#anyways it's late here i gotta get some rest. i hope you liked this :3

[defibrillism]

Favor (Lisa Cuddy/Stacy Warner)

2435 words

or, my gift for @layerberitamoderna for the gift exchange by @housemdanniversary!!! i'll be so honest, these two weren't even on my original list of pairings i'd write, but then i was struck by the idea of them talking post-s7 and i couldn't just leave that unwritten. anyways hope you enjoy!!!

She should've seen this coming.

Standing outside the wreckage now, sirens blaring from every conceivable direction, it was so obvious. That he'd do this to her. There was no other way this… situation (the word relationship seemed fairly redundant at this point) could've ended. It was House, for goodness' sake. As long as she'd known him, she'd also known that he was incapable of leaving well enough alone.

Self-destruction just wasn't enough for him anymore, it seemed. He just had to ruin things for her too.

Well, if that was what he wanted, then Lisa couldn't very well say he'd failed. Maybe, if he hadn't crashed his car into her house, she could go on another day, another month, another year telling herself and anyone who decided to stick their nose in her business that she could totally handle being his boss and his ex. Now, she never wanted to see him again as long as either of them lived.

But, oh, the hospital would be full of reminders of him when she got back to work. His full name still on the door of the diagnostics office until she found a better use for the space. The same fellows who worked under him for years, walking the halls as if nothing had ever happened; at least, until they found new jobs elsewhere. Nurses and doctors gossiping wherever she looked. Wilson, whose unwanted input would most likely only serve to make her blood boil long after she'd decided to move on.

Without looking at him, she knew he was standing a few meters away, getting his wrist patched up. She could practically hear his voice in his head already, echoing that unbearable "people don't change" sentiment that House had unapologetically shoved in her face for years.

"What did you expect would happen? It's House." She'd had the same thought a million times over, but coming from someone else- specifically Wilson, beacon of righteousness that he was- it was just maddening.

He'd never admit it, but he could be just as cynical and just as heartless as that bastard he called his best friend. And when it mattered, he always had to have House's back, even at her expense. Even if it meant blaming her for what happened, however subtly- it was her fault she decided to get involved with House, knowing what a messed up, damaged soul he was. Her fault things went south. Her fault he destroyed her home on a goddamn whim.

Even if House and Wilson weren't talking now, they would be in a month. Or two months. Either way, they'd go back to revolving around each other eventually.

Well, fuck him. She wasn't going to talk to him either.

Hospital aside, she'd been meaning to call her family- but now that she held the phone in her hand and the number at the ready, she realized she didn't want to think about what they would have to say either. If she told Mom and Julia the whole story, it'd be all they'd talk about for weeks. And knowing them, word would get out to aunts, uncles, grandparents, cousins she hadn't talked to in years but who she knew needed gossip, possibly even more than they needed food and water. Soon enough she'd be nothing more than a crazy story to them. She didn't want to be known for this.

As for Rachel, she'd already noticed his absence when they'd split up, and it had broken Lisa's heart when she'd asked, with all the innocence in the world, why she hadn't had a playdate with House in awhile. What was she supposed to tell her now?

She looked down at her daughter, her little eyes clamped shut as she curled up in her mother's arms, and sighed. The investigation was just about over. Which was good, because that meant no more police officers taking turns grilling her, and soon enough no more sirens to disturb Rachel's sleep. The downside, of course, was that she had no idea where to go from here.

All she wanted was to stumble into her bedroom and cry herself to sleep. Not that that was an option now, of course, more of a distant dream. The thought of staying at Mom's place- or, even worse, at Julia's place, with her and her loving husband- was completely out of the question. She wasn't in the mood for any more stupid queries, or God forbid, anyone's pity.

Well, alright, maybe she did want to cry into someone's arms while they rubbed her back and promised that it wasn't her fault. But who did she know who she could trust? To see her like that, and not let it define her in their eyes? She couldn't think of anyone.

(God, what a depressing fucking thought.)

Gently, she strapped Rachel into her car seat, before sitting down at the wheel and taking a deep breath.

What the hell was she going to do?

-

She knew now.

The thought had struck her while driving, when she was thinking about what she'd say to her lawyer once she finally called him up, once she could finally speak about the incident without her voice breaking and her eyes watering. And then it had hit her, so suddenly she nearly ran a red light:

Her lawyer. A phrase that brought her back to just a few years ago, when the hospital's lawyer was one Stacy Warner.

It'd all come back to her then. The year 2000; the turn of the century, and the year of House's infarction. The year that things had changed. The year that his relationship with Stacy had buckled under the weight of what she'd done to him in order to save his life, and ultimately fallen through in the end, their views of each other so thoroughly twisted that there wasn't much that could be done to fix their severed bond.

Admittedly, Lisa hadn't delved very much into House's feelings on the matter then; she knew he felt betrayed, saw the hurt in his eyes whenever Stacy entered the room, but ultimately she'd left the thankless task of tending to House's (copious, ever-bleeding) wounds for Wilson to handle, as always. 

Instead, she had stood by Stacy's side through all of it.

She remembered the night right after, when Stacy had crashed at her place and slept the night. It had changed things, seeing her curled up on the couch, hair tangled and clothes crumpled, her usually serene voice that was perfectly suited for an attorney now trembling with the sheer scale of her emotion, with loss. Up until then, over all those years, she'd always seemed so very put together. But this side of her was one that Lisa understood deeply, almost painfully.

She hoped Stacy was up for returning the favor. 

It was a good thing she'd remembered her address- well, hopefully it was still Stacy's address. Lisa didn't know what she'd do if she'd moved, and a stranger answered the door tonight. Or if nobody answered. Either way, she'd be alone.

Standing on the doorstep now, that possibility suddenly seemed much more plausible, much more daunting than it did 10 miles ago.

Daunting or not, it was late at night and she had her daughter in tow (God, she doesn't even know about Rachel yet…). If Stacy wasn't here, she would have to look for another option as soon as possible. She rang the doorbell, and waited.

Soon enough, the door swung open to reveal a familiar face. 

"Lisa?"

"Oh, thank God," Lisa breathed. Suddenly she felt herself becoming increasingly aware of how much of a mess she must look. Her eyes still stung from all the crying, and her hair…

Didn't matter. She wasn't here to put up a front; she didn't have the energy to put up a front as it was.

"It's certainly been a long time." 

“It has. I’m so sorry to show up here without warning, but-”

“Well, seeing how long it's been since we last spoke, I can only imagine you're here for a good reason,” Stacy said with a wry smile. “Come on in.”

Lisa turned around to look at Rachel, who was still asleep in the backseat of her car at the front of the driveway. She racked her brain trying to think of how to introduce Stacy to the very concept of Rachel. She was sure that the idea of having a kid had come up in one of their late-night conversations all those years ago, but Stacy hadn't been around for the attempts at in vitro, the foster child whose mother had had a change of heart at the last minute. The heartbreak she’d been through before she finally named Rachel as her own. 

Before she could come up with something, she heard Stacy inhale sharply behind her. Evidently, she'd followed Lisa’s gaze back to the car.

“Damnit,” she grimaced, pinching the bridge of her nose. “I was- I wasn't sure how to tell you about her. I'm so sorry if I overstepped, or-”

“What's her name?” 

“I- Rachel.”

“I can't believe you really did it,” Stacy muttered.

The conversation had taken a turn in a way Lisa hadn't quite expected, but welcomed nevertheless. She lowered her voice to match Stacy’s tone. “I know. I still can't believe it sometimes.”

“You should bring her inside. I have plenty of spare blankets, and I'd hate to make you leave her out in the dark like that.”

-

After she'd given Rachel a quick, incomplete explanation and tucked her in on the couch, Lisa rushed back outside, where she found Stacy tucking her lighter into her pocket as she took a long drag from a cigarette. 

The familiar scent of smoke enveloped Lisa, and she smiled despite herself. As a doctor, she couldn't possibly approve of this; but even as she absentmindedly ran through the adverse effects of smoking just as she’d memorized back in med school, she couldn't bring herself to feel more than affectionate disapproval.

Her train of thought was derailed by the sound of Stacy’s voice, clear but heavy with smoke. “Alright, well, the fact that you brought your daughter along with you means there's something really wrong.”

Lisa just sighed. She didn't want to say it herself; wondered how long it would take Stacy to get to the point.

She probably already had figured it out in her head; Lisa could practically hear the cogs whirring in there. This was just her trying to see how long it'd take for Lisa to bring it up herself.

“Well, you're certainly not here because you have babysitter issues. Knowing you, you probably have 3 on speed dial. And- your mom and your sister live pretty close by, don't they?”

Once met with a wordless nod from Lisa, she continued, “Well, you could've dropped her off with one of them if you still couldn't find a babysitter. That tells me that the problem was something you didn't want them to know about, but that you trusted you could come to me with.” 

Stacy turned to Lisa with understanding in her eyes. The full moon’s gentle light did quite a bit to illuminate her features, from her aquiline nose and the deep creases under her eyes and by her lips down to the stray gray streaks she'd acquired over the past few years. She looked… tired. 

Even still, Lisa couldn't help but to admit (to herself. What she thought of Stacy's looks was nobody else's business), she pulled off the salt-and-pepper look well.

“You know who you sound like right now?” she grumbled, breaking eye contact.

“Lisa, what did he do?”

There it was.

It wasn't a rhetorical question, or some kind of defense; Stacy knew better than to speak out for House without knowing what it was he'd even done. (Before the breakup, Lisa had always assumed that Stacy, more than anyone, knew just how bad he could get. 11 years ago, would she ever have seen this coming?) 

It was a genuine question. She could hear the concern, the strain in Stacy’s voice as she spoke. She really was worried about her.

Lisa didn't really want to talk about it. Either way, no point trying to deflect questions from a lawyer, much less one who’d known her for years, one who could read her like a damn book.

“He… drove his car into my house earlier today.” She stared up at the moon, desperately trying not to let the tears fall. It still felt so raw. She thought of her home laying in pieces all those miles away, and she fought the urge to hurl.

“He's worse than how you might remember him. I thought he was getting better, but clearly I was mistaken,” she just barely managed to say without her voice breaking, as Stacy swallowed hard and took in another breathful of smoke.

“...How long until it gets fixed?” 

“As far as I know, it'll probably take a couple months, but-” 

Looking at Stacy now, at that sincere look in her eyes, she could hear those cogs turning again- and suddenly Lisa realized why exactly she’d asked. 

“Stacy, you can't be serious! We can't just live here for months, you have your own issues to deal with. Don't you have to take care of Mark?”

Come to think of it, it was odd he hadn't come up until now. Not even a “keep it down, Mark’s asleep”- nothing at all. 

Stacy’s forlorn sigh was a non-answer, but it told Lisa all she needed to know. He wasn't here, he probably hadn't been for awhile, and probably wouldn't be for quite some time, if ever again.

It occurred to her that maybe, just maybe, Stacy was offering this partly because she needed it too, after whatever happened between her and Mark. 

What looked like sincerity now looked more like loneliness, and desperation, the same kind which Lisa had seen that night all those years ago, and so many subsequent nights which they’d always known better than to talk about, but that Lisa couldn't possibly help but think about now. Damnit. She'd been doing so well.

And oh, Stacy was leaning in now as she spoke, so close Lisa could just barely feel her warm breath against her own lips, calling back to those old, bad habits-

“Lisa, please,” she murmured. “Just accept this. Let yourself have this.” Let yourself have me. I need you here.

Looking down, she noticed Stacy's free hand hovering over one of her own. 

Without overthinking it this time, Lisa grabbed her hand and squeezed.

[almadelsur]

💋 The Secrets One Keeps

summary: You're in love with jj but he's with kie, so in moments of pure desperation you often find yourself turning to the person he hates the most...rafe

warnings: some good old angsty pining, very very slight smut if you squint, fem!reader, one or two uses of y/n, plz let me know if I missed anything

a/n: SHE'S BACKKKK, so I've decided to completely reformat and re-post this fic with a few tweaks and editing considering i first wrote this like 3 years ago, and yes for those of you who have been asking, I fully intend to finallly continue this fic....more info on that later ;)

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JJ’s eyes change the moment Kiara steps into any room. Immediately his presence is ripped away from your immediate atmosphere, popping the little bubble you'd spent all afternoon crafting as he sprung up to greet the olive-skinned enigma that captured his affections.

“Kie!” The joy in his tone was incomparable to anything he’d directed at anybody else. Nothing could draw out such happiness from the blonde. You hated that about her.

In an attempt at self-defense, your brain shut itself off. Shielding you from processing the scene in front of you, your emotions ran cold like cement pouring down and across your neurons. It was the only way you could survive such a beating to your heart.

You figured that by distancing yourself mentally, you wouldn’t have to raise suspicion and distance yourself physically. In reality, you knew the real reasoning was your inability to stay away from JJ but the facade helped you cope.

“Hey J” she embraced him and his body relaxed around her as if she was the only source of his happiness. The only way he’d find alleviation from what he perceived as a shitty life being through her. “Sorry I’m late my parents had me running like crazy at the wreck today.”

Scattered greetings filled the air from the rest of the pogues, yet you could only focus on the way his eyes fixated on her like she was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

“Here come sit baby” he offered her the seat he had just previously been place holding. What you thought had been quality time with your best friend, presented itself to you now as momentary attention to pass the time until his actual desire arrived.

Settling herself down and offering you a wide smile, her shoulder bumped against yours gently as a sign of acknowledgment.

“Hey dude” she directed at you, but you didn’t reply. You just couldn’t bring yourself to pretend. Not today anyway. Instead, you offered her a small smile, it was minimal but it was the best you could do under the circumstances.

“Yo" A crumpled tissue paper flew at your head, jj attempting to refocus your attention on him, "didn’t you say you were gonna get some water or something?” He spoke up, the scheme evident in his tone.

“um yeah I guess” You lifted yourself up and took a few steps before jj used the opportunity to slump himself down where you had been sat and sprawled his arms across his girlfriend’s shoulders.

“snooze ya loose sucker” he joked as he turned to Kiara to start up some mindless conversation. Leaving you behind in the dust.

Your teeth gritted as you focused on making your way to the kitchen hoping the distance from the scene unfolding would lift the iron grip on your heart.

You made the fatal mistake of glancing back and you were met with the image of jj nuzzling up to kiara in a picturesque display of love. The lump building at the base of your throat indicated that it was your time to get the hell out of there before you broke down in front of everyone. 

“Shit guys, y’know what I just realized I gotta go” You spoke quickly, your tone matching your pace as you rushed to the exit of the chateau. 

“You’re still coming to the party later though right?” John B asked, not tearing his eyes away from the screen in front of him. 

“Mhm yeah sure” you opened the door ready to depart. 

“Shit I forgot about that! Me and jj are gonna be late, we got dinner at the wreck tonight.” kiara added as you stepped out, unable to control the escape of a rogue tear.

“Date night babyyyy” You heard JJ cheer before you slammed the door behind you. 

“Is Y/N okay? She seemed a bit off.” Kie nudged JJ as she questioned. 

JJ furrowed his eyebrows momentarily. Glancing out the window, he saw you jog away from the house, and a brief flash of worry flashed through his mind. As quick as it came, it dissipated. He shook his head figuring that if there had been something wrong, he’d have been the first to know. 

“Nah she’s okay don't worry.” he offered to kie.

Boy was he mistaken. 

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“Fuuuck me” you moaned out, sinking into him one last time. You were hot, sweaty, and heaving as you pulled him out of you.

“I thought I just did” Rafe taunted leaning back to lie down, arms crossed behind his head causing his taut abdomen to flex.

You scrambled off the bed, picking up your garments and shoving them back on your body forcefully.

“What, no pillow talk?” He tried again.

“Rafe..” you trailed off. Whenever you’d finish fucking, you’d struggle to even look at him. The self-hatred flooded your body as soon as the orgasm poured out.

“Hey you called me” he eyed you intently but you knew he didn’t actually care. To rafe cameron everything was just a game. At this point it was pretty much common knowledge. “In fact” he moved closer to you so that he could speak directly into your ear “It’s always you that calls me.”

“Don’t be a dick” you stood up and eyed your heels contemplating whether you could face the walk back in them. “You know it makes me feel like shit.” It might have sounded brutal but that’s how things were with rafe.

“Yeah, it’s like you punctuate your orgasms with self-hate.”

“I'm a pogue, rafe.” You argued back as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“So? Kooks and pogues can fuck you know.” You couldn’t comprehend why you were even having this conversation. Why now, why tonight.

“Yeah maybe, not you though.” You didn’t want to tell him the reason explicitly.

“I fuck pogues.”

“You fuck anyone.” The words came out almost instantly and without thinking, yet rafe took no offense.

“Exactly so what’s the issue?”

“The issue is, rafe.” You paused trying to find the words without actually having to say the words. “The issue is that if my friends found out they’d hate me, probably more than I already hate myself.”

He just chuckled, the look in his eyes changing as he figured you out.

“What's funny?” You challenged.

“You don’t have to bullshit me princess.” He looked up at you with a devilish glint in his eye. “You just don’t want jj knowing about your little escapades huh?” Bingo.

“He’s with Kiara.” You shrugged him off.

“Uh huh, you like him but you can’t have him.” Every word he spoke striking a nerve deep within you. “So you’re fucking me to fuck him over.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.” You grabbed your heels and shoved them on, wincing as you buckled them up.

“Don’t I?” He threw his joggers on lazily as he stood, the level dynamics changing significantly. The older boy towered over you. “Where are they tonight?”

“Back at John B’s, we had a little get-together.” You crossed your arms. More often than not you usually called rafe after a few drinks left you feeling lonely. “Sorry, your invite must have gotten lost in the mail.” You attempted to jab at him with sarcasm yet he clearly held the upper hand with his line of questioning. 

“So all of them are there now?” He stepped towards you.

“Mhm,” You lied.

“Even jj?” Moving closer until your neck was craned upwards to meet his eyes.

Taking your silence as an answer, he reached up and ran his palms across your upper arms, prompting you to uncross them.

“He was uh- him and kie should be getting there soon” You mumbled.

“So would i be wrong in guessing, that might have prompted your call then?” You let yourself be guided by his movements leaning your neck further back as his hand trailed up to your jawbone.

“rafe…” you called out insignificantly.

He leaned in and pressed his lips against your neck, right over where he could feel your pulse, and pressed down.

You couldn’t help the gasp that left your mouth. Because as much as your heart belonged to jj, rafe was just so fucking good at raising your temperature.

“Round two?” He mumbled against your neck.

“Yeah..” you attempted yet it came out as a whisper. He grabbed you swiftly and lifted you, moving you across the room and throwing you down onto his bed, crawling on top of you in a predatory manner as he did so. As your back hit the bed, the ringing of your phone brought you back from the haze he had you under. 

“Wait rafe stop stop” you pushed him off and grabbed the screeching mobile, pressing it up to your ear. “Hello?”

“Dude, where are you?” The sound of jj’s voice came through over the pumping sound of music and party chatter. “Me and Kie just got back and John B says no one’s seen you for like over an hour.”

“Oh I’m uh, I had to go do something for my mom” The lie pouring out of your mouth caused rafe to chuckle which was of course met by a slap from you signaling for him to be quiet.

“Oh well, when are you getting back? I have to tell you about this date. You’re gonna be so proud of me I actually think I’m ready to tell Kie I love her” you screwed your eyes shut as he spoke.

“Yeah I- you know what I can’t make it back my mom needs me to stay and help out but uh I’ll see you tomorrow or something.” You hung up before he could even reply, throwing your phone down uncaring of its state.

“What’s wrong? They getting hitched?” Rafe spoke up from behind you.

You turned to Rafe, the fire in your veins pushing your arms to grab him, roughly pulling him back onto you.

“Just shut up and fuck me rafe.”

And fuck you he did.

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The next morning you woke up to the sight of rafe’s bare back. Not much of a cuddler, you figured.

Quietly you pushed the covers off and began to dress yourself back up. As you got to your shoes you sighed and shook your head, as if there was any way in hell you were going to walk home in heels. You scooped up your shoes and your now-cracked phone shaking your head, slightly ashamed at your outburst.

Without even a second glance at the sleeping body you were leaving behind, you made your way over to the door. As you turned the knob and stepped out to leave, a husky voice spoke up.

“I’ll keep my ringer on for you babe.”

You rolled your eyes looking back at him, “Fuck you rafe.”

“Yeah, that’s what I’m counting on.” He didn’t even open his eyes as he answered, instead just rustling around in the bed and turning to the other side, once again facing his back to you.

You scoffed as you exited. Your internal rant clouded your vision, body on autopilot with an excellent self-navigation of the Cameron house from the countless times you’d made this exit.

“Y/N?” The gentle voice wiped your thoughts clean as the shock stilled you dead in your tracks, slowly turning to come face to face with none other than Sarah.

“Sarah” you drawled out. “What are you doing here?”

“It’s my house?” Her head was cocked to the side, equally shocked to see you.

“No I just mean- I thought you were spending the night at John B’s.” You forced the small talk, avoiding the topic of why you were here, sneaking out at 8 in the morning.

“He had to work today, did you spend the night here?” She glanced up at the door of rafe’s bedroom.

“Umm-“ There had only been two other instances where you had been at a complete loss for words. The day jj told you he and Kiara were dating, the morning after your first sexual encounter with rafe, and now this.

“Are you sleeping with my brother?!” She whisper-shouted, eyes wide as the realization hit her. Busted.

“No?”

“Oh my god!” She grabbed you by the wrist and dragged you to her room, slamming the door as soon as you were both inside. “How long has this been going on?!” Her tone was loud and her hands wild as she interrogated you.

“Just a little under a year.” You sat on her bed and looked at your lap as you spoke. Reminiscent of a child being scolded.

“A year?! Oh my god!” She repeated. “Who knows about this?!”

With that, you looked up at her desperately. “No one. No one knows so please don’t tell them.” You didn’t have to name names for her to know who you were referring to.

“Are you two like” she paused “together?” She scrunched her nose up, disgusted at the thought of her bully of an older brother dating anyone.

“No god no. It’s just sex” you were just as uncomfortable as Sarah was, having to tell her about boning her older brother.

“Disgusting.” She turned away from you with her arms crossed, looking out the window.

“Look I’m not proud of it okay? Just-“ You sighed “Just please don’t tell anyone” pleading again.

Sarah let out a long sigh and uncrossed her arms. She walked over to you and joined you on the bed, her eyes showing concern mixed with something you couldn’t quite place your finger on.

“I thought you were into jj” she spoke softly, there it was. Pity.

“Yeah well, jj is with kie and instead of sitting around wallowing in self-pity, I decided to do something about it.” As the words left your mouth, you realized how weak the explanation was.

“So you just use rafe to bang the jj out of you.”

“It’s not like Rafe cares, if anything he’s also using me.” You tried to reason.

“I don’t doubt that. But I mean, that’s- It’s not healthy, you’ll never move on if you don’t actually process your emotio-“

“Look Sarah, I don’t need to do any of that shit okay? What I have here works, when I fu- when I’m with rafe, I don’t think about jj.” Tears began to swell in your eyes “Sleeping with rafe helps me forget about everything, even if it’s only for a little while he uh- he makes me feel good.” To an extent, there was truth behind your words, while you and rafe fucked the rest of the world went away. It was only after, that the crippling self-hatred hit you along with the return of your immense feelings for jj. 

Sarah shuffled over and threw her arm around you. “That’s not good for you, it’s just momentary. It’s easy and it's a cycle, you’re never going to get better going down this path. Especially not with rafe.”

“Rafe he’s- he’s not that bad.”

“Yes he is. But i bet it gives you satisfaction fucking him knowing jj hates him. Feels like revenge right?” She’d always been so perceptive your Sarah, you hated how she could see right through you.

Tears ran down your cheek silently. “You’re not gonna tell anyone right?” You sniffled.

She gave you one of those classic salt-of-the-earth Sarah Cameron smiles, the kinda smile that would light up any room she walked into. “Takin' it to the grave babe.”

A loud beeping caused both your heads to whip towards the window. “Shit, I completely forgot I was supposed to go on the HMS with pope and jj, we were gonna chill there until John B and Kie finished work.” She rose to her feet and extended an arm towards you. “Wanna come? Or we could drop you home if you’re not up for it.”

With a sigh you took her hand and pulled yourself up, walking beside her as you mentally prepped yourself to face the blonde you desperately pined for.

“Well rise and shine campers.” jj yelled out of the window of the drivers seat.

“Y/N! Where you been dude? you totally bailed last night.” Pope was next to speak as you and Sarah filed into the Twinkie. As JJ began to drive you avoided any form of eye contact in his general direction.

“I had to go help my mom out, blackout at mine again.” You didn’t even look at pope either, instead focusing your attention on the blur of trees and houses pacing by the window as JJ sped down the winding roads.

“Isn’t that what you were wearing last night?” pope, observant as always, pointed out.

“Uh yeah, I didn’t really get any time to change cause…”

“I called her last night when I got home, I was so drunk I don’t think I was ready to stop the party.” Sarah covered for you.

“Yeah I wrapped up helping my mom out and then this one calls me talkin bout a sleepover or something so I didn’t exactly have much time to change.” 

Thankfully pope had lost interest as soon as he had asked the question, otherwise, your overcompensating ass would have been caught out straight away. You always had to add to the lie until you felt like you had sold it completely.

Keeping your eyes trained on the outside meant that jj’s frown directed at you through the windscreen mirror went completely undetected. He always knew whenever there was something up with you and right there and then he knew something definitely was.

“Hey, you okay?” He didn’t need to address you explicitly for you to know he was talking to you.

“Yeah just tired.” You shrugged him off in an attempt to distance yourself from him yet again.

He knew you were lying but he didn’t understand why, you never lied to each other. Apart from John B, the pair of you were closer to each other than with anybody else in the group. You’d been best friends since kindergarten, and since then you’d sworn 3 things to each other.

1- You’d always share your snacks.

2-You’d always be best friends even if you argued.

 3- You would never ever lie or keep secrets from each other.

Of course, as the both of you grew older the rules became more and more lax. The snack sharing was limited only to when you felt nice enough and sometimes you’d go for days without making up if you had argued particularly badly. Having kept two friendship-breaking secrets from him, the childhood rules seemed pretty insignificant by now.

“Mhm,” he responded, flickering his eyes between you and the road. “Are we taking you home to change first?”

“Yeah, I don’t know if I’ll join you guys afterward though.” You chewed down on your nail anxiously as the tension from being in the same space as jj paired with the guilt from having fucked rafe prior, suffocated you.

JJ made a face as he focused on the road, something was wrong with you and he’d be dammed if he wasn’t going to put his everything into finding out what that was.

[arachine]

— ❝on this fateful night...two hearts danced.❞ ˚₊✩‧₊

ᥫ᭡ pairing :: neteyam sully x human! reader

ᥫ᭡ synopsis :: in omaticayan culture, a young na’vi male does not yet become a full fledged adult until he passes one of two rites of passage: 1) choosing an ikran, and 2) carving a bow from the wood of Hometree (and/or choosing a woman). reader is now 20, and the only man she’s ever loved is expected to choose a wife soon. one day when she overhears a rumor concerning neteyam and the first woman in line to betroth him, reader is struck with grief, ultimately venturing off deep into the forest where she knows nobody will follow her—somewhere forbidden. however, unbeknownst to her, a certain someone follows her trail…

ᥫ᭡ genre :: mature

ᥫ᭡ general tags :: 18+ (explicit sexual content, explicit language), angst, fluff

ᥫ᭡ content warnings :: characters aged up to 20, use of alcohol, inebriation, size kink (kinda), vaginal fingering, oral sex (f receiving), male masturbation, overstimulation, riding (no penetration), m/f ejaculation, squirting…i took some things out but i think that’s it?

ᥫ᭡ notes :: what a long week this has been���but we made it! i cannot believe the first thing i post after being on hiatus for months is blue alien sex. anyway, i hope you all enjoy. also, be mindful that the dialogue switches between formal and casual. it’s something that i noticed neteyam and kiri do a lot in the movie. for what reason? idk…but the big font after the read more is intentional bc ik some ppl complain that the small font hurts their eyes :3

ᥫ᭡ word count :: 7.2k

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“You have been wandering off by yourself a lot lately…” 

There goes that attentiveness, you could never put anything past her—Kiri, that is. She was just too good (to a fault), and though her keen eye and emotional intelligence were extremely useful, they were also the most aggravating traits about her. 

Now, you could just tell her the truth about the place you’re always wandering off to, and you also could confide in her about the thing that’s been plaguing your mind recently—but you don’t, because you know better.  

For a split second, though, you hesitate telling her. The lean girl tilts her head, eyes flitting between your face and the satchel in your hands. Smoothly, you pull the satchel across your body and shift it to rest behind you—out of sight. 

Kiri seems to notice your apprehension, and so, she peels her eyes from the bag, offering you her full attention by resuming eye contact once again. If she has even the slightest hunch that you’re hiding something, she doesn’t voice her suspicions.

“Well, I won’t pry, sister. You know that I am always here to listen,” she reassured, reaching out a gentle hand towards your face. You let the tips of her fingers graze your cheek, the warmth of her hand providing transitory comfort. 

The two of you exchange sweet smiles before you pull away. It was getting dark, and the longer you stayed here, the harder it’d be to avoid the very thing you were trying to get away from—the very person you were trying to get away from. 

“I know, Kiri,” you grabbed her hand, encasing it between your own, “I know…but—I have to go. I promise I’m alright. I’ve just…been doing some thinking, and I think I gotta sort some things out with myself before I can be around the rest of you, you know?” 

There’s a silence between the two of you, and you’re not exactly sure if she’s taken offense to what you’ve just said, or if she’s carefully choosing her words. You decide on the latter though, because the last thing you want to do is make her feel as if she’s done something wrong, or if anyone has done something wrong. This was entirely on you; you and your stupid, selfish human heart. 

“Yes, I know what you mean,” she replies, squinting her eyes. Again, there’s a silence, but you can tell she still has something to say, like she’s mulling it over. “Will you at least be here tonight? You know, for the big feast? Everyone will be here, even Neteyam,” the girl tsks playfully, shaking her head as she walks circles around you. 

Immediately your body stiffens, and she responds to this by teasing you, “Or, I could just save you something…or maybe i’ll ask Neteyam to save you something since he’ll be the most important man tonight.”

“And why would you do that?” the words leave your tongue before you have the chance to process them. It reads rather defensively, but you ignore it. “I mean, why—why ask Neteyam?” 

“Because he’s your friend…” kiri pokes you, “because you love him,” she whispers, only this time her voice is a lot more serious, a lot quieter—a whisper. This is when you get that feeling again. 

That weird, achy feeling that leaves your stomach in knots and your throat all puffy. The sensation is debilitating—suffocating, and the only way you know how to ease it is by doing what you had set out to do in the first place (though, you were swiftly interrupted).

“Don’t be silly, Kiri,” your smile drops solemnly, “we’re…friends, just friends. Besides, he’s going to be spoken for soon. There are a lot of Na’vi women who would make fine mates…” Your voice decrescendos into the forest night air, the conversation lasting a lot longer than you’d anticipated. To stop your solemn mood from being expressed outwardly, you quickly turn around, looking back once to speak.

“Anyway, I have to go now. I’ll see you later.” Kiri nods and waves bye, her eyes watching as your small frame disappears out of her family’s tent. 

A cacophony of voices and music fall on deaf ears as you make your way through the village. The preparation is beginning, but all you can think about is him. Him, him, him. 

And ever since you overheard a rumor that Neytiri and Mo’at had chosen the next in line to become tsahik after Neytiri, your heart stopped beating…because you knew. You knew exactly what this meant—the end.

Neteyam was to be a future olo’eyktan, after all. And in Na’vi culture, the future head of the clan and the future spiritual representative were to be betrothed. You knew that, and yet, you couldn’t fathom it. Because then it’d be the end. 

The end of your late night rendezvous, the end of your special talks, the end of your banter, and your clandestine glances—your whispers. The ones that were quiet, and innocent…the ones that tingled the shell of your ears. Meant for him and you only. 

It was selfish, really. Stupid. You knew the day would come when he’d have to grow up and fulfill his duties as a Na’vi male. Just not this soon though, you wanted to hold onto him a little longer. And if drinking your pain away to preserve those precious memories could do that, then you’d do it. 

Lost in your train of thought, you don’t register that you’ve walked yourself right into the heart of a crowd until you bump into a young na’vi child. Apologizing, you then attempt to squeeze through the sea of bodies, tapping lightly on people’s legs until you reach the front. The people were cheering, celebrating the hunters’ return and the game that the Great Mother had graciously given them. 

Slowly, hunters had begun pooling in from the forest on direhorseback. Then, they started coming in clusters, all ululating, and pumping their fists in the air while holding their dead game in the other. Your head turned in awe as each hunter rode past you, the energy of the people so contagious that your sour mood was starting to dissipate, even if just a little. 

Thinking that was the last of the riders, you begin walking again, but the sound of heavy hooves striking the ground halt your movements. Turning your head back to the trees, you see something moving behind the shrubbery, and then enters none other than the man of the hour: Neteyam. If the people weren’t cheering before, they were definitely cheering now—especially since he’d managed to catch an adult sturmbeest (which was a difficult feat). 

The direhorse strides slowly through the crowd, and stops in the centre on Neteyam’s command. Nobody can take their eyes off of him, and neither can you. He just looks so strong, and masculine—like his father, even though he’s the spitting image of his mother. Neteyam puts his hand into the air before he dismounts his horse and ushers the people to settle down, and eventually, they do. 

He points to the sturmbeest that his direhorse is carrying back to be prepared. “Tonight, my brothers and sisters…” a pause, “we dance! we sing! we feast!” His words excite the villagers again, uluations so loud that your ears begin to ring. Just as you’re about to turn away, his eyes meet yours—he smiles. And there it is. That achy feeling in your chest. 

He wants to say something, reaches his arm out to you as if he were silently telling you to wait up, but then a girl strikes up a conversation with him. At first, you’re not entirely sure who it is—and you shouldn’t even care—but then you do a double take and your heart sinks a little more. It was Tsimandi, the girl rumored to be his betrothed. 

From this distance, you can’t hear what they’re talking about, so you watch intently. He’s got his head thrown back in hearty laughter, and she’s touching him—actually touching him, her hands wrapped around his forearm in an attempt to pull him further away. 

You think if you stay a second longer you’ll actually become a pile of liquid where you stand, so you take this opportunity to slip away while he’s preoccupied. 

When Neteyam looks back, he notices your absence. Squinting, he looks around in search of you, and then he sees what looks like a person disappearing into the thick of the forest. Just what is she doing?

“I apologize, Tsimandi, but I must do something,” he begins backing away, a genuine expression etched onto his face, “I will see you tonight, at the feast!” 

“Oh, o-okay,” she mutters but he’s already run off. Neteyam calls for his direhorse and waits at the edge of the forest until it comes running towards him. Before he can mount it and follow you, someone calls out to him. 

“And where are you going?” the voice queries, tone laced with suspicion. He recognizes who it belongs to and sighs. 

“Nowhere, sir,” he dismounts, meeting his father’s eyes, his mother also accompanying him. 

“Yeah, I’d hope so. The people are throwing this feast for you, or have you forgotten?” Jake gives him a once over, eyes still boring into his son. 

“No, sir. I have not forgotten,” the boy lowers his gaze in embarrassment. 

“Good. Go get ready, knucklehead.”

With each trudge through the forest, you were losing more and more sunlight. You’d walked about halfway to your destination when you remembered the bottle sloshing around in your satchel. 

Usually, you waited to drink the liquid there, but you decided given today’s strenuous events, you’d have some now. A reward, you tell yourself. Taking the bottle out of the bag, you lift your mask from your face briefly, twisting open the top and taking a big swig. 

No matter how many times you did it, the taste always made you gag. Bourbon—is what they called it. It was equal parts bitter and pungent but it did the trick. Helped you to relax, to forget. The first time you came across it, it was by pure accident. 

You’d been somewhere you shouldn’t have been, doing things you shouldn’t have been doing. But one thing led to another, and soon enough, you were inebriated for the first time. 

By the time you drink half of your weight in liquor, you reach your destination. The old shack. After what happened with the Sky People, Jake’s first rule as olo’eyktan was to prohibit anyone from entering. 

Even being somewhere remotely around the area was forbidden. But you were no stranger to disobedience, you’d come here once with Lo’ak (which was your first time actually). 

Though, you didn’t get to explore much because Tuk had spoiled your fun by telling Jake. That day was one of your favorite memories, you think. Jake couldn’t stop yelling at the two of you, but all you could do was laugh. Nothing was really even funny, but you couldn’t help it. Seeing Jake’s eye twitch at your outburst only exacerbated it. 

Lo’ak was getting the worst of it, and Neteyam fell victim to Jake’s nagging too for not ‘being there’. After a while, he’d dismissed the bunch of you from his tent and as soon as you were out of earshot, the three of you went into a frenzy of laughter. You think back fondly on those memories, all the ones that include Neteyam, that is. 

“God, there isn’t a second when I’m not thinking of you…” you sigh in exhaustion, extending an arm out to open the shack’s door. Reaching in your satchel, you pull out two jars full of glow worms (you’ve found that two jars are enough to light up the shack). Ambling over to your favorite spot, you open a cabinet and reach for another bottle of that bitter liquid you willingly put into your body. 

It’s still a wonder to you how well preserved these bottles remained over the years, and you’re pretty sure you’ve heard Norm or someone mention that the older the liquor, the better it tastes (which was a lie, but alas, you down another shot). 

“Wooo,” a cough erupts from your throat, “yep, still nasty.” 

At this point, the liquor is starting to take effect. Warmth radiates throughout your entire body, and you can feel your limbs gradually getting heavier. Being drunk had to be one of your top three favorite feelings. 

It either made you: sad, tired, or giggly (maybe even all at once). But now? Now you were feeling sleepy, so you groggily trudge over to one of the beds in the shack. 

As soon as your body hits the plush, a cloud of dust filters through the air. It was incredibly disgusting, but you’d slept in worse places. For now, you would lay here…succumbing to a sweet slumber. 

Neteyam had gone home without fuss as promised. Go and get ready. Well, he was doing exactly that now, exchanging his previous attire for that of something more formal. He rolled his eyes and huffed. Sometimes his father could just be a…

“Son of a bitch,” the boy snapped, his frustration reaching its peak. He’d been standing in the tent for about 10 minutes trying to figure out this headpiece his mother had laid out for him, but could not for the life of him figure it out. 

Giving up, he throws it to the ground and takes a seat with his head in his hands. Kiri slips in shortly after his outburst, bending to the ground to retrieve the item. Hesitantly, she walks over to her brother. 

“If you needed some help, you could have called, brother.” Neteyam lifts his head up from his hands to see Kiri towering over him, his eyes breaking contact with hers as she sits down next to him. There’s a pregnant pause, but it doesn’t last for long because Kiri is already opening her mouth to speak.

“What is troubling you?” She asks, forcing Neteyam to turn his back to her so that she can place the headpiece onto him properly. He inhales deeply, then exhales.

“I do not know…I saw (your name) earlier and…” Kiri hums, encouraging him to continue, “and—she had this strange look on her face.” 

“Look? What do you mean? Was she angry? Sad?” 

“I have never seen it before, sister. She usually looks happy when she sees me…but this look was different,” his voice is almost inaudible when he finishes. Kiri ponders for a bit, tilting her head as if she were mentally putting the puzzle pieces together. 

“How come you did not speak to her?” Kiri makes her final adjustments to the headpiece, ushering Neteyam to meet her eyes. 

“I was going to…I tried to, but Tsimandi found me before I could,” he fiddles with his fingers. Kiri takes note of his disposition, and she frowns empathetically. Clearly, whatever was going on with you two was something you had to work out together. This wasn’t like either of you! 

“But it was not just today either,” he continues, “she has been distancing herself for awhile, have you noticed?” She laughs at this, nodding her head.

“Yes, she has been acting a little strange lately. I think I might know what is troubling her, brother,” the girl takes his hand into her own. “But I cannot tell you. This is something that concerns only she and you…”

Neteyam squints his eyes in confusion, muttering a ‘what’. His mouth opens to speak but he is swiftly interrupted upon Jake and Neytiri’s arrival. He looks to Kiri for some clarification but all she says is: ‘go, go, you have a feast to attend’, followed with a, ‘find her later’.

“Well? Come on, the people won’t wait for your blue ass all day will they?” Jake teases. Neytiri slaps his arm, scolding him playfully. 

“Ah, my son, my beautiful son,” she pads to where he stands, taking his face into her hands. “It is time to go, we must celebrate you.”

Jake nods, flashing a quick wink of approval. Together, they all walk out of the tent and through the village where they’re instantly greeted with colorful luminescence, loud music, and food. All things that have been so generously prepared for him. By the time they make it down to the Tree of Souls, everyone halts their cheering to hear what Jake has to say.

“Tonight we eat,” a pause, “in honor of Neteyam’s mighty victory!” Jake grabs his eldest son’s hand, raising it in the air. “He led his first attack against the Sky People and made it back without any casualties!” A sudden roar of praise erupts from the crowd. 

Everyone is chanting his name, and clapping, but even amidst all this praise, he can’t help but to think about you. What does all of this matter if you’re not here to celebrate with him? 

You’ve been by his side since the two of you could walk, so where are you now? The thought saddens him, but he can’t wear his heart on his sleeve tonight. Not when there’s so many people here just for him. 

“For the past 20 years, my son has always been just a boy to me. But now I realize…he is a man—and he has proven himself in front of the eyes of Eywa,” The former marine glances down at his son, eyeing him in admiration. “Enough talking, let us feast!”

Laughter and songs fill the warm, breezy nighttime air. It’s been about two hours since the celebration commenced, and Neteyam has just about made his rounds to every important family. 

He smiles warmly as he looks at the scene in front of him: children playing and dancing by the fireside, putting on elaborate performances for the adults still filling their bellies full of food. Everyone is lively—happy, a testament to tonight’s success. 

Mo’at is pleased by this especially, she tells him that ‘this is what the people needed’—you know, to boost morale. At some point, when nobody is watching, he slips away from the party to walk around. Unbeknownst to him, someone has seen him. 

“Getting tired?” a voice questions from the shadows. Out comes Kiri, revealing herself from behind a leaf. 

“Yes, exhausted actually,” he jokes, disconnecting his braid from his direhorse. “No, but I need to find (your name). She has not come back and it is dark.”

“I figured you would leave early, that’s why I covered your ass and told Dad you were not feeling well,” the feline-like girl smirks. 

“Do you have an idea where she might be?” 

Kiri takes a moment before answering, “I’m not sure…but for some reason, I have a hunch that she’s at the old shack,” Neteyam furrows his brows in confusion. 

“Why do you think she’s there?” he queries, “I mean, it is forbidden.” Kiri offers him a shrug.

“I don’t know but if you’re going to find her, do it now while dad still thinks you’re not feeling well.”

With that, he thanks her for the intel and mounts his horse, disappearing into the thick of the forest. On the way there, his mind conjures up just about every possible scenario that might explain your absence. 

Were you upset with him? Did he do something or say something that you didn’t like? He wishes he could just read your thoughts because right now, his heart is pounding so rapidly within the confines of his chest, that he thinks it’ll explode. 

This wasn’t like you two, everything was always so easygoing. Being with you was easy, like breathing. But this? His heart couldn’t handle this. Yeah, there’s been some distance between the two of you recently but not due to his own volition—it was duty. If he could spend every second of his life by your side, just being kids, laughing with you, playing with you, he would. 

He’s trying to recount these last few days, weeks—months. Trying to pinpoint when exactly things got like this between you…pinpoint when you stopped smiling at him with that smile that made his head all fuzzy, and his heart race like a kid running for the first time. 

“Ah, everything’s going to shit, buddy,” he sighs, rubbing the side of his horse, “I don’t know what is wrong.” His mammalian companion grunts empathetically, stopping in its tracks at the edge of the forest when it sees the abandoned link shack. Neteyam doesn’t bother scolding her, because even the animals know that this place is forbidden. 

“Alright, I will see you later, okay? Stay here,” he pats her, disconnecting the bond. From this distance, he can see that there seems to be some sort of light illuminating from inside the shack. 

That alone already confirms Kiri’s hunch. The closer he gets, the more his stomach feels uneasy. He doesn’t even know why he’s nervous, but he attempts to ease his mind (and body) by telling himself that it’s only you. He’s talked to you one on one hundreds of times, so what’s the difference now?

Noises in the distance rouse you from your ephemeral repose. When you stand up, your head spins with the room, causing you to instinctively reach out for the nearest surface available. Whatever was outside had better be non-threatening, because you were not in the condition to be fighting—let alone standing. When you were drunk like this, you couldn’t even hurt a fly. 

“Fuck, I’m gonna have the worst headache soon,” you huff quietly, still aware that there might be someone or something outside. The noise is getting closer, and you’re running out of time to find a hiding spot. 

Quickly, you grab the closest thing you can to defend yourself (which is literally a jar of glow worms), and crouch down below the window. When you lift your head just enough to see outside, the makings of a silhouette cloud your vision. 

“Shit, shit, shit,” you whisper-yell, tightening your hold on the jar. Lifting your head up again, you notice that the figure is not in the spot it was previously. Then, the knob to the shack twists, and now it’s opening, and—

“(Your name)?” 

You pause your attack, slowly dropping your hand (that’s holding the jar) to your side. A flood of relief washes over you once you register who the voice belongs to. Rising from the ground, you open the door fully to see Neteyam standing in the doorway. 

“I almost killed you, you know!” you raise the jar, pulling him inside of the shack. 

“I think it would take more than a jar of worms to kill me,” he teases. Rolling your eyes, you continue ushering him further inside, leading him to an area where you can sit and talk. 

“What…what are you doing here?” you finally ask, folding your arms across your chest. Neteyam towers over you from this height, so he accommodates you by dropping to his haunches. 

“I was worried about you,” the boy confesses, “what are you doing here? Why were you not at the feast?” Suddenly, you don’t really feel like talking anymore. Even though the adrenaline from before was still pumping through your veins, so was the alcohol in your system. You’re not so sure you’d be able to keep your composure long enough to answer without exposing your truest feelings. So, you decide on deflecting. 

“Aren’t you the man of the hour? I think you should go back to the party before daddy throws a fit. We both know how he gets when his perfect little son isn’t at his every beck and call…” As soon as the words spill from your tongue, you wince. It came out meaner than you meant, and the last thing you wanted was to give him shit for being a caring friend. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t—I didn’t mean that,” you apologize, sitting down on the bed. All he does is sigh, but he takes this opportunity to enter your space, gets all close until his body is nestled between your legs. 

“I know…I know, but I want you to tell me what’s wrong, hm?” his fingers lift your chin, “so I can fix it.” 

“Can’t fix this, ‘Teyam,” a saltine droplet ribbons down your face. Your head is tilted up with his fingers, but you can’t even force yourself to meet his gaze. God, how pathetic did you look right now? 

Here you were, inside an abandoned shack, drinking your body weight in liquor…all while a celebration was being thrown in your best friend’s honor. And for what? Because you were jealous? Because you liked him—loved him? 

You knew that eventually your relationship would shift. That he’d take on his duties as the future olo’eyktan, and you’d just be his human friend he hangs with from time to time. How stupid could you be to think things would stay like this forever?

“Hey, hey, hey,” he soothes, both hands now cupping your cheeks, “don’t do that. Do not shut me out. We’re not like this, (your name), you used to always talk to me about things.”

Things. You’d talk about things. But those things were not like these things. And if he knew what things you were thinking about, the things that involved him…then you two would never talk about things again. 

You’re curious, though. What if you just told him? Just told him about all the days you’ve loved him, all the nights you’ve stayed up thinking of him—all the stars you counted wishing for him? At least then, the burden of keeping such a secret would stop weighing so heavy on your heart. 

“I..” a breath, “I heard a rumor.” The boy hums, encouraging you to continue. “I heard your mother has chosen her successor.”

“Is that what this is about? Why does this bother you?”

“Because you know what this means! We both know what this means, don’t be dense, ’Teyam,” you droop your head in sorrow, coaxing him to just lift it back up. Only this time, his hold on your face is a lot firmer. His eyes are fiercer.

“No. I don’t, so just tell me.”

“You’re gonna be the future olo’eyktan, and we both know that the future clan leader and the chosen tsahik are to be betrothed,” you start, “there will be no time for me! No more late night talks, no more exploring, no more secret whispers…I mean, I get it, you have duties to fulfill but…I wanna be selfish a little longer. Can’t I be selfish a little longer?”

You say the last line while meeting his gaze. You’re teary eyed and shaking, but you try your best to keep any semblance of composure you have left intact (though, it’s failing). His expression is indiscernible. 

It makes you nervous. Sick. And now you’re forcing yourself not to throw up because…the realization that you just told someone your deepest, truest, most vulnerable feelings makes you physically ill. 

“Oh, god, I’m sorry. Forget what I jus—“

“Are you serious? You don’t get it do you?” Neteyam’s head falls forward, a little chuckle slipping past his lips. His hands leave your head and slither down to your hands. He takes them into his own, eyeing you while kissing the knuckles of each. 

The act is incredibly intimate, sends white-hot electricity down the column of your spine. Renders you speechless. All you can do is sit there, too scared that if you move or speak, you’ll shatter into a million little pieces. 

“I have duties, yes…but my heart is already spoken for. Always has been.” 

“What are you saying, ’Teyam,” your head snuggles into the warmth of his hand. You know exactly what he’s saying, but you want to hear him say—

“I see you,” he whispers in your ear, “you are my most beloved.” The warmth of his breath tingles the shell of your ear, it takes the strength of a thousand men to not scream. 

But in this moment? In this moment you want to kiss him. You want to kiss him silly, actually, but you quickly remember the thing on your face preventing your lips from connecting with his. There are truly evil forces conspiring against you.

“I want to kiss you,” you admit solemnly. 

“Oh, you don’t know how many nights I’ve spent dreaming about kissing you. Too many,” he jokes, “but I’m afraid if we remove this, you’ll die.” 

“Then you don’t have to kiss my lips,” a silence, “you can kiss me anywhere you’d like. Anywhere.” 

His green eyes flitter between your face and your body, and then his hands are on you, forcing you to lay back against the bed. You lift your head up and lean back onto your elbows, watching through lust-filled eyes as he begins his ministrations. 

He starts from the bottom, works his way up real slowly—too slowly. He’s showing restraint, and while you appreciate the fact that he’s worshiping your body like a devoted follower worships their deity, you want him to ravage you. To eat you up until there’s nothing left but bones. 

“’Teyam, please…” you breathe out impatiently. Like the cocky-brat he is, he ignores your pleas, only laughing into your skin. 

“Shh, be calm.” The plush of his lips trail up the plains and pastures of your body, up your calves, your thighs (he spends the most time there), and then comes to a stop at the crest of your breasts. His fingers fiddle with the cloth covering your chest, lightly tracing the edges that rest just beneath your mounds. 

A tease is what he is. And you didn’t have the time for a tease, so you figured you’d help speed up the process by removing it. Sitting up, you untie the makeshift top and let it fall to your lap, smirking deviously as if you’ve done something so naughty. 

“Thought I’d help you,” you grin, wrapping your hands around his neck, “Please, no more going slow…I think we’ve been going slow for twenty years, don’t you think?” 

And he gets the hint, once again resuming his assault on your body, but this time with more fervor. More urgency. He’s kissing you everywhere, licking wet stripes over your chest, and leaving love bites in the places where he’s kissed you. Right now he’s acting on his most basic, primal instincts—he’s claiming you as his mate—in the only way he knows how to. 

The feeling of his hands on your neck, back, thighs and waist send you into oblivion. But then his hands are creeping up to your tits, deft fingers twisting and kneading, and oh god, you’re seeing stars. The addition of his mouth doesn’t help either.

“You’re so,” a kiss, “beautiful,” a suck, “perfect.” Neteyam kneads one breast while his mouth works on another. He plops down onto a pert nipple, using his tongue to draw circles around the area, his saliva acting as a salve. 

A moan (that comes out more like a disgruntled sigh) vacates your throat, and his eyes widen in excitement. The sight of his tail swaying in the background makes you giggle. Cute, you think. 

Even though what the two of you were doing wasn’t innocent, you couldn’t help but to feel all giddy. Reaching a hand out, you place a gentle palm on the side of his face. 

You trace the contours of his nose, his cheekbones, smooth over his jaw, and then stop at his lips. Your thumb grazes them, first the top, then the bottom—learning. Committing them to memory, how they look, feel, and move under your thumb. 

Neteyam is unmoving while you continue to run your finger across his lips—save for his hand, which slowly begins traveling south to your thighs. Experimentally, you push your thumb inside of his mouth, pressing the digit down on his tongue before tracing his cat-like canines. This moment is particularly special, because now it’s you who’s doing the admiring. 

The free hand that’s not inching towards your core, skillfully removes the loin cloth around your hips. Immediately, he’s met with your bare sex. It’s smooth—wet, so incredibly wet that it has his cock twitching, and his hands eager to touch you. He wants to taste you. Feel you, all of you. 

“I—,” a slender finger rubs your slit, “mmf, see you,” you mewl, cupping his cheek. Neteyam’s eyes widen, he wants to hear you make that sound again…and again, and again, and—

The boy repeats the action. Watches your abs flex and tremble from the touch, and your thighs close in on his arm. Using the other hand, he gently pulls them apart and leaves three open-mouthed kisses: one on your inner thigh, one on another, and then a final one at the top of your mound. The heat from his nostrils make you full body shiver; suddenly, being the only one completely bare is slightly bothering you. 

“Do not cover yourself. I want to see you,” his hand finds your cunt again, a long finger pushing into you ever so slowly, “…want to hear those sweet sounds again.” 

A soft sigh leaves your lips as you watch his digit push further into you, the drag of a knuckle against your slick walls aiding in the pleasure. You can’t help but to wince at the intrusion, because shit, this was a lot more than what you were used to—using your fingers, that is. 

You also suppose penetration would be off the table considering humans and Na’vi were never meant to mate, but it doesn’t prevent you from fantasizing about it anyway. How big was it? Did he touch himself? Use his hands and picture yours? 

The thought of him hunching over, rubbing one out, all slick with sweat and pre has your head all dizzy. Your mouth is practically salivating at the mental image you’ve conjured up in your head of him fucking your face, but you know it would never fit. There really are evil forces conspiring against you…

Neteyam’s finger reaching the hilt brings you back down to reality. A forceful thrust that coaxes you to gasp sharply and grab his forearm. After patiently waiting for you to adjust to his size, he begins to move. He sets a steady rhythm, pulling out slowly, then pushing back into you with the same velocity. 

Eventually, his movements become less hesitated, and more calculated. Instead of steady and slow, he begins increasing the pace of his thrusts, then graduates from speed to incorporating force. 

Every delve of his finger, every deliberate drag and prod has fire pooling in the depths of your belly. Squelches and whimpers ricochet off of the metal walls, and fuck, his dick won’t stop twitching. 

It’s grown considerably harder in these past few minutes, and all from just hearing you vocalize your pleasure. When the stretch stops feeling like a stretch, and starts feeling like a ‘give me more’, that’s when you encourage him to add another. And of course, he indulges you. 

The same time he pushes another finger in, is the same time he starts rubbing himself. He’s not even really aware of it at first, it’s mindless. He’s just so entranced by you, and the sounds you’re making, the things you’re saying, the way your cunt’s sucking in his fingers—

Fuck. He just finished all over himself. He doesn’t let that deter him though, keeps fingering you through his post-orgasm, taking care of you until you come undone on his fingers. 

And the sight is amazing, he can’t stop gawking at the way your hole flutters around him, and the nectar-like liquid that drips down the length of his fingers and onto the bed. He wants to taste it. 

“Can I taste you?” he asks. You’re in such a daze that the question doesn’t even register, suddenly too preoccupied with breathing like you’ve forgotten how to. 

“Huh? Wha—ohhhh.” His tongue licks a long stripe up your slit. He concentrates the tip at the bottom, lapping at the essence that leaks from there, and then circles back to your puffy bud. Experimentally, he prods it with his fingers, rubbing it in tantalizingly slow circles. 

The combination of his tongue and his fingers almost feel overwhelming, you feel like a puppet on a marionette with the way he’s maneuvering your legs around for better access. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he was a starved man. 

His mouth is slick with drool, and his hands are pressing down so firmly onto your thighs, that you’re sure a handprint will be there for you to discover in the morning. His tongue feels so good on you, so nasty. 

The picture is obscene, unlike anything you’ve ever witnessed before. But the thing that’s really getting to you are the sounds he’s making. Grunts and groans, expletives and mumbles. ‘So good’, ‘perfect’, ‘beautiful’…it has your head spinning and your fists gripping for the sheets beneath you. 

There’s a knot in your abdomen pulled taut like a string of twine. You can feel it twisting and pulling, ready to come undone at the drop of a pin. The more he works on your slit, the more the temperature rises in the shack. 

Was the room always spinning? Did your body always run this hot? It feels like you’ve been thrown into a furnace, and the only source of coolness is the wetness that his tongue provides. 

“‘M gonna, mmf, ’s too much!” you jab at his hand in an attempt to push him away. He’s relentless though, still sucking harshly, and teasing, ramming his thick fingers up against your gummy walls. 

It feels different than when you touch yourself, more intense. Like something’s sitting heavy on your bladder. Then, snap. The string in your abdomen unravels, bringing forth a flood of ecstasy. 

“’Teyam!” you sob, back arching to the ceiling. When he pulls his fingers out, a stream of clear liquid seeps from your cunt. He’s awestruck, staring in admiration as your sweat kissed chest rises and falls rhythmically. 

“Look, your legs are shaking,” he points, biting down a laugh, “why are they shaking?” 

“Oh my god, shut up!” you feign offense, pushing him backwards with a chuckle. He pretends to be wounded, rubbing his back dramatically, ‘oohing’ and ‘owing’ as he does so. When you finally sit up, your eyes naturally fall to his loincloth, a wet ringlet contrasting starkly against the beige textile. 

“Hey…” your voice is hesitant, but teetering on the edge of curiosity, “Can I try something?” 

The boy silently nods his approval, shifting his position on the ground when you amble over to him. A look of confusion molds onto his face following the events that involve you plopping down onto his lap and laying him down. He goes to speak but you interrupt him. 

“Your turn, right? Can’t put it in, but…I can still make you feel good,” you say, tugging on the piece of fabric that separates your sex from his. Eagerly, he removes it for you and lets the item fall haphazardly to the ground. 

It’s big, so big—and pretty too. A beautiful blue hue that matches the rest of his body, paired along with a blushing teal tip that’s oozing pre. You want to know what he tastes like on your tongue…

“So pretty.”

Heat rises to his cheeks, and his tail takes an aquiline form, quivering in rapid movements. His usual, over-confident disposition was slowly dissipating under your intense gaze, and you reveled in it by mocking his bashfulness. 

“Awe, the little kitty’s shy,” you mock, tickling his side. 

“Stop it, I don’t look like those Earth things,” he laughs, pushing your hand away, but to no avail. You continue to dodge his attempts to stop you, tickling him here and there until he accidentally bucks and pulls you down against him. Embarrassingly, you let a whine fall from your lips…still too sensitive down there, you guess. 

There’s a shit-eating grin plastered on his face now, you hate it. “Who’s making noises like a kitty now, huh?” With this, he takes the liberty to do it again, pressing you down hard against his length. 

The feeling of your bare cunt against him is electrifying, probably (definitely) not better than him being inside you, but the next best thing. This was supposed to be your thanks to him. But now he’s taken full charge—maneuvering you back and forth, gripping and kneading—it’s cruel.  

For someone who’s never mated with anyone in his life, he’s sure moving you around like he has. His hands are all over you—thighs, hips, waist, breasts, it’s almost overwhelming. Every touch, addled with the buck of hips, brings forth a new sensation that is better than the last. You think this would be a good way to go out, right on his cock. One last hurrah before the morbid inevitable. 

“You f-feel so good, (your name),” his voice is breathy, “r-really good.” Neteyam’s grip on your arms is vice, partly because he can feel his climax approaching, but mostly because he can tell you’re growing tired. 

Swiftly, he changes your positions to where you’re laying on your back and he’s crouching over you. The tip of his head smoothes over your folds when he pushes up, and before he draws back, you can see just about where his dick would rest if he were inside of you. 

“I’d be all the way up here,” he presses down just beneath your breastbone, “you’re so tiny.” It sounds so dirty, but you know ultimately he’s just making an observation—regardless, the comment has your stomach churning in excitement. 

The both of you watch in fascination as he sheathes himself up and over your cunt, moaning in unison when the tip of his mushroomy head catches against your bud. Euphoric, he thinks. He never imagined that something could feel this good, let alone without connecting bonds. 

Still sensitive from earlier, it doesn’t take too long for you to reach your peak. Neteyam knows that your arrhythmic breathing is a tell-tale sign, and he helps you get there by cooing words of encouragement. 

He goes back and forth between ’I got you’s and ‘it’s okay’s, leaving trails of kisses down your body in his wake. The second you finish, you’re pulling him down onto you tight. Moaning and whining into his ear, whispering those same words of encouragement that he whispered to you prior.

“So good, ‘Teyam,” you claw at his back, “keep going, want you to feel good too.” And he does. Unrelenting in his attack against your sex, he comes with a few more pistons. 

You eagerly welcome him into your arms when he drops from exhaustion, and hold him there until your erratic breaths synchronize. The both of you are disgustingly sweaty and sticky, but even so, you feel at peace. 

You bask in the tranquil quietness of the night, just staring at each other. Soft caresses and soothing hums. Then, Neteyam speaks. 

“On this fateful night, two hearts danced…” he whispers, grabbing your hand to hold it over his heart. 

“What does this mean?” you smile at him. He ponders over it and then explains. 

“My songcord…I want to tell this story,” he starts, “the night when two hearts became one.” 

A crystal droplet cascades down your face, “that sounds beautiful.”

© arachine 2022

[mydarlingclaudia]

Hello! I dont know if this count as request but something something about Leon slipping the heels for us and kissing the knees :(

No pressure my love💌

hi hi!! omg yes ofc I actually had something in my drafts to remind me to write something like this!! thank you so much for requesting here’s a little blurb <3 also I think this can be seen as any Leon after re2r but I imagined re6 Leon <3

tags : @lottiies @luvrgreyy wc : 672

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It’s late when you walk through the door, you’re not sure what time, but all the neighboring houses have their lights turned out, Leon must be asleep. You’re tired, thank God you didn’t pass out on the drive home. A night out with your friends had been long overdue, Leon was fine with it, he was just going to stay home and finish some paperwork, anyway.

You make your way through the kitchen and hallway to get to yours and Leon’s bedroom, you hear the hum of the tv through the door, maybe he fell asleep with the tv on?

When you open the door, he’s awake, sitting up against the headboard with his arms crossed over his chest, eyes flicking to you once you step inside.

“Hey,” Leon sits up straighter, lifting the blanket from his lap and ignoring whatever news anchor he was watching before. “Have a good time?”

“Yeah,” You nod and set your purse down on the dresser as one hand rubs over your face. “Why’re you still up?”

Leon chuckles and stands from the bed, coming around it and making his way to you. “What, don’t want me waiting up for you?” You step forward and let him wrap your arms around you, you rest your head on his shoulder and close your eyes.

“Mm, no. I gotta get ready for bed, though.”

“Tired?”

“I feel like that’s obvious.” Leon snickers and presses kisses to the top of your head, you let out a hum of appreciation.

“I got you, don’t worry.” You let out a soft groan when he pulls away from you, watching him move to the dresser to pull out your pajamas, making his way to you again.

“You don’t gotta dress me,”

“Can I undress you, at least?”

“Yeah,” You giggle, Leon wastes no time in untucking your shirt from your shirt, you lift your arms up so he can pull it up over your head. “I hope you aren’t just trying to get me naked.”

“Would you complain?”

“If you make me do the work, maybe.” Leon chuckles and gently kisses you while he unclasped your bra and slides the straps off your shoulders. He says nothing else when he leans down to press kisses to your collarbone, sliding your skirt down your hips and letting it pool on the floor around your heels.

“Sit down,” He puts your pajama shirt in your hands, you sit down on the edge of the bed while you pull on your shirt. Your skin tingles underneath Leon’s fingertips when he trails them down your legs, kneeling down in front of you.

Leon’s quick to undo the straps of your heels, his forehead pressed against your knee while he watches his hands. You giggle when he lets out a small huff of frustration, grabbing your foot and putting it in his lap so he can see better.

He eventually gets your heel off, tossing it to the floor at the foot of your bed then moves to the other one. Leon sighs when he’s done and looks up at you, you smile down at him.

“I love you,” You tell him.

“Love you more,” Leon knocks his forehead against your knee, after a few seconds he starts kissing at your knees and calves, trailing his lips up and down, making sure to get the insides and outsides of your legs, too.

“That tickles,”

"Sorry," He doesn't stop, continuing to plant kisses over your knee-caps before giving the skin above gentle nips, then finally pulling away and standing up again. "You look tired."

"Then stop distracting me from going to bed." Leon sits down next to you and shuffles onto his side of the bed, patting the spot beside him for you to lie down. You don't hesitate, it's routine, one of his arms wrapped around you, your head buried in his chest or neck.

"This good enough for you?" You nod, his arm tightens around you while his hand absentmindedly runs up and down your spine.

[valley-of-headcanons]

bachelorettes reacting to you getting hurt || headcanons

these bachelorettes vowed to stay with you, in sickness and in health! part two here!

warnings: you get hurt (obv) by: the mines, ocean, farming, tree, electrocution, and animals. if you're scared of that, don't read this :)

requested by: anon! thank you so much for the request! oh how i love comfort fics <3 it was kinda hard trying to figure out unique things that would hurt the farmer so pardon the slightly goofy scenarios 💀 had to screenshot anon message because tumblr hates my guts and won't let me post. anyway, hope you enjoy! :)

abigail

• You told Abigail you were heading to the mines, and it was rather late. She was worried, but she knew you'd be fine. You've done it several times, what would make this time different? Well, seeing as you didn't have enough food to keep your energy and help up ... uh oh. You weren't doing well, pretty beat up at this point. Tons of scratches and more blood than there really should be …

• Once it hit 2 AM, Abigail couldn't rest anymore. She was worried sick about you. Yes, you both were adventurous spirits, but everyone has their limits. So, Abigail got ready to head into the mines to find you. She descended through the floors, searching for you while slicing the monsters. She was more scared than she'd like to admit, and it was evident on her face.

• Once she found you passed out cold on a relatively low floor, she freaked the fuck out. She eventually got you to wake up through enough pushing and shoving. You looked to see your frantic lover's face for only a moment before she pulled you into a deep hug. She wasn't one to be emotional, she didn't like talking about that stuff, but when it came to you ... she loved you too much to hide it.

• “God- you had me worried sick! It's three in the morning- and you were- you were knocked unconscious and ... I was worried I lost you ... you can't do that to me, you had me so worried, I ... God, I sound like my dad ... just- please. Be more careful. I was worried I ... I was worried I didn't have the power to wake you up. Or ... anything did. I'm just glad you're awake, now let's get to Harvey's ASAP.”

• Abigail hurried with you to Harvey's, trying her hardest to stay calm with deep breaths. Despite the blood that was pouring on her clothes, her shaking hands, and her worries ... she stayed externally calm for you. She got you to Harvey's in no time, and he stitched you up with some warnings. Abigail made sure you stuck to them. Yes, she encourages rebellion, but not when it comes to health.

emily

• You decided to do some late night fishing. You had made kind of a big purchase today, so you needed to make up for it with some fish sales. Emily knew where you'd be, down by the beach. You go fishing all the time, it's not like this time would be very different. But when you hadn't come home, and the clock is striking 2 AM ... something was fishy.

• Emily made her way toward the beach, her intuition telling her something was wrong. Something didn't seem right in the slightest. But, she tried to keep her cool, as nothing that bad could've happened, right ...? She's one of the most calm and collected bachelorettes, despite her eccentric nature. She's truly the most emotionally mature. So ... why was she so nervous?

• When she saw you face down in the sand, it all clicked. She raced over to you, taking off her shoes and slinging them across the sand so she could get to you faster. She turned you over, trying to get you to respond. Worry laced her expression, trying to think of what to do. She had to learn CPR to work at the Saloon, so she decided to try it. She's out of practice, but ... when your eyes popped open, coughing up sea water and sand, everything seemed to be remotely okay.

• “Jeez- you had me worried for a second there! We've gotta get you to Harvey's tonight, you crashed out. I should've told you that something didn't feel right about fishing tonight, but I thought it'd be okay ... that's behind us. Right now, we've gotta get you back to health! Let's get to Harvey's. I'll be your crutch, 'kay?”

• As she helped you to Harvey's, she was a bit nervous but she knew you'd be fine. You were in good hands, and no matter what, something like this couldn't take you down. So, after getting to Harvey's, she sat by your side and held your hand as Harvey checked everything out. She trusted that fate knew what it was doing, and it did. She knew something this simple couldn't take you down.

haley

• Bright and early, you needed to do some work on the farm. Haley had opted to stay in the bed, claiming to need her beauty rest. Even though she didn't need it, you let her rest. You didn't need your partner sitting on the porch for you to do farmwork! It's not like you were a toddler who needed to be supervised, right? ... right?

• Haley woke up about an hour or two after you had, fixing herself some morning tea and admiring the scenery. She gazed out the window, looking at the beautiful life you two had created together. She was really proud of you, and the life you provided for her, even though she didn't say it nearly enough. She was shook from those thoughts when she noticed that you weren't tending to the farm like you normally were. You were laying in it. Not moving.

• Essentially launching herself out of the cabin in a robe, she ran to your side. Haley was screaming and panicking, dragging you out of the crops and sitting by your side. She shook you, trying her hardest to get you to wake up. She didn't know what was happening. Heat stroke? An undisclosed illness she didn't know you had? But then she noticed the already forming bump on your forehead ... you hit yourself in the head with your hoe? Really? Once your eyes began to open, she hugged you really tight before letting you have it.

• “Babe! How did you hurt yourself with a hoe?! You've got to be more careful! You're so- ... you're so stupid. I love you, you've gotta take better care for yourself! What if I hadn't seen you and you suffocated or something! I can't be around all the time! ... let's get you to Harvey's to get you checked out, dummy ... no, I'm not mad. My nerves are just super heightened now ... you know I worry about you, right?”

• Haley took you to Harvey's hoping that you hadn't done significant brain damage. When she knew that you were fine, she apologized for freaking out and giving you a kiss on the cheek. She'd still tease you about it, but she didn't raise any more hell. She was genuinely worried about you, and she doesn't respond to stress well.

leah

• Leah was hard at work on a sculpture, chipping away at the driftwood on the table in front of her. You wanted to do something nice for her: cut down a tree and give her the wood for her projects. She gives you so many things, so it's time you give her something in return! So, you set out on this journey, unbeknownst to Leah. She started to get a bit worried when you hadn't been around in a while, though …

• She had gotten so sucked into her work, she didn't realize that you had been gone for so long. It was getting pretty late, where could you be? She racked her brain for answers as she stood, calling out your name. She looked across the farm, not seeing you. Her last resort was to head into town, but she needed to drop by her old cabin for some materials. So, she headed through Cindersap Forest. She didn't expect to see you, helpless under a cut down tree.

• Leah's heart raced as she called your name, rushing by your side. Her first course of action was to pull the tree off of you, huffing and puffing but eventually getting it off of you. She looked over your body, seeing that you were mostly unharmed aside from maybe a broken leg. The tree must've hit you on the head on the way down. She dragged you to Harvey's without waking you up, she knew that this was probably dire. You woke up to Leah sitting beside you in the hospital.

• “Hey love, you scared me there ... I was worried I had lost you. What happened? ... ah, I see. Please, be more careful. I can lend you a book on how to more carefully cut trees? ... I love you. I don't say it nearly enough, even though I think I say it all the time. Please get some rest and get healed up, Harvey's gonna take care of you. No, don't apologize, you're fine hon.”

• After Harvey put your broken leg into a cast and explained how to properly take care of it, you looked over to Leah. She smiled at you softly, holding your hand. You knew that you were in safe hands with her. She was going to make sure you were taken care of, whether you liked it or not. She wasn't going to rest until she knew you were better.

maru

• Maru was working on a big project and needed some batteries. You were happy to provide! The lightning rods on your farm were the best way to go about it. Finally, you woke up to a rainy day! Maru was already hard at work in the home, so you went out to do your chores. Batteries were ready! You just had to grab them, and- pzzzt!

• She was very sucked into her work, not noticing that you had been gone for a remarkable amount of time. About midday, Maru got up to get herself a drink of water. She started to wonder about how you were doing and where you had gone, so she decided to step out into the rain to look for you. She didn't expect to find you laying in the dirt beside the lightning rods.

• Maru rushed over to you, pulling you away from the lightning rods and looking over your body. You were breathing, but you were definitely out. She tried to wake you up, but nothing. This was out of her nursing expertise, so she dragged you to Harvey's, slowly but surely. She got you there shortly, letting Harvey take care of you and helping him to the best of her ability. When you woke up, she was right by your side.

• “Hey hon, did you get electrocuted? ... yeah, I got you to Harvey's. Yes, you're fine, I assume you hit your head hard on the fall down. Is there anything else that feels odd? ... yes, you have a minor concussion, but I'll be home to help you out. You worry me, farmer ... I love you, though. You keep life interesting.”

• Maru followed Harvey's orders exactly, making sure you were on the way to recovery. She kept you fed and medicated for your pains. Taking care of someone is not something Maru normally does, despite her being a nurse. But she knows what to do and tries her hardest, giving you small little kisses in between your requests. She shows her love for you by doing everything you need.

penny

• You were going about, doing your daily chores while Penny was out with Jas and Vincent. This was the usual, despite your married life. You were working with the animals, as per usual. Tending to the cows and chickens was a daily chore, but it wasn't too bad! But sometimes, accidents happen. Sometimes you get accidentally kicked pretty hard by your cows. Y'know, it happens, right?

• Penny made her way home after working with the kids, waltzing into the cabin with a spring in her step. She didn't see you out on the farm, so she assumed you'd be home. She was surprised to see you not in the cabin, so she glanced back outside. She tilted her head, wondering where you could be. Well, in the meantime, she could go say hi to the cows! She loves the animals on the farm, and she can't wait to see them. She didn't expect to see you knocked out against the wall of the barn …

• Fight or flight mode kicked in on Penny. She stared at you for a moment, analyzing your breathing. You were alive, probably not too badly hurt, but definitely passed out. She shook off the panic, trying her hardest to push through despite the tears pricking at her eyes. She tried to shake you awake, but nothing. She knew she couldn't get you to Harvey's by herself ... so, she had to bring Harvey to you! She ran at full speed down to Harvey's, begging him to come visit the farm for you. She brought him to you, and he checked up on you in the barn. Penny sat right by your side as you woke up.

• “Love, I'm so glad you're awake! You had me so worried, I didn't know what had happened! I-I ... God, I'm so glad you're okay ... did one of the cows hit you, or something? ... hmm, I didn't expect that, that's really weird ... but, I will be right by your side until you feel better! Harvey said you had a broken rib, so I'll be taking care of everything that I can for you! ... just rest up for me, okay?”

• Penny stayed by your side for your entire recovery, helping you with anything you could ever need. You're so important to her, and it shows through every action. She would drop on her hands and knees for you if you asked. She cares so much for you, and she wouldn't dare put you in any discomfort! Penny is an incredibly devout wife.

[ollyissleppy]

𝟎𝟔.𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬

a/n: was is supposed to come out on monday? yes. is it coming out on wednesday because I was too busy playing new dlc for the sims 4? also yes. cw: none?

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Ongoing Call

3:02:38

"For someone who plays video games for a living, you're really bad at them," (name) teased upon seeing yet another 'you won' screen. "Don't tell me you letting me win is your way of flirting."

"Nah, I'm just not playing it that much." Kenma said, glancing at the other monitor to stare at the call screen, hoping that one day the silly character (name) has as their profile picture would be replaced as their actual face. "I'm a little rusty, that's all." 

"You could've just said so. We could play something else," but he didn't; hearing (name) getting all cocky after every win made his heart skip a beat or two. 

"And watch you lose for the past hours? That'll bore even me." Kenma hoped his voice didn't sound too weird, like it tends to do when he's nervous around someone. 

"You're cocky for someone who drunkly confessed his undying love for me in front of thousands of people," (name) chuckled while starting another round.

 

"Yet here you are, still talking to me," Kenma confirmed the character he'll be playing and waited for the game to start. 

 

"Gotta give some attention to sore losers too, y'know?" (Name) teased also watching the loading screen. "Anyway..."

 

Kenma tried really hard to focus on the words that left (name)'s mouth, but his mind kept going back to their comment on the way he confessed. The guilt was building up in his stomach, knowing that (name) didn't ask for this. If he was just a bit more careful, they wouldn't have to worry about what his fans would do. And yes, he did ask them to back off, but he's been a streamer for long enough. He knows that it probably worked only on the more sane viewers; the rest of them probably still try to find out who he was talking about. Kenma was aware that he might be putting (name)'s safety in danger. He worried that finding out the name they go by on social media might not be enough for some of them. WHat they'll try and leak their face or worse, doxx them.

  

"So what do you think?" (Name's)  question brought Kenma back to reality; he was so lost in his head that he for a minute forgot about the fact that the person he worries so much about is literally on a call with him right now.

"Kenma? You still there?" (Name) asked again, confused why he's not responding. They quickly check their internet connection, wondering if it's the issue with their wifi.

  

"What? Yeah, I am. Sorry about that. I'm just tired." Kenma felt horrible making up excuses like that, but it was the only thing that he could come up with on the spot without admitting that he was just overthinking.

  

"You should've said so! Go and rest. I won't be keeping you up any  longer." Both of them said their short goodbyes. 

  

What (name) wasn't aware of is that Kenma ended up staying awake until late hours of the night, thinking if getting to know them was the right move. He thought for so long that he started to believe that it wasn't.

Block @(nickname)?

yes no

@sunsribn @starssfall @cherryblossomy @vaedotcom @bae-ashlynn @theweirdfloatything @strawbrinkofdeath @scinclaitnoir @kodzubaby @shi-toshi @madiexuberant @fiannee @giocriedpower @moucheslove @3lectraheart @defnotciara @miruac

[akaakeis]

𐙚 hi all !! i'm beyond grateful to be reaching this number ! i wasn't sure initially if i wanted to do a writing event since i'm not that big yet? but i decided to do it anyway just for fun <3

𐙚 if you'd like me to write something for you, please feel free to drop an ask in my inbox (hangman) !! but before you do, read the rest of this post over ! after all.. you gotta know what you're doing. headspace isn't the safest place.

where are you headed?

⟡ neighbor's room — fluff

⟡ vast forest — crack

⟡ the abyss — angst

⟡ basil's house — hurt/comfort

oookay... what are you bringing along?

⟡ life jam — oneshot (1k - 2k words)

⟡ knife — drabble (400-800 words)

⟡ photo album — headcanons (100-300 words/char.)

you need some directions? here. check one of these out! you could probably bring about 3.

⟡ foe facts — birthday (you or character!)

⟡ special mixtape — late night bonding

⟡ show tickets — first date to the movies

⟡ interesting book — reading to them/them reading to you

⟡ care package — sick and taking care of them/you

⟡ sheet music — send in a song that you want me to base the fic off of! (i love doing these <3)

⟡ treasure map — exploring a new place with them

⟡ self help guide — comfort after a long day

⟡ recipe 4 disaster — cooking/baking with them

ooh cool! who're you bringing with you?

⟡ haikyuu characters (no coaches!!!)

⟡ jujutsu kaisen characters (just no old people in general)

⟡ bungou stray dogs characters (no mori, fukuzawa, fukuchi, or hirotsu!!)

⟡ toilet bound hanako kun characters (no tiara [if you genuinely consider this i worry for you])

⟡ demon slayer characters (no gyomei!!)

⟡ attack on titan characters

⟡ fairy tail characters

⟡ fruits basket characters

by the way!

⟡ all of these can be platonic, if you'd like!

⟡ if you're bringing a photo album along, feel free to bring up to 5 people with you!

⟡ i have not written for any fandom besides haikyuu on the account, but i'm really excited to write for these fandoms as well!! feel free to ask about characters that aren't on here + i will let you know if i'm able to write for them :>

⟡ please feel free to specify what you want in the fic!! like if you want a certain quote in it, a certain situation, action, etc.! i'd love to write something as close to what you want as possible <3

wait... what's that on the floor? an ancient code?

⟡ do not!!! rush me in my writing process please!! i'm very occupied irl with classes + extracurriculars- please remember this is a hobby!

⟡ mutuals, feel free to send more than one request!! i love writing things for you all <3

⟡ i reserve the right to decline any request i 1) don't feel comfortable with writing, or 2) feel i wouldn't do justice

⟡ anon asks are totally fine!!

⟡ i default to gn reader + 2nd person. please let me know if you want me to write a fem!reader, male!reader, or in 3rd or 1st person perspective :>

⟡ my requests for this event will stay open for 3 weeks as of the publishing of this post (october 10th, 2024). i will be closing it off to requests on october 31st, 2024 at 7:00 PM MST.

stay safe out there! here's to hoping you get the good ending.

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[merakiui]

hi mera! are u still doing fwb dialogues? if so, can i have jamil with "this is bad, this is very bad" ?

love ur writing, have a good day (👉ﾟヮﾟ)👉

Hi hiii!!! Thank you for requesting. <3

(fwb dialogues)

This is bad, you and Jamil realize in perfect unison. This is very bad.

No one's at fault here. At least, that's what you assume. But here you are, clad only in one of Jamil's hoodies and your underwear. To make matters worse, you've opened his bedroom door to greet who is, quite possibly, the one person who could dissolve this secret arrangement in the span of mere minutes. A record, really. Jamil stifles his groan, sitting up in bed with the covers still thrown over his legs. If he gets up now, he risks revealing the real reason you stayed the night because he, too, is sporting his boxers and nothing else.

Is he fated to be unlucky whenever Kalim is concerned? Just what's up with that?

"Oh! I didn't know you were here, (Name)!" His smile bright and unwavering, Kalim peers past you at Jamil. "Why didn't you tell me (Name) was here, Jamil? We could've thrown a party or done something fun last night!"

That's exactly why I didn't, he thinks bitterly. It's not even afternoon, but he's already irritated. Stress doesn't go away with sleep. Jamil would know; he's tried that dozens of times and it's yet to work.

You exchange a wary, furtive glance with Jamil. He hopes to convey don't say a word. I'll handle this in his stern stare, but you don't quite catch it.

"Don't worry about it, Kalim! There'll always be another time for that. I was just—"

"Leaving," Jamil interjects. "(Name) was just getting ready to leave."

"In your hoodie?"

Of course. There's that. Your clothes are still scattered on the floor. Last night feels like a blur even though it's perfectly vivid in his mind's eye. And to think he was planning to wake early and prepare breakfast. Out of habitual schedule. Definitely no other reason.

Jamil watches what's possibly the worst attempt at improv he's ever seen. It's so bad he visibly winces.

You grab at the hoodie and feign surprise. "W-Wow! Yeah, that's so crazy. I wonder how that got on me. Must've been magic..."

Kalim looks from you to Jamil and then back, silently assessing something. And then he gasps, his eyes wide. Jamil's ready to dig a grave and lie down in it. His first slice of relief in a while and it's only lasted one week. That's a record.

But then Kalim says, "Ooh, you had a sleepover! That's so fun!"

"A... A sleepover..." Jamil hurries to hide his shock before you can say anything that'll further jeopardize the situation. "Right. Yeah, that was it. Just a sleepover."

"It was late. We didn't wanna bother you," you add.

"Aw. I wouldn’t have minded. But next time you should definitely let me know! We can have one big sleepover together. You, me, Jamil—maybe even the entire dorm!" He laughs, excited by the prospect of it. "Oh, and we'll definitely need to have food and drinks! Some games, too. Maybe I'll even invite Lilia and Cater. And Riddle and Silver as well! Wait, what about everyone in my class? They'll wanna come, too!"

Before Jamil can stop his tangent, Kalim sprints off. Face-palming, he flops back onto his bed, only to bolt upright once Kalim returns seconds later.

"Sorry, Jamil and (Name), I wish I could stay and talk more. But I gotta go tell the rest of the dorm that we'll be holding our first-ever dorm slumber party this weekend! Thanks for the idea!"

And then he's off for good.

You turn slowly, bracing for the scowl. As expected, it's there, right at home on Jamil's face. You raise your hands in mock surrender.

"Okay, in my defense, how was I supposed to know it'd be him?"

"Who else would it be? The Sorcerer of the Sands?" Jamil sighs, scrubbing the exhaustion from his eyes. "You didn't even have to answer it."

"He would've come in anyway." Jamil can't refute that. "Do you think he knows about us?"

"Not anymore. He's so focused on throwing a dorm slumber party after someone put the idea in his head."

"What? No way! It's not my fault he came to that conclusion! Better that than the truth, right?"

Again, you make a valid point.

"It's still more work I'd like to avoid."

You fix your lips into a sympathetic frown. Jamil's not sure why you even bother. There's no point to these emotions when your relationship is simply physical.

"Can I make it up to you?"

He raises a brow, suspicious. "Getting the idea out of Kalim's head would be a start."

"Oh, I was gonna suggest another type of head, but that also works."

Jamil gazes at the time. It's risky but oh-so-rewarding. His lips lift in a smug smile. With a flick of his magic pen, the door shuts and locks.

"We can start with that."

[jenniferjareauwife]

r got injured on the last case so has to stay behind with garcia on a case, which leads to lots of texting and face times with jj. maybe jj finds it hard to sleep away from r for once, so r stays on facetime until jj falls asleep

Stay On The Call Please

pairing: jennifer jareau x fem reader

category: fluff

warnings: none

word count: 727

summary: you have to stay behind with garcia while the team goes on a case and your girlfriend misses you

I squinted as I tried to read Garcia's computer screen. How does she know which information to read? We were currently on call with JJ, telling her potential suspects for the current case. She was already at the hotel room, it was pretty late so I don't know why she was calling us but we were willing to help. "Hey Pen...can I talk to y/n?" JJ's voice was a bit quiet and I could tell that something was wrong.

"Yeah." Garcia dismissed us and I left to go sit at my desk, still on call with JJ.

"What's wrong babe?" I asked, clicking the FaceTime button, wanting to see her beautiful face again after 3 days.

"I miss you." She told me quietly. When she accepted the FaceTime I saw that she was laying in the hotel bed and she looked super tired. She had dark bags under her eyes and she looked defeated.

"I miss you too honey." I frowned when I saw the state she was in. "What's going on? Anything I can do to help?" She shrugged. "Jayje...come on. You can talk to me. Please talk to me baby, it looks like you haven't slept in days."

"Because I haven't. I can't sleep away from you." She partially hid her face in her pillow after her confession. "I miss you so much." My heart melted and I was overwhelmed with the urge to book a flight to Augusta just to see her again. "I'm sorry for the constant texts." She added. "I just really miss you."

"Don't apologize hon, ok? I get so happy when I get your texts, it means that you're alive and well and it's a chance to talk to you." I assured her. "You can text me anytime you want, ok? I'll always answer." I wanted to give her a kiss on the forehead so badly but it wasn't possible. "I love you so much."

"I love you too." She let out a loud sigh that I could hear through the phone. "I really wish you were here. Fuck that unsub for shooting you." I let out a soft chuckle.

"I know. I wish I was there too."

"I mean, there's no one to cuddle when I'm trying to sleep! It's terrible!" She exclaimed. "I can't sleep without you." She said again. "I really can't." I frowned.

"I'm really sorry baby. But you've gotta try, right? Just close your eyes and try to fall asleep, ok?" I tried to keep my voice soft, hoping it would coax her to sleep. "I should probably go-"

"Stay on the call...please?"

"Of course. I'm probably going to end up sleeping in your old office anyways. It's hard to sleep in our bed when you're not here." I tried to comfort her a bit by telling her I was having the same issues as her.

"Good. There's a blanket in there and it's really comfy. I took naps in there a lot." I smiled warmly and made my way up to her old office, plopping myself down on the couch and pulling the blanket up over me.

"It is really comfy." I agreed. She smiled and giggled a bit as I wiggled around to try to find a good position. I ended up hugging a pillow since it was the closest thing to hugging her.

"Thanks for staying on the call."

"Of course. I'm sorry I can't be there with you. You have no idea how much I miss you." I told her with a small pout. "Don't forget to take breaks, ok? I swear to God JJ if you go after that unsub when you haven't slept in 3 days if he doesn't kill you I will." She laughed and nodded.

"Ok. I wont go after the unsub like this." She smiled warmly. "I'm gonna try and get some rest." I nodded, prepared to hang up. "No no. Stay on the call. I think you being on the call will help me sleep." I nodded, willing to help her in anyway I could.

"I love you JJ. Don't hesitate to text me or call me if you need anything, ok?" I hooked my phone up to a charger so it wouldn't die.

"Ok...I promise. I love you too." I lied there and watched as she fell asleep over the phone with a smile on my face.

[ayoharuko]

Haiwo ! I see your request are open !

You can ignore this if this is too much for you, I don't mind fufu~

As for the request, hm..

Fluff with Shu? Context.. how about clingy shu? If not, how about clingy ver/hex? Fufu~

Your choice if you want to do all or just one of them it's okay too ! If you're actually doing this request, thank you so much !~

Hellooo! Thank you so much for the request, I'm a big fan btw hehehehe~

Anyways, I'll be doing all of them because me love all of them~

Reader here will be gender neutral and this will be in the form of a min scenario, I hope you enjoyed this! :3

REMINDER: Please know that I'm only writing about their persona’s and not the people thats behind them! This is also a work of fiction so please try not to take this too seriously :)

''Jagiyaa~, notice me~'' Ver said as he clings to your side.

Currently, you were doing some work for your upcoming streams and it seemed like your boyfriend. Ver, had finished with his own work and is now bugging you.....

Now...you thought his antics were quite cute but....

It was starting to get annoying

''Babe...sorry but I gotta finish this....I'll be done in a few minutes'' You said, removing Ver's hands on your arm to focus on the task at hand.

Ver sighs and gets up from his spot, and you heard your office door close, so you assumed that he had left. You crack a smile and continued on doing your worked until......

You were suddenly carried off your chair!

''V-Ver! What are you doing!?'' You yelled at your boyfriend who just chuckles at your reaction.

He put you down on your shared bed and wrapped his arms around you, ''Ver.....I have work to finish...'' You said sighing, ''Nu....Yeobo you need a break'' He responds snuggling his head on your neck.

Your Kaichou was so cute for doing this that your eyes were actually starting to droop down slightly.......

''Hey....I'm getting sleepy so you better let go..of......me'' You trailed off as you finally drift off to a deep slumber.

Ver knew you were tired, I mean the dark circles under your eyes are proof, and good thing his plan: Forcing you to take a rest. Worked!

''Salanghae nae salang~''

Your boyfriend was the type that didn't wanna brother you with his own needs, so it was hard for you to read him due to the fact he was often stoic and monotone.

But you knew something was wrong when Hex started being more clingy than usual.....

I mean....yea you found it cute but it was just so.....out of character for him.....

Right now, you had Hex hugging you from behind while you are prepping dinner, he was so quiet that you din't really mind, but it was hard moving around with a huge body behind me ahahahaha~

''Honey, could you pass me the salt?'' You ask your boyfriend, he hums and passes the salt to you.

''Is there....any reason on why your being so cling today Mr.Hex?'' You ask in a teasing way, Hex berries his head dipper onto your neck blushing

''I....I just missed you..'' He responds with his honey filled voice, you chuckle at this and turn around in hi arms to look at him, and you surprised to see him flustered.....

My, his so cute~

You put your hand on his cheek and he leans into it sighing, ''I...I've had so much work to do that lately we don't get to spend as much time together unlike before'' He said as he looks at you with his beautiful golden green eyes.

You smile at this and lean up to kiss Hex and he did the same as well, and when your lips touched you both got so lost in the moment that dinner had to wait~

Lets just say your entire night was passionate and filled with love~

Shu Yamino respects you a lot, enough that he puts your own needs above his sometimes. But today, he choose to follow his needs.

By following you around like a puppy

''Shu....babe....you don't have to follow me to the bathroom ya know..'' You said looking at your sorcerer of a boyfriend who just chuckles nervously at your words.

''Sorry....'' He saids and you shake your head and do your business inside the bathroom as Shu waits in your shared living room.

After your bathroom break, you come to the living room and find Shu waiting for you patiently......

You smile and sat beside him at the couch, ''Soo what do you wanna watch?'' You ask him, ''Anythings fine'' He responds and you nod, putting on a romance-type movie.

An hour had passed and Shu had fallen asleep in your arms, his face looked so peaceful yet so cute~

You took a couple of pictures and than tried to wake him up, ''Shubert~, come on. Lets change to the bedroom'' You said slowly shaking him.

Your sorcerer boyfriend just grumbles and wraps his arms even more tighter around you.....

Ah....he doesn't wanna let go

''Babee, we'll wake up sore tomorrow....'' You said trying to reason with the sorcerer but he still wouldn't move.....

After a few minutes of you trying to wake him up, you finally gave up and cuddled beside him trying to be more comfortable.

You soon drift off to sleep and Shu opens his eyes while smiling and kissing your forehead while whispering something in Japanese to you.

''Ai shiteru, watashi no kokoro~''

Done!~

Tysm for the request! I enjoyed doing it :3, I hope that you loved it~

Btw Ver's and Hex's headers were made by me, Shu as well ofc~

Thanks for the request again and see you all on my next post!~

Korean words spoken by Ver: Jagiya(Baby), Yeobo(Honey or Darling) and Salanghae nae salang(I love you, my love)

Japanese by Shu: Ai shiteru, watashi no kokoro(I love you, my heart)

Please tell me if I got the translations wrong, I will gladly correct it.

Reblogs are appreciated and Feedback/Comments are always appreciated! :3

(Note: please don't copy and paste my works anywhere, and if you do see them on other platform please inform me.)

[aikuse]

ARIIIII may i request a nanami blurb (nsfw or sfw i'll leave that up to you :3) based on the song killshot by magdalena bay please? <3

-> hit me with your killshot, baby. (x) | 2,276 words. afab!reader (no pronouns used but female anatomy included), slight yandere obsession if u squint, alcohol consumption, fingering, cunnilingus, implied penetrative + protected sex, nanami calls reader “sweet thing”, “darling”, higuruma cameo. nanami might be a lil ooc but bear with me here.

a/n: oh salem, this was DELICIOUS to write. what a banger of a song too omg i gotta listen to them more!! i took a more obsessive!nanami approach, i feel like he'd get off on how easy some people are to fall in love with him, but not necessarily in a bad way. it's almost like a confirmation that he's good, he's not rotten like the rest of the men he works with; he's respectful so he deserves rewards in a way??? anyway i'm not sure what happened but here we are LMAO

The speakeasy was quiet this evening.

You sip on a lovely gin and tonic, mixed together just right as your eyes drag across the people dotted around the space. Your business shirt has been unbuttoned slightly, enough to tease as your drink steadily makes you feel warmer and fuzzier. Your heels are long gone, tucked away in your bag as you opt for chunky boots, which tend to be much comfier after a few drinks.

It was a cozy atmosphere; one of your favorite places to go after work to unwind without having to worry about seeing those you know. Which, unfortunately, has happened before and almost turned you off from coming back completely.

But you couldn’t.

Mainly due to the man you’re staring at now, half-hoping he can’t feel your burning gaze.

He’s stunning, and he’s been coming for the past few weeks now. Always on a Tuesday, for some reason, but you ignored the choice of weekday and instead decided to have your gaze wander across his features. His blue office shirt is unbuttoned at the top, just enough that light blonde hairs poke out of the revealed opening. His suspenders are tight against his chest, brown, connecting to his tan slacks. Shiny office shoes adorn his feet as he leans back, crossing his foot over his knee as he takes a sip from his own drink (something dark) and fixates on the book in front of him.

He’s beautiful. Tempting. Like forbidden fruit, except he doesn’t seem to be married.

Even better.

The one thing you do pick up on is how incredibly tired he looks. He normally comes in with another man, this one’s palette almost inverse from your muse’s; dark suit, white shirt, dark hair, but the same bags underneath his eyes and tired facial expressions. They don’t typically speak to each other that much, due to how quiet the rest of the venue is, and choose to read together instead.

However, today, his companion is not here. He has come alone.

One of your fingers, complete with a perfectly manicured black nail, rubs against the edge of your glass as you watch him. He wears glasses, the golden rims catching the lowlight every once in a while as his eyes scan across the words in front of him. He hasn’t noticed you staring; he never has, which is somewhat of a shock to you. Whenever someone is staring at you, it feels like there’s fire alight on the back of your neck. He’s either completely oblivious, or he knows and he doesn’t seem to care.

Something about that makes your thighs clench together. The song in the background, playing gently against the velvet walls, does nothing for your growing yearning for the man.

Something chronic, bit demonic I been on the late shift All alone, staring at my phone

Sin and tonic Stupid promise Something like a death wish All alone, stare into my soul

You’ve never been one for one-night stands, but for him, there is a chance you’d make an exception.

You down the drink, drawing on the courage of the gin as you stand, making your way over to him. You identify his book, first; ironically, it’s one of your favorites, and a smile tugs at your lips as you approach. He looks up in surprise, before his expression smoothens into something close to neutrality. “Well, well, the voyeur finally decides to encounter their muse, eh?” he says, and his voice washes over your ears like silk. It’s gorgeous, with a low pitch and a rasp that makes the ache in your stomach only strengthen.

You take a seat, smiling and blushing to yourself that you’ve been discovered. “I was wondering how long it would take you to notice,” you admit, and he smiles back, folding a worn bookmark into the page he's reading and shutting the book, placing it on the table before turning to you, taking another sip of his own drink. It’s whiskey, made neat; you can tell from the smell across the table.

You sit awkwardly for a moment, listening to the crackling of the fire behind you, before he breaks the silence, his smooth voice taking up space once again.

“Come here often?”

You can’t help but chuckle. “More than I will admit,” you respond, “but it’s nice here. Gives me a chance to slow down after work, and the drinks are lovely.”

He nods, agreeing. “Yes, it’s a good place. Higuruma and I come here often after work; he also enjoys unwinding in a quieter atmosphere.”

Higuruma. That must be his companion. “What do you both do?” you ask, your elbow appearing on the table as the side of your head rests on your open hand. He leans forward then, fully facing the table, and sighs. “He’s a lawyer. Ironic, since he’s just finalized his own divorce as well. I stick to the salary business. It’s boring, but it’s something. Pays the bills at the end of the day.”

You hum. “If I may be honest, you don’t look as if you’re happy there at all.”

He laughs at that, a jovial laugh that isn’t obnoxiously loud; it’s just enough to be between the two of you. “Yes, well, dealing with finance is never an enjoyable activity, but I’ve been in it long enough now where I can find my own pleasures. Especially outside of work when I can look at such a pretty lady, if I do say so myself.”

The blush that appears on your cheeks is bright red, you can feel it as you look down bashfully. “Oh, don’t get shy on me now,” you hear him say as he reaches across the table, lightly touching your chin and raising your face to look back at him. There’s a softness in his gaze, one that you’re not used to. The touch is gentle as well, and you’re praying that he can’t feel the spark you felt as soon as his fingertips touched your skin.

Instead, you opt for teasing him.

“That was a bit forward, wasn’t it?”

He pales, moving his hand away. “Oh, God, sorry, I just—”

You grab his hand, a smile on your lips again as you hold it between your own, rolling your eyes. “Kidding. Promise,” you reassure him as his face relaxes again in relief, “I’d have said something much faster if you crossed a line, don’t worry. Although to me, it seems you don’t enjoy doing that very often. Salarymen are always so by the book.”

He nods, rolling his eyes as well. “I try not to be. Hence me attempting to read books more,” he gestures to the book on the table, “and being here. It’s not as public as many people have dragged me to, but it’s intimate enough where it feels nice to unwind.” He takes another swig of his whiskey, his cheeks dusted a light pink from the alcohol.

You both chat about other things, such as the books you’re reading, what you do for your job, your favorite drinks and what speakeasies and intimate bars you’ve both been to. Before you know it, it’s dark outside, and you’re fumbling for your bag and your keys, cursing at how long you’ve stayed. “I know it’s Friday,” you say, standing, “but I always like to be home a little early. That way I can pour a glass of wine after being here and relax even more.”

He’s standing up with you almost mechanically, tucking his book into a briefcase you didn’t notice before. There’s a flash of black-and-white print inside of the case, but you don’t get a good look before he shuts it and locks it, smiling at you and offering his hand.

“Well, I can’t allow for a stunning woman such as yourself to walk home alone, yes?”

You’re tempted to say no. You know for a fact this is a decision you’re either going to regret or enjoy, but at the point you are at with knowing him better than some of your own coworkers who you’ve worked beside for years, your better judgment is shelved for an impulse decision.

You take his hand.

“Well, well, Kento, I will take you up on the offer. What a kind gesture to someone who's been staring at you for weeks. How do you know I don’t have terrible intentions?” you ask him as he walks with you to the door, hand in hand. He looks back at you with a smile, crinkling the edges of his eyes.

“I’m quite good at reading people.”

“Need you, Kento.”

The plea comes out as a whine, the blonde man’s head between your thighs as he laps at your center. He looks up at you through his eyelashes, and you feel your obsession roaring in your ears as he smirks against you. “How do you need me, darling?” he whispers, and your hips buck into his face, forcing him to return to sucking on your sensitive clit.

“Anywhere. Everywhere. Forever.” It’s all coming out as senseless babbles, your hands deep in his hair, tugging on the strands and scratching at his scalp as his strong hands hold your legs apart, your thighs twitching against his grip. He doesn’t stop what he’s doing; he doesn’t seem to mind your comments, either, even if they do seem a little intense at the moment. It seems he either knows his effect on you, or he enjoys hearing about it.

The latter makes you wetter just thinking about it.

You’d had him walk you home, sharing a glass of wine on your couch as you discussed your favorite pieces of literature, the books strewn across the floor in the flurry of motion instigated by Kento himself. “Please do not take this the wrong way,” he had whispered, before placing the wine glass on the coffee table, “but I cannot stand staring at your lips and doing nothing about them.”

You’d kissed him then, whiskey and wine and a calming feeling flooding your veins as your lips moved against him, his large hands cupping your face so gently as if he didn’t want to harm you. But little did he know, that was what you craved; you wanted him to devour you, to make you think of nothing but him. If you were hung up on him for the rest of your life, you would be satisfied.

Come and get that honeySweeter than I ever knewTell me that you love meLove me till my lips turn blue

“K-Kento—”

He leans back, his fingers having been added to the mix, squelching as he scissors you open so deliciously well that your back is arching. His thumb, locked onto your clit, keeps it under a steady rhythm as you cry out. Every brush against the sensitive area is tightening that coil in your stomach, your whole body trembling beneath him. You can feel it, the climax roaring into you like a shockwave. “Gonna c—”

He leans over you then, his lips centimeters away from your ear, and growls.

“Cum for me, sweet thing. Cum all over my fingers, I know you can do it.”

The explosion of emotions that comes out of you, the noises, everything feels like a dam bursting as your soaking pussy twitches and drools all over his fingers, dripping onto the couch as you cum harder than you ever have before. The whole world seems to fall away except for Kento’s face, a haloed silhouette, like an angel coming to deliver you from everything that’s harmed you.

He looks down and grins, as if he’s proud of his handiwork, and as he looks back at you, you cannot help but watch him as you ride out your high.

I love you falls from your lips, but he doesn’t bat an eye. He doesn’t even flinch; in fact, his motions only get more aggressive as he fucks you into overstimulation, tears pricking at your eyes and breaking your lashline, sliding down your cheeks.

“Say it again.”

“W-What?” it comes out choked as you shudder underneath him, his fingers only continuing their movements.

“Say it again.”

“I love you?”

“Say it more confidently. Come on, sweet thing.” He sounds exasperated, and in your vulnerable state, all you want to do is please him. Make him want to stay with you, make him live inside of your bones.

“I love you. I will love you forever if you’ll let me, I—”

“Fuck, that’s good,” he whispers as he finally relents, removing his fingers from your center. He doesn’t wipe them on his slacks, however…instead, he chooses to prod at your lips, his other hand brushing away your tears. You obey within a beat, sucking on your own juices underneath him, watching his pupils dilate. His gaze is dark; it’s like his own obsession with you is forming, a mutual delusion you both can share.

His hand removes itself from your mouth, before his belt clinks and you hear the zipper of his pants echo around the room, clearing the post-climax daze and fluff that had been stuffed in your head. You clench as you feel the head of his fat cock brush against your abused opening, and he leans down close to you, his broad, bare chest flush with your own.

“God, you’re everything,” he whispers as he slides in, and your mind goes blank.

If I fall in every time Wicked love will leave me blind Yeah, I knew it I been through it

Oh god Can you make my heart stop? Hit me with your kill shot, baby I mean it, so serious

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[arlathen]

anyway here are my wild guesses about whats going to happen in veilguard specifically posted so that i can come back in a week and laugh at this <3

the veil comes down. the veil absolutely comes down. the world fundamentally changes. i am convinced on this. i'm not sure when it happens but i'll say it's at the end of the game.

there are little hints about solavellan and, like, one cutscene. i hope i'm wrong here but i don't think i am.

act 1 is dealing with ghilan'nain, act 2 is dealing with elgar'nan, and act 3 is. dealing with solas/the whole veil situation. solas gets out of Fade jail at the end of act 1 maybe. i'm trying to say things definitively even though i'm not that confident. maybe it's a blighted titan. i'll say it's also a blighted titan. what could be worse than ghil and elgar'nan after all.

FENRIS DOES COME BACK. please they gotta have fenris. i know hawke can kill him but CMON. they brought back leliana even though a tiny percentage of people killed HER!

they made designs for the rest of the evanuris and we actually see them all. bonus points if we also get to see how each one was uniquely fucking awful <3

they get around the well of sorrows choice by morrigan always taking the fragment of mythal and and not saying whether it was willing or unwilling, and solas absorbing the rest of her soul means that she couldn't influence whoever drank it anymore, or whatever.

morrythal betrays us in some way. we keep saying morrigan was the betrayer apostate well guess what chief. now she really is, just three games late.

based on the achievements and the talk about the mass effect 2 like ending, i do think it's something like. mmmm like to draw from TES, everyone kind of 'mantles' one of the gods and takes their power or something. maybe in order to defeat whatever bad thing rises. but there's a limited number of spaces and you have to choose between saving certain companions and saving solas, the inquisitor, whatever. i am going to be dead wrong on this.

there IS an outcome where you can save solas and basically let him go back to being a wisdom spirit. i don't know if i necessarily believe he was a spirit of wisdom, or i think it's more complicated than that. but he basically gets to shrug off the dread wolf mantle and be just solas, traveling and learning and helping (possibly with lavellan) (please with lavellan) -- in this way they write him off and the world is functionally the same whether you kill or save him. he's at peace. he has no interest in giving orders or influencing the world anymore. if this is a soft reboot and there are more choice imports in the next game, then he may cameo as someone who will give you advice as you find him. he's busy fucking his wife so much though so like leave him alone. he may also be "depowered" -- he uses all his power up bringing down the veil and is just a regular inquisition-era mage now.

i will cry at LEAST five times throughout the game.

okay there are my predictions.

[fandxmslxt69]

CLEM!!!

Happy birthday, lovely! I hope you're happy and healthy! So sorry I didn't see your post earlier, I've been having a very hectic year with studying, working and just generalized stuff! BUT BUT I couldn't send you a inbox!

So like a said: HAPPY BIRTHDAY! you are one of the sweetest mutuals ever! And to celebrate that a gotta ask

What is your latest read?

And I want to know your all time favorite Jason fics, please with links and all!

LOVE OF MY LIFE HELLO!!!

OMG PLS DONT APOLOGISE I KNOW HOW HECTIC LIFE CAN GET!! i hope you are taking good care of yourself, resting and relax outside of studies and work!!! remember that none of it matters if you aren't feeling good <33

MY LATEST READ OKAY

um truth be told my love i have been in SUCH a slump lately,,,, its been tough out here.

i only read like 3 books very recently (last month or so)

I did read All The Little Raindrops by Mia Sheridan my QUEEN. its like a mystery thriller with a side of romance!!! Sheridan's books are ALWAYS a hit (she's very popular for her booktok famous Archer's Voice? And Travis !!) I've read like. most of her books at this point. I have never devoted myself to an author so much. She got me into the whole thriller genre and I LOVE her. so much. ITS SO GOOD AAAA. its not for the faint of heart and on more than once i find myself with the need to throw up with how HORRIFYING and messed up some of this stuff is (most of her thriller books are not for the faint of heart. lots of horrific stuff that is all too real and it makes it 10x more disturbing). Anyway i loved it i think i gave it a 4/5 stars it was so so good

2. i ALSO started Ana Huang's If Love series. I literally never shut up about Ana Huang like. EVER and i had been wanting to read this for a while and IM SO GLAD I GOT IT STARTED !!! Its a LOT less popular than hr Twisted and Kings of Sin series; she wrote it well before she got popular/published but its so good. its def not Twisted/Kings of Sin series but it makes it sooo clear how much she's grown in her writing, character development and general story telling!!! I read the first 2 books and UGHGUGHUFGHUFGHG yeah. new comfort series fr fr fr fr.

I also got digging through Lynn Painter's works (Love Wager, Mr Wrong Number, Better Than The Movies, etc) 10/10 her rom coms are sacred to me. this was a while ago though like. months ago lmao but i think abt her books always!!!

OH OH OMG I READ BIRTHDAY GIRL BY PENELOPE DOUGLAS !!!! SOME TIME AGO!!! yeah it changed my brain chemistry. i dont remember if i told you or not. but it changed my life. i think about it always.

edit: omg shut up i forgot i read some banger books months ago that i did not mention. i ate up Liz Tomforde's sports romance series (Windy City series) it was SO FREAKING GOOD. she had hockey romance, she had basketball romance she had BASEBALL ROMANCE. 10/10 amazing vibes

I ate through the latest of Lauren Asher's (Love Redesigned) IT WAS ALSO HELLA GOOD!! Ana Huang's King of Greed was also a vibe. not my fav but it was good. I ALSO delved into hockey romance SOOO DEEP. Fav series is probably Becka Mack's Playing For Keeps. It's the silliest stupidest fluffy no plot head empty series ever. the first book is 90% porn. its just for the giggles. the second is a bit better but the third is def the best in terms of actual plot & character development for example but the vibes are astronomical and i live for them

i ALSO started reading Sarah Adam's small town romance series (very very good). All fluffy fall vibes. CHLOE GONG HAD COME OUT WITH A NEW BOOK IN THE SUMMER AND I GOT TO IT AROUND THE NEW YEAR AND IT WAS SOOO GOOOD. Immortal Longings mm......she destroyed me once again.

OKAY ALL TIME FAV JASON FICS ok i dont have links (is lazy to go find links) but i will tell you two blogs im like religiously stalking:

@in-som-niyah has AMAZING THOUGHTS on Jason 10/10 i love getting all my jason content from her GOD BLESS THE HARDWORKING PEOPLE OF TUMBLR DOT COM

@fcthots also has some kick ass Jason stuff....like....from smutty to fluffy and domestic its....yeah. oooghgubjgubgn yeah yeah.

anyway i've probably forgotten to mention a bunch of books but thats all i can remember that was actually good. HOW HAVE YOU BEEN WHAT HAVE YOU BEEN READING !!!

[moodymisty]

Hi hello there! First of all, congratulations on the milestone, it's a hell of one to clear 🎊🎉 I hope you are proud of yourself for it (you should!), because it's an awesome achievement, and you're awesome for hitting it 😌

Now, if I'm not too late for the party, could I place a request? You see, I'm a Delta Squad girlie first and human being second, so if you could write for any of them glowy face darlings (esp Boss or Sev!) I'd like, be forever grateful 🥺🥺

Delta boy + "You look so hot when you do that", with Reader skilfully performing a task and he goes like 👀👀👀 new kink unlocked: competence

I hope this ask finds you well, and that you remember to sip water and do some stretching!

(@clone-a-palooza)

❀ from my 1k followers event ❀

Author's Note: DELTA BOYZ DELTA BOYZ I have a 4k+ Sev fic i'm working on in at the moment, so how about we give our boy Scorch's discostick a ride? I hope that's ok? I know you mentioned all of them, but highlighted Sev and Boss if not feel free to tell me and I'll cook something else up

Relationships: Scorch/Gn!Reader

Warnings: Lewd but not nsfw, Flirting, Scorch is down bad, a hint at Scorch being a bit of a masochist but very tame and could be easily taken as a joke but I figured I'd warn anyways, being a bit reckless with weapon handling, Messy kisses <3

"Nice headphones."

Scorch watches you turn to look over your shoulder, glancing him up and down in one overexaggerated motion.

"Nice bucket."

One of the best things about Scorch is how easy it is to tell how he's feeling by his body language- even with his 'bucket' on. His shoulders rise and fall along with his chest, as he lets out a silent laugh.

The last group of troopers left the range a bit ago, as it's getting late enough that many of them need to get some rest before getting deployed. You and Scorch only just got here however, having sneaked off away from the rest of the Deltas to have some fun on your own.

As much as Scorch loves making things go boom, he seems to be more interested in watching you do so at the moment, leaning back against the wall behind you and watching with crossed arms as you look back at him.

"I've only done this a few times, so don't roast me." Scorch shakes his head and lazily gestures outward to the air surrounding him.

“That was such a poor choice in wording, pudding pop.”

You just roll your eyes, looking away from him and back towards the range, blaster in your hands. There's a target plate at the far end of the range, as far back as you can send it. Any closer felt a bit too, easy.

You can feel eyes on your back as you take aim, watching down the lane as you steady your hands a take a breath.

'BANG' In the center.

'BANG' In the center again.

'BANG' And again.

Each shot lands exactly where you want it in the center of the target time after time, all forming a near perfect cluster.

So maybe you weren't as rusty as you thought you would be, leaning away from the sights a bit to look down at your handiwork.

Hmm, not bad.

Leaning back into position, you take a few more shots, up until you feel the blasting getting noticeably hot. Only then do you stop, admiring your work again before throwing a quick glance over your shoulder to look at Scorch. He seems, more than a little surprised; And you remember you've never actually told him you weren't half bad with a blaster.

"Scorch?" Your eyebrows raise, looking at him as he eyes the target plate for a moment before his brown eyes go right back to you. He's walking towards you now- and quickly- brushing a hand along the curls of his hair with one hand.

"Fuck. You look so hot when you do that. Holy shit."

Having already torn off his helmet moments ago Scorch's jaw is effectively dropped, swallowing hard enough that you see the knot of his throat noticeably bob.

"You gotta- holy shit, can you pistol whip me?" You gasp as you laugh, back to the range as you look at him.

"Scorch! I am not going to hit you!" He steps forward even more, pressing the middle of your back against the table where the blaster case lays, as his body almost squishes you. His hands slide down to cup your ass as his lips crash with yours, almost bending you backwards. Your hands float awkwardly in the air, the wrist you're holding the blaster with going limp outward. His teeth scrape over your bottom lip, pulling as you try to speak again.

"Hey! We're in public anyone could see and- and let me put the blaster down!" He doesn't seem to listen to you, apart from blindly reaching for your wrist, taking the blaster from your hand and sitting back in the case once he flicks on the safely. How he can do that all blind, you can't hazard a guess. The whole time his lips never leave yours, feeling the way his hips press against your stomach. You feel like he's going to squish you, but you wouldn't want to be anywhere else.

"Can," He stops his sloppy, passionate kiss, only to let you speak a few words. "Can we at least take this somewhere else?"

"I ain't exactly patient right now, you gotta think fast." His hands keep pawing at you, cupping your hips and ass and keeping you against him.

"The refresher at the end of the hall?" Scorch allows you to stand fully upright, but his lips barely leave yours.

"Refresher works."

[ravenouscultleader780]

COTL : The Spousal Trio(Fanart Series, Mlp BaseEdits) Finale!

Hello Everyone here's the finale of Sammi's Story of my Spousal Trio Series so far, and this one's pretty self explanatory since obviously the rest of my drawings between Lambert and his Beloved Wife Sammi are history and all connected to this Lil Series of Origins for my fav Batdemoness in-game spouse!

No POV this time bcuz it's late and I'm pretty sleepy but maybe next time with us Finally getting into the Origins of Lady Dimmi The White Axolotl and M3gan Howler The Socialpathical but Sweet Wolf!

And like with sammis I'm gonna do 3 drawings as a beginning(Their Childhood Families, or just full younger years as children), the middle part(How they met their respective bishop and became the way they are and why they have a strong hatred towards the torture they went thru) and a Finale(which like this drawing above will be a full finale piece)

I'm doing it like this using Ibis Paint X(which I'm starting to get the hang of it as a beginner user of the app, until I get my new laptop and sadly gotta wait even more because my mom's bday is tonight/tomorrow she's gonna be in the city and I'm not going and staying home which I already felt like I went there already.. but that's just some "personal stuff" but long story short : I'll have more art to do at home)

But hope you guys and Gals liked this fanart I made tonight! And see you next time in Lady Dimmis Chapter!

P.S : as you can tell I gave Sammi some cute freckles on her snout which I found pretty cute and adorably perfect for her as a Innocent Loyal Desciple of Lambert(and maybe stay like that forever as a family gene with her meeting her future GF/Wife Midge and having "The Real Maxine Bloodsucker" which I'll save that for another time!

Anyways bye and goodnight cultists

[m-a-ys-world]

You woke up at 4 am to get you and your daughter ready for the day. You hated getting up this early but it was the only way you could get yourself and her ready on time “Hey, baby girl its time to wake up” you said softly to your 4 year old “Five more minutes mommy” she said rolling over, you giggled softly “No honey you cant be late again”. Once she woke up and you got her dressed it was time to get yourself ready “Ok can you be a big girl and eat your oatmeal while mommy gets ready?” You asked her pinching her cheeks “yes and i wont even make a mess” she said smiling “alright I’ll be right back” you said leaving her to watch The Smurfs. As you were getting ready your phone rang, It was your best friend Claire who was also the assistant manager at your job “Hey Claire” you said into your phone “Hey Y/n you still good to pick me up from the airport” she asked over the phone “Yeah I’m getting ready now” you responded “Oh I almost forgot, guess who i ran into at the airport” she said “who” you asked “Rafa, He’s moving back home” you froze and went silent “he’s moving back like permanently” you asked “yeah I guess, it’s been like what 3 years” she said “mom I finished my oatmeal” you heard your daughter yell from the kitchen “oh claire ive gotta go, i have to get Riley into the car so we can leave” you said snapping out of your daze “Ok, see you soon” Claire said hanging up the phone. “Alright you’ve got everything” you asked Riley grabbing your car keys “yep” she said following you to the door “Ok are your ready to see auntie Claire” you asked her “Yeah! I miss auntie Claire” she said excitedly “She misses you too, come on lets go” you said leaving the house.

It was 6:00 by time you got to the airport to pick up Claire, Riley was so happy to see her. She told Claire everything she did while she was gone the whole ride to her school “Okay baby, give me a hug and I’ll see you later” you said bending down to hug and kiss your daughter “bye bye mommy” she said running to join her friends in the classroom. “Can you believe Rafa is moving back here” Claire said as you got back into the car “not really” you responded dryly “I didnt think he ever would hes been gone forever” she said while scrolling through her phone “I wish he would just stay wherever he was” you said out loud although you meant to keep it to yourself “whats your problem with him, i thought you two were cool” she asked “ yeah well shit happens I guess” you said keeping a blank stare on the road. Claire talked to you the whole ride back to her house but you didn’t really hear everything she said because you were too busy thinking about Rafael. “Ok im gonna go get some rest before my shift today, I’ll see you at work” Claire said as you pulled up to her house and she grabbed her bags from the trunk you waved goodbye and pulled off.

It was 9 am and you already wanted the day to be over, something about knowing Rafa was back made you want to just go home but you couldn’t do that so for now you were just praying you didn’t run into him “whats got you so moody today” Claire asked from behind you “huh? Nothing Im just a little tired” you lied “what are you doing here anyway i thought you weren’t supposed to work until 12” you asked “Jenny called and asked me to cover her for a few hours” she replied “but seriously what’s wrong with you” she asked “Nothing im fine” you lord again “yeah ok, you’ve been in a funk since I told you about Rafael” she said as she was helping you set up to open the store “it’s nothing” she said walking away from her to unlock the doors “will you just tell me” she said laughing a little trying to find out what happened between you and him “will you let it go if i do” you asked, she nodded “fine” you sighed “when he left he just stopped talking to me so i guess im mad at him for that” you said hoping she wouldn’t ask any follow up questions “it’s been 4 years though and im sure he was busy, maybe you should call him” she suggested “exactly its been 4 years and i don’t really wanna talk to him now” you said desperately trying to get off this topic “okay…” she said slightly shocked at how upset you seemed to be with him “I just wanna get through the day so i can go home and watch some tv with my daughter” you said counting down the hours until you got off.

2pm

You felt your phone buzz in your pocket as you were finishing up helping a customer, when you took out your phone to see who was calling you say that it was Riley’s daycare “hello” you said into the phone “Hi, Ms. Y/l/n, I was just calling to let you know that Riley threw up and she has a slight fever we think it would be best if you took her home, shes not looking too good” Rileys teacher said “oh ok, yeah im on my way thanks” you said ending the call and going to find Claire “Hey Claire Rileys Teacher just called shes sick and i gotta go get her do you think i can bring her here” you asked “Ah no sorry Jenny told me shes allowed in the back anymore” she said with an apologetic look on her face “Shit ok uh” you said trying to figure out what you were gonna do “Hey dont worry im off im 30 minutes, go get her and i’ll watch her until you get off” she said trying to keep you from panicking “are you sure you’ve already watched her so many times” she stopped you, pulling you into a hug “of course i know you’re stressed trying to do this alone plus I love hanging out with her” she said “thanks Claire” you said smiling at her.

Once you picked Riley up and got back to your job Claire was off and ready to watch Riley for you “Thanks again Claire I really appreciate it” you said putting your sleeping daughter into the back seat of Claires car “no problem and I’ll bring her home when you get off” she said helping you put Riley and her bag in the car “you know i could keep her for a couple days if you want” she said “no thats ok I think I would feel lonely in the house alone” you said, it had been years since you had the house to yourself but you liked not being alone because you had your daughter “oh my god” Claire said looking behind you “what?” You said turning around to see what she was looking at and boy did you wish you hadn’t turned around. It was Rafa he was there getting ready to walk into your job “Hey Rafa” you snapped your head around as you heard Claire call out to him “Why” you asked her “Oh shit hey” he said smiling coming over to the car “Hey Y/n” he said pulling you into a hug but all you could do was stand there “uh hey” you stuttered out “what are yall up to right now, I was gonna go met up with Diggs it you wanna come” you wanted to punch him in the face because of the way he just wanted to act like nothing ever happened “Oh i cant I’ve gotta work” you said trying your best to avoid looking him in the eyes “I would go but ive gotta watch her kid” Claire said pointing to Riley sleeping in the car “Holy shit you had a kid” Rafa asked “yeah” you answered dryly “oh she’s so cute whats her name” your heart was beating fast and you feel like you were about to pass out. “Riley” you watched him as he looked your- well his daughter “how old is she” he asked “she’s 4” you prayed that he didn’t put two and two together because you really couldn’t handle that situation right now “Holy fuck” Claire said from behind you. You and Rafa turned to see what was wrong “uh I forgot my mom was coming over later and I gotta clean my house” you knew she knew, you also knew she was gonna wanna talk about it and you weren’t ready for that. You saw Diggs walk down the street and he greeted you and Claire, after you all said your hellos Rafa and Diggs walked into the store “Is she his” Claire asked once they were out of ear shot “Claire i really dont wanna talk about this right now” you said looking at the ground “she is isn’t she” you wanted to bury yourself and never come out “so thats why you’re so mad at him, because he left” you just nodded “are you gonna tell him” she asked “no, i dont need his help” you said “well I know that but maybe he should know that hes a dad” she said “yeah but I mean its been 4 years and its not like I havent tried to tell him, he just stopped answering my texts and calls” you could feel yourself getting upset and you just wanted the day to be over “Look i gotta get back to work can we talk about this later” you said realizing your break was almost over “yeah but you should tell him, like now he deserves to know” she said “how, do i just walk up to him and say hey i haven’t seen you in almost 5 years but anyway the kid you just saw is your daughter” your heart stopped when you turned to see Rafa standing in front of the door “what” you wanted to die, you didn’t think this would happen any time soon and definitely not like this but now you had no choice “shes mine” Rafa asked you as he look you in the eyes

God why couldn’t he have just stayed wherever he was

Im leaving you with a cliff hanger because my brain has stopped working