.

"I'll make sure you don't die, but I think being weird would make Arthur happy to have good content." I shrugged, it was fair enough.

We bounced around from a few different pubs, taking a few shots and attempting to split the G, which I failed miserably at. "How the fuck do you drink this?" I questioned, pushing the drink towards George who happily accepted it from me. He grabbed the glass, downing it in just a few drinks. I stared in amazement.

"You've had what," I counted on my hands "six or seven drinks now? How are you not drunk?" I asked.

He shrugged in response. "That's what I'm saying!" ArthurTV chimed in.

"Guess I'm just better than everyone?" George smirked. I slapped his arm lightly, knowing I was well on my way to being pissed in a matter of another drop of alcohol.

Arthur Hill decided it was time to take it to the streets, wanting to find something else to do as it was nearing 7pm. We passed a few shops, nothing really catching our eyes until we found a vintage shop that Arthur Hill and I got way too excited about. With all of us walking side by side, Arthur and I decided in our nearly drunken states to race to the shop.

"Last inside pays for dinner!" I said before running off, leaving George and ArthurTV behind as Arthur Hill and I ran off.

We found a bunch of cool knickknacks, and some vintage clothes that we ended up purchasing before heading to a restaurant not far away for dinner.

Once again, Arthur began to feed us drink after drink - playing a few drinking games - mainly rock paper scissors because we had lost all creativity with the amount of alcohol we had consumed.

Deciding to call it quits, we tallied up our drinks. George had won by a landslide of course, leaving the three of us in the dust. I was just happy I had at least beat Arthur Hill.

On the way back to the train, I had noticed George was quieter than usual, not making his normal jokes and conversation with me or the boys.

"Everything alright?" I asked him, nudging him slightly as we walked next to each other.

"Yeah yeah, fine." He gave me a half smile. I felt something was off but I couldn't pin something specific that could have been upsetting.

We got onto the train, our banter dying down as we all realized how late it was, and how much we had to drink. The boys dozed off, and our cameraman for the day sat across the walkway from us, starting to filter through the footage while I mindlessly scrolled through my phone.

"Y/n," he gestured to the laptop showing me some of the footage from the day. I squinted, trying to place this exact part of the day. It was as we were walking to the vintage shop.

I watched the scene I had lived a few short hours ago, and a realization washed over me as I watched the video.

A few moments before Arthur and I were going to sprint towards the shop, George had reached down for my hand, narrowly missing it before I began to sprint off. The camera caught the accidental airing of his hand holding, and his reaction. He signed and looked towards ArthurTV. "This has to be the universe telling me to stop trying" George said.

My jaw was basically on the floor of the train car after that statement. I had to be the most oblivious person on earth.

Snapped out of my thoughts, which apparently had been happening for awhile as we were now back at kings cross. "Coming?" George asked.

I stood up, grabbing my bag and following the boys off the train.

Their flat wasn't far from mine, so we all shared an uber to theirs and I decided to walk back to mine. "Walk me home?" I asked George as we got out of the car. He nodded, following me as we started the short walk.

I looked up to him as we walked together, taking in his features. He looked handsome as always, his hair now growing out more with little curls sticking out at the back. Almost instinctively I reached down and grabbed his hand. He tensed instantly, his head snapping down to our hands now intertwined.

"I didn't mean to run away from you" I said softly. He smirked, turning his head slightly to hide the blush on his face.

“I could have just told you I wanted to hold your hand instead of being a weirdo about it, to be fair.” I laughed. We had now made it into my building.

“Or I could have told you I had a crush on you” I admitted. It felt so weird to be admitting this to one of my closest friends.

“You have a crush on me?” He gave me that signature George smirk that makes your heart flutter. We stopped at the door of my flat, and I leaned my back onto it.

“And what if I do Clarkey?” I retorted, playing into his flirtatious nature.

He didn’t say anything, putting his hands on either side of me on my door. He leaned down, pressing his lips to mine in a sweet kiss. I tangled my hands in his hair, deepening the kiss, tasting the alcohol he had consumed tonight.

Pulling back for air, I smiled at him, giving him a few more small kisses. “Come inside?” I asked, knowing where this would lead.

“Absolutely.” He followed me inside.

[mo-aiki]

Maximillian Black

Summary: The imperial dog, the hero of the Bloody 10 Year War, a prestigious war hero that somehow became your personal guard.

Warning: obsessive behavior, violence, slut shaming

A/N: THIS ART IS NOT MINE, IT'S THE MALE LEAD OF I TAMED MY EX-HUSBAND'S MAD DOG.

Connected to Yandere Isekai M. Characters x F. Reader

A ball.

A stupid one at that.

A ball ran by the royal family for congratulatories.

How stuffy.

The amount of fake people with fake smiles that surrounded him. He hated it. He was used to these fake smiles when he was younger. Working as a stableboy for a prominent polo club before running away and becoming a knight when he was 11. Everyone around him were terrible people.

Nobles who'd kill over a horse and servants who are willing to kill for them. Money is dangerous.

He was always blamed for everything. He was the youngest and the son of a brothel whore, starving for money, in thousands of coins in debt and taken in by an old man who was a stable man himself.

If a horse wasn't as fast as one servant claimed, the servant would blame it on him.

If a horse wasn't available, he would be blamed.

If a beloved horse died, he was blamed for letting it die.

He didn't want to be stuck as a stable boy. He hated everything. To live only to be thrown under the carriage by savages, from both the poor and the rich.

But when he was 10 years old, he saw something, or more like someone. A girl. Her face, lighting up when looking at the horse. It spooked him when he was surprised by her. "I'm sorry, but I really wanted to see the horse!"

Her eyes sparkled in delight when looking at the horses. "Could I pet one, or is that not okay with you?"

He was speechless with her beauty. Her nice voice, her (e/c) eyes with glitter in them, and her kindness and asking him, even though he was a lowly stable boy. The old man spoke for him. "You can pet the horses young lady. I'm sure people you understand."

Her eyes lighted up. "Thank you Mister..."

The old man took off his hat and held it. "My name is Otto, my lady..."

She smiled, a beautiful sight for his eyes. "Thank you Mr. Otto!"

She petted the horses as he watched in awe. The laughter and the smiling face of that young girl, stuck with him as a beautiful sight.

When he ran away, Mr. Otto was on his deathbed. The only one to take him in. He had told him to run, as far as he can before he becomes like one of them.

He ran, and ran, and ran. He wanted to run away from those looking for the money from his mother. He ended up at a mercenary camp, where he learned about how to protect himself.

He spent a lot of time with them. He had a gist on how to use a sword, but it definitely improved from the mercenaries. They were kind guys but were reckless and a tad bit unhinged at times.

But something all of them brought up were women. How their dream woman would be, what they liked about women, and even the nasty parts, he all heard.

But all of it brought him back to the girl he met at the polo stables with the most beautiful smile and personality. He couldn't help but think of her often.

She had appeared and disappeared in his life, leaving him in regret of not talking to her, the first time. He can only imagine her growing up, as he grew up. He trained for days with a new goal in mind, to meet her at any cost.

The mercenary group he was apart of were sent off to war against the rivaling empire over territorial disputes 6 years after the war had started. He was, as described by his comrades, a monster on the battlefield. He was recognized by the higher ups as someone who could lead troop morale and someone who could monstrously deal with the many soldiers and the creatures that came. He had dealt with the dragon the enemy empire managed to tame with a single hit from his sword, Glamdring.

All of this came from his motivation to survive and to see her once again. He had planned on leaving to find her, but the war dragged him in. He had originally wanted to run, but he overheard the talk about the prestige it would bring to him. If that girl was a noble, maybe he would impress her with his title and newfound fame.

And thus it led him to be the monster that he was, on the battlefield.

And now back at the ball. He held onto his wine glass, dressed in something he had never worn before. A white, heavily embroidered suit with a cape and a sash of all the medals for his accomplishments in the battlefield.

He only looked in disdain as all the noble ladies around him were drooling at his fit.

He went outside for a breath of fresh air. Walking along the garden until, he got to a fountain. He then saw a woman. Her (h/c) hair, perfectly laid, her dress, well thought out, and her hand holding the wine glass of half drunken champagne. He didn't know why, but somehow he was attracted to the woman sitting on the fountain edge.

He walked closer, to be bewitched by her looks, but somehow she felt familiar. Like someone he has been longing for. He was right next to her when she got spooked and almost fell into the fountain, while he caught her before she got wet.

Guiding her up and letting go of her waist, she looked at him. "Hello, thank you for catching me at that moment. May I ask for your name? I would like to repay you..."

He smiled. "My name is Maximillian Black, what is your's my lady?"

She smiled. "My name is (y/n) (l/n). Maximillian Black..."

She seemed to ponder for a few seconds. "Ah! You're the star of the ball tonight!"

He raised his eyebrow out of sarcasm. "Am I? Really?"

She laughed. Her laugh was beautiful to his ears. It almost reminded him of the little girl he met as a stable boy.

They walked and talked. He had never had a more enjoyable time then learning about you. But all of it was interrupted when a man's voice came in. "There you are (y/n)."

He looked directly at him as the woman turned her head towards him. "I have been looking for you since you said you needed to powder your face."

The woman blushed out of embarrassment. "Oh...I seemed to have spent too long out here, Duk-"

"I told you, you can call me Augustus, (y/n)"

The man held her hand as he pushed her towards his body. "I'm your fiancé after all...", he said, looking directly at him with a cold glare.

He had never felt so pissed after that interaction.

"Maximillian Black....MAXIMILLIAN BLACK?!"

Your voice, shocked as he stood right in front of you. A couple days later after the ball, the Emperor asked him a wish he could grant. He said, "To become a guard for the (l/n) family."

"Oh? Why my boy? Wouldn't you want riches?"

To Maximillian, riches were small in comparison to her. The Emperor granted his wish, and thus he became (y/n)'s personal guard.

He is always near her or at least 5 feet away. He always enjoyed the interactions he had with you more than anything. His favorite words were always your nickname for him. "Maxi! Could you please help me pick this orange? It's a bit too high for me to reach!"

"Maxi, could you sit down with me. I'll ask Anna to come as well."

"Maxi, I can deal with it myself. Do not fret. I will be careful!"

"Maxi, have you ever read this romance book? It is so sweet!"

Your kind and tender personality, melted his cold, stoic heart. But he soon saw how there were pest around you.

First was the stupid fiancé who never let you leave his sight, but always shooed him away like he was a pest. Giving you gifts of jewels, ribbons, dresses, bows, and books, he would beat him by a long shot just from his wealth alone. He did overhear that he was a Duke after all.

Second was the childhood best friend. The son of an Earl. Nobody was closer to you both physically and mentally than him. He would cuddle with you, get lap pillows, and be cared for. He wanted nothing more than to break him in half and tear him to shreds, but couldn't from his lineage alone. He was stage extreme of clinger.

And finally, third were all the men trying to flirt with you on a daily basis. He would shoo them, glare, threaten, and maybe if kill them if they didn't listen. Didn't matter if they were a noble or a peasant, someone filthy stained your ears.

He had to get rid of them.

He was in love after all, but at the end of the day, you were still going to get married to your fiancé, that arrogant duke.

He had overheard about your plans of annulment. He felt ecstatic, but his face looked the same.

Now all he had to do was to kidnap you and take you away to a forest to live out each other lives in peace, away from those pests. Easy enough, right?

"Night time would be safer to travel with a sleeping girl in my arms. Everyone is asleep after all..."

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The Feral One • Chapter 6

Finnick Odair x Reader

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Content warnings - death (it’s the hunger games)

As much as he wants to chase after you, he can’t. Katniss would kill you and he can’t abandon the plan, not until he can pass off babysitting duty to Johanna.

You spent the evening wandering the jungle, unnerved by every little noise you heard. After you left, you circled back the way you had originally come, hoping the others would carry on in the other direction.

Your arm was still bleeding but you didn’t care. It’s not like any sponsors were lining up to send you stuff. You’ll have to kill a career and steal their supplies using the only weapon you have, the arrow that landed in your arm.

A few hours after dark, the faces of the fallen appear in the sky. None of your allies are on the list so you don’t really care. It’s not like you knew these people.

You opt to go deeper into the jungle, opposite of where Finnick must be. This whole place is starting to look the same, though, and it’s hard to get your bearings.

Hours later, a gong rings twelve times. You don’t have time to ask yourself what it means as the hairs on your body stand up and a large blast of electricity shoots down mere yards away from you.

Lightning.

You have to move. Now. Your ears hurt and panic rises in your throat. They’re here to kill you. You’re gonna die.

Running, you collide with someone, another tribute. They don’t even have time to scream before your arrow is through their neck and their cannon is sounding. Move. Now.

You run until you can’t anymore, scared that something is chasing you. The game makers must have caused the lightning to force you and the other tribute closer together.

There were other canons throughout the night, but you paid no attention to them. You sat under a tree, hugging your knees, trying to ignore the burning in your dry throat and the pain in your arm. Of course Katniss had to shoot your dominant arm.

When the day is bright enough to illuminate your section of the jungle, you decide to head back towards where the lightning was. If another tribute was over there then there may be some food or water close by. Maybe they even had sponsors.

The sun is high in the sky by the time you make it back to where the fight occurred. There’s no trace of it but you know the spot. Your hair stands on edge again and you panic, knowing exactly what this means. The lightning strikes and you bolt, running from whoever must be near.

They’re going to kill you. You’re dead. You need to run faster.

You run downhill, towards what you think is the lake. Despite not being allowed in the ocean for the past five years, you’re probably still the second best swimmer in the arena behind Finnick. If you could lure whoever is chasing you into the water then you could drown them.

Your legs barely make it to the beach, completely drained from your lack of sleep and sustenance. Whoever was following you must have realized your plan and stopped. Maybe nobody followed you at all.

As you make your way out of the jungle and towards the water, you pause, spotting a large group of people a ways down the beach. It’s Finnick and his alliance. Maybe they would give you food, or shoot you. Honestly, who knows?

They spot you approaching and Katniss aims another arrow at you. You’re still clutching the one she shot you with in your hand, ready to stab anyone who comes near.

“Y/N!” Finnick exclaims as he runs over to you. “I was so worried.”

You look over at the group and back at him, silently asking if they’re ok with you being there. He sighs, realizing that Katniss probably isn’t ok with you being there but he needs you with him anyways. He can’t lose you.

“Have you eaten?” he asks. You shake your head no. “We have food and water. Oh! And some first aid stuff for your arm. Katniss is sorry by the way.”

“Skin?” you ask him. Noticing the scabs on his body and the cuts on his face.

“We got caught in some poisonous fog last night and ended up in a fight with some monkeys this morning,” he explains. “I’m alright. Nobody in our group has died except Blight. He hit the force field last night and they couldn’t revive him.”

You hum in response, catching a whiff of the fish Finnick must have caught for the group to eat. He notices your hunger and gently guides you to sit on the edge of the group close to Johanna and far away from Katniss.

“Glad you could join us feisty!” Johanna chuckles as you sit near her. You give her a shrug as if to say that you’re currently indifferent to your existence. She gets the memo.

“Nuts and Volts,” she states. “Have you met fiesty?”

The man and woman look up at the group.

“Yes,” Beetee replies. “I believe we briefly met Y/N at her victory tour celebration in the capital but it’s been many years. It is nice to see you again Y/N, although I wish it was under better circumstances.”

“You guys aren’t letting her stay with us, right?” Katniss asks and you tense up. They need her for their plan. You’re disposable.

“Back off firebird,” Johanna barks. “She’s sticking with us.”

“She tried to kill me!” Katniss exclaims.

“Because you touched her,” Johanna shouts. You flinch at the volume. “Rule numéro uno is don’t touch fiesty. Plus I thought you were a good fighter, Katnip. You mean to tell me you couldn’t win a fight against her? She hasn’t been outside in over five years. She’s practically harmless!”

“Let’s settle down,” Finnick states, noticing you becoming tense due to the yelling. “Here’s your fish Y/N. I’m gonna go grab you some water.” You smile at him in thanks and begin to eat the fish. The smile fades when you notice Katniss watching you eat like a hawk, so you turn around and sit with your back towards her while you eat.

You need to convince her of Johanna’s words. You’re harmless.

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part 2 to the Ollie x leclerc!reader where she’s at an f3 race watching her brother and Ollie

HER BAKU BEAU

pairings: charles leclerc x sister!reader / ollie bearman x leclerc!reader / arthur leclerc x sister!reader / lorenzo leclerc x sister!reader 

warnings: swearing. francesco is made up lol.

author’s note: lol yall know I had to write about this weekend, cause charles + ollie absolutely carried!! its not a f3 race, but im sure this is good as well :)

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''I can't believe mum let me go.'' Y/N told Ollie over the phone, sitting almost alone in the airport lounge as she waited for her plane to start boarding. 

She could hear her boyfriend chuckle on the other side. ''I'm grateful for her, though. You're gonna see me race tomorrow.'' His excited tone put a smile on her face, touched that he was so happy to see her. 

''I just can't miss any of it; you got pole, charles got pole- I just have to be there!'' 

It had been a task convincing her mother to let her go to the Grand Prix, usually only going when it was during school breaks or if it was in Monaco, Italy or France. However, Charles' pole position and the fact that she didn't have school on Monday had helped her case immensely, and Pascale agreed to let her attend the GP. 

The youngest Leclerc was instructed by her mother to listen to her brothers no matter what- something Arthur was definitely going to abuse- but aside from that, she had trust in her daughter and knew she wouldn't do anything reckless or dangerous. 

''It was the craziest lap, I swear!'' Ollie exclaimed, recalling the chaos that was his final lap after damaging his car. ''It could have gone so wrong.'' 

''Yeah, but it didn't! It was perfect, you were perfect.'' Y/N smiled. 

''Thank you, darling.'' 

The term of endearment had blood rushing to her cheeks, she glanced around the lounge and hoped no one noticed her flustered state. ''You're welcome.'' 

''I can hear you blushing.'' Ollie laughed. 

Little Leclerc scoffed. ''I am not! I'm not blushing.'' She lied, pressing her palm to her cheek as a way to cool herself down. 

''You are! It's okay, I'm your boyfriend. I'm supposed to make you blush.'' The Brit said, matter-of-factly. 

'Your boyfriend'

They had been together for about 6 months yet she still wasn't used to Ollie referring to himself as her boyfriend. Not in a bad way, in a 'this feels like a dream and I'm going to wake up any minute'-way. 

''This is the pre-boarding call for flight 91B to Baku. We are now inviting any passengers requiring special assistance to begin boarding at this time. Please have your identification and boarding pass ready.'' The monotone female voice announced over the speakers. 

''Hey, Ollie. I have to go board now.'' Y/N was still underage so she fell under the 'special assistance' category. ''I'll see you tomorrow, alright?'' She bid him goodbye. 

''Yeah, let me know when you've landed.'' It wasn't late in Azerbaijan, but she could recognize the fatigue in Ollie's voice. 

''You'll be sleeping, though.'' She chuckled, knowing she would arrive quite late in the evening and that the Prema driver would be getting the much needed sleep for his sprint race tomorrow. 

He shrugged his shoulders. ''So? I know it will like unconsciously make me feel assured that you landed safely.'' He reasoned, his explanation warming her heart. 

''You really are a charmer, huh?'' Y/N got up from her seat and grabbed her suitcase, moving to the right gate. 

She could hear a small laugh on the other side. ''If you say so.'' 

''I'm going to board now- I'll see you tomorrow, bye bye!'' 

''Can't wait! Bye, love!'' And with that the couple ended their call. 

Before pulling her boarding pass and ID out of her bag, she sent a quick text to their sibling group chat. Since she was travelling on her own, Lorenzo wanted her to give as many updates as she could. 

| Little Leclerc: boarding now, will text when we take off x 

| Thur Thur: don't die 🙂

| Enzo TL: Have a safe flight! See you soon, chérie! X 

| Enzo TL: Arthur, be nice! 

| Charlito: safe flight, bébé :) ❤️

| Charlito: tell the staff if you need anything!! 

| Thur Thur: she's 17, not 7 😒

| Enzo TL: you are the only one acting like a 7 year-old! 😙

''He's on pole again!'' The atmosphere in the Ferrari garage was out of this world as Charles took the pole position in the sprint shootout. Everyone clapped and was thrilled the Monégasque was able to retain the top position. 

Andrea urged Y/N to follow him to Parc Fermé with some of the other Scuderia crew to celebrate another pole position for her brother behind the fence. 

''Charlie!'' The voice of his sister grabs his attention and he made his way over to the youngest Leclerc and his trainer. Charles pulled her into a hug, kissing the side of her head. ''Two pole positions!'' She said, holding up two fingers. 

''I didn't think we would be able to pull that off.'' Charles sighed, putting his bracelets on that Andrea handed to him. 

They nodded at him, understanding his doubt. ''But you did it! Now we have to get ready for the sprint and push as much as we can.'' His trainer encouraged him, wanting Charles to be as positive as possible.  

''Cha, I think you have to go do your interview.'' Y/N pointed behind him, seeing the F1TV staff waiting for the Ferrari driver. 

Charles let out a deep breath, not in the mood and just wanting to prepare himself for the sprint race. ''I'll be right back.'' He begrudgingly turned around and walked over to the interviewer and cameraman, still politely greeting them. 

Y/N tried focusing on Charles as he spoke to the woman, but Andrea lightly pushed her shoulder with his. She glanced at him in confusion. ''What?'' 

''For F2- which garage are you going to?'' 

She scoffed at the question, a shy smile forming on her lips. ''You're really asking me that?'' 

The Italian shrugged his shoulders. ''I'm curious.'' The teasing smirk on his face was evidence that it was more than simple curiosity. 

''I'm going to Thur's garage.'' She answered, looking down at her shoes. 

She'd had this exact conversation with Lorenzo the night before in the car. Although, it was a bit more serious than the one she was having with Andrea at the moment. 

Her and Ollie had agreed to keep their relationship private for as long as circumstances allowed it. They were both aware certain fans could get a little crazy and Y/N already received hate comments for simply being Charles' sister, something she couldn't exactly control. 

So, showing up at the Prema Racing garage wouldn't exactly be ''low key'' as Enzo had explained it to her. 

''He won't say it, but Thur really wants you in his garage.'' Her older brother told her while driving back to their hotel. ''He really likes Ollie, but you're his sister, you know? I think if you would stand with the Prema's, he would think that you're not rooting for him.'' 

Y/N understood what he meant, and deep down she knew it was more important to stand on Arthur's side. Her brother might tease and annoy her, but he deeply loves her and her support means everything to him. 

The sudden reappearance from Charles brought her back to the present. 

''Here,'' he put the cap he had been given on her head, ''you can have it.'' It was obvious he wasn't a fan of the beglittered cap that functioned as a prize for winning the sprint shootout. 

''Thanks, I guess.'' Y/N chuckled. 

Charles patted her head. ''Maybe you should start heading to the F2 paddock, you don't want to be late.'' 

''Francesco is taking me later.'' His sister answered. Francesco was part of the Scuderia Ferrari crew, but also worked with the FDA drivers. He had offered to take Y/N with him to the DAMS garage since he had to check up on both Arthur and Ollie. 

Her brother nodded. ''Good, don't want you to get lost again.'' He teased, jokingly rolling his eyes at the reminder of Silverstone last year. 

''Hey! That was Arthur's fault, he shouldn't have left me alone.'' She defended herself, not liking the implication that she had gotten lost by herself while it was Arthur that had decided to leave her all by herself in the Prema hospitality. 

Charles smirked at her. ''You got a boyfriend out of it, didn't you? You should be a little more grateful to Arthur.'' 

Y/N slapped her brother's arm, much to the amusement of the Ferrari crew and nearby lurking reporters, their cameras capturing the moment between the siblings. 

Charles glimpsed at something behind her, pointing his finger. ''Francesco's there, I'll see you later, okay?'' He pulled his sister in a quick hug again, bidding her goodbye. 

''Bye, Cha!'' 

The walk to the F2 paddock and garages wasn't too long and the good weather made it more enjoyable as well. She knew Francesco from when Charles joined the academy so they were well acquainted with one another. 

While making their way to the DAMS garage, Y/N and Francesco pass the Prema one. The youngest Leclerc slowed down, confusing the older man next to her as he had no idea about the relationship between her and Ollie. 

The feeling of disappointment sneaked up on her when Ollie wasn't in sight. She'd hoped she would be able to get a glimpse of him before the sprint race started, not having seen him for a few weeks now. 

However, his dad and trainer noticed her. David and Jamie nodded their heads, subtly greeting her. Y/N reciprocated the action, happy she at least got to see part of his team. 

Once she arrived at the French team's camp, she was met by Lorenzo warming Arthur up for his race. ''Took you long enough.'' Arthur joked, almost missing the ball that his older brother dropped out of his hand. 

''I wish I had one of those electric steps, they'd really help me out.'' She said, sitting down on one of the empty chairs. 

Francesco shook hands with both brothers. ''I'll take over, Enzo.'' The Monégasque nodded in appreciation and handed over the tennis balls to the older man, and sat down next to his sister. 

''Nice hat.'' He snickered, resulting in Y/N rolling his eyes at him. ''So, uh, you've seen Ollie yet?'' Lorenzo asked, whispering the last part of his question. 

The youngest Leclerc sibling shook her head. ''No, we passed by Prema, but I only saw his dad and Jamie.'' She explained to him. 

Lorenzo nodded along to her words. ''He did really good yesterday, getting pole with a damaged car and a steering wheel that's not hanging right- absolutely crazy!'' 

Y/N beamed at her brother's small summary of Ollie's amazing qualifying from the day before, delighted he had nothing but nice words for her boyfriend. ''I know! I watched it during recess, I was like, trying not to start yelling.'' 

''I can imagine,'' her older brother smiled, ''but you're here for your brother now, okay? So don't start screaming for Prema when you're in the DAMS garage.'' His tone turned more serious, almost sounding like he was scolding the young girl. 

''Of course. I'm happy to be here, Enzo.'' She shrugged his words off, understanding what he was trying to tell her. 

He simply nodded and focused himself back on the other youngster. ''I think it's time to get in the car, Tutur.'' Lorenzo told Arthur who sighed, but gave himself an encouraging nod. 

Before walking over towards his engineer, the youngest brother stopped next to his sister. ''I know I'm starting behind your boyfriend, but root for me, okay?'' Arthur pointed at himself, as if solidifying that she's there for him. 

Y/N gave him a side hug. ''You really think I would come all the way here to not support you?'' Her brother's words surprised her, Arthur wasn't usually the one to explicitly ask for her support. 

''Merci, bébé,'' a soft smile found its way to the Monégasques' face, ''okay, bye now.'' Arthur pinched her side, causing his sister to pull away from him in annoyance. 

''I was worried you two actually got along for a second.'' Lorenzo commented, holding both of his siblings' shoulders and moving them to the garage. 

''LECLERC LOST IT AS WELL!'' The commentary of Alex Brundle sounds as Arthur retired from the race, almost crashing into the wall. Y/N let out a deep breath as he stepped out of his car, relieved her brother seemed visibly not in pain. 

She took a glance at the leaderboard and saw Ollie overtaking Frederic before the safety car was called. A soft smile planted itself on her face, before it was wiped away by the sight of the disappointed mechanics as their two drivers didn't finish the race. 

While they waited for Arthur to get back, Y/N and Lorenzo followed the remainder of the sprint race which finished under the safety car, and Ollie took his first win of the season. 

The young girl was over the moon for her boyfriend, knowing how much the first three races had let him down. However, the way Arthur stormed passed her and Lorenzo didn't give her enough time to enjoy the moment. 

''Arthuro, calm down!'' Lorenzo told his younger brother, not a fan of the defeated Arthur that sat in front of him. 

His hands went through his hair, his behaviour screaming frustration. ''I fucked up! Why did I fucking stay behind Théo?'' He muttered to himself. 

''There was a lot going on, you just got distracted.'' Y/N tried comforting him. The restart had been absolute chaos, a total of 6 cars retiring from the race. 

Arthur's head shot up at her words. ''That's the thing! I shouldn't have gotten distracted!'' 

''Hey! Pipe down, okay? No need to be yelling at your sister.'' Lorenzo argued, not a fan of his agitated tone and loud voice. 

The driver loudly sighed, but mumbled a quiet ''sorry''. He took a few more moments to calm himself down, before glimpsing at his sister. ''Shouldn't you go celebrate your boyfriend?'' 

The usual teasing Arthur momentarily came back, a small smirk hanging on his lips. ''I want to be here with you, Thur.''  

His gaze softened at his sister's sweetness. Arthur didn't say anything further, simply reaching his arms out for her and pulling her into a hug. ''I hate it when you're nice to me.'' 

''Don't lie, you bimbo.'' Y/N chuckled, not letting the hug last long due to his sweating. ''Please, take a shower- you smell.'' She pushed her brother away. 

''Alright, alright.'' 

| ollie 🧸: fred and his team are gone :) 

| ollie 🧸: just me, dad and jamie 

| y/n ❤: 5 minutes x

She wanted to slap the teasing smiles off of her brothers’ faces as she bid them goodbye. ''If you're not at the exit on time, I'm personally knocking that door down and dragging you back home.'' Lorenzo semi-threatened her, a lame attempt at making a stern face. 

''Yeah, yeah. I'll be there.'' Y/N promised her brother, quickly making her way out of the door and to her boyfriend's driver room. 

All of the F2 team rooms were on the same floor so it didn't take her long to arrive at the Prema room. She knocked three times and opened the door. 

The three men inside glanced up from their phone, the youngest one immediately standing up and taking a few big steps towards her. ''Hey!'' Ollie engulfed her in a hug, his head resting on her shoulder. 

''Congratulations, race winner!'' Y/N giggled, rubbing his back. 

''It was fucking crazy-''

''Language, Oliver.'' David interrupted him, reminding his son that he needed to drop the swearing. 

Ollie rolled his eyes. ''Sorry, dad,'' he apologised, his cheeks colouring red, ''it was really really crazy- like suddenly a bunch of cars were out and I was in P2. I knew the safety car was coming out so I quickly overtook Fred and-'' 

''Ollie, breathe.'' His girlfriend interrupted his rambling, watching him getting out of breath as his chest went up and down at a fast pace. 

The Prema driver looked taken aback, but nodded his head and took a deep breath. ''Yeah, anyway- it was amazing. I hope Arthur's okay, though.'' He had seen how his former teammate didn't finish, but wasn't aware of the circumstances. 

''Yeah, he just got distracted by the entire mess and couldn't get out of it.'' Y/N explained to them, pouting at the reminder of her brother's DNF. 

The three of them nodded. ''That happens sometimes, it was indeed a mess.'' Jamie sympathised. 

''Here,'' Ollie grabbed her shoulder and pointed at the chair he was previously sitting on, ''sit down, sit down.'' He gently guided her forward to sit down. 

Y/N swiftly shook her head. ''No, no. You just did a race, I'll stand- it's not a problem.'' 

The gears in the young man's head seemed to stop working as he simply stared at her, not expecting her to refuse the seat and offer it to him. ''Uh, no, I- uh…'' Ollie stuttered. 

''You know what, kids? We have to go do something so behave in here, alright?'' David interrupted his son once again, sensing an awkward moment coming up and wanting to save him from that. 

His dad and Jamie got up from their seats and moved out of the driver's room, his trainer sending him a wink before closing the door. 

The couple slowly found each other's eyes, bursting out in laughter once they were sure the two men were gone. ''He's so embarrassing, I swear.'' Ollie sighs, taking his dad's original seat. 

''At least they left us alone- Enzo would rather die than leave the two of us alone.'' Y/N retorted, sitting down on Ollie's chair. 

The Brit laughed at her words, despite knowing it was 100% the truth. ''Yeah, I guess- anyway, I'm happy you're here.'' A soft smile formed on his face and he grabbed her hand that laid on the armrest. 

The Monégasque mirrored his expression. ''Me too. I really missed you.'' She squeezed his hand, sending a wink his way. 

''I missed you too. These last weeks have been hectic and as much as I love our Facetimes- it's been really hard not seeing you in person.'' He confessed. 

Ollie didn't want to make her feel bad about all the time they've spent apart the last weeks. Their schedules simply never seemed to align. When he had days off, she was busy with school and when she wasn't studying, he had to train or compete. 

Y/N pouted at his words. ''It's been hard for me too. My brothers see you more than I do,'' she teased, ''but I'm here now.'' The young girl smiled at her boyfriend. 

''Yeah, I'm really happy about that.'' Ollie intertwined their hands, less shy about showing affection now that they were alone. 

''So you're planning on doing a clean sweep or what?'' Y/N chuckled, remembering he had been first in every session during the ongoing weekend. 

The Prema driver shook his head, chuckling as well. ''The team has been doing so great this weekend- it would be nice to take the win tomorrow and it would be even better if you could come watch me on the podium…'' He trailed off, a sneaky look on his face. 

''You know people will talk about it if I show up there and Thur isn't on the podium.'' She told him, carrying a doubtful expression. 

Ollie nodded, understanding her concerns. ''Yeah and for all I know, I might not even end up on the podium so maybe we're worrying over nothing.'' He mumbled the last bit under his breath, the possibility of something going wrong clouding his mind. 

Y/N noticed and shuffled her chair closer to him. ''Hey,'' her hand cupped his cheek, ''you're gonna win tomorrow, like- don't tell Arthur this- but you're owning everyone right now.'' 

Her boyfriend chuckled at her words, his loving gaze settling on her. ''This weekend has just been so perfect… I don't know, you've seen my luck so far this season. I'm just scared that something is gonna go wrong.'' Ollie confided in her, voicing the thoughts in his head. 

''Nothing will go wrong tomorrow! You put a damaged car on pole, Ollie!'' She laughed, gently pushing his shoulder. ''You're gonna do amazing and you're gonna make history.'' 

''You seem to have a lot of fate in me.'' Ollie smirked, his girlfriend's words making him feel better about himself and his race tomorrow. 

Y/N teasingly rolled her eyes. ''If you don't like it, I can go and support someone else- what's his name again, Zane?'' She pretended to want to support his rival instead of him, knowing it would annoy him. 

''Hey! Not fair!'' Ollie exclaimed, lightly giving her arm a tap. ''Me and Arthur are the only people you should support. Not the Barbados boy.'' He whined to her, trapping her in a hug. 

The girl laughed into his neck, happy to get such a response out of her boyfriend. The couple stayed like that for a little while, enjoying each other's company and appreciating the time they were spending together. 

''Bear, what time is it?'' Y/N asked him, suddenly remembering her promise to Lorenzo. 

Ollie pulled out his phone from his pocket. ''Uh, 17:08.'' He answered, putting it back. 

''Shit! I have to go.'' Her loud reactions to his words made him flinch as she jumped up from his arms. ''I promised Enzo I would be at the exit in like 2 minutes or he would bust down the door.'' She explained hastily upon seeing Ollie's puzzled face. 

''He's not gonna break the door.'' The Brit snickered before glancing at his girlfriend's serious expression. ''Alright, he might break down the door. I'll see you later.'' He pecked her cheek, swallowing down his disappointment she had to go already. 

''Don't forget we're getting ice cream later!'' She reminded him of their little date later in the evening. 

''No, no! I'll be there!''

''You better, Bearman!'' 

''OLIVER BEARMAN WHO WON THE SPRINT RACE YESTERDAY AND NOW HE LOOKS UP AND SEES THE CHEQUERED FLAG AS THE WINNER OF THE FEATURE! OLIVER BEARMAN DOES THE DOUBLE IN BAKU! WHAT A WEEKEND FOR THE BRITISH DRIVER!'' 

Y/N had a hard time to not freak out and start screaming as she watched her boyfriend do something no one F2 driver had done before, not even her own brother had been able to do it 6 years before. 

Lorenzo took a glance at his sister next to him, noticing the obvious joy on her face. 

He nudged her shoulder. ''He did great, didn't he?'' Her oldest brother whispered, an unfeigned smile present. 

She shyly looked at him, glancing down at her shoes. ''Yeah… I'm very proud of him.'' Her words came out quite slowly as she didn't want the people around them to hear who she was talking about. 

A conflicting thought rushed through Lorenzo's mind, something that might have repercussions that wouldn't be able to be reversed later. 

''How about you go to Charles already? I'm sure he'd love to spent some time with you before his race.'' Her brother didn't look at her while talking, focusing himself on Arthur's car that was making its way back into the DAMS garage. 

Y/N furrowed her eyebrows, confused as to why she would leave without them. ''But what about you and Thur?'' She asked him, turning towards him. 

''He still has to debrief with the team and we don't want you to be bored with that,'' he explained, still not sparing her a glance, ''you should go now, honey. The podium ceremony is gonna start and you don't want to be stuck in the crowd, do you?'' 

Her face brightened once she understood what he was actually saying. He wants her to be there for Ollie when he takes the top step of the podium. 

''Yeah, I'll get going then,'' she took off her headset and gave it to her brother, ''tell Thur I'm proud of him.'' She swiftly added, feeling slightly bad about leaving before saying anything to Arthur. 

''I will, now go.'' Lorenzo gave her a little push. 

Y/N scattered out of the DAMS garage, trying hard not to look like a fool as she tried to walk as fast as she could to Parc Fermé. She hoped she would be on time and not miss it, cause otherwise it wasn't worth it speeding past all these people and almost running into them. 

Ollie, Enzo and Théo already stood on the podium when she finally made it there, relief going through knowing that she wasn't too late for his special moment. The youngest Leclerc slowed down her steps, wanting to stay for as long as she could without being photographed or appearing on the large screen. 

The British national anthem started playing, Ollie visibly scanning the crowd in hopes he would spot a certain person. 

Luckily for him, he found her. 

It was like fate had schemed the moment; Y/N looked up at Ollie right as he looked down at her- their eyes finding one another. 

A rush of confidence went through Ollie's body, aware of the incredible feat he just achieved that won't be repeated any time soon. They held eye contact, and the young girl nearly stopped in her tracks as she shared a special moment with the boy she had grown very fond of over the last 9 months. 

Ollie surprised by sending a wink her way, clearly not having done it a lot as he closed both of his eyes while doing it. Her cheeks flushed, flustered by the unexpected action that put a small smile on the Brit's face. 

Despite her unhurried steps, she had reached the end of Parc Fermé. In a moment of bravery, she gave her boyfriend a quick wave before making her way to the Ferrari hospitality. 

Y/N pulled out her phone and opened her Whatsapp, typing a message she knew would make the Prema driver laugh. 

| y/n ❤: very proud of u, oliver winkman x 

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ynleclerc a nice weekend in baku 🇦🇿 I’m very proud of my brother and the entire ferrari team 🏎️🧸🚦🥉

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| lorenzotl family time 😍

— ynleclerc ❤️

| charles_leclerc merci, bébé!❤️

— ynleclerc ❤️

| piarlesfanforlife NOT THE CAT PIC 😭 Y/N YOURE TOO FUNNY

| ferratifosi1655 the leclerc siblings >>>>

| scuderia_ferrari Grazie, Y/N! ❤️ Cut The Cat will miss you!

— ynleclerc I will miss him too! 🐈‍⬛😢

| gino_rosato FAMILY ❤️

| sharl1lechair6 the hug between Y/N and charles at the podium was the highlight of the race

| softforbearman8 the teddy bear emoji… and ollie liked the post… 👀

— sainzleclercfan pls don’t 😒 that is such a stretch

— softforbearman8 it’s just an observation!

— centraleclercs wasn’t Y/N dating paul aron? I swear that was a thing 🤔

— formulaofaron it was a rumour a while ago, but nothing was ever confirmed

— sainzleclercfan Charles made a Instagram story weeks ago asking for privacy! Haven’t you learned by now to just leave their family alone? 😤

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[joelismiller]

misunderstanding

joel miller x fem!reader

Word Count: 5.0k

Summary: you liked joel and you really thought he liked you back.

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, age gap (joel is in his fifties and reader is in her late twenties), angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, fingering, oral (fem!receiving), jealousy, protective!joel, violence if you squint, no use of y/n

A/N: hi everyone my name is ariel and this is my first post ! I have never written for joel before and i have never written smut so please go easy on me and enjoy ! <3 (oh also i completely made up the currency idk how that works😭)

It hurts, you think. 

Having an attachment to a man who has seemed to lose the ability to comprehend on an emotional level how to form one.

An exception of course made for one goofy teenager named Ellie Williams, which you can’t blame him for—she is an easy kid to love. 

You however still can’t help but feel a little envious of the fourteen-year-old even if it is a silly kind of jealousy. You just wish you could be close to him—know him like no one else does or has. 

It started 6 months ago: you had been living in Jackson for a whole year after braving the world overtaken by Cordyceps alone.

Tommy and a group of other people on patrol found you near the edge of town looking right about to just give up and keel over and allow fate to take over and decide if you should live or die from that point.

After making sure you were not infected, Tommy scooped you up and managed to get you back to town where Maria agreed to help nurse you back to health and eventually make you an official resident of Jackson. 

You were given a house close to Tommy and Maria’s and they gave you a job at the local clothing shop of sorts; really just a place to trade or purchase clothing, bootlaces, etc. You began to not just live, but enjoy living—a fate you never thought you would be able to see for yourself after the events of the last twenty years.

It was more or less a life of routine and monotony, but it was more of a life you had before which is what made it special. 

Then Joel Miller came in and ruined all of that.

 Six months ago he rode into town with his little brunette companion for a second time after briefly visiting a while before. He walked up to Tommy and gave him a firm hug while confirming your hope that he indeed would be making himself a permanent member of the Jackson community.

His house with Ellie was only a few blocks away which allowed for you to wake up a little early to see him leave on his way to patrol. 

Now the interaction that started your infatuation with the grumpy old man was nothing too special; at least probably to the man himself. However, to you, it made a very old and foreign feeling form in your gut.

Butterflies erupted just at the sight of Joel Miller’s beautiful brown eyes that, depending on the light, either shined a light honey-brown, or dark and rich, like the coffee beans you used to brew your coffee that morning.

His hair reflected his age—a fluffy mess of brown with graying streaks and a patchy beard to match.

And his broad shoulders and strong looking arms made it so you wanted nothing more than to be wrapped up by him—consumed by him.  

He looked awkward, you think, as he stood inside your shop looking around wordlessly. You decided to step out from behind the counter where you were going over some previous numbers for inventory to help the handsome man get what he came for. 

“Hi there, can I help you look for anything specific?” you asked as you approached him slowly from across the room. 

“Hi, um, I was just lookin' for a thicker coat than the one I already have—‘just got my first pay from patrolling.” He muttered, continuing to search the many tables and walls littered with all sorts of clothing items.

 “Oh okay, for sure! If you just follow me they’re right over here.”

 You began to lead him to a rack near the register which had a small assortment of heavy winter jackets. You were constantly selling out of them since Jackson was always cold no matter the season which is why there wasn’t a lot to choose from. 

He took a look at the jackets and gave you a nod, “Thank you, um…” Joel trailed off as you breathlessly laughed and told him your name.

He repeated your name trying it out on his tongue; making you wish for nothing more than to hear him say it in his Southern drawl over and over and over-

“I’m Joel,” he stated simply and you gave him a smile and nod of your head, pretending like you hadn’t already done a bit of digging to find out the handsome newcomer’s name a couple months ago when he first visited. 

“Well Joel, if you need anything I'll be back behind the register.”

You pointed over to the table with a broken old register that worked just well enough to store the currency the town came up with so there was an extra curtain of civilization despite the events that were anything but that.

You thought it was kind of stupid, but it worked and made people happy so who were you to say otherwise? 

He nodded to let you know he heard you as you went back to your previous position: pretending the whole time you weren’t shamelessly ogling the rugged, big, Southern man mindlessly looking through the jackets.

He eventually settled on a nice tan one with flannel material on the inside lining with white fleece on the collar and cuffs.

You quickly looked back down to the inventory papers so you wouldn’t be caught staring when you heard his heavy footsteps approach the counter. 

“I’ll take this one,” he grunted as he began to gather up some coins to give you in exchange for the warm, heavy jacket.

You quickly pushed his hand away to alert him that it wasn’t necessary, “You're new here right Joel?” You asked as he raised an inquisitive eyebrow and shook his head in agreement.

 “Right, then consider it a welcoming gift—free of charge.” 

You gave him a bright smile as he furrowed his eyebrows and tilted his head causing you to see the honey sparkle in his brown eyes under the bright store light. 

“Ya sure? Jacket doesn’t look cheap,” Joel muttered, his gaze flickering to his boots. 

“A hundred percent! You’re new and patrolling isn’t an easy job, accept it as a thank you for keeping us safe if anything,” you told him shyly, the smile never leaving your face. 

He chuckled softly and nodded his head. 

“Okay darlin’, well, thank you—much appreciated.” 

You whispered a soft ‘yeah’ as his eyes looked over you, causing a burning feeling to spread throughout your whole body as if you were being branded. He gave you one last nod of his head as he began to turn around and leave the store.

Not to your surprise, an empty feeling immediately filled you in the presence of his absence.

You whispered to yourself to pull yourself together—that you’ve only met him once and that his effect on you should not be this intense.

It didn’t help however as every interaction after that caused your feelings for the large stand-offish man to only grow. 

Whether it was a quick acknowledgement of each other when you happened to eat in the dining hall at the same time, or a wave of a hand when you left your houses at the same time in the morning as he headed to patrol and you headed to the store.

But your favorite interactions were when he would come into the store to maybe get a couple of new shirts for Ellie, or some new socks for himself.

Over time you felt him grow more comfortable around you as you did him. He would tell you about Ellie’s latest antics; swearing that the teen girl was trying to ‘send an old man to an early grave.’

You would giggle and tell him that he wasn’t that old and that Ellie was just a teen girl finally in a safe somewhat normal place where she can go to school and make actual friends. 

“About that, I think I might needa talk with her teacher soon—she’s been missin too much school and heading off god knows where,” Joel confessed to you, a frown overtaking his aged features as his worry about his adopted daughter showed clear all over his face.

You shyly grabbed his hand across the register and gave it a small squeeze.

“Try not to worry about her too much Joel. She’s young and she didn’t get to have a normal childhood—It's only normal that school probably doesn’t matter too much to her after everything,” you explained hoping that your words may ease him a bit. 

He didn’t respond right away, instead looking at where your much softer hand overlapped his bigger, calloused ones. An unreadable look came over his face before he gently took his hand away from yours and looked to the ground. 

“Yeah you’re probably right,” he responded in that low tone of his as he slowly began to back up. 

“I gotta go check and see if she made it home okay. It was nice seein ya.” 

You barely were able to say another word, maybe apologize for touching his hand in such a careless way before his heavy boots were already heading out the door; the little bell ringing a hollow sound in your ears.

After that, you began to see less and less of Joel and it hurt to admit that it slowly felt like your heart was being ripped out of your chest.

You hated yourself for thinking that all your interactions meant something to him; that when he started to come to the store, not even leaving with anything but a conversation with you, that maybe, just maybe, he felt the same way you felt for him.

Every time you even attempted waving at him in the morning when you both left—he just grunted and looked the other way—pretending like you weren’t even there. 

The store was for some reason busier than usual today and you closed up feeling drained and ready to sleep. The long shift accompanied by the hollow feeling in your heart Joel had left caused you to want nothing more than to curl up and forget all the pain in nicer dreams where things were better between you, things were different.

Joel would hold your hand in your dream and walk you to work, leaving a kiss on your cheek and a whisper of having a good day as you giggled and kissed him right back—whispering the same sentiments. 

You were shaken out of your daydream on your walk home when you spotted the very man at the center of all your thoughts on the porch of someone's house, a woman’s house.

She was gorgeous with long, blonde hair framing her face perfectly, while she looked up at Joel with gorgeous, crystal, blue eyes. She looked older than you too, maybe even closer to Joel’s age.

They laughed about something before she was leading him inside her house as he followed suit; the door shutting in a finality behind them. 

You felt a mix of jealousy and an even greater sadness than before filling your belly as you continued what felt like the longest walk home in your life.

As soon as the door closed you slid down the old wood as tears and sobs that you couldn’t stop wracked your body.

You just didn’t understand; what changed, what did you do to make him start avoiding you?

And you knew how hard it was for Joel to come out of his shell, so why did it seem so easy for him to talk and laugh with that woman? 

After what seemed like hours, you finally picked yourself off of the ground and trudged slowly to your bed where you collapsed immediately upon impact with the old tattered sheets.

Instead of the usual happy dreams about Joel, tonight you were plagued with endless nightmares of him and the mysterious blonde woman; standing in the place you usually would in your dreams about Joel.

You woke up in the morning with a feeling of restlessness as you readied yourself for another long day of work.

After work that night you decided to go to the Tipsy Bison which was Jackson’s bar that you would usually frequent when your nightmares from the time you were on your own came back to haunt you.

Mindless images of a group of clicker’s taking from you the only person you had left in your life since the virus took over: your best friend.

After she was gone it was just you, and that period never seemed to completely leave your mind even after a year in Jackson. 

After last night’s sleep, you definitely needed a drink you thought to yourself as you made your way over. When you entered you saw that it was a pretty busy night for the Tipsy Bison as you did your best to find a seat towards the end of the bar. 

Once you took a seat, you gave the bartender your drink order and surveyed the area to see who else was here as you waited for him to deliver your alcohol of choice. Your breathing stopped and your eyes widened when you noticed a familiar group of people at a table closer to the front of the bar. 

There in all his ruggish, handsome glory was Joel Miller, smiling widely as he talked with Tommy, Maria, and her.

You quickly swung back around to face where your drink was just set in front of you as you begged the burn in the back of your eyes to go away.

Fuck this, you thought as you downed most of the drink in one go, using your hand to wipe away the bit that escaped at the corner of your lips.

You did your best to ignore the person that was at the center of all your sadness; drinking and drinking until you felt a familiar buzz kick in and begin to cloud your thoughts. 

Right when you were about to order another drink, a skinny, tall, blonde boy walked over to where you were seated and said it was on him as he handed over a couple of coins. 

“You didn’t have to do that but thanks, I guess,” you muttered, hoping your disinterest was a sign that you wanted to be left alone.

He smiled wide in a way that caused you to shiver, and not in a pleasurable way like when Joel would grace you with the corner of his lip twitching up, releasing a breathless laugh; but in a bad, unnerving way. 

“Anything for a girl as pretty as you.” 

He winked which caused you to roll your eyes and once again look away from him. “I’m not interested but again, thank you,” you told him with a finality in your voice that the man—no—boy, didn’t take very seriously. 

“Aw come on don’t be like that I just wanna have some fun with you,” he said in a sleazy manner as he reached out to grip your shoulder. 

You quickly shook him off but in your drunken haze, you accidentally fell off your chair onto the ground—single-handedly causing the whole bar’s eyes to turn onto you. 

“Godammit, now you're just causing a fucking scene,” the man snarled at you, causing tears to form behind your eyes as this man's actions as well as having the entire bar watching the now-forming scene. 

And if the night couldn’t get any worse, you hear the familiar sound of boots coming up behind the man and it takes just one glance to confirm your suspicions. 

“What did you just say to her?” 

You heard a deep voice growl out, a look of pure rage overtaking Joel’s features as he stood right in front of the blonde boy’s face. 

“Look man I didn’t know she was taken, I was just tryna have a good time, you know?” 

An animalistic sound leaves Joel’s mouth before he takes the boy’s arm and forcefully grabs it until he's facing the bar counter and his arm is pressed deep into his back. 

“It don’t matter whether she’s taken or not, you never treat a woman like that,” he snarls into the shaking boy’s ear. 

“I never wanna see you come near her again, you hear me?” 

He shakes his head wildly until Joel finally releases him and he scatters out of the bar. The anger on Joel’s face morphs into one of concern as he gently stretches out a hand to help you up. 

“You okay, sweetheart?” He questions softly as you bat his hand away and attempt to stand on your own. 

“M’ fine,” you mutter as you stand on shaky legs—about to fall over when Joel rests his big hands on your shoulders to steady you. He chuckles and curls an arm around your waist as he begins to slowly lead you out the door. 

“You sure darlin’? Cause’ you seem a lil drunk to me,” Joel says amused at your hindered state while you frown up at him. 

“Don’t you have to go back to your girlfriend,” you huff out, avoiding looking at the grumpy man’s features. 

“Girlfriend?” He responds confused, not understanding what you were talking about until he catches your eyes drifting to Veronica’s face—Ellie’s teacher. 

After the day he left abruptly from your store, he sought out Ellie’s teacher Veronica. They have been having weekly meetings about how Ellie was doing in school as well as her continuous efforts to ditch class.

There was absolutely nothing romantic about it, the whole ordeal gave him a headache—a subject he was too old to be stressing about.

Besides, how could he dare think about anyone else when you had him wrapped around your little finger? 

When he first saw you at your clothing store and you gave him his jacket for free, he knew you would be trouble.

And trouble you were as he couldn’t stop himself from continuing to visit you just to see you and hear your comforting voice promise him that all his worries about his adopted daughter were normal.

It was actually your idea that maybe he should at some point meet with Ellie’s teacher. But when your small hand wrapped around his he got scared— scared this could become something real.

Everyone he has ever gotten attached to he’s lost and he already accidentally went and got attached to Ellie, he didn't know if he had it in him to do it to another person. 

And on top of that, he was a bad man, he had done horrible things. You were also so much younger and prettier than him—a sweet, soft thing Joel didn’t feel he deserved.

But looking at your heartbroken face now as you looked back at him and then at Veronica, he knew he messed up. He should have never started avoiding you.

It was never the answer, but Joel had never been good at feelings, this much is evident. 

“Come on sweetheart, let’s get you home.”

The walk back from the Tipsy Bison to your house was a pretty close one, your hose only being about five minutes away.

Once you were at your door with a Joel who did not take “leave me alone” as an answer, you struggled to get the key in the lock in your drunken stupor which the large man beside you thankfully helped with. 

“Let me do that, sweetheart,” he muttered as his big warm hands covered yours and twisted the key, letting the both of you inside. 

“Joel, I don't feel so good…” you said shakily as Joel uttered a “shit” and quickly hurried you to the bathroom which he found pretty quickly—his hands quickly opening the toilet seat and finding purchase in your hair as he held it back, allowing you to empty the contents of your stomach. 

“Joel I’m so sorry,” you groaned as a tear fell down your cheek; your sadness, tiredness, and embarrassment flooded in all at once with help from the lingering alcohol in your system.

He shushed you softly and cradled you to his chest taking a second to rock you until your tears stopped and you felt well enough to stand. 

“How bout’ you brush your teeth and get your pajamas on—I’ll make you some tea then we’ll talk, yeah?” 

You nodded as he gently brushed your cheek with his thumb causing butterflies to erupt in your stomach as he made his way to your kitchen to attempt to find the ingredients and mug he needed.

You cleaned yourself up: showered, brushed your teeth, and put on sleepwear which helped you come back to a clearer state of mind allowing confusion to overtake you. 

Why was Joel here taking care of you, wouldn’t his girlfriend begin to ask questions? 

You weren’t allowed to keep worrying yourself with your thoughts as a knock on your bedroom door brought you back to reality. 

“May I come in? Made ya tea,” Joel’s voice rang out into your room softly as you muttered a quiet, “Sure.” 

Joel stepped into the room and handed you the mug which you took a generous sip of—the honeyed flavor soothing your throat and stomach. 

“Thank you so much, Joel, for walking me home and taking care of me. I’m so sorry-” 

“Don’t go apologizing darlin’ you have done nothin’ to have to apologize for,” Joel interrupted sending you a soft smile as he went to pick up your hand laying on your thigh, rubbing soothing circles into the smooth skin.

In a reversal of roles, it was your turn to pull your hand away as Joel frowned and you looked to the floor; he should have expected that after everything that’s happened. 

“I guess I deserve that,” he chuckles sadly as your turn to raise an eyebrow at him. 

“Well you have a girlfriend and I bet it would make her uncomfortable if she knew you were holding my hand, Joel.” 

Joel couldn’t help the loud laugh that escaped him at your words which completely stopped when he saw your features form into one of anger. 

“Why is that so funny? That’s why you stopped visiting and talking to me right? Because you found someone else.” 

You didn’t mean for it to come out as bitterly or as venomously as you said it but you couldn’t help it. You have spent weeks suffering over his actions towards you and now he helps you home, takes care of you, holds your hand like nothing happened? 

“M’ sorry sweetheart, I didn’t mean to make it seem like I was laughing at you. It’s just that…” He trails off collecting himself. Joel sighs out your name and begins to tell you that Veronica is not his girlfriend and that she was just Ellie’s teacher.

He explains to you all about their meetings and that tonight was just him getting her a drink to thank her for all her help. 

“I promise you darlin’ it wasn’t anythin’ more than that—don’t feel that way about her at all.” 

You process all the information Joel just unloaded on you; and though you do feel relief, you still feel irritation and sadness as his complete throwing away of your friendship—abandoning you without a word. You tell him as much as he releases another sigh and looks down toward the wooden floor. 

“Look, m’ not really good at this…” Joel starts, eyes flickering up to your face as he continues. 

“But coming into the shop and talkin’ to you started becoming the best parts of my day, sweetheart,” he pauses to give you a look of sincerity and to try holding your hand again—and this time— you let him.

“And I was just downright a coward and instead of facing my feelings I shut you out completely and I feel so fucking awful darlin’ I’m so sorry.” He whispers, tightening his grip on your hand.  

“I know it’s a lot to ask, but I'm hoping you can forgive me and that maybe we can try to be somethin. I don’t know if I’ll be very good at it and I’m so much older than you, but-” 

You cut Joel’s rambling off by pressing your lips to his in a soft kiss. You begin to pull away when you don’t feel him kissing back, but he doesn’t give you a chance as he cups your head in a big hand and begins to kiss back with more fervor. 

“Joel,” you whimper as he begins to lay you back on your bed, his tongue licking the seam of your bottom lip asking for entrance into your soft, warm mouth—which you immediately allow. 

“Shhh, darlin’ will you lemme take care of ya? Wanna make you feel so good baby, make up for how bad I've been actin’.” 

You let out a moan when you feel the rough denim of his jeans buck up into your soft sleep shorts making contact with your clothed cunt. 

“Please Joel, need you so bad,” you whine as he starts to place kisses from your jaw down to your neck—slightly nipping and leaving a trail of small red spots in their wake, which he soothes with his tongue causing a high pitched whimper to leave your lips; beads of frustration beginning to gather at the corner of your lashes. 

“I got you sweetheart, I’m right here, can I take this off?” Joel questions as he lifts the hem of your tank top.

You nodded quickly as he borderline rips it over your head, quickly latching a mouth onto one of your nipples as he massages the neglected one with his hand. 

“Ohmygod-” you cry as he expertly flicks the bud with his tongue, soon moving over to the other nipple to give it the same treatment.

Arousal pools in your gut as Joel groans, beginning to leave kisses from your sternum, down to the soft skin of your belly, and right to the hem of your sleep shorts.

He leaves a soft kiss there and looks up to you to ask for permission to take them off. You nod vigorously but he shakes his head and leans down more to press a kiss to your clothed core, emitting a loud gasp from your mouth. 

“I need words darlin',” he states, glancing back up to you as you vocalize your permission. Joel wastes no time in taking your shorts down in one quick motion once you say yes—leaving you in your white lacy panties.

He runs a finger over the damp spot in your panties and then brings his arched nose close to the spot to breathe you in as well as to lick your folds through the cotton, his nose perfectly bumping your clit in this position causing you to squirm and moan his name. 

“Joel please,” you begged as he pulled away and began to run soothing circles into the soft skin of your thighs. 

“Please what baby, tell me what you need,” he demands as you try to buck your hips up to his mouth, but he won't let you, strong hands keeping you in place. 

“Your tongue Joel I need your tongue,” you whimper but he shakes his head. 

“Where do you need my tongue, baby? Gotta tell me if you wanna cum, sweet girl.” 

You whine in embarrassment and look down to see Joel Miller with the smuggest smirk you have ever seen. 

“I need your tongue on my pussy Joel, please take off my panties and use your tongue,” you beg as he chuckles and gently removes the white lace—quickly stuffing it in his back pocket before you can see. 

“Good girl baby, that s’all I needed,” he murmurs as his tongue comes into contact with the bare skin of your folds causing you to gasp his name and grab his salt and pepper hair to hold him against your cunt.

 “Oh my god Joel that feels so good!” You cry as his tongue moves from licking solid stripes against your folds to suckling gently on your clit, as your legs threaten to squeeze around his head. 

“Fucking Christ sweetheart, you taste so good, can’t get enough of you,” he groans as he continues to lick into you—the coil in your tummy beginning to tighten but you need more to get you to your high. 

“Mmm your fingers Joel, please I need your fingers,” you groan, causing Joel to growl against your pussy, the vibrations only heightening your pleasure. 

“Okay baby, think you can take two, huh?” he murmurs as he presses several small kisses to the inside of your thigh.

You whimper a small “yes” as he gathers your slick on his middle and ring finger—the burn you feel from the sheer girth of his fingers stretching you open fades into a dull bliss. 

“J-Joel I’m close,” you alert him as you buck into his face and fuck yourself on his fingers. 

“Yeah, baby? C’mon then cum for me sweetheart, let go,” Joel coos gently and that’s all it takes for the coil in your stomach to snap—a stream of your slick gushing out all over his face and onto the scruff of his beard. 

He continues to lick you through it until you're shuttering and mewling from the overstimulation. He pulls away with a large grin on his face as he reaches down to kiss you passionately, the sweetness of your fluids on his tongue making the kiss that much sweeter.

He wiped the rest of you off of his beard before giving you small pecks all over your face until you were giggling and he was chuckling. 

“I am sorry y’know,” he whispered in that silky smooth voice of his. You cupped his cheek with your hand, rubbing circles into the scratchy skin. 

“I know.” 

Joel got up to get a wet cloth to clean you up. He then took his time putting your sleepwear back on—leaving gentle kisses and massaging every inch of your body he could see.

He ended up spending the night as you curled into his strong arms as he stroked your hair until he felt your breathing even out as slumber took over you. 

He stayed up and watched you for a while until he soon fell victim to sleep; the thought of him finally being able to be completely happy despite everything was a comfortable thought, and it was all because of you. 

[xoxo-sarah]

Ms. Perfect

↝a/n: this is an old idea that I had in the back of my notes app. Oops.

↝pairing: Daryl Dixon x fem!reader

↝warning: death, widow!Reader, apocalypse, mean! Daryl, swearing, not proofread

|| Disclaimer: I do not own Daryl, or any character from The Walking Dead. I only own y/n and any characters I create with my own brain. ||

↝⎙ 4.23.24

Daryl wasn't sure why he hated you so much. You were nice to everyone around you, even understanding. But the sight of you makes the blood in his veins boil.

It became a routine; you and him sniping at each other, digging up trauma neither of you really wanted to. He just got under your skin. Like now.

“Sorry, in case you haven' noticed, the world ain't all rainbows and sunshine anymore. We don't shit money to buy the newest thing. Life is different, Doll. Get used to it.” He drawled, his eyebrows scrunched together.

There he goes again.

You weren't even talking to or about him, but he had heard you. That had been enough for him to butt in, apparently.

Ever since you had stumbled your way into Daryl's group early on, Daryl had had it out for you. At the creek, he would be pointing out how your hair had to have been done recently. Your jewelry, clothes, how smooth your skin looked from the expensive moisturizers and night creams you had to use, your newly manicured nails- ignoring the dirt and blood underneath-, and the shine in your eyes. You didn't have the shine at first, but when you would hang out with Carol, you would smile, and the recent glazed look was gone.

Your eyes shone brightly like the stars in the countryside. Not that you would know. You probably never had the chance to see how bright the stars shone in the city.

You were unbothered by the people at the campsite, keeping to yourself. You didn't have to worry about anything when the world was built for your liking and convenience.

Daryl despised you and that god-awful rock on your finger that could feed him for probably 6 months to a year. He glared at the ring every chance he got—so much so that you eventually yanked it off, throwing it in the murky pond.

Even after leaving the campsite, you stayed with the group, arguing with Daryl along the way.

“I get it, you're used to having people do everything for you, but we're not always going to be with you, Princess. Sorry life now is so much different from your perfect life before.” For a quiet guy, he always had so much to say to you. All negative.

You bit your cheek, glancing from Maggie—who you were originally talking to—to the dirty man in front of you. "Yeah-I had the perfect life. I had the fiancé that I couldn't wait to marry. I had the apartment that I had the luxury to design with my mother, gushing about the difference wallpapers." You smiled at the memory. Your mother had been so happy for you. "I had the fluffy dog that had its own room. I had the dad who would always talk about playing catch with his future grandchild. I had the money where I didn't have to worry about anything in life." You didn't falter as you felt behind your eyes begin to burn. " I did, alright? I had the life that almost every little girl dreams about. But it was yanked out of my hands, like everyone else's. One day, I didn't wake up to my fiancé kissing me, or the smell of burnt toast-- cause he didn't know how to cook. I woke up to him nowhere in sight. Instead, I heard yelling outside the door, car horns honking outside of the windows. When I opened the door, I saw my neighbors with white eyes, growling and clawing at the skin of the man I was going to marry and grow old with. His screams will haunt me 'til the day I die. But you will not ever hear me feeling bad for myself. I did have the perfect life, but that doesn't matter now. So, get over -yourself-, cause I am just trying to survive just like you."

Daryl watched your eyes gloss over, your nostrils flare. You were rightfully pissed. And right. He hadn't heard you weep for your past-- ever. You had jumped right into survival mode as soon as he laid eyes on you. You had held your own too- most people called you a badass, Daryl wouldn't let himself verbally agree. With that, you turned and walked away. Maggie shuffled awkwardly, glancing from you to Daryl. She wore a disappointed frown.

Weeks. You ignored his existence for weeks, 2 weeks to be exact. Everytime he would go up to you, you would walk away. Even if you were in the middle to a conversation. The person you were talking to wouldn't mind, really. They would've known about your bitter back-and-forth. They wouldn't think anything of it.

Daryl just wishes you would give him a chance to at least try to apologize. After you had let your walls down and told him about what the end of the world was like for you, he felt bad - pathetic, even. He was so jealous about how you lived before the outbreak, he didn't care about how it had affected you. He should've.

The moonlight led him towards your house, his hands fidgeting. The streets were silent, everyone already in bed. He hadn't been able to sleep. The thought of you kept him up in a different way than before.

His knuckles hovered over your door. You had to be in bed. Was it worth it? You would probably be too tired to yell at him. He knocked.

It took a minute for the door to open. You stood, rubbing sleep from your eyes, a sleep frown on your face. At the sight in front of you, your hand dropped, your sleepy eyes immediately rolling in annoyance. "Oh my god-" You tried to close the door, but his boot caught it before it could close all the way. "Move your foot, Dixon."

"Listen." His eyes were pleading, something you weren't used to. You kept the door open when he reluctantly moved his boot. " 'm sorry."

You scoffed, Sure, you are."

" 'm serious. " He looked at the floor as he brought his hand up, turning it and showing his hand. "Not sure why I kept it." At the sight of your ring, tears bordered your eyes. Your head pressed against the side of the door as your body shook with a silent sob. Daryl didn't look at you. He let you grieve for whatever you wanted to in that moment. He let you have that moment. After your sobs died down, his calloused hand took yours, opening your hand and dropping the ring into your palm.

"You're a dick." You hiccupped.

"I know." 

•2021-2024 by xoxo-sarah on Tumblr•

•My work is not to be translated, copied, modified, and/or reposted on any other site without my permission. [I don't give permission!]

[handmade-witch]

part 6 of Slytherin Boys x Incorrect Quotes~~

Part 1 ☆ Part 2 ☆ Part 3 ☆ Part 4 ☆ Part 5

Draco: Am I right, Mattheo?

Mattheo: I’m almost certain you’re not, but to be fair, I wasn’t listening.

☆☆☆

Mattheo: I’d kill someone if you asked me to.

[Y/N]: I’m pretty sure you’d kill someone even if I didn’t ask you to.

☆☆☆

Theodore: Can I ask you for a favor?

[Y/N]: I would literally die for you, but continue.

Theodore: We need to talk about you starting sentences that way.

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Mattheo: Is something burning?

Lorenzo, leaning seductively on the counter: Just my desire for you.

Mattheo: Lorenzo, the toaster is literally on fire.

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Lorenzo: Are you okay?

[Y/N], crying: Yeah, it was just the onions.

Lorenzo: *Picks up an onion* What the fuck did you say to [Y/N]?

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[Y/N]: I’m sad.

Lorenzo: Don’t be sad, because sad backwards is das.

Lorenzo: And das not good.

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Blaise: You know you can die from that, right?

Theodore: *smoking a cigarette* That’s the point.

Mattheo: *drinking alcohol* We’re trying to speed this up.

[Y/N] and Lorenzo: *Eating raw cookie dough and nodding*

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Kidnapper: We have your child

[Y/N]: I don’t have a child?

Kidnapper: Then who just asked for warm milk and made us cut the crusts off their sandwich?

[Y/N]: Oh god, you have Draco

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Theodore: Where are you going?

[Y/N]: To get MYSELF a gift cause somebody didn't get me one!

Theodore: I told you I did! Its coming here on Friday!

Mattheo, knowing full well that Theodore got [Y/N] an engagement ring: *eating popcorn*

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[Y/N]: I made this friendship bracelet for you.

Mattheo: You know, I’m not really a jewelry person.

[Y/N]: You don’t have to wear…

Mattheo: No, I’m gonna wear it forever. Back off.

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Theodore: Hey Blaise, do you wanna help us?

Blaise: Oh, I would... but I don’t want to.

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Theodore: This can’t get any worse. Can it?

Mattheo: Sure it can - just give me a minute.

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Mattheo: I am the most responsible person in the group.

Blaise: …You just set the kitchen on fire.

Mattheo: Yes, and I take full responsibility for that.

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[Y/N]: We need to open this locked door. Blaise, give me your credit card.

Blaise: Here.

[Y/N], pocketing it: Thanks. Mattheo, break down the door.

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[Y/N]: We all have our demons.

[Y/N], grabbing Mattheo: This one’s mine.

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Mattheo: This date is boring!

[Y/N]: This isn't a date. I said I was going to the store.

Mattheo: Then why did you invite me?

[Y/N]: I didnt, I specifically said "don't come with me," then you said, "fuck you [Y/N] I'll do whatever I want!

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[Y/N]: Why are you following me?

Theodore: Because we're dating now.

[Y/N]: Okay... what about Mattheo?

Theodore: We're a package deal.

Mattheo: Buy one idiot, get one free.

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Mattheo: *sneaking in through their window*

Lorenzo: *turning in their chair and flicking the light one* You want to tell me where you've been all night?

Mattheo: I was with Theodore?

Theodore: *turning in their chair* Wanna try again?

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Mattheo: All in all, a 100% successful trip.

[Y/N]: But we lost Draco.

Mattheo: All in all, a 100% successful trip!

[theangelcatalogue]

YANDERE 2012!TMNT WITH VILLAIN!DARLING(THAT WORKS WITH/FOR ANOTHER VILLAIN)!☆

Part two of this! -> ❔

Gender neutral reader!

Romantic!

Team up!

TW: TRACKERS, STALKING, OBSSESIVE BEHAVIOR, VIOLENCE, BLOOD, SWEARING, YANDERES, MANIPULATION, GUILTY TRIP, BAD ENGLISH, BAD GRAMMAR, I MADE P/N MALE AND MADE BY A MINOR! YOU DON'T NEED TO READ IF YOU DON'T WANT! IF I MISSED SOMETHING TELL ME

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☆ -> Sooo, what if the other turtles(and April and Casey!) also fall for you? That's what happens!

★ -> Oh Lord.

☆ -> Well, i don't know how, but the you got more yanderes!

★ -> With this 6 team up!(Raphael, Mikey, Donnie, Leo, April and Casey), you have to expect some things like: Possible stalking, trackers, and EXTREME violence towards P/N

☆ -> Sometimes they ignore you to fight with P/N, what makes have to help him after the fight, in most of them he is bleeding and many bruises

★ -> Raphael made sure he would feel pain, never take something that is not yours

☆ -> The turtles always finds yours and P/N location, it started ask yourself how? Just how?

★ -> Ask Donnie and his genius mind! He made sure the trackers wouldn't be noticed! He is happy that works

☆ -> To be honest they never understand what you saw in P/N and your both relationship, he calls you the worst things ever! And the way he treats you! He say the worst things for you and after that acts like nothing happend!

" Sir i think they have some type of protection! "

" OH DON'T TELL ME! REALLY? YOUR STUPID BITCH- " (P/N)

★ -> They would never do that!

☆ -> Ah and the masters of manipulation! Leo and Mikey! They told you so many things to try to convince you to give up and go to the lair with them!

" If you come back with us! You would love! "

" Come on Y/N! I know you are better than this! "

★ -> Can't forget April and Casey! Casey flirting a little with you and April always worried if you are ok!

" Y/N! Are you ok? " (A)

*Asking yourself why that fuck she cares about you*

" Looking good! Changed of super villain uniform? " (C) (To y/n)

*Confused as fuck* (P/N and Y/N)

★ -> P/N and you are just confused at the situation, like what is wrong with them?

☆ -> And you are so tired of hearing the: " Come with us to the lair! " ; " You are better than this! " ; " You can be a good person " ;

★ -> Also you need to be careful with P/N since they won't go easy on them

" Time to end with this- "

*Notices P/N in danger while fight with one of the turtles*

" P/N!!! "

☆ -> You can't let your partner die! And the group just want to end with this and bring you to the lair! Just that! It's too much to ask!?

★ -> But everyone except Leo and maybe Mikey(?) knows that you aren't a really good person, but hey this dont't stop them

☆ -> They focus more on capture you with some type of trap that hurt you, and P/N already noticed that, and is really worried with you

★ -> Like they have the violent one(?), the manipulator one, the genius one, the over protective one and the almost normal ones, ALMOST, but how we know they are not

☆ -> They noticed that P/N is more with you and really closer! Jealous

★ -> They need a plan to bring you with them now.

☆ -> And take care of P/N.

Songs! -> 💌 ❔ 🐢

-★-

NOTES:

✮ That's so bad wth, i am going to remake that and part one gosh✮

✮ Anyways i am going to write more about this cause yeah ✮

✮ P/N means Partner's name! You can see as romantic or platonic! ✮

✮ Please take care of yourself! <3 ✮

✮ Some memes: ✮

[sushiwriterhere]

foggy

summary: "Perhaps most tantalizing of all were his glasses–their lenses were lightly fogged, but you could still almost see his wide eyes behind them."  rating: explicit (18+ mdni) pairing: bob floyd x f!reader word count: ~2.9k warnings: idiots pining, car sex (lol), hangman being hangman, no use of y/n.  notes: Inspired by me thinking about Bob's glasses getting all fogged up. y'all i wish i could apologize for this but all i can think abt is this man and how someone once said they wanna chew on him like a polly pocket.. anyways please let me know what you think ! no beta we die like men tagging: @sebsxphia @theharddeck - tagging ppl either by request or whom i feel like luv bob soooo pls let me know if you'd like to be added/removed

You were usually far more behaved than this, really. You paid attention in your classes, did your work, showed up on time to your job–kept it all together. But there was something about him, about Bob, that just made that tiny part of you want to be reckless. And he had no idea. 

There he was, along with the rest of the group like every Friday, sitting and watching them play pool. They’d hoot and holler, order drink after drink, and he’d sit and laugh along with his peanuts and his Shirley Temples or lemonades. And it made you want to jump his bones.

It was a smidge ironic that as a bartender his non-alcoholic drink choices were part of what got you going, but what could you say? A man of multitudes and contradictions was appealing, and Bob was just that. Best weapons system operator around, shy as all hell, and damn smart. He always tipped generously, never put his phone on the bar, and had interrupted more than one creep on a mission to try and ruin your Friday night (flirting is for tips, not for keeps!). 

But any time you tried to move it past your brief interactions, he always slipped away. You figured it wasn’t necessarily on purpose— he seemed to be friendly otherwise, just probably not interested. So you resigned yourself to the occasional small chat when making drinks or he came in while the Hard Deck was a bit less noisy—and ever so often, finishing while imagining just what it would feel like to have his body pressed up against yours. 

And this Friday began like every other. You came in right as lunch ended, and busied yourself with prepping more limes than you ever wanted to see again in your life. There were glasses to be stacked, napkins and straws to be refilled, and liquors to be restocked. Patrons would start trickling in around 5 or 6, with the majority starting to filter in around 8, clearly coming from dinner or work. By 9, the Hard Deck would be packed to the brim with fighter pilots and other people from the nearby base. 

Your favorite fighter pilots would make it in at 8:45 pm every Friday, like clockwork. They’d take over the pool table with a direct eyeline to the bar, and stay till the early hours of the morning, sometimes till closing. Rooster usually bought the first round if the weather was nice, Hangman would when the weather was shit. More than once you’d tried to discern a pattern beyond that, but they seemed to have some sort of system. 

Bob would always buy his own drinks. 

He’d make his way to the bar, smiling gently at you and waiting patiently while you fielded other customers. Then he’d place his drink order and ask for a refill on his cup of peanuts, and stand there humming something to himself while you poured him a drink. Tips came in cash, straight into your palms and always paired with a soft smile that made your knees weak and your pulse hammer.

Tonight was no different. He ordered his lemonade and handed you cash with a warm smile before returning to what appeared to be an increasingly hostile and heated game of pool. Sitting on the sidelines, he seemed to just be content observing the madness. 

When Hangman approached the bar during a momentary lull, you expected it to be for another round. Except he leaned over the counter conspiratorially, and crooked a finger at you to beckon you closer. 

“I have a secret to tell you, only it’s not really a secret.” He had a coy smile on his face like he was about to tell you he’d taken a cookie from the cookie jar. 

You really wanted to roll your eyes at him, but you had to admit sometimes Hangman was entertaining and you figured your shift would at least be somewhat more lively with his antics. So you just shifted closer to him while maintaining an eye on the bar in case someone needed anything. 

“Do tell.”

He pointed a finger back towards the game of pool just as Rooster sunk a shot and Phoenix high-fived him, “You see Bob over there?”

You narrowed your eyes. You definitely didn’t like where this was going. While Hangman was all huge ego on the outside, you knew he wasn’t really like that on the inside, so it made you suspicious that he was deciding to pick on Bob. Usually it was all in good fun, but you had a soft spot for Bob and you really didn’t want to be caught up in any hurtful gossip.

“Play nice in my bar, Bagman.” You said, scrubbing a bit more aggressively at the countertop than you meant to.

“Hey! I’ll have you know I’m playing very nice, I’m being a wingman instead of Hangman tonight.” Wingman? “Bob over there, has a very big and bad crush on a certain someone.” 

You hoped this was some sort of prank, because Hangman had one perfectly manicured finger pointing at you. You felt your face go bright red. 

“That’s not playing nice.” God, why was this happening? 

It was one thing to harbor your little crush on Bob, to let yourself check him out while you were sure he wasn’t looking, it was another to have Hangman mock you by telling you that Bob liked you back. 

“He really thinks he’s being subtle,” Hangman continued as if he hadn’t heard you speak, “But he refuses to let us buy his drinks whenever we’re buying a round just so he can talk to you. I swear he spends more time up here or staring at you than he does hanging out with us.”

Saved by a customer, you let your attention drift away from Hangman and what he’d said to you. Even though he lingered, leaning on the bar, you tried not to focus on him. 

What did he mean Bob had a crush on you? That couldn’t be possible. A few weeks prior you had almost asked Bob out to dinner after not charging him for his drink, hoping that that would be enough to start a bit of flirting. 

Instead the WSO had placed enough cash to cover his drink and a very generous tip on the bar and stammered out something about needing to get back to the game of pool him and Rooster were losing. So you took that as your hint. 

Ever a patient asshole, Hangman was still there after you finished making drinks. Clearly being decently drunk wasn’t enough to keep him from being a pain. He just kept looking between you and Bob and not saying anything. 

“You’re scaring other customers.” You wanted this to end, the observation, you wanted to get out from under his knowing gaze.

He flicked a cherry stem at you, and without flinching proceeded to make you feel like you were officially the world’s least subtle person, “It’s not hard to see that you and Bob wanna jump each other’s bones, I think once you get it out of your system you’ll be perfect for each other. Just have to get over that first hurdle.”

And with that, Hangman walked himself back over to the rest of the group. You stood there in stunned silence trying to process exactly what just happened.

-

Like you said before, you were usually far more behaved than this. But nevertheless, you now found yourself pressed up against your car in the corner of the Hard Deck’s parking lot, Bob’s lips on yours and his hands on your waist. 

Anyone could see. Hangman or Rooster could step out for a breath of fresh air, maybe even a drunk cigarette (no one was allowed to tell Mav), and see you pulling Bob’s shirt out of his standard-issue khakis and running your hands over his stomach. You had always known he was hiding some serious muscle under his uniform. Someone could see you, weak in the knees for the quiet, but beautiful, Bob. 

“Jesus Christ,” he said quietly against your lips as you scratched at his back and trembled in his arms. “We shouldn’t–shouldn’t be doing this out in the open. You deserve better.”

Was it wrong that him being so respectful made you want him to ruin you all that more? What you wouldn’t give to be in your, or his, apartment right now, protected by four walls and free to strip and see all of him. But for now, you’d have to take the cards you were dealt. 

Grasping behind yourself, you yanked the back door handle against yourself, feeling the door give against you and open slightly. You pushed Bob off you gently, just enough to pull the door open and grab his collar to pull him into the car with you. He made a choked off sound, and you honestly weren’t sure if it was because of you grabbing his shirt or if he was surprised. 

“Wait,” He managed, and you froze, “I... Will you sit in my lap?”

You were going to die, here and now, with him almost hovering over you, his eyes wide and pleading. For a moment, time seemed to turn into something syrupy as he slid fully into the car, shut the door, and pulled you into his lap. 

You both sat there for just a moment, panting and staring at each other. Maybe you owed Hangman an apology for doubting his wingman skills, but you weren’t sure you wanted to inflate his ego more than it already was. 

However, he did deserve some credit. After he had dropped that bomb on you, Bob had come over and asked if you were alright, claiming he’d give Hangman a talking-to about whatever he said that had clearly upset you. You just stood there staring at him, until he started to squirm slightly under your gaze. 

It was in that moment you had blurted out, “I have a crush on you.”

He had stared at you for a split second before he whispered, so quietly you weren’t even sure you were supposed to hear it, “Oh my god, I want to kiss you so badly.” 

It had taken everything in you not to drag him across the bar and press your lips into his. Instead, you managed to tell him that you had your thirty minute break in five minutes, and to meet you in the parking lot by your car. It was probably the most reckless thing you had ever done.

So that was how you ended up in the backseat of your car, Bob’s tongue running along the seam of your lips, whining slightly when you opened your mouth to feel his tongue glide over your teeth. You could tell he had his feet firmly planted on the floor by the steady rhythm of his hips against yours. That part of his actions seemed so confident, so assured in comparison to the slight tremor in his hands against your hips, but you wanted him to let loose a little, show you just how much he wanted you. 

The car rocked gently with your movements. He was panting as his forehead leaned against yours, and he let out a particularly high pitched whine as you grabbed him by the back of the neck to force your lips together again.

“Been thinking about this, about you,” he ground out as you both pulled away again to catch your breaths, “See you every Friday and Hangman, ah, Hangman makes fun of me.” 

You groaned at his confession and twisted your hands into his neatly combed hair. Honestly, you couldn’t judge his hesitancy, for god’s sake you thought he barely liked you as a friend. Plus, you’d firmly asked more than one patron to leave when they tried to be too forward. Bob was never too forward. 

“Been, fuck! Been, trying to be a gentleman.”

You didn’t want him to be a gentleman, you wanted him to ruin you. Grabbing his wrists, you shoved them under your shirt and sighed as he got the message, rubbing your nipples over your bra. 

“F-Fuck,” you gasped, rolling your hips against his more firmly. 

“You’re so beautiful,” He whispered as his lips marked a path down your neck, mouthing at your collarbone as he tugged the collar of your shirt to the side.

“Bob...” You could feel the heat in your stomach building, the familiar tingle in your fingers.

“I know, sweetheart, I know,” With one hand on your stomach rubbing soothing circles, and the other dipping into your bra, the flood of physical sensations was almost too much. 

You moaned into his mouth and shuddered against his grip, raking your hands through his hair and feeling just how much he liked the sensation of your nails scraping against his scalp when the rhythm of his hips stuttered.  

When you came it felt like a star bursting in your chest, everything went fuzzy around the edges as he rocked you in his lap and you rode out your orgasm. It felt like Christmas morning, your birthday, and every party all rolled into one. You shuddered as he kept your hips moving against his, clearly close. 

But you would have none of that.

Still trembling from your own release you unbuttoned his khakis with shaking hands and reached in to grasp him. He stared down at your through lightly fogged up glasses, clearly shocked. 

“Fuck, wait, are you sure—!” Was all he managed to get out before you were on your knees, doing your damndest to swallow him down.

He came with a choked shout, one hand on the back of your head and the other clawing at the worn leather of your seats, grasping for something, anything to keep him tethered. For a moment you stayed on your knees, reveling in the feeling of what had just happened. 

He was a fucking vision from this angle. His usually perfectly done haired was wild from you running your hands through it, his khakis were haphazardly open and his softening cock was laying against his stomach where you had rucked his shirt up. Breathing wild, his chest rose and fell quickly, and his fingers resting on the seat twitched in a matching rhythm to the ones in your hair.

Perhaps most tantalizing of all were his glasses–their lenses were fogged up, but you could still almost see his wide eyes behind them. 

You wished you had a camera to capture the moment. 

The moment was broken when Bob reached down to pull you back into his lap and move his lips softly against yours. It took you a moment to register that he was whispering sweet nothings to you–a combination of thank you, and all sorts of compliments that made your chest ache. 

A sudden alarm sound made both of you turn in opposite directions at the same time, smacking your foreheads together. Suddenly any sexual tension had completely dissipated, replaced by both of you melting into laughter. Leave it to you and Bob to top off humping in your car like teenagers by giving each other concussions. 

“I need to get back to work.” You whispered as he inspected your forehead for any lasting injuries, “That was my alarm.”

He pressed his lips to yours softly, as if he was savoring your final moments together. “Can I take you out to dinner tomorrow? Do this part right?”

“I’d love that.”

-

You almost made it to closing without anyone noticing that you and Bob had both conveniently been gone for most of your meal break. But the crew crowding the pool table was far too observant for their own good. To his credit, Bob got himself almost fully back to his normal appearance, and you slipped into the bathroom to make sure you were presentable again. 

“You should say thank you to people who do nice things for you,” Hangman was back, toothpick hanging loosely from his mouth as he turned a sly grin in your direction, “I’ll take a beer in compensation, though.”

Pretending not to know what he could possibly mean, you continued to clean up. “Making sure all your cups are on the bar by closing is not exactly free beer material.”

He scoffed and stole another garnish, “You might think you’re slick but Bob’s been staring at you uninterrupted since you got back from your little break.”

“According to you he stares at me regardless.” Sorry, Bob.

“Yeah, but now he stares at you all mopey, which means you must’ve gotten the other stuff out of your system–”

You threw a piece of ice, the universe granting you with perfect aim for once, and watched as it hit his collarbone and slid down his shirt. He jerked backwards with a hiss. 

“Okay! Just take your beer and shut up.” Why did he have to be like this?

“Why thank you sweetheart, consider your debt settled.” With a wink, he was gone.

If you were honest with yourself, you probably would give Hangman a thousand free beers just to see Bob in the backseat, glasses foggy, and staring at you like you hung the moon. But he didn’t have to know that.

[universitysunflowers]

Ok I've had some time to process heres my detailed thoughts (TBB spoilers)

First I want to get my biggest issue with the finale out of the way - Tech and CX-2. I have been delusional about him but not to the point that I wouldn't accept his death or other clones as CX-2, and I was staying open. But then they went and did exactly what I hoped they wouldn't: they gave us no confirmation of his identity at all and left him thumbtacked to a wall with no face reveal. Not only is this exactly what they did in Ahsoka, but I also feel like it left a huge gap in the finale storyline. They put so much emphasis on him throughout season 3, including the last episode, and we got nothing out of it. I also felt like this made Tech's death kind of meaningless?? Which I absolutely hate saying because of what he sacrificed in season 2, but why kill him when the rest of the batch gets to live happily on Pabu and grow old with Omega? Maybe the writers had a good reason and I just didn't pick up on it?

I also felt like we were gaslit into thinking it was Tech, only for the ending to imply he's been gone the whole time. Domicile? Phee? CX-2's fight with Crosshair and the waterfall? the way he got the most screen time out of a group that was so clearly meant to be an imperial reflection of the original squad? Idk guys I feel like we got cheated there.

I also wish we got some idea of what happened to Wolffe and Cody, but maybe that is an opening for another show? perhaps?

Ok now that that is out of the way I can talk about how much I absolutely loved the rest of the finale.

Emerie's character development was amazing I've been routing for her since the season 2 finale and you know those Jango Fett genes are coming in strong she will take such good care of those kids for as long as they need. I also think it would be cool to see her again in future productions, her character definitely has potential.

Echo survived!! All the parallels between him and CW season 6 Fives had me terrified that he was about to die but that arc trooper experience paid off. His reaction to Omega freeing the zillo is by far one of my favorite parts of the episode he was so proud of her and I was glad to see him work so well with Emerie. I am also fully ready to enjoy Echo and Rex leading a clone rebellion whenever they deem us deserving of it (looking at you Filoni). I know we don't have proof of anything but there are still to many unanswered questions surrounding the clones, I hope they finish those storylines.

The last Domino is still standing, they would be so proud of him (and his dad jokes).

Hemlock finally got what he deserved and oh I was so happy that Hunter was the one who did it, especially after all the batch went through because of him. And what came after that? Even better. We finally got a Crosshair and Omega hug (plus Hunter) and they all made it off Tantiss alive I mean what more could we ask for?

I have so many feelings on the ending and the epilogue and I'm not really sure how to put them into words but my first instinct when I finished the episode was to spend 40 minutes c r y i n g

they got a happy ending? they have peace and happiness on Pabu and got to see Omega grow up? Omega is going to fly with the rebellion and fight back against the empire?

and Tech will be with her the whole time???

I am unwell. This has left me emotionally unstable. Not only is that the best ending I could have hoped for given the past seasons but it is also such an amazing last look at their family. No matter how you think of them you have to admit Hunter was right, she is their kid and that will never change. That line alone will be living in my head rent free from here on out. Her last talk with Hunter was so well done and is one of the best moments in the whole show, but honestly Tech's goggles on her ship's dash is what broke me; he would be so proud of her I need at least 3-5 business days to process this.

Yes I have my issues with the unfinished storylines but wow that finale was something I don't think I will ever recover from. It may be one of the best endings we have ever seen in star wars. Like I said, I have a lot feelings and if I tried to put them all in a post it would have to be a multi-volume novel.

If you made it this far thank you! Feel free to add your own thoughts I like hearing what other people have to say. I'm just going to go burrow straight into the ground now and pretend I don't have finals next week because honestly who can be productive after something like that?

Oddly enough this is making me want to go back and watch the Clone Wars again, maybe Rebels too? Definitely making me nostalgic.

[kitthepurplepotato]

Week 6 Part 2 - Bring it on! 🪵🔥🍻

Summary: The group settles on the lovely clearing in the middle of the forest and enjoys a meal with a few drinks. Denki shows off his nonexistent bartender skills and makes Midoriya drunk. Y/N teases Katsuki but she stays alive for everyone’s surprise. Midoriya drinks some more to ease his worry… why is the empty chair giggling?

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol, drunk people (they are safe, class prez is on it!) , swear words, mentions of a box of condom? 

First Part Master List

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When you step out of the bus you find yourself on a lovely clearing in the middle of the forest; there is a river in the distance, hidden only by a few trees, giving the camper just enough privacy to wash themselves, but it’s close enough to not get lost in the dark. By the look of it, you will be the only group camping in the area as there is no sign of other campers anywhere; you can see some cabins, still in walking distance but that’s all.

“Listen, team!” Iida speaks up, his voice loud and strong.

“Tell us, Class Prez!” Kaminari chimes in, making the hero embarrassed, but he continues in the same, strong tone.

“We rented out the whole camping site so we can enjoy some privacy. There is a public toilet around the cabins, in case anyone’s uncomfortable to do their thing in the woods; it also has a shower. Please, refrain from sprinting to the river naked.” He looks at Kirishima and Denki while he says that and you can’t help but laugh. “As always, drinking is allowed but please, be reasonable; we are really far away from the city so you’ll probably end up dead before you get to a hospital.” … and he looks at Denki again. You really want to fold in two and laugh until you die. Kaminari looks like he’s about to speak up, but Iida doesn’t let him. “And no, I won’t recipro burst you to the hospital again, I’m also here to wind down.” He sighs, letting Momo take over.

“Iida really covered the basics, but I would like to add a few things as well; Ashido, no stripping games and no Truth or Dares. We are not in high school anymore.” Mina whines at that but nods. “Ochako, no midnight snacking. Bakugou, please refrain from using a deadly amount of spice when you cook. I had to call in sick the last time you made us food because all my creations came out in flames, burning to ashes before we had the chance to use them.” Katsuki snorts an almost silent “weakling” but nods; by the way his eyes shine with mischief he won’t actually listen. “Shinsou, I know Denki can be annoying when he drinks, but try not to freak out Y/N by binding Denki to a tree like you did the last time. There is already a gossip in the nearby city about a wailing dead woman in the woods thanks to you. I think that’s it.” Momo finishes and looks at Shouto expectantly; it’s not over.

“Don’t worry Shinsou, my man, I’ll do it for you if it’s needed!” Sero whispers into Shinsou’s ears.

“Deal.” He answers and they fist bump mischievously. Kaminari yelps. You love these people so much.

“Now let’s see who’s sharing a tent with who.” Shouto grabs his little book, the same he used to read your names from.

“Can’t we choose?!” Denki whines, but he gets shushed by Iida right away. This really is a fucking school trip, what the fuck.

“Tent 1, Katsuki and Eijirou. Tent 2, Denki, Hitoshi and Hanta, Tent 3, Tsuyu and Ochako. Tent 4, Momo and Mina. Tent 5, Deku, Iida and myself, Tent 6, Kyouka and Y/N. There is also a spare tent for any emergencies.”

For your surprise, Midoriya doesn’t look too happy about the distribution; he stares at the ground like a sad puppy while kicking into a small stone over and over.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” You whisper into his ear, your voice filled with worry.

“I’m fine, I just zoned out!” He laughs, but you know him enough to know he’s lying but you decide not to pry. “You need to be really happy to be able to have some bonding time with Kyouka, she was quite busy in the last few weeks.” He smiles again and looks back at group, ending the conversation.

After the tents are put up and ready to be slept in the group meets up in the middle of the clearing where Shouto is trying to start the fire.

Kirishima and Bakugou are busy with the food preparations; Kirishima peels while Bakugou cuts; Ochako is supposed to be on marshmallow duty but she gets banned from the job almost right away after eating half of the bag; Shinsou is in charge for the alcohol, or to be exact, of keeping Denki far away from it, while the rest of the team helps to set up the collapsible chairs and tables. Deku busies himself with the Non-alcoholic drinks; there are several options available in case someone isn’t a big drinker; there are different juices, soft drinks and of course, a massive amount of water. Midoriya pours himself a glass of orange juice and plops down next to you; as the stew cooks on the camping gas stove, the team gets together for the first round of drinks, handed out by KAMINARI.

“Wait, isn’t he banned from this activity?!” You ask Jirou, but she only rolls her eyes.

“He’s allowed to do the first round, but nothing else after. You won’t die from one shot but you might die from two.”

Splendid. The thing in your cup smells absolutely atrocious. It’s so strong it stings your eyes. You can’t wait to throw up after.

“To the new addition to our family!” Iida raises his cup and everyone cheers; the whole gang drinks the concoction in one go while you can’t even make it through the first sip without gagging.

“Let me take that from you, Sweet Pea.” Deku takes the cup from your hand and drinks it for you, making the whole gang cheer again at his chivalry.

“Awwwww!” Mina coos with a fond smile. “Find yourself a man who drinks two of Denki’s disgusting concoctions just to keep his loved one happy. Fuck, I’m so jelly.” She sighs, making you blush like a teen.

“He’s so manly!” Kirishima grins while stirring the food, but Katsuki slaps him on the forehead.

“Focus on the food, Shitty Head!”

“Yes, boss.” He mumbles and goes back to stir the food silently. He’s just about to finish his own drink when Katsuki takes it out of his hand and chugs it down. The sparkles in Kirishima’s eyes are actually visible.

“I need you to be sober until the food is done.” Katsuki says nonchalantly but his cheeks are already pink from the alcohol.

Oh, before you forget…

“Hey, Bakugou, I forgot to give you this!” You stand up and make your way to the small cooking station. You discreetly put something in Katsuki’s hands who looks at you questioningly but accepts the “present” anyway. When he opens his palms to see what’s inside his whole face turns tomato red.

“What the fuck, freeloader?!” Katsuki stares at the box of condoms in his hands. Yes, you are a little shit and it feels amazing to be one, thank you very much.

“Well, you asked me to bring some so I did. Have fun!” You chirp and sit back on your chair between a red faced, utterly confused Deku and a crying/laughing Jirou.

“If you fornicate in my tent, please let me know so I can burn it to a crisp.” Shouto deadpans while half of the team; the ones in the Deku’s Daycare group chat; laughs maniacally at your shenanigans.

“I fucking love her already.” Mina says between two laughing fits.

“I have no idea what’s going on but Y/N is the bravest woman I’ve ever met, that’s for sure.” Ochako looks at you like you are the best fucking thing in the world. This friend group is really weird but you love it here.

“I’ll absolutely murder you with my spiciest fucking chili tonight.” He yells viciously while the gang continues laughing.

“Oh well, thank god I love spicy food.” You wink and that was the last straw apparently; the blonde stomps away from the group grumpily.

“I’m going to see the river.”

“I heard cold water is good for burns.” Kaminari yells after him, barely avoiding Dynamight’s signature EP shot that comes towards him. You get a little bit flustered by the sudden noise so Midoriya pulls you close right away, covering your ears from the sound; when you look up you see him glaring daggers at Katsuki who doesn’t even bother to stop in his tracks.

“Asshole.” Midoriya grumbles. “Are you okay?“

“I might be quirkless, but I live in the world of quirks. I just got scared from the sudden noise, that’s all. I’m surprised he didn’t blow ME up to be honest, I really shouldn’t have done that in front of everyone.” You sigh, moving away from Midoriya; he looks at you with a hint of disappointment, his arms reluctant to let you go so soon. “I’ll apologize, just enjoy the company, yeah?” You smile and make your way to the river; Midoriya grabs your hand, looking at you with worried eyes; he bites his lips anxiously as he thinks about what to say next.

“Just… come back soon, okay?” He mumbles with a hint of a blush on his freckled cheeks, probably from the alcohol; he drank more than anyone else in the group.

“Always.” You smile as you make your way after the angry blonde sulking by the river.

~•🥦•~

“Sorry, man. That was fucking mean, wasn’t it?”

There is no reason for you to beat around the bush with this man so you say these lines right as you arrive at your destination.

“Technically, I did the same to you in the group chat, so… karma, I guess.” He sighs, disturbing the water with a small stick like a child. Kirishima would definitely take a picture right now, awkward or not. “You two got closer.” Bakugou states the obvious; you can’t help the tiny blush appearing on your face for being so obvious, even though you have no reason to be ashamed of it.

“It’s weird.” You admit. “Fighting against Midoriya’s affection is like fighting against the rain; you can scream, you can beg, you can kick the air, but it’s useless; the rain will fall when it wants to. Midoriya is like that, too.”

“All Might can change the weather.” Bakugou laughs at his own joke, shaking his head like he’s disappointed in himself. “Why are you fighting against it? Isn’t it a good thing?” Bakugou asks and for your surprise there is no edge to his voice; he looks at you with nothing but pure interest in his crimson eyes. These heroes and their sparkling beautiful eyes will be the death of you.

“Guess.” You laugh awkwardly, not even trying to hide your blush anymore.

“Hm.” He makes a dramatic thinking face. “Every time he’s snuggly you want to kiss his stupid freckled face in a non-friendly way?” He smirks at you, reducing you to a blushing-sputtering mess with how accurate his guess was.

“Wh…what?!” You stutter, looking at the still smirking blonde next to you incredulously.

“Did your stupid ass ever thought about him feeling the same way? About him having the same fucking thoughts and the same stupid excuses for not making a move? What then?”

“Stop!”

He doesn’t stop.

“How long will you walk on eggshells around him? Until he finds someone else? Fuck that shit, Y/N. Grow some balls. Test the waters. You’ll be surprised how much you can get away with. I know that dumb fucker like the back of my hands, you know. I’ve known him since I was fucking born.” He sighs while he stands up, his hands reaching out to you. “Come on, let’s go back. Our stupidly affectionate roommates are probably biting their nails off thinking I killed you already.” He laughs as you take his helping hand.

~•🥦•~

You two come back from the river with huge smiles on your faces; Bakugou’s arms are around your shoulders in a friendly manner and he teases you through the whole way, making you blush with his stupidly cheesy “headcanons” about Midoriya.

As you enter the circle, everyone stares at you; Kirishima looks at you two with a confused expression, Mina with pure wonder, Midoriya… well… he looks like he’s ready to kill. Again.

“Oi nerd, wanna swap roommates? I kinda took a liking to this one.” Katsuki says with a shit eating grin, but he gets smacked in the ass by Midoriya’s blackwhip so he lets you go with an ugly laugh. It’s so funny how you don’t even blush at the blonde’s comment; it’s so obvious he doesn’t actually mean it yet he still manages to make Midoriya angry. In a few seconds, his blackwhip disappears and he sits back on his tiny chair, arms crossed, lips pouting. By the massive blush on his face, he probably decided to drink some more to ease his nerves while you were away. He really needs to stop drinking this much. He looks so much worse than anyone else in the group and he haven’t slept properly for ages. When you sit down next to him he pulls your chair closer; after staring at you for a few moments, his face changes from the grumpy look to a derpy one.

“Y/N, I think I’m really drunk.” He giggles as he hides his face in his favorite spot on your neck.

“Oh no, he’s a goner.” Sero snickers, slowly sipping on his beer while he enjoys the “show”.

“Can’t wait to see what he will do tonight, haven’t seen him this drunk for ages.” Mina also chimes in and you have a feeling she knows what’s about to happen and that makes you feel a little bit uneasy, but you shake it off.

The whole gang giggles and you swear you can hear another voice you don’t know yet and also, there is a foldable chair opened up as an extra for no reason. This gang is weird. Also, maybe that ghost story isn’t that far away from the truth.

After a few more minutes and a few more sips of alcohol you start to have a hunch about what kind of drunk Midoriya is; as the sun goes down, Midoriya snuggles closer and closer and giggles at every single thing the gang says even if it’s not a funny conversation. Kaminari already drunk himself to a half dead state; he’s lying on the cold grass, using Shinsou’s shoes as a pillow, blabbing incoherent nonsense to no one in particular.

“I fucking hate when you are like this, you dumb little fuck.” Shinsou grumbles with a deep voice, aggravated. By the blush on his cheeks, he also had enough alcohol for the day and he’s an aggressive drunk apparently. “Why the fuck am I even here, why do I need to come here every time, you know I hate big crowds! You are a selfish bitch, Kitten, that’s what you fucking are.” Shinsou continues to grumble, not even caring that Denki is literally half asleep already. “Get the fuck up, Denki, you are going to catch cold and I ain’t gonna take care of your whiny sick ass.”

Iida decides this was enough of the show and ushers the two into their tents respectfully; Shinsou almost smacks Iida in the face, still aggravated for no reason but makes his way to his tent, dragging Denki with him by his hand; the guy doesn’t wake up just let’s Shinsou drag him through the dirty grass, still in laying position. It’s absolutely hilarious.

The sun is just about to go down, tinting the trees with an orange color; Izuku’s cheeks don’t need the help of the sunset, they are already blushed pink from the alcohol. You stare at your roommate with pure terror in your eyes; you have a feeling you’re gonna see something today you won’t be able to unsee, or Izuku will do something that can’t be undone. Or both.

Izuku is oblivious to your inner turmoil, he looks at his friends with a dreamy face, happy and content to be alive.

Oh well… maybe tonight isn’t gonna be as awkward as you think.

“Hey, Sweet Pea.” Midoriya nudges your side, his massive, droopy puppy eyes staring at you from up close. Really close. Really really fucking close.

“Yes?”

“I love you. So much.”

… Nevermind.

…Next Part!

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Potato ramble:

~ I’m so sorry about the cliffhanger! I actually kinda hate myself for it, even though I know what comes next so I really don’t want to know what you guys are going through right now 😂 I had to though, as the story doesn’t have a break until the end of the next part… there’s a lot happening in these 2 days, let me tell ya! Send me a comment about your ideas, let’s see if they are correct! :D

~ Drink responsibly. Don’t be like Denki. He will miss all the fun now. :(

~ I kinda want to see their first outing together, it’s sounds like a lot of fun And pain for Iida 😂

~ See you guys next week! As always, comments, likes, reblogs are appreciated and they make my day! If you want to be added to the taglist, just send me a comment or a message 🩷

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[starlightsaphron]

Ok here we go my Lengthy Evil Bees Schnees Headcanon Timeline > before going to bacon academy yang transitions. Her life issues force her into donning a mask of what she thinks she Has to be as a woman and as a person. Still “likes men” because its part of her mask > weiss attends bacon academy > weiss realizes she likes women > weiss goes to the only girl she can peg (hah) as being queer for help > yang > yang goes “WHAT NO I DONT LIKE WOMEN I LIKE MEN IM CIS HAHA-fuck” > weiss goes “okay well. Do you wanna. Learn how to. Gay. Together.” then forms a secret QPR with yang, slowly becoming closer and closer friends, but with a lot of bullying because they both think its funny > yang begins to catch feelings for blake, and discusses this with her bestie weiss, and weiss goes “yeah absolutely, that sounds wonderful im glad you found someone you really do love :)” and the first drop of jealousy forms > yang goes “im going to ask blake out after the vytal festival” and weiss goes “yaya woohoo” > volume 3, occurs. > yang loses her best friend, her crush, and is fucking destroyed emotionally. > weiss looses her two best friends (ruby and yang) and her entire support group (everyone else) and has to figure out what to do again > vol 5 occurs, and yang and Weiss are reunited as besties but dont have time to really talk things out until The Conversation about Blake. > Post this they kinda. Just a smidge. Qpr it up in secret just so they can both get a little support. > vol 5 sees the reunion of blake into the group and so weiss and yang dont get as much time together as they used to, causing weiss’s jealousy to build until vol 6’s train crash and other things start piling up. > Vol 7 has some free time but most of it is spent training so weiss’s jealousy builds unknowingly to her, while she watches the bees start bumbling more and more, as she doesn’t recognize why shes feeling uncomfortable with their flirting (see: "YEP" when jaune invites ANYONE out) > vol 8 has so much shit in 2 days the only thing to happen is weiss losing yang but she cant even focus on that because the Bees are Bumbling and blake ALMOST kills herself but weiss goes “haha my best friend who i have No Feelings For would kill me if i let her crush die as well HAHAHA” > vol 9 happens and Weiss is too upset about losing the entirety of her country n shit to really care until the bees FINALLY bumble, in which she goes “haha. Yay. Yang did it. Why do i feel so alone. Hah. Haha…” and it finally clicks, but ruby’s breakdown immediately happens after this which becomes a significantly higher priority > once they return from the ever after is fair game (haha qrow and clover lol) so idk maybe while they hang out in vacuo weiss finally goes “bitch scoot over… i love yall” in a really awkward but heartfelt conversation and yang goes “yay!! I missed being able to do stuff with you” and blake goes “ive read enough fanfic to tell you were struggling” and then the bees schnees are born, OFFICIALLY

I love this idea so freaking much. I hadn’t even thought of QPR freezeburn before beeschnees before and I love it. Especially though the angle of Yang and Weiss’s personal exploration.

I’d love to read a full fic about this

[haddonfieldwhore]

scary dog privilege pt2- ethan landry

ethan landry x alt! reader

❤️🔪 spoilers for scream 6 🔪❤️

❤️🔪 spoilers for scream 6 🔪❤️

2.2k words // part 1

warnings: mentions of death, violence, blood/gore language, one instance of y/n, not edited

❥ taglist: @breadbowser @lillunna @fanboyluvr @wroetoslut @gojosbucket

in the last 12 hours, you and ethan had grown very close, despite the more than unusal circumstances; or maybe because of them. both having been thrown into such a crazy situation, with a masked killer on the loose, it made it a little better that you weren’t going through it alone. everyone in the group had someone - tara and sam had eachother, same with chad and mindy. ethan and you were by far the most outcasted from the group, so in a weird way it brought you together.

sam and tara had been attacked by a killer in a ghostface mask at a bodega on the way to the police station last night, confirming that the murder that had happened a few hours before was in fact no coincidence. woodsboro had followed sam and tara and their friends to new york, and by association, you, ethan and everyone else were potential targets as well as potential suspects.

it was now daytime, sam and tara having spent all night at the police station. everyone except danny, sam’s neighbour friend, were sat outside the college campus, listening to mindy go over the rules of a franchise; which is what she determined you were all in at this point. sitting on the bench next to ethan with your legs across his lap, as mindy stood in front of the group.

“listen up nerds. as terrifying as this situation is, i’m actually glad i get the chance i get to redeem myself for not calling the killers last time. now, it seems like the killer is out to make a sequel to the requel,” mindy began.

“um- what’s a requel?” anika asked, raising her hand.

“sweetie, you’re beautiful. let’s hold all questions till the end,” mindy said.

“stab 1 took place in woodsboro…. stab 2 took place in…college,” sam recalled.

“i don’t like this,” ethan shook his head.

“do we think the killer is following the movies?” tara asked.

“it’s possible, and it would make sense if this was a regular sequel. but nobody just makes sequels anymore, we’re in a franchise! and there are certain rules to surviving a franchise!” mindy explained.

“i had a feeling,” sam sighed.

“everything has to be bigger than last time. forget about the legacy characters; canon fodder at this point. only brought back to be killed of in a cheap bit for nostalgia bit. it’s all about doing something different to keep people coming back: longer chase scenes, higher body count. if the killers last time were whiney, snowflake film nerds with letterboxd accounts instead of personalities, you can expect it to be the opposite this time. new city, suspicious new characters added to the friend group to round out the suspect list. and that’s not even the worst part,” mindy went on.

“oh this is where she tells us the worst part,” chad chimes in.

“the thing about franchises is that they’re ongoing episodic storylines… which means that main characters are expendable now too. meaning any of us could bite it at any time… especially sam and tara.”

“wait- am i in the friend group?” ethan asked, and mindy nodded.

“yeah i feel like i don’t really qualify,” you added. “i didn’t even know you guys 2 days ago.”

“this is true. it would seem you just have terrible timing. plus- you are from woodsboro, so that probably counts for something,” chad said, and unfortunately you realized he was probably right.

“but-i’m not like… one of the targets?” ethan asked, to which mindy nodded again and responded with a simple ‘mhm’.

“am i gonna die a virgin?” ethan asked, perhaps not realizing he said it out loud.

“that was a weird overshare.” mindy said, making a face.

“and by the looks of it i don’t think that’s gonna be a problem,” chad teased, gesturing to you and ethan. a blush formed on ethan’s face and you gave chad the finger, although you weren’t really that offended. he returned the gesture with a smile, and you knew he had just been teasing.

“first up; ethan, the shy and dorky guy who no one suspects because he’s so shy and dorky-“ mindy continued her speech.

“watch it,” you threatened, giving her a nasty look.

“why am i on the suspect list? because i’m randomly chads roomate?” ethan asked.

“roomate lotteries can be juked- you could’ve fixed it to get next to us!” she said, turning her attention to you. “and you- clearly you have some unresolved anger issues, and you suspiciously found your way into our friend group the night the killings started. not to mention the fact that you look like you know how to murder someone and get away with it.”

“for the record - i was not exactly trying to join your friend group; no offence.”

“so how did you end up with us last night?” tara asked genuinely.

“we were together at the frat party when you all left,” ethan explained. “we have econ together.”

“together.. at the party?” chad asked suggestively, wiggling his eyebrows, and tara slapped his arm. “sorry.”

“i’m in your film studies class too,” you said to mindy, ignoring chads question.

“interesting. so you also have a connection to the first victim.”

“mindy- i know you’re having your patented monologue moment, but i was at the same party as you when the murder happened. and i was in the apartment with you when sam and tara were attacked- we all were.”

“there’s always more than one killer- which brings us back to ….quinn - the slutty roomate; a horror movie classic.”

“sex positive, and… thank you?” she said, a confused look on her face.

“how exactly did you come to live with sam and tara?”

“i answered their ad online-“

“okay, say no more; you’ve already implicated yourself enough,” mindy interrupted.

“it was an anonymous ad mindy, plus her dad is a cop-“

“and that makes it more likely that she’s the killer becasue having a cop dad is a great cover- do you not remember how these movies work tara?” she yelled. “and finally; anika,” she said gesturing to her girlfriend, who blew a kiss at her, which mindy returned. “never trust the love interest.” her eyes narrowed, and anikas smile dropped.

“okay.. so we have our rules. and we have our suspects.”

“uhh what about you guys?” ethan suggested, referring to the four survivors from last years attacks.

“i think it’s safe to rule out the four of us who went through this last year,” mindy smiled.

“agreed.” chad said, pointing at her.

“well what if it is one of you. i mean what if the trauma from the last killing spree got to be too much and one… or more of you snapped.” quinn suggested.

“or- what if all of the killings made you thirsty for more? i mean to be honest some of the theories online about sam…” ethan started.

“don’t you fucking dare.” tara snapped, and he raised his eyebrows, but didn’t continue his sentence.

“ok let’s just face facts. if we’re all suspects, you’re all suspects.” anika said.

everyone silently agreed, eyeing eachother nervously as you

///

everyone was back at sam and tara’s apartment, except for ethan, who had said he was going to econ. with everything going on you decided not to go, as well you thought better to stay with the group than split up. you had tried to convince ethan to stay as well, but he said his dad would kill him if he didn’t go - he was super uptight about grades and stuff.

sitting on the couch with anika as chad, mindy, tara and sam were in the kitchen, you started to wish you had gone with ethan. what if something happened to him?

“shit,” you muttered under your breath, and anika looked over at you.

“hey… if you’re worried about ethan, i’m sure he’s fine. he’s with a bunch of people in class right?” she smiled. you were thankful for the reassurance, and to her surprise you smiled back.

“you’re right… thank you.”

“you seem cool. i wish we met under better circumstances,” she admitted, and you were a little surprised; she was one on the only people in ethan’s friend group who had been nice to you.

“yeah, me too.”

“so.. you and ethan?” she asked playfully, and you shrugged, looking at your phone awkwardly, secretly hoping he would text to say he was alive or something.

“i don’t know. we made out at the party and then… all this happened.” you said. it had been a crazy 24 hours to say the least. you wondered what you would be doing right now if you hadn’t talked to ethan at the party. “he’s cute though. it’s nice to have a … friend through all this i guess.” you weren’t sure why you were being so open with her, but you couldn’t help but feel a little better after talking about how you were feeling.

“well, i think after all this is over we could be friends. isn’t stuff like this supposed to bring people together?” she said, and you felt your phone buzz in your lap. “is that him?”

“yeah; he’s just checking in,” you answered, before typing a reply to ethan to let him know you were all okay. you typed out “i miss you” but decided against sending it, instead erasing the message and dropping your phone back on your lap. it soon buzzed again, and you picked it up, expecting it to be ethan again.

banging sounds could be heard from quinn’s bedroom, and you assumed it was her and her guest going at it again, until you heard the four voices in the dining room hush and someone mutter a quiet “oh my god.”

looking at your phone, you opened a text from an unknown number to be met with a photo of someone in a ghostface costume holding a bloody quinn, just on the other side of the door. everyone gathered next to you and anika in the living room, and you all stood in silence staring at the door to quinn’s room.

“run,” mindy spoke, and the door swung open, quinn’s body landing on you and anika, knocking you both to the floor. ghostface followed close behind and slashed at mindys arm, as chad and tara ran out of the apartment, leaving you, mindy, anika and sam. pushing quinn’s bloodied body off of the two of you, terror flashed in your eyes as the killer dove towards you, and you sent him backwards with a boot to the chest. he went after anika next, his hands wrapping around her throat and lifting her off the ground, and she squirmed around before he pinned her to the wall and drove his knife into her stomach. she screamed in pain as the killer twisted the knife and dragged it upwards, blood pouring from the wound before you picked up a dining room chair and slammed it over his back. the killer dropped anika to the ground, and you and mindy grabbed her and followed sam into quinn’s room, managing to slam the door just in time. the killer banged against it repeatedly and you turned the lock, leaning against the door as you breathed heavily.

“mindy- bathroom door,“ sam whispered, and mindy hurried to lock door on the other side of the room to the adjacent bathroom, where you heard her exclaim, you assumed at the sight of quinn’s lovers body, considering he was nowhere to be seen. sam followed walked over to the window, and you heard her slide it open as you held your hands against anikas stomach, trying to stop the bleeding.

sam and mindy screamed, the killer having come around to the other side of the door through the bathroom, throwing his body against it and trying to break open the lock. you and anika ran over, and tried to help mindy hold the door closed. after slashing at you with the knife, creating a deep gash in your shoulder blade, the four of you managed to push him out, barricading the door with a dresser. it wouldn’t hold him off for long, and he continued to kick at the door as danny, sams boyfriend next door slid a ladder over the expanse between the two windows for you all to crawl across.

“she’s loosing a lot of blood,” mindy said, referring to anika.

“say something more positive!” she cried in response, as sam started climbing out the window. sam made it across, calling for mindy to come next. you and her were using your weight to hold the dresser in place, trying to keep the killer out of the room with all of your strength.

“someone has to hold the door. y/n you go, i’ll get anika next.” she suggested instead, and you knew mindy just wanted to stay behind to protect her girlfriend. somehow even with everything that was currently happening, your mind flashed to ethan; and you were thankful that he wasn’t here, and that he was somewhere safe. “come on!”

you shrieked as the killer managed to get the door slightly open, and reach his arm through, the silver knife in his hand catching your cheekbone and leaving a long cut behind. mindy still leaning all of her weight against the dresser nodded at you to go, and you made your way to the window, grabbing hold of the ladder. sam and danny were holding it steady on the other side, and all you could think was

do not look down

do not look down

do not look down-

you crawled across the cold ladder over the alleyway below; which was surely a 30 foot drop if not further. you made it across and danny pulled you into the apartment, as sam called for anika to come next. her and mindy went back and forth on who should go across first, and anika promised to be right behind mindy. pressing a tearful kiss to her shaking girlfriends lips, mindy started her crawl across the ladder as you all held the ladder steady from the other side.

you watched as the dresser continued to shake from the killer kicking the door to get in, and anika cried that she couldn’t do it as she approached the window, her trembling hands gripping the ladder with blood covered fingers. she was bleeding badly from her stomach, but with reassurance from mindy and sam, she got onto the ladder and slowly started moving across it. she was about a third of the way across, and the four of you in danny’s apartment watched with wide eyes as the killer broke into the room with no one’s weight holding the dresser.

“what?” anika asked, noticing that all of you had gone silent.

“anika you need to move right now!” mindy and sam yelled, urging her to continue across the ladder. she looked back as the killer stabbed the knife into the windowsill, and grabbed hold of the ladder. anika screamed and held on for dear life as he began to shake the ladder up and down, and then from side to side; attempting to throw her off of it.

the four of you tried desperately to hold it steady, mindy in hysterics. begging the terrified to hurry across the ladder. she managed to move slightly forward and was almost close enough to reach sams outstretched hand, as she called for her to take it. the ladder shook hard as she tried to grab hold of sams hand, and the killer twisted it to side, causing anika to fall screaming to the ground below, her head slamming into the open dumpster below. mindy balled next to you, and you all stared across the alleyway at the killer, as he picked up the knife and walked out of view.

[kerizaret]

Ok so it's An centric because of course it is. It's mine. It's also an au of an au so a lot of pairings likely won't make sense lol beware of that

I don't remember too much about the settings just that the Tenmas are the royals as is thr usual, also there is magic but it doesn't play that much of a role. I'll work on digging that up later...

The basic concept is that the cast lives in this high-ish fantasy world with a less than good kingdom, and Radder were once upon a time a group of knights, but Nagi happened and after that Taiga stayed loyal to the knights order and Ken... Didn't. And since the army or the knight order are like Basically the only well-paid jobs, they're not well off. Managing, but not well off.

Fast forward to the present day An is a bit of a brat who likes to do minor crime and steal stuff, not out of malice but more of a "stick it" attitude to the rulers (she knows Ken dislikes the knights, but not why), except one day she decides to steal something too fancy from the rich bakery and gets caugh red-handed by the hood of her shirt (literally). And basically you know that thing where a wise mentor catches a thief and makes them join forces of good saying "you'd be better off using those skills for goos"? Well, basically that, but An and (disguised) Taiga.

Since the justice system in the kingdom is... Not good, An is dragged to the castle and sat in front of a choice of a) either her father pays a fine for stealing (like x100 the times what the stolen thing actually worth "to discourage crime") b) she joins the knights to train and eventually pay it off herself, because she has a lot of potential and Taiga knows it. And An, being who she is, would rather walk off a cliff than do that to her dad.

That's how she ends up living in a royal castle as a trainee with an Attitude and meets (not necessarily in the castle, but just by Being Around these people)

1) Nene, a senior in experience but not in age knight, who is horrible with making friends & overall much more jaded than An is, but An is literally dead set on making friends with her

2) Touya, a son of a renowned court magician currently on house house arrest for almost taking off into the wilderness with a rogue

3) Akito, the aforementioned rogue/exiled knight, who literally cannot stay away from the castle for some reason??

4) Shiho, his partner in crime with much more brain power than he has

5) Kanade, a white mage/priestess/healer with a bad reputation for not using her magic unless she absolutely has to a d wasting her talent

6) Mafuyu, an apprentice white mage from a known family and very confusing, definitely out of the ordinary powers

7) Rui, a dark magician and alchemist with ties to both the royals and Nene that An literally cannot wrap her head around

8) His Highness Tsukasa being his best self (obnoxious & out of touch. He'll grow dw)

9) Saki, the princess & like the only person An considers to be fun to hang out in this Wretched Place

and the rest of them.

It's more of a collection of random scenes & scenarios & ideas than a full blown au if I'm honest; Annene is the central piece of it. I don't know if it's worth anything, I just think An is funny. She really struggles to take things seriously & copes with humour until it hits her that Oh fuck, she's actually stuck there forever and will just have to do whatever the royals tell her to. Even if her morals go against it. And she might die. Welp. Because she's my stress ball and putting her into moral dilemmas is my favourite hobby

Tl;dr:

THATS SO COOL ANS AMAZING I LOVE IT an you poor girl lmaooo.... ohfhh I do wonder how she finds out the truth n all.... ALSO POOR KEN THEY JUST KIDNAPPED HIS DSUGHER HES PROBABLY WORRIED SICK 😭

The side characters are so interesting... kanamafu especially 👀

Man Jay your aus never disappoint I could read them forever

[wheneclipsefalls]

Ma Neteyam pt.6

 Part 5, Part 7

Summary: Neteyam is desperate to know what is occuring between the two clans.

Warnings: dirty talk, blowjob, smut, fingering, hand jobs, explicit, stockholm syndrome, abo universe, power imblalance, alpha/omega dynamics, daddy kink

A/N: Let’s be real, this chapter is mostly smut. (Minors don’t interact)

After a couple days Neteyam was finally allowed out with Vamai for the occasional hike. Kxolo had become more and more busy with the communication occurring between the Omatikaya clan and their own. No amount of pressing could get the alpha to speak on what these messages consisted of, but he assured the omega things were progressing in a good direction. There was no saying what that really meant, so Neteyam was forced instead to get information by his own means. 

He took every opportunity there was to be around the alpha when speaking to Tamil or Pulo, even Epok for safe measure. The omega would simply play it off as coming to get his mates attention. Oftentimes he found that cuddling against his side or hand holding would soften Kxolo up. Despite this, many of the times he would get very little information from these interactions. It only took a day or two before the group was evidently using code words to discuss matters. 

It didn’t take much to get Vamai to plot with him. The girl was always up for something that was outside of the monotonous routine. Breaking the rules only made her that much more intrigued, claiming danger was the real key in adventure. The two paid close attention to the betas and alphas around them, looking for patterns in their meetings along with keeping track of who was delivering the messages. 

“It has been three days of this constant messaging and Kxolo still won’t say a peep about them. I need to know what is going on!” Neteyam groaned before unsuccessfully trying to skip a rock against the lake’s surface. Vamai glanced back at the betas around the lake’s edge, checking to make sure they were still out of hearing range. 

“I think it’s time to face the facts, Nete. We are never going to get close to those meetings. It’s time to change tactics.” Neteyam cocked his head to the side in question at Vamai. 

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, can you really say you have tried everything possible to get in the loop? You are dating Olo’eyktan for crying out loud.” Exasperated, Neteyam stood from his crouching position and began to pace back and forth across the water’s edge.

“Of course I have. Eywa knows I have asked more times than I can count.” Vamai deadpanned back at the younger omega. 

“Asking? Oh sweet innocent Neteyam.” She teased in a mocking voice. Neteyam scowled as the girl continued to laugh.

“What?” He flew his hands in the air in impatience, waiting for her to explain.

“If you want something from an alpha you don’t just ask them. You coerce them, and you know the best way to do that?” Neteyam stopped in his tracks, getting a bad feeling about where the conversation was heading. Vamai’s playful smirk only confirmed his suspicions were correct. 

“Vamai no! I’m not some cheap slut.” Her laugh only became louder till the point of toppling over against the rocks. His face burned red with anger at his friends' mocking gestures. It was the same feeling he had when his parents told Lo’ak about the birds and bees before him and the young alpha refused to tell him anything. 

“Neteyam everyone knows what you two have been up to at night.” The beginning of dread began to gather in the pit of Neteyam’s stomach at the news. Mouth agape, slightly resembling a fish out of water, the omega male stared back at her in disbelief. 

“What? Since when?!” 

“Half the clan can hear you, Neteyam. You aren’t very quiet.” Her eyes lit up with amusement at the other omega’s reaction. Meanwhile Neteyam felt like he was about to die of embarrassment. Had this been the case from the beginning? How much were the other able to hear? Could they hear them speaking too? Vamai rolled her eyes playfully at the theatrical distraught look on the boy’s face. “No need to be shy. You aren’t the only ones keeping people up at night.” The comment did little to sway the male. 

“Why haven’t you ever brought this up?” A mortified groan left his lips as he ran one hand down his face. 

“I thought you knew.” She simply shrugged before casting her own rock into the lake. It cascaded perfectly across the surface with three bounces propelling it. Vamai smiled triumphantly, seemingly forgetting the worry of her friend. 

“Oh Great Mother.” Neteyam sighed to himself, once again attracting the attention of the other omega. 

“Oh stop stressing about it so much. My point was that this shouldn’t be that new of a thing for you. If you really want to know what is going on with your clan the best way to do it is use the assets you already have. You would be surprised what a simple blow job ca-”

“Vamai! I am not doing that!” The omega urgently whisper yelled back at the girl. His eyes frantically scanned across the guards praying to Eywa they had not been witness to any of the conversation. Neteyam was taught to not speak of such things, let alone plot to use them to his advantage. Vamai remained unconcerned by the Sully boy’s uneasy attitude towards the subject. 

“Is it a size problem? Cause there are ways around that.” Neteyam’s eyes widened at the insinuation. An insinuation that made his mind wonder to question the size himself. After all, Kxolo was not a short male. 

“I-I don’t know. I’ve never…” Vamai’s ears perked in interest at the stuttering. For once surprised by the outcome, she leaned closer to the boy from her crouched position. Neteyam didn’t care for the devious look in those eyes. 

“Are you saying you’ve never seen him naked?” It was obvious that there would be no response from the boy but Vamai didn’t let it ruin her fun. Neteyam internally screamed at himself for saying too much around the nosy omega. Vamai was relentless and the last thing he needed was to pour out every detail of his sex life as a form of entertainment for her. 

“Wow, I have to say I am surprised at that. Kxolo isn’t really the shy type. But then again, maybe he is just waiting for a certain someone to coax him out.” She winked back at the boy. Neteyam tried to play off the embarrassment with an eye roll before turning to immerse himself in the task of finding another skippable rock. However, his mind was already falling down the rabbit hole. Was the alpha waiting for an invitation? Was Neteyam supposed to give it to him? 

“On the bright side, that puts you at a great advantage. I’m sure he would give you just about anything to get some reciprocated attention.” The wheels started turning in the boy’s head as he considered her words. 

His conversation with Vamai was the seed of thought that grew into a slow obsession. Neteyam couldn’t get her words out of his head. His mind raced with questions begging to be answered as he pondered the relationship between the two. Up until that point he had never paid much mind to the fact that not only had he never seen the Olo’eyktan naked but also he had never seen or helped the man reach his own orgasm. It surprised Neteyam to find that this realization made him feel quite selfish, as if he owed the man who kidnapped him anything. That being said, Neteyam had reached a climax from the Kxolo’s hands more times than he cared to admit and not once did the Olo’eyktan ask for the favor to be returned. 

It was all Neteyam could think about as he sat through dinner, occasionally trying to appear polite by engaging in conversation. The questions continued even when he lay down to sleep next to the alpha in the hammock. He weighed the validity of Vamai’s statement about getting information concerning home. He wondered if Kxolo really would loosen his strict secretive attitude just from Neteyam providing some reciprocated pleasure. The outlined bulge against his ass throughout the night drew his mind to much more vulgar and explicit thoughts that had the omega getting very little sleep. 

The next day only proceeded in the same direction as he spent the morning hunting alone with his mate. Neteyam was still not trusted with weapons but he figured it would be better than sitting around waiting for Vamai to finish her responsibilities. However, sitting there watching the alpha now, he started to wonder if he had made a grave mistake. 

The male moved gracefully as if in a dance quietly creeping up to the animal. His brow was concentrated into a furrow as he pulled back the arrow, posture tall and strong. Eyes shifted lower and lower until they rested on the one scrap of fabric concealing the object of Neteyam’s curiosity. The v shape leading to the alpha’s pelvis felt like an invitation. No matter how many times he fluttered his eyes away, Neteyam always found himself back to that spot staring. 

“It seems to not be his day to return to Eywa. Let’s try further down the river.” His daze was broken, finally realizing the alpha’s attention had been turned back to him. Recovering quickly, they continued through the thick forest in pursuit of a more promising spot. 

When the Olo’eyktan would crouch low against the forest floor, Neteyam couldn’t shift his attention from the flexing in the man’s thighs and the skilled precision in every step Kxolo took. The thought of being between those strong thighs had his stomach fluttering. The alpha had proven his ability to get Neteyam into a mess beneath him, but what could Neteyam do to him? What effect could he have on the mighty Olo’eyktan who walked with the confidence of a god? 

On the way back, Neteyam considered Vamai’s advice once more and this time found it less appalling. Although he hated to admit it, he was burning to finally taste and feel the Olo’eyktan cock. Every instinct in his body was screaming to please his mate. There was an opportunity to satisfy that desire and progress his plans all in one swoop. 

“How was the meeting with the hunting party last night?” The boy feigned nonchalance as they walked side by side. 

“Still very confidential, little one.” A little put out by the instant rejection, Neteyam tried to figure out what step was next in the seduction process. Acting purely out of panic, he stepped in front of the alpha and pulled him down for a heated kiss. 

A small noise left the alpha’s throat in surprise at the sudden affection but the kiss was returned quickly regardless. Shifted onto the balls of his feet the boy reached up to hook his fingers around the back of Kxolo’s neck. The kiss became more heated as the alpha pulled the boy closer by the hips. Finally starting to feel successful Neteyam began to leave kisses trailing down the male’s torso, slowly starting to crouch to his knees. Lips hesitant but persistent they finally came across the top of the loincloth. One small hand reached out for the fabric but was quickly snatched by the wrist before he could continue. Looking up at Kxolo, he found the male staring back at him with an eyebrow raised. 

“What’s going on here, baby boy?” Nerves tickled his stomach, all of a sudden feeling inadequate to pull this off, but there was no backing out now. 

“I just thought that with everything going on I could help you let off some steam.” He looked through his lashes for good measure but the alpha’s face was unreadable. His chin was pinched firmly as Kxolo used it to straighten the omega back to his feet and bring him in close.

“Hm is that what it is?” Though hardly coming out as a question, Neteyam nodded along anyways. The stare was piercing and it made the boy shuffle uneasily on his feet. “Try again, baby.” 

“What?” he huffed out, frantically searching Kxolo's expression for clarification. 

“Sex is not a bargaining chip, Neteyam.” The boy felt his heart drop to his stomach at the intense look Kxolo gave him. Although desperate to come up with some way out of trouble, his mind went blank as the alpha took another step closer to tower over him. He craned his neck upwards at the male. “What was the plan? Suck me off and I’d spill all the secrets?”

“Do you…not want me to?” The responding dark chuckle sent a shiver down Neteyam’s spine.

“Trust me Neteyam, I think about it all the time. One of the many fantasies I have about you.” Neteyam felt a rush travel through his veins at the alpha’s confession. Not an ounce of shame showed in Kxolo’s face as he cockily smiled down at the Sully boy. His right hand came to slowly trace an invisible trail up the column of Neteyam’s neck. Knuckles brushed the azure skin softly before comin up to lightly cup his jaw. “Pretty lips wrapped around Daddy’s cock.” A thumb swiped across Neteyam’s bottom lip effectively parting it from the upper lip. Neteyam’s golden orbs looked up through his lashes, dumbfounded. “Just like that.” Kxolo murmured, the image now so much clearer. 

Neteyam was speechless. The boy felt like his muscles were made out of stone as not a single inch of him would move on command. That pull to the Olo’eyktan was back. An invisible line tying the two together. Against his will, Neteyam found his own fantasies following that of the older male’s. His hindbrain ached to know what the alpha tasted like. 

“But Neteyam,” The fantasies slipped away as he was snapped back into the moment. “When you get on your knees for me, it will be because you are aching for it.” His mouth went dry. “Not for some scheme to boss your alpha around.”

The touch was gone. Faster than Neteyam could blink, Kxolo was a few steps away picking up the bow and positioning it on his back. One wink over the shoulder was all he received before the older male was strolling through the forest with ease, as if he was on a Sunday afternoon walk. 

Trying to break out of his frozen state, Neteyam mentally cursed Vamai’s name. 

Seduction was never Neteyam’s strong suit but watching Kxolo at dinner he was sure the man wrote the novel on it. Every fleeting touch and simple brush was calculated. His relaxed spread leg posture, elbow resting on a propped knee gave the omega all the material he needed to spin together explicit stories. 

For the first time since arriving, Kxolo did not insist on having him pressed up against his side for the meal. Instead, he sat on the other side of the fire, directly across from Neteyam. Ironically, the space made the Sully boy more flustered than any of the other nights. Predatory eyes would drag slowly to Neteyam’s small form. Sometimes gliding from head to toe leisurely, other times narrowed in on the bite marks still visible on his skin.

By far the worst, however, was the knowing looks that the alpha sent him. Eyes bore into his own, a crooked smirk forming. An unbreakable confidence in that gaze telling Neteyam Kxolo knew exactly what he was daydreaming about. Then the heat of the gaze was gone as Kxolo switched back to friendly conversation with the other clan members so fast it gave Neteyam whiplash. 

The switch was borderline fascinating, but the young warrior knew it was a tease. Pure uninterrupted attention only to have it ripped away in a second. The first few times the boy thought he had hallucinated the occurrence. 

Neteyam fought to get a grip before focusing solely on the fish before him. Kxolo was setting him up for failure. Clearing his head of all dirty thoughts, he took deep breaths in and out slowly. Feeling his heart rate slow slightly, Neteyam went back to eating the fish once more. 

The twinkling of colliding beads broke his focus once more. Head thrown back, muscular arms bent at the elbow to reach behind, Kxolo went about leisurely collecting and trying the long decorated braids. His whole body was in a slight arch, hips raised so discreetly one would have to be looking to notice. Neteyam was looking. 

How easy it would be to reach the alpha. His hindbrain illustrated scenarios of crawling towards Kxolo to nestle between those strapping thighs. Rip the constricting piece of fabric concealing his mate’s cock. To finally feel the weight of his length against his tongue, savoring the taste. Low and guttural moans leave the older male’s throat, slowly thrusting up into the warmth with one large hand guiding the boy’s head down. 

The eyes were back. One eyebrow teasingly raised before it dropped suddenly. His amber gaze flicked down towards Neteyam’s lips before returning again with a darker haze. It was then that the omega realized his bottom lip was once again trapped between his teeth. 

Do not bite your lip like that unless you want me to rail that little hole of yours right here and now.

The words from the lake flashed through his brain causing the omega to release the lip at once. Great Mother, that man has a dirty mouth! Neteyam thought to himself. He tried not to acknowledge  how many times that dirty mouth had gotten him off whether through filthy words or filthy touches. 

There was an arrogant gleam in Kxolo’s eyes as he looked back towards his mate. There was no denying that the alpha knew what he was thinking of and most importantly what he desired. That being said, Neteyam knew that the older male would continue to be an asshole about it and make him work for it. There was always a game of foreplay with Kxolo. A chase. Chase for relief, chase for intimacy. He had made it clear that if Neteyam wanted something, he would have to ask for it. 

It was then that he noticed the bugle in the navy loincloth the Olo’eyktan wore. A familiar heat coiled in the pit of his stomach and Neteyam knew that he was done for. 

“Okay fine, you win.” Neteyam rushed out suddenly as they continued their walk back to the tent. Kxolo, however stopped in his tracks, head tilted to the side in curiosity.

“I win huh? Has a different ring to it than your usual bratty remarks.” Neteyam glared up at Kxolo ferociously. He swore if he wasn’t so horny, that alone would have pushed him into retaliating back at full force. “And what is it that I win, baby?”

“You know what I’m saying.” Kxolo feigned an oblivious expression, shrugging back at the boy. “What we were talking about earlier.”

“Earlier,” Within two strides Kxolo was pressed against him, already placing gentle kisses along the column of his neck. More slick began to gather as Neteyam’s head started towards that hazy state again. “We talk about a lot of things, baby.” Neteyam’s small hands instinctively found hold on the male’s biceps for support. “Perhaps you are referring to the conversation we had with three of my fingers deep in your hole.” An audible gasp exhaled from Neteyam’s as long fingers lightly brushed the crack of his ass. “That is if you can call it a conversation. Most of your contributions were those beautiful whimpers.” 

The words were starting to become a jumble as he could feel the older male’s bulge poking at his stomach. The goal however was ever so present in Neteyam’s mind as his omega hindbrain repetitively begged to feel Kxolo’s cock. It yearned to please his alpha, to hear more of those praises that generously left the Olo’eyktan’s lips during these interactions. 

“Or maybe you are begging me to care to these pretty marks again.” A jolt of electricity sprang through his body into a shiver as Kxolo’s fingertips teasingly ran along his sides until reaching the marks on his right hip bone. Neteyam shook his head trying to clear his thoughts. It frustrated him how easy it always was for Kxolo to get him into a delirious state just from a few touches and condescending remarks. 

“This morning y-you said I could…” Amber eyes looked back up at Neteyam from their spot against the curve of his hips. It took everything in him not to shuffle back at the burning intensity residing in that gaze. Kxolo’s eyes never strayed from that focus as he trailed slowly up Neteyam’s body. The flat of his nose teased against the smooth skin as slow kisses were deposited along the boy’s abs up to his pecs. Without warning sharp teeth gently nipped against his right nipple. The omega let out a gasp, attempting to step out of the embrace. Kxolo didn’t hesitate to grip his hips and pull him back in place. 

Finally that nose trailed along his collarbones and up his neck. Neteyam’s head fell back without a thought, leaving his throat open for access. To his surprise however, one hand cupped the back of his head, carefully positioning him back facing forward. Kxolo’s face continued to draw a long line from the edge of Neteyam’s jaw to his chin. The omega held his breath as it trailed up till they were nose to nose, lips less than an inch away. Hot heavy breath fanned against his lips and Neteyam’s eyes fluttered closed. 

The kiss was heavy and agonizingly slow. It was as if Kxolo was trying to memorize the feel of Neteyam’s soft lips against his own. And then they were gone and he opened his eyes to find the taller male staring straight back at him. 

“What are you asking for, baby? Use your words.” Fingers already twitching towards the waistband of Kxolos loincloth and accepting there was no way around it, Neteyam let the words flow out. 

“Please can I suck your cock, daddy?” A feline smirk stretched across the alpha’s lips before Neteyam was captured in another kiss. Neteyam allowed the male to dominate the dancing of their tongues, completely lost in his hormones. He could feel the last bit of resistance and logic float away from his mind. 

“Being such a sweet thing asking so nicely. How can I say no?” Heart thumping at an exponential rate, Neteyam stared back, completely lost as to what to do next. Always quick to pick up on the boy’s needs, Kxolo guided Neteyam’s hands down the alpha’s torso until they rested just barely above the loincloth. 

“I-I’ve never done it before.” 

“Of course not, baby. You’ve been a good boy, waiting for your alpha. Don’t worry, Daddy will teach you.” Neteyam’s omega instincts purred at the reassuring words. The nerves slowly started to wash away as Kxolo let the alpha pheromones drift towards the boy. 

“On your knees, baby.” Neteyam sank down without a further thought. His small fingers went out to rest against the large flexing thighs in front of him to steady himself. Pleased with the omega’s behavior, Kxolo affectionately brushed through Neteyam’s hair before going to untie the loincloth. 

Neteyam’s eyes finally looked away from the male’s face once a small slap sound of Kxolo’s cock hitting his stomach resonated. His breath hitched at the sight. 

Kxolo was bigger than he had anticipated. Fully erect with angry veins popping out, Neteyam wondered how he was ever going to fit it inside his mouth. The boy was sure he couldn't even wrap one hand around the whole thing. Noticing the dumbfounded expression, Kxolo let out a chuckle before intervening.

“Don’t worry, little one. We are going to take it nice and slow.” Neteyam mindlessly went to run a few fingers down the length. He let out a small squeak when Kxolo’s cock twitched under his finger. “Baby,” Eyes flickered up obediently to watch Kxolo. “How about you give it a little kiss?”

Hesitant lips gently placed a small kiss on the head. Neteyam nose scrunched slightly at the taste of precum. Following the praises, Neteyam was instructed to start licking along it. It started out as only small kitten licks but he stopped at the heavy breath released from the alpha. A new motivation to hear those noises began. Starting from the base of the balls, the Sully boy dragged the flat of his tongue slowly to the head.  

“Oh Great Mother!” The older male groaned from above. Looking back up at that expression, Neteyam felt a new addiction forming. A desire to have the upper hand, to know that he was the one making the mighty Olo’ekytan moan and groan his name. 

Waiting for no further instruction, Neteyam began tracing the veins with his tongue mercilessly. When he reached the head, the omega made sure to circle it around the circumference, drunk on the hazy look that was forming in Kxolo’s eyes. Not satisfied with the volume, Neteyam took one more deep breath before slowly sliding the head into his mouth. 

“Neteyam!” His cock was heavy on Neteyam’s tongue and thicker than anticipated so the boy’s lips had to stretch in order to fit around it. Despite these struggles, the omega began to drop his head down lower and lower onto his alpha’s cock. His descent was quickly disturbed as not only half way down it hit the back of the boy’s throat causing Neteyam to gag.

“Woah there, baby boy. Slow down, it’s ok.” Kxolo used the boy’s braids to gently guide him off his cock. Eyes glassy with tears and a line of saliva messily still attached to his lips, Neteyam gasped for air. It took everything in the alpha to not climax at the sight right then and there. 

“There’s no need to take Daddy’s cock all at once, baby boy.” Kxolo gently guided his head back down onto his cock but this time stopped before it was deep enough for discomfort. “That’s it baby, now try to breathe through your nose. It will help.” Looking up through his lashes at the male, Neteyam obeyed. “Whatever you can’t fit, you can use your hands for.”

Situated with mouth and hands around the male’s cock Neteyam began to bob slowly. He recalled what Kxolo had done to him before and experimented by hollowing his cheeks. The response was almost immediate as a low growl rumbled in the alpha’s chest. A new wave of confidence rushed through Neteyam, urging him to tighten around the cock and occasionally swirl his tongue around the head once more. Fingers tightened around the braids and the alpha’s chest began to rise and fall drastically. 

“Good boy, yes like that- oh Eywa- good job baby.” It was the most disheveled he had ever seen the other male and that realization made pride swell within him. His knees dug into the dirt as he tried to pick up the pace, careful to take deep breaths through his nose. 

“Look so pretty on daddy’s cock, baby. That pretty little mouth was made for this wasn’t it?” The words sent another jolt of arousal through the boy’s body as he realized how crude he must have looked on his knees desperately trying to engulf his mate’s cock. Neteyam could feel his backside was covered in slick that was already trickling down the back of his thighs. 

“What a sweet boy, making daddy feel so good.” Neteyam popped off at the comment and placed another kiss on the angry head before giving the alpha a sweet smile. Kxolo let out a strained laugh, shaking his head from side to side. Feeling devious, Neteyam began to kiss close along Kxolo’s pelvis, dragging his tongue around the erect area but never touching it. These games did not last long before Kxolo intervened. “Cheeky boy, time to go back down.” 

Deep groans and growls were music to Neteyam’s ears, urging him to continue the onslaught on the alpha’s member. Their eyes would connect randomly at points and Neteyam would bat his lashes flirtatiously till Kxolo was back to throwing his head back and moaning his approval. The moans drowned in praises and words of affirmation spurred Neteyam on as he did everything he could do to help Kxolo reach his high. His omega instincts purred at the idea of being the alpha’s source of pleasure. 

Switching back and forth between taking the member in his mouth and teasing with kisses and licks along the head and shaft, Neteyam would look up at Kxolo in fascination. Sometimes the alpha would stare back with a proud smile and others, he would catch the older male throwing his head back in pleasure. Sharp jawline accentuated by the long decorated braids and attentive eyes, Neteyam couldn’t help but admire how handsome the other male was. It was something he tried not to think about or acknowledge throughout the day but in moments like these, there was no denying it. Kxolo was the most attractive man he had ever seen. 

Neteyam lost track of time, completely fixated on the task before him. He choked in surprise as warm sticky cum spurted into his mouth. Not at all prepared, the boy jerked off of the member and sat there gasping for air as the rest of the alpha’s seed spurted along his jaw and cheeks. Kxolo’s growl of pleasure eventually tapered into a deep chuckle as he observed the mess along the startled boy’s face. 

“We can work on that later, baby.” Kxolo breathily reassured, still coming down from his high. Neteyam looked completely wrecked on his knees, pupils blown wide and cum messily drawn along his features. “You did such a good job, baby boy. What a good little cocksucker you are for daddy.” 

Neteyam moaned at the words, reaching up for the alpha. Kxolo quickly obliged, coming down to kneel in front of the boy and running his thumbs along Neteyam’s face. Gathering bits of sperm on his fingers, Kxolo slowly fed him the warm cum. He laughed softly at the pained expression Neteyam’s face contorted into at the taste, but was proud to find the boy continue regardless. 

“I think it’s your turn, little one.” Neteyam nodded frantically at the words, the smell of slick still thick in the air. “Where do you want me?” Kxolo didn’t need an answer as the smell intensified. 

The Olo’ekytan swiftly manhandled the boy to flip around, ass in the air and face pressed to the ground. This new position gave an unobscured view of the puckering hole winking at the male. He groaned at the sight, cock already starting to come back to life. He began with loving wet kisses along the perfect globes. These actions were not appreciated as Neteyam was in no mood for waiting. 

“That’s now what I need, daddy! Please!” Neteyam’s head turned to the side and pressed against the dirt, glassy eyes sent pleading looks back at the alpha. The bioluminescence began to grow brighter, leaving colorful glows of orange and purple painting across the boy’s glowing freckled skin. Looking at what a beautiful mess his mate was before him, Kxolo couldn’t find it in himself to deny the boy. 

“Don’t worry, baby boy. I’m going to take care of you.” The loincloth was removed quickly from Neteyam and lazily thrown to the side. Hungry eyes roamed across Neteyam as Kxolo used both hands to spread the cheeks apart. 

Kxolo’s lungs filled with air deeply as he inhaled the intoxicating scent of his omega. His face dove between those cheeks without a second thought, tongue licking slowly along the puckering hole. Neteyam whimpered at the foreign feeling, already shifting his hips in search of more stimulation. Kxolo could tell there was no patience left in the boy but lucky for Neteyam, the alpha was feeling very generous after seeing the boy pleasure him so openly. 

Neteyam took the first and second finger in with little pause in between. By the time a third one slipped past the rim, Neteyam had pushed himself back up onto his knees so his sweaty skin pressed firmly against Kxolo’s chest. Small gasps repetitively left the boy’s throat as he began to ride the thick fingers deep inside of him. Kxolo’s cock strained uncomfortably at the sight, completely in awe of the boy’s sudden desperation and confidence. 

“N-need more, need more now please!” Kxolo softly shushed the boy with a gentle stroke to the cheek before inserting his thumb. The tight ring of muscles grasped and pulled at the fingers with such strength, it took serious persuasion to slide them in and out. 

“Your ass is being a bit greedy, baby boy.” He condescendingly teased before running a hand down to grip Neteyam’s erect member. The air was filled only with the derogatory sounds of slicked fingers slapping into his hole. Neteyam let out louds groans as he rode the fingers so hard it began to put strain on Kxolo’s wrist. Still fisting his cock, Kxolo tried to match the speed of his pumping to that of the thrusts but nothing seemed to put the boy at ease. 

“Need more, daddy! It’s not enough!” Kxolo watched the boy’s expression to find a completely hazed over expression with furrowed eyebrows. The omega had gone completely dumb on the male’s fingers alone and the visual was something that both turned him on to no end and slightly worried the Olo’eyktan. 

“Hush, little one. It’s ok, I’m going to take care of you.” His grip tightened around the head of the boy’s cock but Neteyam was quickly shaking his head side to side.

“No! No, I need you inside now! Need your cock now daddy.” Something primal stirred in Kxolo at the words, but he tried to push it aside. Neteyam could barely remember his own name, let alone give consent to losing his virginity. 

“You don’t know what you are asking for, baby. Calm down and let me handle this.” Neteyam was neither soothed nor side tracked by the comment. 

“Yes I do! I need you to take me now! Need it so bad please please p-please! I’m asking nicely!” 

“Neteyam, I am not taking your virginity tonight just for you to hate me tomorrow.” A growl resonated from the smaller boy and in an instant Neteyam had slipped off those fingers and out of the male’s grasp. Like an enraged feline, Neteyam sharply turned on the male to roughly push those broad shoulders until the alpha was on his back and he was sitting on top of his pelvis. 

A new type of heat gathered in Kxolo’s stomach at the act of defiance. The male’s fangs came into view as a hiss escaped his chest and the alpha was practically throwing the smaller male’s body off of him. Merciless fingers gripped the back of Neteyam’s neck as Kxolo hovered above his helpless body. The other arm forcefully hooked under the boy’s right leg to keep him spread wide open for him.

Pure enraged fire roared in those golden eyes as he stared down at his mate. There was a line that had been crossed and Neteyam’s body shivered in anticipation of what was to come. The grip on the back of his neck was used as leverage as the alpha brought his face up towards him. A single breath could hardly pass between the two with their proximity. 

“Needy little brat, demanding more even when I’ve told you no.” The words passed through gritted teeth with venom laced into them. “Do you not trust that I will take care of you, omega?”

“N-no I mean y-yes I know you will.” Sentences were a struggle to tumble together as all Neteyam’s hindbrain could only focus on pleasing his alpha. 

“Am I not giving you enough attention, huh? Am I not making you feel good?” A sweet caress slowly down the boy’s propped inner thigh had him squirming and whining instantly. Exasperated whimpers left his lips as the alpha’s fingers slowly found themselves circling his rim once more. 

“No no! I’m sorry Daddy! F-feel so good!” Neteyam was taken aback by the sweet kiss against his lips. 

“Are you ready to behave for Daddy then?” Hot breath tickled the inside of Neteyam’s left ear from the words. Chills swept across the omega’s skin as every sense went on high alert. His body ached for something, anything. Anything that would soothe the searingly painful arousal and heat coiled in his core. 

“YES Daddy! I will, I will. I’ll be good I p-promi-” the sentence was cut off by a gasp Neteyam let out as two fingers slipped in without warning. Kxolo watched the expression with satisfaction, cock twitching from looking at the mess his omega had become underneath him. 

“Yes you will.” Kxolo growled out lowly before slipping his fingers back from behind Neteyam’s neck. One hand scissoring the boy open while the other leisurely traced along his torso, the omega arched into every touch. Neteyam let out a small scream as a third finger was added simultaneously with a harsh pinch to his left nipple. 

Sharp fangs dragged across his upper chest slowly inching closer and closer to the other peak. Neteyam craned his neck to see and anticipate the stimulation but was distracted by those fingers curling around his sweet spot. His head immediately threw back in pleasure, completely forgetting about the teeth. Neteyam began to twist helplessly under the man as lips and teeth began to torment his nipples while those fingers curled and slammed against his sweet spot. 

The pleasure became all too much as Kxolo’s other free hand began to tease the head of his cock. The thumb slipped in and Neteyam dug his heels into the ground to push away and attempt to close his thighs. A sharp bite latched itself around one nipple in warning. 

“Where do you think you’re going baby boy?” Kxolo squeezed the small cock in his hand firmly. 

“I-it’s too much!” Neteyam attempted to arch away from the touch, overwhelmed by the intensity that was bringing him closer and closer to the edge of orgasm. 

“Oh really? Just a few minutes ago you were whining at me for not giving you enough and now you sit here and tell you can’t even take a few fingers inside and strokes to your cock without falling apart.” Kxolo shook his head mockingly tsking at the boy. He used his own knees to spread Neteyam’s legs outwards once more while delivering long and firm strokes to his cock. Tears began to gather in the omega’s amber eyes. “You begged for more and now you are going to take it. Keep these legs spread for me. Don’t make me tell you again.” 

Kxolo smirked deviously at the twitches and increase of slick that gushed out during his reprimanding. He could complain all he wanted but the alpha knew Neteyam got off on being dominated. His body became putty in his hands, ready and willing to be shaped in any which way. 

Lowering himself back down again, Kxolo refocused his attention on dragging his tongue down the boy’s outlined abs while keeping up the onslaught on his cock and hole. He accentuated love bites with a simultaneous twist and curl of his fingers that made Neteyam cry out with tears down his face. His own cock strained horribly against the ground but the alpha tried to dismiss the arousal and focus instead on pushing the other boy over the edge. 

Neteyam’s fluttering hole and shaking thighs told the Olo’eyktan he was close but there was still one spot Kxolo wanted to revisit. Tongue and teeth carefully skated along the smooth star speckled skin before coming to rest right above the boy’s hipbone. One simple kiss to the area was rewarded with the omega arching his back dramatically as he moaned out gibberish. 

“One of my new favorite places.” He smirked against the skin before dragging the flat of his tongue along the concave surface. Kxolo let out a groan at the tightening of muscles around his fingers reacting to the touch. “Poor little thing, so sensitive.” 

“Daddy ple- please…I n-need.”

“Shh little one, I know what you need. Just keep making those pretty noises for me, ok?” Neteyam nodded his head messily against the dirt, eager to please. “Good boy.” 

Kxolo pumped his finger mercilessly against the spongy sweet spot while teasing the head of the boy’s cock with his thumb. Neteyam continued to moan and scream beneath as the pace of pumping to both sensitive parts started to drastically pick up. His fingers curled into the leaves and dirt beneath in ecstasy. “There you go, baby. You gonna cum for Daddy?”

“Ye-yes daddy gonna c-cum.” Watch the boy tremble, stutter, and twitch; he knew there was only one thing left to push him over the edge. He smiled down at the unmarked skin of Neteyam’s left hip. Sloppy kisses were deposited onto the glowing freckles and Neteyam had snatched the long braids into his grip. A scream ripped from the boy’s throat as Kxolo began to suck earnestly at the spot, determined to make a matching mark to the other hip. “C-close close so close Daddy!” 

One final bite to the hickey was all it took. Neteyam shook and arched as the cum spilled out of his cock and his hole gripped mercilessly onto Kxolo’s fingers inside. Kxolo continued the stimulation till it was carrying the boy through the orgasm. Neteyam’s eyes rolled back into his head as a silent scream kept his mouth wide open. 

Absolute perfection, the Olo’eyktan thought. 

When the younger boy finally gasped for air and began coming down from his high the two were a mess of cum and dirt. Kxolo carefully slipped his fingers out of the soaking hole, watching as Neteyam let out weak whimpers. Pupils blown wide with a blank stare, Neteyam was lost in the haze of post orgasm. 

Careless of the slick and cum his hands spread across the boy's skin as they traveled up his sides, Kxolo carefully laid a sweet kiss on his lips. There was a lag in response but eventually soft hesitant lips kissed back. 

“You back with me baby?” Kxolo quietly asked while comfortingly twisting some braids in his fingers. Neteyam nodded with hooded eyes that incidentally traveled down till they got caught on something. Kxolo followed his gaze to find it locked on his own rock hard cock upright against his stomach. 

“Y-you’re-”

“I’m alright, baby boy. Don’t worry about it.” He plastered on the most convincing smile he could muster even though all his body wanted to do was flip Neteyam over and pound into him till he was filled with his cum. 

“You want me to help?” Neteyam timidly offered. The alpha shook his head fondly at the generosity, sure that the omega could barely walk let alone handle another round. 

“Sweet one, you’ve helped more than enough.” Kxolo carefully positioned the limp boy into his lap, kissing tenderly along his jawline. Neteyam preened under the affection, eyes fluttering closed in exhaustion. 

Neteyam didn’t awake, held bridal style in the alpha’s arms, until cold water could be felt on his backside. His eyes shot open to realize Kxolo was wading them into the lake slowly. He whined at the temperature, such a drastic contradiction to his burning skin. 

“It’s ok, baby boy. Just need to clean you up.” Neteyam groaned in protest, trying to arch away from the water. Kxolo fought these movements gently but firmly to ensure there was no escape from the needed bath. He was set upon a submerged rock that had the waterline tickling against his ribcage. 

“It’s freezing!” The omega wrapped his arms around himself, teeth already on the verge of chattering. There was no space to avoid the waters however as Kxolo towered in front of him, large hands softly keeping the boy in place. 

“I know, little one but you are covered in dirt and cum.” He chuckled, scooping up some water to pour over Neteyam’s shoulder. The omega jerked at the action, already shivering in the lake. Kxolo was patient as he lathered soup into the boy’s chest and neck gently. Neteyam hissed and backed away with every splash of the water Kxolo carefully distributed but the alpha simply let out a small laugh and continued to hold him stationary. 

Neteyam finally stopped fighting it as he found the only true source of warmth was found in being pressed up against the older male. He was exhausted and, even though he would never admit it, craving the safety and comfort of the Olo’eyktan’s embrace. 

“Lean your head back.” Kxolo softly ordered, helping the boy recline to get his hair in the water. He took his time getting every leaf, vine, and piece of dirt washed out of the braids that had been swept back and forth across the forest floor. Despite the cold, Neteyam’s eyes fluttered sleepily from the comforting sensation of the alpha’s long fingers against his scalp. 

It took several dunks under water to get the residue off of Neteyam’s face and each time the boy would spring out of the water with narrowed eyes and pinched brows. Kxolo laughed at the Neteyam’s dramatic attitude that was easily fixed by a tight embrace and hands rubbing up and down his arms to create some heat. Kxolo was especially careful when his hands traveled southward and washed every nook and crevice. Neteyam would occasionally shift and whimper from the sensitivity, but he stayed obediently in the alpha’s arms nonetheless. 

“Stay here.” Neteyam groaned as Kxolo placed him back on the rock and went to wash himself. Without the large body blocking it, the wind whipped against his wet skin. Curled up into a ball, Neteyam watched the Olo’eyktan bathe, admiring the glowing lights that danced across the outlined muscles of his back. He became mesmerized by the long braids Kxolo carefully washed in the water. 

Neteyam’s head felt heavy as he lulled it from side to side till resting it against his propped knees. His mind was still a blurred jumble, only primal wants and needs in focus. The need to be warm. The need to be held. The need to feel his alpha’s body against his own. 

“Not time to sleep yet, baby boy.” The warm voice accompanied by a kiss to the forehead lured him out of sleep, finally blinking back up at the male. Strong arms wrapped around his back and under his knees till he was lifted again into Kxolo’s arms. Neteyam took the ride happily, wrapping his hands around his neck. Kxolo let out a content sigh at the feel of Neteyam’s face nuzzling into his neck. 

The walk back was silent and Neteyam only stayed conscious of random bits and snippets. The purrs and coos of wildlife acted as a lullaby along with the alpha’s calming scent encapsulating the omega with every inhale. It wasn’t until Kxolo had set him down and began tying a new loincloth around him that Neteyam realized they were back towards the hanging hammocks in the center of the village. The omega quickly scanned the area nervously to see if they had been noticed walking back naked but was relieved to find everyone asleep. 

“I thought we were going to the tent?”

“Change of plans. Come on, time to get you to bed.” Neteyam didn’t have the energy to care as he was led to the hanging hammock and helped down. He was quick to entangle their limbs together and place his head back into the crook of Kxolo’s neck. The Olo’eyktan cooed sweet nothings into his ear while tracing swirling patterns down the omega’s back. Neteyam subconsciously wrapped his tail around the older male’s thigh and snuggled closer. Everything in his nature told Neteyam this was where he was supposed to be.

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