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Where Will All The Martyrs Go [Chapter 9: Some Days He Feels Like Dying]

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Series summary: In the midst of the zombie apocalypse, both you and Aemond (and your respective travel companions) find yourselves headed for the West Coast. It’s the 2024 version of the Oregon Trail, but with less dysentery and more undead antagonists. Watch out for snakes! 😉🐍

Series warnings: Language, sexual content (18+ readers only), violence, bodily injury, med school Aemond, character deaths, nature, drinking, smoking, drugs, Adventures With Aegon™️, pregnancy and childbirth, the U.S. Navy, road trip vibes.

Series title is a lyric from: “Letterbomb” by Green Day.

Chapter title is a lyric from: “Extraordinary Girl” by Green Day.

Word count: 8.3k

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Let’s go back to the beginning of the end of the world.

On the big-screen tv in the Liberty Center at Saratoga Springs, Wolf Blitzer is saying: “We are receiving confirmation of additional outbreaks of the so-called Florida Fever, the first cases of which here in the U.S. were reported in Miami a little over one week ago. Concern is now growing nationally, especially as the modes of transmission, symptoms, and treatment options remain unclear. Let’s go across the country to Natasha Chen for the latest information. Natasha?”

“Hi, Wolf. I’m here outside the UC San Diego Medical Center where early this morning, two individuals suspected to be suffering from the illness were admitted. I’ve been informed by hospital staff that both patients are currently in stable condition, but there is still so much confusion and conflicting information regarding this ‘Florida Fever,’ and of course that uncertainty is leading to fear, rumors, and honestly a bit of hysteria. Even how to refer to the sickness is controversial, with no official name having been decided upon by scientists. Cases in Australia are known as Ragepox, the U.K. has dubbed it the 21st Century Sweat after a mysterious disease from the 1500s, and Russia is calling it the Ukrainian Flu while Ukraine has opted for the Russian Red Rot, inspired by the skin lesions that some patients experience.”

“Can you tell us what we do know, Natasha? Are doctors classifying this illness as a virus, or as a bacterial infection more akin to tuberculosis or meningitis?”

“At this time, what I’m hearing is that doctors are fairly certain it’s a virus, as patients do not seem to respond to antibiotics when they’ve been explored as a potential treatment. But there’s truly very little information at this early stage, and I think we’re all being reminded of those first days of the Covid-19 pandemic, when no one really knew how to best to avoid contracting the virus or what the long-term effects would be both nationally and globally.”

“There are absolutely some similarities, Natasha, which I’m sure is contributing to the unease surrounding the situation. What precautions are doctors currently recommending?”

“Wolf, doctors are urging the public not to panic, and to exercise common sense measures like avoiding crowded spaces, sanitizing surfaces, and staying home if they’re feeling unwell. Suspected cases of the illness should be reported to primary physicians or local hospitals. Typical symptoms appear to include headaches, fever, gastrointestinal upset, skin discoloration and blistering, and unusual bleeding, as well as behavioral changes, particularly disorientation, aggression, and even violence in some patients…”

“That ain’t what it is,” Rio says. He jabs his index finger at the tv from where he sits on the couch beside you. “Snowflake wasn’t sick, he was dead. He was motherfucking dead, flatline, code blue, crossed the rainbow bridge, he was gone. He was dead and then he woke back up, and he wasn’t a person anymore. He was…something else.”

“Dumbass, people don’t come back from the dead,” Mike says from the ping pong table. People are milling around pretending to play pool, darts, chess, poker, Monopoly, Uno, Parcheesi, but really you’re all here for the same reason. You want to know what’s happening.

Rio turns to you. “Wasn’t Snowflake dead?”

“He definitely seemed dead,” you reply, knees tucked to your chest and still watching the tv. Wolf Blitzer’s voice is calm, but his pale blue eyes have a manic sort of light to them, too large and too rattled.

“Man, fuck Florida,” says Desmond, a utilitiesman born and raised Trenton, New Jersey. “Nothing but psychos and alligators. Saw them off of Georgia and just let them float away.”

“What was that?” Tyler replies combatively. He’s from a trailer park in Tallahassee.

“Ty, why do you care? You’d be fine. You’re already up here. You can stay.”

“They’re lying,” Rio mutters, meaning Wolf and Natasha on CNN. “When the corpsmen called the hospital, they said to be prepared to restrain Snowflake and that he might try to bite us. Why aren’t they warning people about that?!”

Kayleigh, a steelworker from Oklahoma City, looses a frenetic sort of laugh. “Because there’s no non-panic-inducing way to say: Hey, go buy some duct tape and bungee cords to tie up your loved ones, because they might try to fucking eat you.”

Rio doesn’t frown often, but he is now; he slips his phone out of the pocket of his camo pants and types out a WhatsApp message to Sophie. You only know her from photos and quick hellos via video chat, a sweet diminutive woman with white-blonde hair and blue eyes that seem to fill up half her face, as fragile as Rio is overwhelming. She likes baking and romance novels and elephants; whenever Rio finds elephant-themed souveners, he ships them home to Oregon for her, refrigerator magnets and wallets and scarves and snow globes. Sophie wears a lot of long flowing skirts and hand-knit sweaters, and offers strange suggestions when she and Rio discuss baby names: Sage, Fox, Laurel, Coral, Juniper, Karma, Rune, Otter. Otter?! Rio had exclaimed. Babe, if you name our kid Otter, even I’M gonna have to bully them.

“I’m telling Sophie to stay with my parents,” Rio says to you. “They’ve gotten super weird with all the off-the-grid stuff, but they have years’ worth of supplies and grow most of their own food now, and they’re thirty miles from the nearest town. And no one knows how to defend themselves like doomsday preppers.”

“Good idea,” you reply, watching the tv. Now Wolf Blitzer is talking about tornadoes in the Midwest, and you could almost believe the world is normal again.

A few days later all major social media platforms begin censoring content related to the so-called Florida Fever, and then the internet goes down completely, and then the power turns off and on and off again, and finally quits like a car driven to its last mile. The combat units are moved out of Saratoga Springs—never to be heard from again—and the construction projects paused indefinitely, and one of the master-at-arms that Rio is friends with (Rio has a lot of friends, surely you aren’t so remarkable) relays information that he shouldn’t: tales of planned missions, impossible plagues, overrun cities, innumerable deserters in every branch of the U.S. military.

“Hey,” Rio whispers, shaking you awake one night, moonlight streaming through the windows and the pops of distant gunfire you aren’t supposed to ask about. “If I leave, will you come with me?”

It’s a big commitment; it could be a lifetime. You fear he might just be trying not to hurt your feelings. “I don’t want to slow you down.”

“No, you don’t get it,” Rio says. “I’m not leaving without you. Are you going to Oregon by choice, or should I tie you up and throw you in the back of the Humvee?”

~~~~~~~~~~

It’s a young one, maybe a teenager, little buds for horns and only weighing a few hundred pounds. This is good; if it was any heavier, Cregan and Rio wouldn’t be able to drag it back to the ranch. You’re still in Red Desert, Wyoming, and the bison are grazing just off I-80, an asphalt artery that cuts through an endless steppe of sand-colored rocks and tall grass. They gaze lazily in your direction with bulbous dark eyes, perpetually chewing, not terribly intelligent. The Colt pistols of the men who found you at the RV had been loaded with 9mm bullets, the same caliber your Berettas take; there weren’t many, but enough to fill both of your clips, something that feels like winning the lottery. You are lying on the rocky, dusty soil and lining up the shot. If you miss, the herd will scatter, and you’ll watch dinner vanish beneath a blue sky—pale like Aemond’s eye, a weak shallow blue—and rough white scars of cirrostratus clouds.

“Feels kind of wrong to kill a baby,” you murmur. Daeron, Luke, Baela, Helaena, and Ice are back at the house. Aemond, Rio, Cregan, Rhaena, and Aegon are here on the ground with you; Aegon insisted upon being brought along, and Rio agreed to carry him. Aegon had never seen American bison outside of the Oregon Trail computer game, those pixelated brown blobs migrating across the screen no more material than unicorns or faeries or basilisks.

“If the baby didn’t want to get killed, it shouldn’t be made of steak,” Aegon points out. He’s on a lot of Vicodin, the only narcotic Aemond could find back in Ogallala, Nebraska.

“No pressure, Chips,” Rio says, chewing on a long blade of little bluestem grass. “If you miss we’re just going to have to eat each other like the Donner Party.”

Aegon wrinkles his nose in confusion. “The what?”

“She won’t miss,” Aemond says, and Rio snickers to himself and gives you a quick wink that no one else notices.

“I don’t think one 9mm bullet will do it,” Cregan mutters. “Cows got thick skulls, I figure bison are the same way. You’ll have to hit it a few times, and before it can take off and disappear on us.”

Aemond casts him a patronizing glance. “And you’ve killed a lot of cows?”

“Oh yeah. Worked in a slaughterhouse for a while before I got hired by the power company. Hated it, went home and could still smell the blood and brains on myself no matter how many times I showered. Couldn’t get out of there fast enough.”

Aemond looks like he regrets asking. Rhaena frowns worriedly at the bison. “Will they charge if someone shoots at them?”

Cregan shrugs. “Probably not.”

“Probably?!”

You squeeze the trigger five times in quick succession, hit the calf thrice, tiny puffs of scarlet mist that spring from its woolly head. It flops over as the rest of the herd jolts into a gallop, kicking up dust and fleeing across the steppe.

“Yes!” Rio booms as everyone applauds. “We’re in business! We’re having ribeyes tonight! Cregan, my good sir, I take mine medium rare.”

“You’re getting well done,” Aemond tells him. “Everyone is. Just in case the bison has parasites.”

Rio groans. “You’re ruining my life, man.” Then he and Cregan trot over to grab the baby bison, each of them taking one of its back hooves.

“So,” Aegon says dreamily. “Now that Rio is preoccupied, who would like to assist me in returning my disgusting, debilitated body to the ranch? Anyone? Anyone?”

Rhaena turns to you. “When we have more bullets, could you give me shooting lessons?”

“Sure,” you reply, a bit startled. “Really? You’re interested?”

“Well…” Rhaena hesitates. “Baela’s always been the brave one. At home, at school, when we were shopping, even when restaurants would mess up my order, Baela would do the talking and make sure I was alright…and I would literally hide behind her waiting for her to solve all my problems. And now…with the baby, with Jace…it’s been really different being the one to help her for a change, and I don’t think I’m very good at it yet. But Baela deserves to have people to lean on, just like I’ve always had her. And…when I stabbed that guy in the RV…I kind of liked it.” She titters nervously when she sees the shock on your face. “No, not like that! Not the killing part, or the gushing blood, that was all super gross. But the fact that I helped protect Baela and Luke? The fact that I wasn’t useless in that situation? That was a good feeling. Baela is clever, and she’s courageous and caring and funny, and she’s always been better than me at everything, and I never minded because she…she was like my own personal superhero, you know? But now I feel like I need to start learning how to do things myself so I can help her. Even if Baela is still better at everything, and probably always will be.”

Aegon grins toothily and pushes his neon green plastic sunglasses up the bridge of his nose. “I know how you feel. It’s pretty impossible to look heroic next to Aemond.”

“Stop,” Aemond says, but he’s smiling, and a bloom of bashful pink blood appears in his cheeks.

“You already took over the driving,” you tell Rhaena encouragingly. “That was a big help.”

“Yeah,” Rhaena replies, a bit pensive. “Let’s hope I can keep that going.” Between the gas Aemond found in Ogallala and what was siphoned from the would-be attackers’ GMC Yukon, you got enough fuel in the Tahoe to take it halfway across Wyoming; but now the gauge is not just at but venturing below the E, and it can’t have more than five or ten miles left. That might not even get you to the next ranch, let alone a proper town. You need a working vehicle. There are nearly a thousand miles between here and Odessa, Oregon.

Aegon is pawing at Aemond like a cat. “Come on, hero. Help me up.”

~~~~~~~~~~

“This is why we’re friends,” Rio tells you as he shovels forkfuls of bison steak into his mouth, juice dribbling down his chin. Cregan gutted the bison and butchered it, then you helped him cook the steaks—not very uniform in size and shape, yet no one is complaining—on a pan heated in the woodstove. You fed the fire with books you found in the house, mostly religious in nature. “You convince me not to commit suicide when we’re stranded on a transmission tower, you share your Cheddar Whales, you’re good at shooting things…”

“How did you two become friends?” Baela asks. You are all arranged around the dining room table; there are just enough chairs for everyone. Ice lies beneath it mauling on bison bones that Cregan set aside for her. The room is illuminated by flashlights. Baela looks great: in good spirits, glowing, alert, wearing a loose cotton dress that Helaena found in an upstairs closet for her. Baela napped most of the day, something she rarely allows herself to indulge in, and the benefits are evident.

Rio says nonchalantly: “I talked to everybody and she barely talked at all. So of course I had to investigate and figure out what that was about. Turns out she’s kind of cool. You know the Wheel of Fortune game at arcades where there’s like a hundred little lights in a circle you have to press the button when the one that says Spin Zone lights up? She’s a freak, she can hit it almost every time. Can’t sink a basketball or sing karaoke to save her life, but you know, we all have flaws.”

Aegon looks up from his map, which he is scrutinizing as he eats his bison steak. “Do you realize that if we could just stop at gas stations like back when everything was normal, we’d be in Odessa or the Bay Area in fifteen hours? Literally less than one day. Fucking unreal. And yet here we are trapped in yee-haw country, freaky giant animals, no civilization but Jesus billboards everywhere, hell on earth.” He holds up a palm. “No offense, Cregan. You’re okay.”

Cregan smiles mildly. “None taken, Fried Foot. You know you’re a little well done yourself these days.”

“That’s ableist,” Aegon replies.

“We’ll find gas tomorrow,” Aemond says. He sounds confident because he has to; he’s not allowed to panic, to give up. He’s seated at the head of the table like a patriarch. His steak is the smallest and the most ragged. He wouldn’t accept any of the others.

You ask Baela: “Have you decided what to name the baby?”

“Kind of.” She rests both hands on her belly, a globe like a full moon. Helaena glances over at Baela, frowning and preoccupied. “If it’s a boy, I’m going to name it after Jace. We had already picked out Theodore…and Teddy for short, isn’t that cute? But now…I’d want him to have that connection to his father. The baby won’t have any pictures of him, or videos, or memories, or papers he wrote in school, or ties or rings or cufflinks, or…anything. But he could have Jace’s name.”

The rest of you nod, eyes downcast and feeling terribly sorry for her. “I really like that idea,” Luke says quietly.

Now Baela is thinking, her gaze traveling around the room as she chews on a cube of streak. “I’m not sure what I’d call a girl. Maybe something naturey like Violet, Rosemary, Ivy, Indigo, Fern…”

“You should name it Otter,” you say, and you and Rio erupt into raucous laughter. Aemond smiles as he watches you.

Baela is grinning uncertainly, trying not to be insensitive. Perhaps people named their kids stuff like Otter where you came from. “Um, sorry, what?!”

“That was one of the baby names on Sophie’s list,” Rio clarifies. “I vetoed it. Or at least…I think she agreed to cross it off…? Oh my God, imagine I finally get to Odessa only to find out my firstborn child has been named Otter.”

“You’d have to turn right back around,” you say. “Total abandonment would be the only honorable choice. We’d have to start over someplace else. I’ve heard Texas is nice.”

Aegon snorts. “You can’t live in Texas. They don’t even have legal weed there.”

Rhaena squints at him. “I don’t really think that’s a concern anymore, Aegon.”

Aegon smacks his forehead theatrically. “Oh no, I forgot about the apocalypse again!”

“So Cregan,” Baela says. “You were planning to vote for Trump.”

Everyone at the table groans. “No politics,” Aemond says.

“They’re all dead now, so it doesn’t matter,” Rhaena adds. “Biden, Kamala, that insane Kennedy brain worm dude, Trump…”

Aegon says: “If I was a zombie, I wouldn’t eat Trump.”

“I just found that interesting,” Baela continues, looking at Cregan like she’s expecting him to explain himself. Rhaena and Luke exchange a nervous glance. Daeron reaches under the table to pet Ice; you can hear her tail thumping cheerfully against the hardwood floor.

“I was a Trump voter, yeah,” Cregan replies between bites of steak. Aemond is studying him uneasily, but Cregan’s baritone voice is calm. “That doesn’t mean I approved of a lot of the things he did and said. I’m not a monster, I don’t believe in mocking people or all that January 6th stuff. But he was good for the economy. Back when Trump was president, groceries were more affordable, and houses were cheaper, and more companies were hiring. If I had tried to move out of my parents’ place in 2023 instead of 2019, there’s no way I could have done it. And I really needed to get out of there. A lot of people feel that they don’t have the luxury of voting for the nicest candidate, or the candidate they agree with on social issues. Something abstract like climate change isn’t even on the radar. They have to vote for their basic necessities.”

You and Rio understand what he means, you’ve both met plenty of people with the same perspective; everybody else seems shellshocked.

“But I don’t want y’all to think that I’m…” Cregan looks around the table, his eyes catching—interestingly—on Helaena, who observes him with a fully present attentiveness that you’ve learned is rare for her. “You know, like a sexist or a racist or that I hate foreigners or anything. Because I’ve never felt that way, and now I’m very happy to have found you guys, and I respect the hell out of you. And I want to be allowed to stay.”

“You can stay, Cregan,” Helaena reassures him.

“Yeah,” Rio says. “Especially since we’d probably starve without you.”

Cregan beams, clearly grateful, and there are chuckles and the tension breaks; and Baela is placidly skating her palm over the arc of her belly, and now that you’ve eaten all you can, Rio is spearing the remaining chunks of your steak with his fork and gobbling them down. He doesn’t ask before he does this; he knows you don’t mind. You’ve never understood why he’s given you so much over the past nearly five years. You are eternally offering him atonement.

Suddenly, Baela asks you: “What would you name a baby girl?”

You have to think about this before you answer. “Well, if you’re looking for something related to plants…I had a friend when I was growing up named Briar, and I always thought that was pretty.”

“Briar,” Baela echoes, intrigued.

“It means bramble, like a thorny shrub where blackberries grow. I remember her telling me that her mama wanted it to be a reminder that people go through rough patches and that life gets hard sometimes, but you have to keep going, and eventually you’ll find your way out.”

“Briar,” Baela repeats. “Yeah, that’s kind of neat. I’ll add it to the list!”

“And you’d have the same first initial,” Rhaena says. “Baela and Briar. Isn’t that adorable?”

Baela smiles. “And a few Rs thrown in there too. For Rhaena.”

Rio turns to Aegon. “Hey Honey Bun, if you had to name your kid after a plant, what would you name it?”

Aegon says without hesitation: “Marijuana.”

Now it’s an hour later, and Aemond is examining Aegon’s burned leg on the living room floor, Helaena holding a flashlight and you and Rio standing by for moral support. Underneath the bandages is a wasteland of red, weeping flesh…and yet there are spots where the skin seems to be hardening into white islands of scar tissue. Rhaena and Luke are keeping watch by the windows, Baela is passed out in one of the bedrooms, Cregan is showing Daeron how to put his wavy blonde hair up in a man bun.

Aemond points to a blackish patch on the top of Aegon’s foot, only a few inches from his ankle. “I have to debride this part here,” he says like an apology.

Aegon is afraid to ask. “What does debride mean?”

“It means I have to cut it out.”

“Cut it?!”

“It’s getting infected. I have to remove it or it will spread to the rest of the foot and you could get sepsis. I might even have to amputate the whole leg.”

“Okay, cut the dead stuff off,” Aegon swiftly agrees.

Aemond doesn’t have any more injectable morphine. He gives Aegon as much Vicodin as he dares and then begins working, carving away layers of dark disease with his scalpel and scrubbing the area with disinfectant. Aegon clutches your hand, squeezing so hard it feels like your bones might crunch, shrapnel-like splinters of marrow-stained organic glass beneath your skin. Rio has Aegon’s pink Sony Walkman—once owned by Ava—and takes one earbud while giving Aegon the other. They sing along to Sean Paul songs together, laughing as tears stream down Aegon’s sunburned cheeks:

“Well, woman, the way the time cold, I wanna be keepin’ you warm

I got the right temperature fi shelter you from the storm

Oh Lord, gal, I got the right tactics to turn you on

And girl, I wanna be the papa, you can be the mom…”

Now you’re curled up in bed, your arms crossed over your belly as you struggle to fall asleep. Aemond comes to bed late now; each night he waits until Baela is sleeping and then teaches Rhaena about childbirth and recovery: what to expect, what could go wrong. She is a good student, borrowing Helaena’s spider notebook to take notes and asking detailed questions. She wants to know everything she can so she can help when Baela goes into labor.

At last, the bedroom door opens. Out in the living room you can hear Rio asking: “Do you have Wagon Wheel? I love that song.”

Aegon scoffs. “No, of course I don’t have Wagon Wheel. Shut up and listen to your Enrique Iglesias.”

“You are so racist, man…”

Aemond sees that you’re in agony, rummages around in his medical kit, and gives you an oval-shaped white pill to wash down with the can of orange Sunkist on the nightstand; Helaena found a case of it in the pantry. “Why didn’t you tell me it was this bad?”

“I didn’t want to take any Vicodin from Aegon or Baela. They’ll need it more than me.”

“Your pain is as real as anyone else’s.” Aemond’s weight shifts the mattress as he crawls into bed beside you, his arm settling protectively around your waist, his hand covering yours where it rests on your lower belly. “If the Tahoe runs out of gas, will you be okay to walk tomorrow?”

“Don’t worry about me. I had three periods during basic training, I honestly thought I might die. After that I can power through just about anything.”

“I’ve noticed.” You feel the soft smile on Aemond’s lips as he kisses your temple. “Do you want quiet, or do you want to talk?”

“Talking would be a nice distraction.”

Aemond wastes no time. “Do you like kids?”

“Well, since birth control doesn’t exist anymore, I’d hope everybody does.”

Again, he is smiling; you can hear it in his voice. “Okay, but do you intend to have your own?”

“Yeah, I always envisioned myself having kids. I wanted a normal family and figured I’d have to make one myself, DIY it, you know? I don’t think the plan has changed. Gotta repopulate the earth somehow.”

“I wouldn’t try to sway your decision one way or the other. It’s a burden you should only have to endure if you actively choose it. But if you want to have children one day, I’d help you.”

You giggle in the dim orange glow of a single flashlight. “How self-sacrificial.”

“No,” Aemond says, laughing. “Not like, the making them. I mean, I’d help with that too, that aspect would be fun. But I was talking about the delivery, and recovery, and taking care of a newborn. I don’t know everything, but I know a lot. I could help you get through it. So that’s an option I want you to be aware of, if…you know.” Now he pauses. “If you trust me.”

“I trust you.”

“Sometimes I don’t know if you should,” Aemond murmurs; or at least that’s what you think he says as you lose consciousness, plummeting into sleep as if falling from a great height.

~~~~~~~~~~

The Tahoe runs out of gas just east of Tipton—not a city, not a town, just a collection of service roads linking sprawling ranches to I-80, the only continuous route across southern Wyoming—and Rhaena guides the SUV as it coasts to a halt on the shoulder of the highway. You hike about a mile to the nearest ranch house: Luke carrying the siphoning hose and empty gas can in case you can find fuel, Rio carrying Aegon on his back, Baela walking slowly and with great effort, Ice panting as she lopes across the dusty earth. You can’t spot any cattle or horses behind the endless strings of barbed wire fencing. Perhaps they are in a different pasture, or escaped or were stolen, or died of thirst without being tended to, or were consumed by a wandering hoard of zombies, never sleeping and always hungry. The house at the end of the dirt driveway is modest, old, and painted white. The front door is open; the screen door bangs in the wind.

“Rock Springs is the next real town,” Aegon says when Rio drops him to the ground, reading his map.

“And how far is that?” Rio asks.

Aegon deflates. “About fifty miles.”

“Great,” Rhaena says. “What’s the plan, to fly there?”

“Yeah, start flapping your wings, little bird. You’re light enough, you can make it.”

“No car in the driveway,” you tell Aemond. “Nobody home, maybe?”

He’s scrutinizing the house, his blue eye narrow. “Maybe.”

A thought occurs to Aegon. “Do you think ranchers have golf clubs?” he asks hopefully.

“No,” Aemond snaps. Rio is now on the front porch and pounding the butt of his unloaded Remington shotgun against the doorframe to see if anyone appears. Daeron is nocking one of his makeshift arrows as he trots around the perimeter with his compound bow.

Luke, peering through his binoculars, points to a large cylindrical aluminum structure about a hundred yards from the house, by a small red barn. “What’s that thing?”

“It’s a grain bin,” Cregan says. “Full of feed for cattle.” Ice whimpers at his feet, and he twirls his axe in his large, calloused hands. “Are we clearing the house or not? Something’s in there.”

“We are,” Aemond answers tonelessly. “Luke, Rhaena, stay out here with Aegon and watch for trouble. Daeron, you too.”

“Got it.”

“Baela—”

“Can I go inside?” she asks. “Please, Aemond. I’m so sick of sitting around feeling useless and exhausted. I want to help. I want to do something, I’m going insane.”

“Fine,” Aemond agrees. “It should be an easy one.”

It is easy, but it’s not pleasant. The house smells like dark, sickening decay. In the living room are the skeletal remains of two bodies, both children judging by the size; the maroon-stained bones are notched with indents from gnashing teeth. Cregan shadows Helaena as she searches through closets and drawers. She takes no clothing—it would have absorbed the stench of death—but fills her burlap messenger bag with matches, lighters, batteries, pills. She gives you a bottle of Advil before you can ask her for it.

“Thanks,” you say, a bit startled, as you tuck it away in your backpack.

It is not until Ice leads you to the final room, the bedroom at the rear of the house, that you hear the familiar, blood-chilling hissing and moaning of a zombie. It is in the closet, and emerges one limb at a time: one arm and then another, one leg long like a spider’s, streaked with a thick soup of rotting organs that spills from a gaping hole in her belly like the mouth of a mineshaft. Something has happened to its other leg; it is missing, and the corpse that was once a thirties-something woman—a soccer mom, perhaps, with a minivan and propensity to make meatloaf and fish sticks—drags itself across the fawn-colored carpet towards you, slow and pathetic. Ice growls and barks. Rio raises his Remington.

“Wait,” Baela says. Her hammer is in her right hand. “Can I do it?”

“Of course, be my guest,” Rio says; though you can tell he’s slightly disappointed. He loves clubbing things.

Baela approaches the yowling zombie—jaws snapping, claws swiping—and grimaces down at it, this one of millions of monsters that ended the world, that killed Jace and stole all the rest of her life from her too, all those normal things she was supposed to have, all those strings of fate that the plague cut through like a razor and sent floating aimlessly out into the void of the universe. Then with a scream, Baela swings her hammer and a catastrophic impact crater appears in the side of the zombie’s skull, and it crumples to the floor, its mindless brains spilling out onto the carpet.

“Nothing good?” Aegon asks when you reappear in the driveway, popping a Vicodin into his mouth.

“No,” Aemond replies grimly. “No gas, no bullets, no food, nothing to drink.”

“I knew it would be lean pickings once we got out here,” Cregan says, and Aemond looks like he could kill him.

“Well, fortunately, Luke might have some good news for us,” Aegon says with a grin.

Aemond perks up. “Really? What?”

“I saw a truck out there,” Luke says, using his binoculars to gesture to the grain bin. “It’s parked between the barn and the grain thing, I can just see the very front of it sticking out. And if there’s a truck, there might be gas.”

Aemond ruffles Luke’s fluffy dark hair. “Good job, kid.” And Luke lights up like how cities used to look at night, back when the power was on: Washington D.C., Key West, Corpus Christi, Chinhae. Rio stoops down so Aegon can hop on his back, and all of you trek together across the field.

“Nothing,” Cregan announces as he squeezes the little pump on the siphoning hose after opening the gas cap of the ancient Chevy Silverado and threading the hose inside. “Not a drop.”

“Fucking fantastic,” Aegon sighs from where he’s slumped on the ground. His eyes are glazed; he’s pretty stoned. He gazes pitifully up at you; you pat his shoulder sympathetically. You and Rio have already checked the barn, dilapidated but perfectly devoid of zombies. The roof has caved in; one of the two front doors are missing. “What now?!”

“We can go back to the interstate and walk until we find the next ranch,” you say, looking absentmindedly at the grain bin. It’s much larger up close, and rusty in spots. A ladder runs up one side to allow access to the roof. Ice isn’t whining or nudging anyone’s hands, but she’s sniffing the air as if she’s detected something interesting, unfamiliar.

“Yeah,” Luke replies miserably. “We can walk another five or ten miles and then maybe find a safe place to spend the night.”

Rhaena shades her eyes as she peers up at the sky. “It’s past noon already. Maybe we should just stay here.”

Rio barks out a sardonic laugh. “In a house with no supplies and that reeks of dead people?”

“Cregan, go kill us something to eat,” Aegon commands.

He chuckles in his deep, gruff voice. “It’s Miss Chips who is good at the killing, I’m just the authority on butchering at the moment.”

Aemond is watching Ice, his forehead furrowed. “What’s she doing?”

Cregan whistles. “Hey, princess, you okay?” Ice ignores him, still sniffing, her grey ears straight up in the air. Then it appears from behind the barn: a tiny brown creature, a baby bear.

“Aww, it’s so fuzzy!” Aegon squeals, stretching his arm out to pet it. Rio yanks him away; everyone else is backing up towards the grain bin. A second bear cub has now arrived, padding clumsily along, large cartoonish eyes and a little pink tongue poking out from its muzzle.

“Don’t touch them!” Aemond shouts to everyone. “Get away from them! If there are cubs, there’s probably—”

And around the barn comes the mother, a grizzly bear of 400 pounds. She bares her teeth and snarls, saliva dripping in long gluey strings. Ice is barking viciously; Aegon is shrieking and scrambling onto Rio’s back.

“Baela!” Aemond says because she’s closest to him, urging her towards the ladder of the grain bin. She gets the idea and begins climbing. Then Aemond reaches for you. “Come on, you next!”

“Rhaena, go,” you say instead, and she clambers up the ladder after Baela. Cregan is brandishing his axe; Rio has his Remington in his hands, Aegon still clinging to his back like a baby opossum to its mother. Now Helaena is climbing up the ladder, and Daeron nocks an arrow. You whip one of your M9s out of its holster, aim for the bear’s head, and pull the trigger.

Your bullet hits its skull, Daeron’s arrow pierces its chest; and the mother bear does not die but roars and rises up onto her back feet—taller than Rio, taller than Cregan—and then drops back down and charges towards you and the grain bin. Cregan blocks the way, swinging his axe. The bear reluctantly pauses, testing him with swipes of her claws that he evades. Rio is just a few steps behind Cregan, waving his Remington around hostilely. Aegon is screaming and holding on for dear life.

“Don’t shoot!” Cregan yells. “9mm isn’t big enough, you’ll just make her more angry!”

Aemond finally gets a grip on your wrist and drags you to the ladder. You obey and climb until your feet are several rungs off the ground, then you turn to see what’s going on below. Aemond, Luke, and Daeron are at the bottom of the ladder, their backs to you. Cregan is still wielding his axe.

“Fuck off, Mama Bear!” he bellows, standing as tall as possible and swinging his axe above his head. Rio follows Cregan’s lead and holds his Remington aloft. Ice is barking; the baby bears are fleeing in terror. Aegon is sobbing hysterically and saying he’s going to die. “You don’t want us and we don’t want you! Go on! Go get your babies! I’ll put this blade right between your eyes if you don’t change your stupid mind right quick!”

The bear pounds the earth with her front feet and growls, a beastly subterranean rumble, but she seems to be losing her nerve. The rungs of the ladder creak and groan; you see rust like blood-hued moss around the bolts.

“Get out of here!” Cregan shouts. “Go, you hairy old bitch! Go back to your babies!”

The bear glances back to see her cubs vanish behind the barn. Her mouth is open and panting, spittle gleaming on her pointed teeth; her black eyes are uncertain. As you hold onto the ladder with one hand, you have your M9 aimed at the bear’s left eye, just in case. Aemond is watching Cregan; on his scarred face a sharp severity, fascination and resentment and fear.

“Go on,” Cregan says firmly. “Leave us alone. You belong in the mountains, not down here. Go eat something that’s already dead, a nice easy dinner. You don’t want us. We’ll fight you.”

The grizzly bear shakes her head—flopping ears, shaggy fur filthy with dust and pieces of grass—and whirls, lumbering off to find her cubs. When she rounds the barn, Cregan waits a few long, tense, silent minutes and then turns to the grain bin.

“Alright y’all, we oughta hurry up and leave. I don’t think she’ll come back, but she might.”

From the top of the ladder, approximately forty feet off the ground, Baela begins to laugh. “Did that really just happen?! That was insane! Cregan, buddy, you can vote for whoever you want to. You and I are cool forever.”

He smiles up at her, wincing in the bright afternoon light. “I’m very glad to hear it, ma’am.”

Rio sets Aegon down on the ground and stretches his back; it must be hurting him. Aemond is taking your hand and helping you off the ladder, and you are reminded of the transmission tower where he found you in Catawissa, Pennsylvania, one of those middle-of-nowhere places like Tipton, Wyoming. As Helaena climbs down, you go to Rio and—with as much force as you can manage—knead the small of his back with the heel of your hand like you know helps him.

“You okay?”

He sighs loudly, relieved. “Yeah, I’ll be fine. Oh, wow, that’s good. Harder…oh yeah…”

There is a snapping sound, metal squealing as it breaks, and by the time you turn to look she’s already falling: her cotton dress billowing around her, her arms wheeling helplessly. It happens too quickly for her to scream—for her to understand what is going on and what it means—but there is a stunned gasp and then she hits the ground, and you hear a muffled crunch of bone—skull?? spine??—and she is completely, unnaturally still as she lies on her back, no pain, no words, nothing.

“Baela!” Rhaena shrieks, and she rushes down the ladder and runs to her sister. You are all gathering around Baela, petrified to move her—to make it worse—but pleading for her to wake up, examining her with terrified eyes. Baela’s own eyes, dark and glassy and serene, are open only a sliver like obsidian crescent moons. Aemond is asking Helaena for a flashlight and then prying them wide, checking Baela’s pupils.

“There’s no reflex,” he says numbly.

“What does that mean?!” Rhaena cries. “Aemond? Aemond?!”

“She’s…she’s…” He’s in denial; he’s in shock. He’s feeling for a pulse on her carotid, he’s digging his fingernails into her forearm to try to get her to respond to pain.

“Aemond?” you say softly.

“She’s gone,” he tells you, like he doesn’t believe it, like he’s waiting to wake up.

“The baby,” Rhaena says. “Try to save the baby.” And then, when Aemond doesn’t immediately understand, she grabs his backpack and begins ripping it off so he can get the medical kit inside. “The baby, Aemond!”

Now he knows what he has to do. He pulls the scalpel out of his kit as Rhaena moves Baela’s sundress to expose her belly. She was wearing biker shorts beneath, lavender, cute, something you might have picked out in a store. In less than a minute they will be soaked with blood. Cregan leads Daeron away, and he’s telling him that they need to keep watch in case the grizzly bear returns, but you think it is an act of mercy more than anything else. Ice goes with them. Helaena, her face pale and grave, is shining the flashlight on Baela’s belly, just beneath her navel.

“Aegon?” Aemond says.

“What? What do you need?”

“I need people to help hold open the incision once I make it. I have to be able to see the amniotic sac so I can cut the membrane without harming the baby.”

“I get it, I’m here, I’ll help.”

Aemond presses the blade of the scalpel to Baela’s skin and draws a semicircle from the top of one hip to the other. There is blood, but it is slow-moving and thick and dark; it is the blood of a dead woman, not a living one. Immediately, Aegon hooks his fingers under layers of fat, skin, and muscle, and opens the wound as much as he can. You and Rio reach in too, and you do this without thinking, without allowing yourself to feel the horror of it until the work is done.

“I can’t see,” Aemond is murmuring. Rhaena gets another flashlight and helps Helaena illuminate the area. Luke is on his knees with both hands clamped over his mouth, his eyes glistening with dread and disbelief. Aemond is slicing, pausing to probe around with his fingers, cutting again. Then his arm plunges into Baela’s abdomen up to his elbow and, with some difficulty, pulls out the gore-covered baby by its feet, a girl, large and limp and silent.

Rhaena sobs, equal parts grief and joy, a smile appearing on her face. “Is she okay? Aemond? Is she…why isn’t she crying? Aemond?!”

Rio yanks off his shirt and uses it to wipe blood and gelatinous clumps away from the baby’s eyes, mouth, and nostrils. Then Aemond takes the shirt and wraps the baby in it, warming her, rubbing her lifeless little limbs. When she does not stir, Aemond lays her on the earth and begins CPR: compressions with two fingers on her tiny heart, two breaths down the airway she’s never used. There are no sounds except his efforts. There is no crying when the baby wakes, because she never does.

Enough, you are thinking, as if from very far away: an island in the Indian Ocean, the Appalachian mountains in eastern Kentucky. Enough, enough, enough.

Aemond stops trying to revive the baby. He picks her up and holds her against him, and no one says anything. There is only the barrenness of the Wyoming steppe, an anemic blue sky, tall dry grass that bows in the breeze, black vultures that are landing atop the barn and the grain bin.

Aegon jolts out of his paralysis and reaches for his brother with bloodied hands. “Aemond, hey, Aemond, listen to me, it wasn’t your fault. Okay? Are you listening? Aemond, man, you did everything you could. You gave them a chance. You didn’t give up.”

But Aemond doesn’t respond; he only kneels there beside Baela’s butchered body, her dead baby girl in his arms.

~~~~~~~~~~

“Alys?” he calls, seeing that she never came back to bed. He is lying on his stomach, tangled in red sheets damp with sweat. It’s hot, too hot, and there is no humming of the air conditioning. When Aemond picks up his iPhone from the nightstand, it’s still plugged in but only at 87% battery. The power must have gone out.

He gets up, rubs the damp skin by his temple—headache, dehydration—and lifts open the nearest window. It’s odd: there is shouting, distant and indistinct, like the sound of a carnival or a concert. There are car alarms too, and sirens, and horns blaring, all too far away for him to see. It must be because of the power outage, traffic signals thrown into chaos, neighbors relaying the latest information back and forth. That’s the only logical explanation.

“Alys?” Aemond says again, groggy but with increasing curiosity, concern, guilt.

She started to feel sick last night, a pulsing in her skull and chills and powerful nausea. The possibility of it being the so-called Florida Fever barely registered in his mind. Alys gets migraines, and tofu is a migraine trigger, and he took her to a Thai restaurant (maybe he should have known better) and the curry Alys ordered ended up having tofu in it, and by the time she paid the check (as Alys always did) she was swallowing an Imitrex from the box in her snakeskin purse. She said she was going to lie down in the guest bedroom for a while so she wouldn’t wake him if she spent the next few hours dashing to and from the bathroom, a likely outcome, and if he was honest with himself about it, Aemond would admit he was relieved.

He shuffles to the bedroom door—black boxers, bare feet, century-old hardwood floors—and opens it. Now he can hear thudding, like someone tenderizing meat with a mallet. “Alys? Baby, you feeling okay?” There is no answer, only that rhythmic hammering. He realizes that it is coming from the guest bedroom, a door at the end of a long hallway still fuzzy through his half-awake eyes.

It had never felt right, but it had felt good: good in the body when she touched him, good in the soul when she told him he did something right. But lately—especially here, in the vast creaking historic house she shares with her husband and her children, who are presently sailing in Cape Cod—Aemond cannot shake the feeling that this entanglement is a surrender rather than an aspiration, something he fell into and now rests at the bottom of like a swimming pool or the sea, the cold weight of it threatening to pour into his lungs and drown him.

“Alys?” Aemond says, now with profound and inexplicable dread. Outside an ambulance or police car zooms by, sirens blaring. The pounding on the door of the guest bedroom grows faster.

I want to go home, Aemond thinks suddenly. At home, in the Federal-style townhouse his parents rented for him (Criston picked it out, a safe and quiet neighborhood in Beacon Hill, and Viserys paid), Daeron is visiting from California and watching golf tournaments with Aegon on the living room couch, pretending to be interested when Aegon describes the different types of clubs. Helaena, pursuing an Entomology PhD, is researching the Mediterranean mantis, clicking around on her MacBook Pro from the garden in the backyard. Jace and Luke live there too, and so Baela and Rhaena have all but officially moved in, keeping their apartment in Seaport only to have somewhere to retreat to when the Targaryen chaos becomes too much…and so the baby can have its own room. Baela bought a crib, a changing table, a rocking chair, a dresser, and about a million unisex onesies, mostly space-themed. Baela is studying Aeronautics and Astronautics, after all. Maybe one day she’ll work for NASA and fly rockets to the moon.

The door is rattling on its hinges. Aemond’s hand closes around the knob. On the other side is something terrible, and he knows this. But he cannot just leave her. Aemond is not someone who abandons people; he is not someone who turns away from responsibilities.

He opens the door of the guest bedroom, and immediately she is staggering towards him, limp dripping hair and naked like she was interrupted mid-shower: blood bubbling from her gaping mouth and the whites of teeth peeking through the crimson, necrotic skin hanging in strips from her fingers, eyes misty like steam on a mirror.

“Alys, stop! Alys! What’s wrong with you?!”

She’s alive but she’s dead. She’s yowling and clawing at him, but her flesh is the rotting swampland of a corpse. He’s pushing her away; his palms sink into her, places he once noticed and then fantasized about and then at last—euphorically, ashamedly—touched, held, borrowed but never kept. She’s trying to bite him. She’s trying to kill him. None of this is possible, and yet it’s true.

Aemond flings her away, and the woman who was once Alys stumbles backwards and down the staircase, sick wet thumps all the way to the ground floor, bones splitting through dissolving grey skin, organs sloshing around until they spill out. He can hear her still hissing, flailing, trying to get up again.

Without thinking—slipping seamlessly into what he learned during his psych rotation is called automatic action—Aemond races down the steps and grabs her by the skull, cracks it against the antique hardwood floor she once extoled the value of as he fucked her on it: shipped east from Oregon and laid in 1912, the year the Titanic sank. When she lurches up to try to bite him, he slams her head against the floor again and again until she is still.

Then Aemond kneels there alone for a long time, sirens shrieking outside, far-off strangers screaming for help, putrid black blood clotting on his hands.

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magicandmundane · 6 months ago

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Even more post-finale Pabu life headcanons because the brain riot is still going strong babey

One time Omega saw a group of girls a couple years older than her all walking around the market wearing sundresses and decided she wanted to try one

Side note: Omega really looks up to these girls, and they, in turn, are really in awe of her, this younger girl who has gone toe-to-toe with Imperials and lived to tell the tale

Anyway Lyana helps her find a cute dress she likes. It’s like a sunset, yellow, orange, and pink in a nice ombre

The first time she wears it, Hunter, Wrecker, and Crosshair are absolutely beside themselves, just melting into puddles of goo lol

Omega pretends to be mildly annoyed by this reaction but she really finds it very endearing

She only ever has one sundress at a time as she grows because she really prefers pants and like, a flight jacket, but every once in a while she feels like wearing a dress. Sometimes they’re really comfy on a hot summer day

People on Pabu are generally very nice, but you know, kids being kids, there’s a bully or two at school occasionally

Omega has absolutely zero tolerance for this bullshit

She instantly throws hands the first time she sees someone getting bullied

She promptly gets sent home lol (not in a bs zero tolerance policy kind of way, but in a “let’s not solve problems with violence” and the bully gets an appropriate punishment while the defender gets a lecture kind of way)

Hunter has to be The Responsible Parent™️ about it, scolding her for throwing a punch at someone who isn’t an Imperial

Although he does tell her she was right for standing up for people and he’s proud of her for it, just maybe don’t do it Like That in this situation

Wrecker and Crosshair are in the background kinda backing him up by nodding along, but pointedly avoiding eye contact with each other because otherwise they’ll Lose It

Once Hunter walks away tho, all bets are off, and they start asking her if she won (of course she did), what technique did she use, could she give a play-by-play, etc, they’re very proud

Joke’s on them, Hunter heard the entire conversation and he’s just off in another room smirking to himself because they taught her well and he’s proud too

This happens at least three more times before Omega gets the message and starts shutting down bullies verbally, but by that point she doesn’t need to do it nearly as often because the whole school has seen her fight and doesn’t want to mess with her lol

As always, feel free to add on!

Edit: yeah, I know Omega usually prefers the nonviolent option, but listen, she saw a kid smaller than her getting smacked around by another kid bigger than both of them, went over there like “what are doing?!” the bully sneered, and she saw red

#these made me grin like an idiot on the guard stand while i was thinking about them yesterday lol #the members probably thought i was nuts #the bad batch #star wars #tbb headcanons #clone force 99 #tbb omega #tbb hunter #tbb wrecker #tbb crosshair #tbb lyana

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starsinmylatte · 1 year ago

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Malum in se

Pairing: Higuruma Hiromi x Fem!Reader

Warnings: None! There's only fluff here :)

Word count: 1.1k

A/N: A lovely anon originally requested this of @pseudowho, but she's asked me to fill it (for those of you not following the saga of Lyria's snow week™️.... I've been completely snowed in and WIPs have kept me sane).

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Higuruma Hiromi knew he was truly in love when you successfully convinced him to watch horrifically cheesy reruns of Law and Order while he was the one stuck at home sick. He groaned dramatically at every exaggeration or incorrect legal quote, but he enjoyed how you snuggled into his side too much to actually complain about the situation. After all, you were kind enough to take care of him, and his mild illness had not deterred your affection in the slightest.

He had almost fallen asleep on the couch when you cocked your head at the antics on the television, murmuring under your breath, “Wouldn’t that qualify as Malum in se, though?”

Hiromi blinked once, twice, and then a third time before speaking, “I’m sorry, what?”

You turned to face your boyfriend, tone slightly teasing, “Yeah, Malum in se, right? Things like assault, murder… or wearing white after Labor Day.”

Hiromi arched an eyebrow at you and treated you to the lopsided grin you adored so much. “You’re going to have to tell me how you know what that is.”

He snaked his arms around you, pulling you even closer against his warm chest. Before you could answer, he took the chance to nuzzle his nose against the column of your neck, sending you into a fit of giggles.

“Well, pretty girl?” He teased gently, and you dropped your head back against his shoulder, humming contentedly.

“Do you remember when I mentioned I used to do community theatre a few years ago?” You questioned, and you could feel Higuruma's grin grow wider.

“Indeed, I do.”

“Well…. There was one time when I played a character who happened to be a law student.” You pursed your lips, trying to keep laughter from bubbling up.

Hiromi broke into a barking laugh that became a short coughing fit. “You played a law student? What kind of musical involves lawyers?” he wheezed.

“It’s called Legally Blonde, and it’s not just a musical… It’s a masterpiece.” You insisted. “I loved the movie when I was a young girl, and getting to play Elle- the main character- was an absolute dream come true.”

Your eyes lit up as an idea sparked into your brain with the strength of a thunderbolt, “Omigod, you’ve never seen the movie, have you? We absolutely have to watch it.”

Hiromi chuckled weakly, running his hand through your hair, “I’ve got a better idea… There have to be clips of your performance somewhere, right?”

“Oh….” you paused for a moment, “It was a few years ago, and I’m sure it wasn’t my best work, but-”

“There’s nothing I’d rather see than you enjoying yourself and doing what you love,” Hiromi interrupted gently, stroking your hair again.

His lopsided grin turned wolfish, “Besides… I am sick; I think this is exactly what I need to heal.”

“If you insist.” You smacked him gently with a pillow to punctuate your words as you left the couch to rummage through the DVDs on the shelf. You even took the time to make another mug of tea for your boyfriend, but eventually, you were back and snuggled up against Hiromi, who gratefully accepted the mug you offered him.

His nose wrinkled unintentionally as he took a sip, “Thank you… but what is in this stuff?”

“It’s helping your throat, isn’t it? You poked his stomach playfully, and he groaned in response.

“Yes, but at what cost?” Hiromi huffed, but the slight twinkle in his eyes told you he wasn’t being serious.

“It’s throat coat tea, yet another remnant from my musical days,” you giggled. “I never liked the taste either, but it certainly gets the job done.”

With another flourish of the remote, you pulled up the recording of the show, and you swear you could feel Hiromi smiling behind you as he nursed the warm mug. As soon as the video started, he broke out into another laughter-induced coughing fit.

“Dear god, I’ve never seen so much pink in my entire life.”

“Oh, just you wait.” You threatened teasingly, “You haven’t even seen my character yet.”

Hiromi grasped his mug in one hand and used his other arm to pull you back against his chest, wrapping a blanket snugly around your body. You leaned fully against him, partially because you enjoyed the intimacy and partly because you wanted to see his reactions out of the corner of your eye.

His reactions did not disappoint, even though the video was grainy and clearly meant to be viewed through the rose-colored lenses of someone who was in the show. Hiromi grinned widely when you appeared on stage, murmuring almost too quietly for you to hear, “Cute…”

You blushed happily, and the show continued. He had many comments on how the Delta Nus seemed to share a hive mind and how much of a prick Warner was. He also very nearly choked on his tea when your character’s father proudly declared, “Law school is for boring, ugly, serious people!”

Hiromi glanced down at you after that line with a slight pout, and you took the opportunity to cup his cheek and pull him in for a soft kiss, tasting the tea and honey on his lips. “Mmm, don’t worry… You’re not boring, and you’re certainly not ugly. You can be rather serious… but I like that about you.”

Hiromi kissed the top of your head with a low, contented hum, absolutely convinced his heart was full enough to burst. He fell more in love with you with each passing day, and these past few days had only further sealed his fate. Even now, he was watching you sing and dance your heart out, and you were shining in the roll. The sassy, playfully cute, but deceptively intelligent lawyer was such a perfect role for you, and he quickly became frustrated with Warner. Seeing you so upset over such a stupid man hurt his heart, even though he knew you were acting…. and then Emmett was introduced.

“Now, I like that guy. He’s got the right idea, actually treating Elle decently.” Hiromi mused, playfully twirling a strand of your hair.

“Oh, really?” You grinned slyly. “He reminds me of you, you know.”

“It seems we share the same excellent taste in women.”

–

The movie was over a short while later, but Hiromi insisted on letting it play through curtain call so he could properly applaud your work. You rolled over to lay against his chest, peering inquisitively into his dark, beautiful eyes, “So you really liked it?”

“I loved it,” He assured you, pulling you in for another tea-flavored kiss. Suddenly, you could feel him grinning against your lips, “And I may buy you another one of those pink tweed skirt sets… it was cute on you.”

His deep chuckle only grew louder as you smacked him with another pillow.

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m4k4yl4 · 1 year ago

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Just the two of us[🔥]

Day 1

Summary: When Jeongin and y/n go on their annual Best Friend Christmas Vacation (™️), what happens when they accidentally book the wrong suite..

Content warning: unprotected sex, making out, cum play, teasing, nicknames(baby, sloppy girl), cumming inside, dirty talking, rough sex

Skz 25 days to Christmas fics🎄☃️ series

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Posted: 12/01/2023

Y/n sits in the car with jeongin watching the snow fall outside as they make their to the hotel from their annual Christmas vacation, but bo matter home many times they do this every year she still couldn't help but feel so close, too close to him.

His hand laid on the gear shift in the middle of them one move, and his hand would be on her thigh, and that thought played in her mind the whole ride as he sits their oblivious to her feelings, sitting in his matching ugly christmas sweater, tapping his prerty fingers on the wheel to whatever christmas sing came on the radio.

"What are you thinking about?" He glances at her, "Hm? Nothing, why?" She answered a bit fast. He chuckles, "You've had that look on for the 30 minutes. It's your thinking face. Would you like to share with class what's going on up there?" He gives her a playful smile.

She clears her throat before speaking, "it's nothing really, just thinking about what while do once we get to the hotel and everything." She gives a smile back before looking down at her lap arms, starting to cross like she's balling in on herself, hoping he wouldn't ask anymore questions about what she was thinking of.

He takes notice in the movement, taking a glance before moving his hand onto her thigh, "are you cold?" Y/n freezes, her body tensed up at the action, every different scenario and situation played through her head as she looked down at his big hand placed on her, thumb rubbing back and forth on her covered skin.

"Y'know, I told you to wear thicker pants y/n. Those pajamas pants are no use in this weather they're too thin." She gives him a nervous chuckle, not moving her gaze from her leg. "Yeah, of course, sorry. It's just that they're so comfortable.."

"You're lucky I thought of you and brought a blanket just in case." He slips his hand off of her leg, reaching in the back to grab the blanket and handing it to her as she grabs it from him, still mourning the loss of the warmth from his hand. "Thanks."

"Don't mention it." The rest of the rise was silent besides the radio playing and the soft sound of snow falling outside. As they finally pull into the parking lot of the hotel, y/n quickly gets out of the car, feeling like she can finally breathe now. Jeongin groans, "Oh god my back hurts, fucking 5 hour car ride suck." She laughs, "You don't gotta tell me I was in the car with you the whole time, my legs are numb."

He laughs with her as they open the trunk taking out their luggage. Jeongin opens the door to the hotel for her, and as y/n enter, she's met with the gust of heat from inside and the smell of christmas. "I always love the way they decorate here." She speaks, looking around the place at the giant christmas tree in the middle of the whole place christmas lights hanging from above as she hears faint music in the background.

Jeongin walks up to the front desk, getting the key for their room, while y/n stayed seated in the main lounge, waiting for him. "Okay, I got the key! Let's go!" They make their upstairs y/n looks around at the other rooms they pass.

"We're not usually on this floor when we come. Are you sure this is right?" Jeongin just smirks at her, "Yup, got a surprise for you." She looks at him confused as they stop at a hotel room almost at the end of the hallway, "A surprise?" Just as she said that, he unlocks the door, letting her go in first, but instead of the happy surprised face he hoped for, he was met with a concerned shocked face instead.

"Jeongin? Is there supposed to only be one bed in here?" Now he's confused too, "huh?" He peaks in seeing one big bed in the middle of the room sitting on it two robes and a bucket of ice with wine bottles and two glasses. "This was not the suite I reserved.."

"You got a suite?" She smiles at thought of him doing this for her, "Well yeah, but I guess I accidentally booked a couple's suite instead. I'm really sorry, I could go downstairs to see if they have any other rooms open." She stops him.

"No! Jeongin, it's fine, really. we're friends, it's normal to share a bed, right? We'll be fine." He smiles down at her, "yeah, yeah, you're right." They enter the room sitting their luggage down as they take in the place.

"Well, at least we get free wine from this." Jeongin comments picking up a bottle to look at. "Yeah, it's a really nice suite, and the bed is so soft!" She falls back on the bed Jeongin joining her. He turns his head towards her, staring at her features, trying to take them all in.

Y/n turns her head, feeling someone's eyes on her, "What?" She questioned Jeongin as he continued to stare, "Nothing.." He says nothing after that but reaches out to her face, resting his hand on her face.

Y/n could feel her skin heating up at how close they were. The feeling of his hand on her face felt scolding like rocks fresh out from a volcano. She quickly sits up, deciding to ignore the moment that had just happened.

"It's getting late, I'm gonna take a shower really quick." She doesn't wait for an answer, grabbing her thing and heading into the big bathroom. "Okay! I'll be out here.." Jeongin responded a little too late.

As y/n stood in the shower and washed away the long car ride from earlier, she seemed too busy in her own mind to hear the man she loved so dearly walk it in the bathroom, til she heard shuffling pulling the curtain back to to peek out seeing jeongin there.

"Jeongin?! What are you doing?? I'm in the shower!" He laughs, "Yeah, I can tell, I just came in to tell you that I was heading downstairs to get dinner, okay?" She nods "okay yeah."

After she had gotten out the shower, she sat on the bed in her robe, trying to find what pajamas she should wear. "I'm back.." Jeongin sentence comes to a stop as he his eyes trailed y/n body robe barley cover her chest as she looks back at him.

"Ah! You got dumplings. I've been wanting some!" She walks over, grabbing the bag from him to sit it down on the table "yeah..You've been saying that, thought I would get you some." She smiles at the gesture sitting down at the table, "Come eat! I'm not eating all of this alone." He comes up sitting down with her, "You sure as hell aren't."

Hours had passed since the two had eaten, and some things had led to another, and one of the bottles of wine had been opened up, as they both sit in bath robes watching whatever christmas movie was on. "Y'know, we should've been getting the couple's suite since the start. This is nice." She laughs, a little tipsy from the wine.

"Yeah, this is nice.. especially with you." He looks over at her. 'There it is again, this little staring contest he keeps doing with me' y/n thought. "You gotta staring probably, mr.yang?" He scoffs, "what makes you say that?" She giggles."I don't know, it's just feels like you haven't been able to take your eyes off me today."

Jeongin doesn't know if it's the wine or the suite or just him being tired of hiding his feelings to get this boldness out of him but before he could think about it his hand is back on her thigh, but this time there's no pants to stop the skin to skin contact.

"Maybe it's cause you're so pretty, ever thought about that?" Y/n eyes widened as he said that her own ha d sliding down touch the one on her thigh, "Jeongin-" "Just shut up, will you." He cuts her off, leaning to and connecting their lips in a heated kiss.

She gasps into the kiss but slowly melts into his arms, a hand planted on his chest while the other guides his hand on her thigh upwards. "Jeongin, please.." she pouts, "Please, what baby? You gotta speak up." He teased

She scoffs at his teasing guiding his hand to her clit feeling his fingers lightly glide over it making her whimper. "Want you so bad, you don't understand. I need you Innie..please." He laughs against her lip.

"Okay, baby. Whatever you want.." He pushes her leg to open her up more glancing down at her pussy, "You're already this wet and I've barley done anything. Did my fingers get you all work up already?"

He taunts her as two fingers slide into her hole. She covers her mouth with the back of her hand as she throws her head back. "Wait- it's too much-" He chuckles, "If just two of my fingers is two much for you how are you gonna take my cock baby? Are we just gonna have to stretch your sloppy hole out all night and make you a crying mess?"

"No! I want your cock, please Innie." He tsk, "I don't think you take it baby.." "I can! I will please," She begs him, her moans getting in the way of her sentence as he curls his fingers inside of her touching places she couldn't.

"Oh really? Well, if you're so sure about..." He slides his fingers out of causing a whine to slip out her mouth, and before she knows it, she gets flipped onto her knees right above jeongin crotch. "Then ride me, baby. If you want my cock so bad."

She moans at his words dragging her hand done his chest til they stopped at his robes belt undoing it, now having a whole view of his body, "Don't be nervous baby.." He runs hand down her side planting them on her hips as she lines herself up with his dick.

She slowly slides down as they both let out a pleasurable hiss at the feeling. "Fuck- too much, Jeongin.." he smirks, "I thought you wanted it? Said you could take it, so take it, baby, " He thrust up into her, causing her to fall forever, nails digging into his shoulder.

"God, you feel so good, baby. Take me so well. C'mon baby fuck yourself on my cock, there you go." He let's out an airy laugh Inbetween his moans as y/n starts lifting herself up and down on his cock and he continues to pump into her their skin connecting every thrust causing embarrassing slapping sounds to start up.

Y/n buries her face onto the crook of his, letting him guide her hips. "J-Jeongin! Innie, I'm close, please!" She squeals at him, speeding up her movements to get to the edge.

"Yeah? You gonna cum around around my cock? Make a mess all over the bed and clean it up, yeah?" She shakes in his arms as he continues to pound into her hole as if she was a fuck toy.

"Gonna let me stay inside and use you? Cum inside and let me fuck it back inside you make your hole all messy. You're just my sloppy girl, aren't you?" He grabs her face, squeezing her cheek Inbetween his fingers, "Yes! I'm your sloppy girl! Fuck- I'm cumming!"

She let's out one last squeal as she finally let's go shaking and squeeze around his cock causing his oragsm to come after. He holds her down on him, filling her feeling some of it slip past and down his cock.

"Fuck..you're so good baby.." He sighs out as they both try to catch their breathe. She looks up at him, wiping sweat from his face, pushing his hair back before leaning in , kissing him.

He holds onto her as they kiss more passionate than the last time. She slowly separates from the kiss, looking hin in the eyes, "Jeongin, please don't leave me.. I don't want this to be a one and done type thing.." He smiles at her, giving her a kiss on the forehead, "wasn't planning on it to be a one and done. You're stuck with me, baby."

She smiles at him, turning to the side to lay on the bed, "I'm glad I'm stuck with you.." He smiles at her, eyes shinning. "I'm glad too." He pulls her in more cuddling her as they try to get their energy again before, before jeongin clears his throat.

"We should probably shower quickly before sleeping." Y/n looks up at him, "round 2 in the shower?" She gives puppy eyes as he laughs at her antics. "You don't even have to ask twice." He gets up from bed, picking her up to head to the bathroom, making her giggle.

Best Christmas Vacation Ever.

A/N: YESSS! I GOT IT OUT ON TIMEE! this took way too long, but I love Jeongin, so it was worth it🤧🤧

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merilaurecus · 4 months ago

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Companions reactions to finding out Modern!Tav can't return to Earth and is stuck in Faerûn for good

This was on my mind for a while. It's post-game, a while after the defeat of the Netherbrain but before the reunion party. The group is still together.

Gale (Professor Dekarios ending)

Already thinking about a spell that actually can do it.

Can't help but feel a little hopeless when even Elminster said it's not possible.

But this man won't give up until he really runs out of options (ambition™️).

One of the few companions that can offer you a place to stay.

Also will offer a hug or an evening together (certified Gale girlie here, if that was me I'd probably confess to him; not that night because I'd be too overwhelmed with leaving what I knew behind, but the next night I'd be like "fuck it, I had a feelings for him before anyway, might as well").

Compassionate and understanding, though he'd try to be around to make sure you are doing well enough not to do anything stupid (yes, I mean the worst option here beginning with the letter S).

Meal cooked with love is on his to-do list (homemade hundur sauce I'm looking at you).

Even when he's down in his research he'll look out for you from time to time.

Also doing the sad eyes when he thinks about the situation. When he was told it wasn't an option he was rather terrified.

Still he prepares a worst case scenario books to teach you stuff about Faerûn. Prays he doesn't have to ever use them.

Karlach (yeet into Avernus with Wyll)

Yo this girl will be your shoulder to cry on.

But she'll probably cry with you together.

She knows how it feels more than she'd like.

But she can leave Avernus from time to time, can't imagine being stuck there forever.

After crying together she'll remain strong for you, probably won't leave your side in fear of you doing something stupid too.

Can't help much with magic but cheering you up? You've got this. Long chats to drive your mind away from the situation about any topic other than that, cuddles, that sort of things.

Also helping you gain some physical strength so you can survive here.

Hugs. Hugs. And once again - hugs.

Will look out for you most of the time if she can't be near.

Astarion (vampire spawn in Baldur's Gate)

He won't even dare to make a joke about it.

I mean it.

He may not know being stuck in other world, but being a slave with no way out of it gives him an idea of what kind of situation you're in.

Won't be the cuddliest or shit, but will keep your Earth clothes in a good shape (tailor time). Just so you have something from there to last longer.

Much like the others, he'll look out for you in the night, but will do it his sneaky way. Just enough for him to know you're alright without you noticing.

He'll say how he feels about your situation in time though. May even offer a hug. He's not Karlach but after all the events he's more open to physical contact with his friends.

Ready to teach you more stuff about Faerûn if nothing works to get you back to Earth. Especially archery. And sneaking. And stealing.

Shadowheart (Selûnite edition)

Let's be honest, all of these people were torn apart from their homes in one way or another.

Shadowheart can relate to you, though her experience is different too.

She doesn't remember much, but you do.

Approaches you with good (but weak) wine and allows you to pour your misery out.

Tells you you have a place to stay with her parents (let's go the happy endings route).

She's not a wizard, but will keep an eye out for every piece of knowledge about travelling through different worlds.

You've been to Shadowfell and Avernus after all.

Will talk you out of sacrificing your memories to Shar. She knows all to well she'd take everything from your little desperate soul.

Flowers are her language of love.

Will also animal speech Scratch and the owlbear to play with you instead of her, telling them how bad you feel.

Soon you can't get them off you, but it does put a smile on your face.

When no one is looking she'll pray to Selûne to guide you your way back home.

Much like everyone she looks out for you, ready to teach you about Faerûn as well (if she hasn't already she'll teach you how to heal yourself when you're alone).

Lae'zel (Freeing Githyanki/Orpheus sacrificed)

At first she found your tears weak.

Then she realized what it would feel like not being able to return to her people.

She felt that to the gut.

She'll show you more tricks to make your enemies fall quick (lmao I rhymed this one).

Also will keep an eye out for a knowledge that could bring you back to Earth (you know, Githyanki and their tons of knowledge).

Not much talkative but you'll see understanding in her eyes soon enough.

If you're a sword fighter she'll give you one of her sharpest ones. Githyanki language of caring is either combat or weapons you know.

(Daddy) Halsin

He also remembers being somewhere else against his wishes, though as a slave.

A single thought of not seeing sun again if he was to stay in the Underdark forever gives him creeps.

You need a hug? A cuddle? He'll be there for you in either form you choose.

You're not escaping whittling and druidic magic lessons. Just so you can get your mind off things and also heal/defend yourself should the situation call for it.

Offers you a place to stay, you're welcome anytime.

Not much of a cook but will pick the finest berries and find the biggest honey comb in the forest.

Looks out for you in some small wildshape (raven or a squirrel probably) when you sneak in the night to cry alone. Should he see situation is bad will approach you in his usual bear form.

Strongly believes there's a way - you've done much that was thought to be impossible. Especially you, someone who had almost no previous experience with weapons or magic.

He's old and wise - will keep thinking about it in hopes some solution will remind itself.

Wyll (yeet into Avernus with Karlach)

Banished from his home he understands a bit of your situation.

Haven't been to other world with no way back, it was his decision to go to Avernus with Mommy K, but he knows Karlach and it helps him understand it.

Another shoulder you can cry one, the Blade does not judge.

Still you're fresh to Faerûn and he'll hate to see you dead before your time, so he'll offer you fencing lessons (I can hear that eyeroll, Lae'zel).

Asks about the dances back in your world and gladly learns them (belgijka jumpscare).

Looking out for you when you go somewhere alone (especially at night).

In Avernus he'll look for some knowledge about travels to different worlds. It's another plane of existence after all.

Jaheira, Minsc & Boo

Minsc is happy to have his friend here forever only to understand the situation after either Jaheira or Boo explains it to him.

Jaheira feels for you more than she'd like to show, but you'll see care in her eyes.

Just like Halsin she'll research her memory for anything that may allow you to return.

Minsc apologises to you after the scolding.

Won't help much tho, he'll be just an emotional support (together with Boo, of course).

Jaheira asks all the Harpers to keep an eye out for any book or a scroll related to your problem. Also will ask any of her old friends to do the same, even if it means her repaying that favour. She can still go fast when she wants to!

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batllethinker · 1 year ago

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Million dollar baby | W.mf + N.rv

Pairing: chubby milf Nat x buff Wanda | fuck buddies carol x wanda

Wc: 5154

Summary: In a time of desperation, broke college student Wanda wanders into a high end bar which is where she meets a woman that could offer her more than she could ever imagine

Warnings: amab Wanda, amab Carol, unprotected sex, breeding, alot of manhandling, sex work (technically??), sub Nat, dom Wanda, switch Carol, thick thighs saves lives, age gap (W-21, N-37), daddy kink, anal, semi/public sex, degradation, football captain Carol™️, oral, doggy all around because I can't write anything else apparently, praise, degradation | 18+ mdni

Translations:

Папочка-daddy

котелок-kitten

малышка - babygirl

принцесса - princess

Being a full time student and working part time does nothing to put a dent in Wandas' massive college debt, which is also what she always complains to her friends about.

"You could always get a sugar mommy, there's no way that wouldn't work." Wanda rolled her eyes as Carol gave her a look and shrugged, while her other friends looked away, trying their best to avoid the situation.

The brunette leaned back in her seat as she contemplated Carols' suggestion, she realistically knew that it wasn't a bad proposition as several of her friends had gone and done exactly that. It was just that Wanda hated the idea of leaning on someone like that.

She startled when Carol suddenly grabbed both of her hands and stared into her eyes, and Wanda knew that she would try to convince her once again.

"There's this bar uptown, very famous for picking up those type of women, just give it a try!" The blonde smiled brightly at her as Wanda raised an eyebrow, slowly mulling over the information.

It took a mere minute until she decided that, yes, she would give this whole thing a try, what's the worst that could happen, right?

Wanda nodded to herself and Carol lit up even more when she figured out her answer, jumping triumphantly as the younger woman rolled her eyes playfully.

"You won't regret this!" The others sat with them snickered, clearly amused with the whole ordeal as Wanda sighed and rose from her seat, her mind focusing on the night she had before her.

"I'll tell you all about it tomorrow" Wanda shot Carol a pointed look, who pumped her fist in excited, shouting a hell yeah, which garnered her a few looks while the brunette snickered as she walked back to her dorm room.

Wanda sighed before going through her closet for anything that wasn't cheap, 'dress to impress', she just needed a semi formal outfit.

'There you are!' She excitedly pulled forth a black button up, it was form fitting and highlighted her best assets, tight around her biceps and breast, something she always loved to show off. The brunette paired the shirt with tan dress pants, they were baggy enough to hide her bulge, if she were to go without attention that is.

Wanda sighed as she checked the clock and realized that it was way too early to go to a bar, no one really goes to a bar mid-evening.

'Alright, guess I'll just get ready for two hours??' She placed her clothes on the bed before walking into the bathroom, heaving another heavy sigh as she stared at herself in the mirror for a moment.

She was nowhere close to self-concious, Wanda knew how to use her assets to her advantage, how to make girls fall for her charm, how to make sure that her needs are always met in whatever way she seems fit.

She was strong, her muscles flexing with every movement and she always made a point to show them off. Wanda knew that she was big, bigger than average in fact, and she knew how to please a woman, how to fuck them until they were nothing but a drooling mess. She loved it.

The tall woman shook her head to clear her head before pulling her clothes off, hands brushing against her happy trail in the process, another feature she knew women loved.

Wanda took one last look in the mirror before stepping into the shower, the warm water instantly making her relax, she stood under the stream for a good few minutes, letting herself revel in the pure serenity of her shower before thoroughly scrubbing herself of off any filth, and making sure that she smelt and looked as good as she could.

Which also meant going through her extensive skincare routine, and putting on the minimal makeup she's comfortable doing. Wanda spent extra time just putting her clothes on and slicking her hair back, making sure that the night wouldn't fail.

The time finally came when the clock hit 7pm and her uber arrived, her wariness started dissipating once she stepped out of the car and stood outside of the bar. There was a black, classy sign that spelled out "midnight rose", Wanda stood there for a moment before shrugging and walking in.

To her surprise, the bar was barely filled but she could distinctly make out a good few older women. The atmosphere was nice, she could just feel the class in the air, and she did not fit in.

As she stepped further into the bar she could feel eyes on her, several eyes but she paid no mind as she continued towards the bar, and took a seat, quickly casting a glance towards the women seated a few stools away from her only to see them already watching her. There were three of them but one in particular caught her attention, her curled red hair, painted red lips and short black dress that showed off thick thighs, heavy breast and the most perfect stomach, her rolls visible through the dress. Yeah, Wanda wanted her.

Wanda quickly ordered a drink before making her way over to the women, and focusing in on the redhead, a small smirk forming when she noticed the other two giggling before moving to another table.

She sent a charming smile to the now alone woman, before asking if it was okay for her to sit down to which Wanda got an enthusiastic 'yes' to. The younger woman smiled to herself as she sat down, 'so far so good' before turning her attention to the other woman.

"I'm Wanda" The redhead hummed as Wanda took a sip from her drink, and she didn't even bother to hide the way her eyes followed the movement of Wandas' tongue as she licked off the excess liquid from her lips.

"Oh, I, I'm uhm Natasha" The brunette did not even bother her satisfaction with the effect she was already having, or how happy she was with how nervous Nat was.

"Natasha, huh? what a pretty name" Natasha blushed, just hearing her name coming from Wanda was enough for her to feel a carnal need she hadn't felt in years.

"I- thank you" Wanda smiled warmly at her, hiding her desires as she leaned closer, slowly surrounding Natasha in every sense but not doing anything too bold knowing that her friends were still watching.

"So, Natasha, tell me about yourself." The older woman nodded quickly, knowing that it would help turn her mind away from the burning ache in between her legs.

"Oh, I'm 38, just became a mom of the cutest little baby! He's truly the light of my life, and I'm a CEO, it's very stressful but I have the most amazing support system" Natashas' whole face lit up as she talked about her son, and Wanda found it way too endearing.

"That's amazing, it really does seem like you have a good support system" Wanda cast a glance at the two friends who were not-so-subtly looking at them.

Natasha noticed it, ofcourse and laughed brightly, leaning forward and giving Wanda a good view of her cleavage in the process. The brunette couldn't help but stare for a moment before meeting the older womans eyes again.

"What about you?" Wandas eyebrows raised in surprise, she never talks with anyone enough to get to this stage, or no one has cared enough to ask.

"I'm a full time student, I work part time at a convenience store too, you know trying to pay off the college debt I will have until I die" The student playfully rolled her eyes as Natasha nodded in understanding.

Wanda hoped Natasha wouldn't find out her ulterior motive, she didn't want to use Nat for her money, she already had a stressful enough life.

"Do you have anyone to help you with that?" The brunettes' eyes raised in surprise again, this night couldn't be going better.

"I don't.." Natasha nodded thoughtfully, she had more than enough money and this woman clearly needed it more than her, and she wouldn't mind being in affairs with Wanda.

"Do you want me to help you?" Wanda opened her mouth to protest, but she did need the money, and the expectant look on Natashas' face made her rethink.

"I, yes. Thank you, Natasha!" The brunette smiled brightly, over the moon at the revelation of the night. She leaned even closer to the redhead, her hands gripping onto Natashas', she noted in the process how much bigger her hands were than the older womans', it was nice.

Wanda looked at her with an intensity that made Natasha flush and her hands sweat, this woman made her nervous, her strong hands held hers in a vice grip, the redhead chanced a glance to their hands. Wandas' hands were noticeably bigger than hers, slender and veiny.

The older womans' breath caught in her throat as she met Wandas' eyes, her nerves coming back full time when she noticed the dark look in her eyes.

"Wanda.." Natasha felt breathless, her thighs pressing together in pure need and she knew that Wanda felt it too judging by the way she adjusted in her seat.

"fuck.." It was groaned out, Wandas' voice taking on a much huskier tone, her accent all the more prominent. "Natasha, can we get out of here?"

The redhead nodded quickly, more than ready for what's about to come. Nat kept her hand in the younger womans' as she led her to the restroom, deciding that she did not have the patience for a car ride.

A surprised gasp left her when Wanda pressed up against her, her bulge clear against Natasha as she rubbed against the older woman, not even bothering to hide her desires.

The brunette let out a heady groan, loving the way her fingers sunk into Natashas' waist when she not-so-carefully maneuvered the shorter womans' body to face hers.

Natasha looked up at her with wide viridescent eyes, a burning desire playing in them and Wanda couldn't hold herself back from surging forward and kissing the other woman.

Wanda moaned in delight as their lips met, and the older woman immediately let her take control of the kiss. She smiled into the kiss when Natasha didn't even put a fight when she pushed her tongue into the redheads mouth.

The brunette delighted in the way Natasha felt against her as her hands started moving, sliding up her stomach and squeezing her boobs before one hand wrapped around her throat to push Natasha back against the sink.

The redhead pulled away with a delighted gasp, her chest heaving as Wanda lifted her up onto the counter, pushing her dress up in the process and Natasha has never been more turned on.

"Oh fuck, you look so good like this" Wanda was becoming breathless and knew she couldn't waste anymore time being outside of Natasha. The younger woman used one hand to unbuckle and pull her cock out, and the other to free the redheads breast from her dress with a certain desperation.

Natashas' head fell back against the wall when the taller woman rubbed her tip against her entrance, Wandas' head dipped forward to wrap her lips around one of the redheads' nipples.

The older woman moaned deeply, her eyes squeezing shut as Wanda pushed into her, Natashas' breath faltered when inch after inch filled her up. Natasha held her breath until she could feel Wandas' hips pressed against her and the resounding groan from the younger woman.

The brunette continued to suckling on Natashas' nipple as she let the woman adjust to the intrusion. Wandas eyes widened in surprise when a warm, sweet liquid flowed into her mouth but it did nothing to make her less desperate.

Wanda finally started fucking her, the woman was in no hurry as she kept her pace slow enough to take in every sensation that Natasha was giving her.

The younger woman placed one final kiss on her nipple before switching to the other, eagerly suckling on Natasha as a deep, satisfied moan left her. Wanda finally picked up the pace when the redhead gripped her head and forced the taller womans head further into her chest.

It wasn't long until Wanda took on a much rougher pace, her hands tightly gripping Natashas' hips as the sound of their mixed moans and skin slapping together filled the confined space.

"Fuck baby, you're going to make me cum like this" Wanda had stopped her slight assault on Natashas' boobs in favor of burying her face in the older womans neck, occasionally placing kisses and bite marks there as she brought them both closer to their impending orgasms.

The redhead moaned loudly at that, the mere idea of Wanda cumming in her pushed her closer to the edge, her hips moving to meet the younger womans every thrust, desperate for her release.

"I can feel how close you are, cum for daddy, doll" Natasha moaned loudly and nodded desperately as she fell apart for Wanda, who follows shortly after, the feeling of the older womans walls convulsing around her was all she needed.

"That's it, such a good girl" Wanda held the woman close as she rode out her orgasm fully, the two holding each other close as they caught their breath. It took a few more minutes until the brunette decided to pull out, smiling subtly at the sight of her cum dripping out of Natasha.

The redhead watched as Wanda grabbed a paper towel and dampened it in the sink before turning back to her. The younger woman carefully cleaned her up before helping her of off the counter and adjusted her dress.

"Thank you, Natasha, really" The taller woman had her hands on Natashas' waist as she stared down at her, her eyes shining with pure happiness and the redhead could feel herself melt.

"You don't have to thank me, sweetie" Natasha smiled up at her, and placed her hands on Wandas' shoulders, ignoring just how muscular they were and how much she wanted to explore the younger womans' body for the moment.

Wanda tilted her head in contemplation, she owed the other woman more than she could put into words but she also wasn't the one holding the reigns.

"Alright, but I'm still very thankful for you" Natashas smile widened at that, and she couldn't help but lean up to kiss the other woman, who eagerly kissed her back. The older woman kept the kiss short and sweet, not wanting to get swept up in it.

The redhead reluctantly pulled back only for Wanda to roughly pull her body against her own, making Natasha gasp as she felt just how firm she was.

"Wanda..I have to get back" it was said in a mere whisper, and Natasha made no move to let go of the brunette but Wanda nodded in understanding nonetheless.

"Give me your phone." Natasha nodded and pulled her phone up and handed it over to the other woman, who took it and put in her contact as 'Папочка <3' before texting herself from the number.

"So, now we can figure out the details" Wanda gave her a tight smile as she handed the older woman her phone back, her smile widening when she noticed the way Natasha blushed at the name she gave herself.

"Get back to your friends котелок, we'll see eachother soon, okay?" Natasha looked at her with wide eyes and the taller woman could tell that she didn't really want to.

"Yeah...okay" The redhead nodded, psyching herself up to see her overly pretentious friends again.

Wanda smiled softly at her and pressed a parting kiss to her forehead before walking them both out of the restroom to make sure that Natasha made it back to her friends while she made her way out of the bar to wait for her uber.

That night Wanda fell asleep with thoughts surrounding Natasha and with a smile on her face. When she woke up the next morning she had $200 transferred to her account and a 'thank you for last night' from the older woman.

She smiled at the message and shot back a 'thank you, котелок' along with a picture of her still in bed, nothing more than a cropped tank top and boxers adorning her body, both her muscles and bulge on display for Natasha.

The older woman did not reply right away but Wanda knew that she had seen her message, a small smirk playing on her lips when she received a 'when can we see eachother again?'.

Wanda didn't reply until she had gotten herself ready for class, just letting Natasha sit in her own desperation.

'I don't get off until 8pm but you can pick me up if you want' the younger woman had a busy day ahead of her, her morning filled with classes and her evening filled with work.

Natasha responded a minute later with a 'I'll see you then', the younger woman smiled down at her phone as she made her way to her friends, only to see that Bucky and Kate were the only ones there.

The brunette sat down on the bench opposite her friends, making sure to save the spot next to her for Carol, who happened to arrive a mere minute later.

Wanda smiled brightly at the blonde and opened her arms for Carol to jump into, to which she pressed her back against Wandas' chest as the brunette wrapped her arms around the other womans waist, fingers teasingly running along the waistline of her jeans.

Carol smirked up at her, and Wanda knew what that meant but instead decided to take her time, placing a lingering kiss to the junction of the taller womans' neck.

The blonde whined in annoyance, practically vibrating against Wanda as she waited for the younger woman to tell her all about her rendezvous.

"Come on, Wanda, just tell me!" The shorter woman chuckled and scratched Carols waist in warning.

"She's so fucking hot and god, she was such a fucking slut, couldn't even wait to take me home, I just had to take her in the bathroom and she took my cock like she was made for it." Wanda chuckled at the other womans very obvious boner as Carols breath faltered while their other friends groaned out an "get a room"

The brunette smirked and whispered a "if you're really good, I might take care of your little predicament for you" as Carol shivered against her.

The two didn't even notice as Bucky and Kate left, muttering something about them being "too much", which Wanda paid no mind to as she placed more wet kisses onto the blondes neck.

"We should get out of here." Carol let out a shuddering breath and nodded, carefully standing up but almost too mindful of her painful boner as she adjusted herself the best she could.

Wanda followed shortly after, placing a guiding hand on the blondes lower back as she walked them to her dorm. The shorter woman playfully slapped Carols ass, smirking in satisfaction as the other woman jumped in surprise, a small yelp leaving her at the pure force of it.

"Strip and get on the bed, on your stomach ass up" The taller woman nodded and gave a cheeky grin as she started getting rid off her clothes, Carol laid down on the bed, smirking to herself when Wanda adjusted her position, her hands gripping Carols cheeks, the brunette smirked when she noticed the blue jeweled plug that was pushed inside of her ass.

"You wanted this, didn't you?" Wanda chuckled when Carol whined, a small nod following shortly after.

The shorter woman took a moment to take in the sight before her, before taking ahold of the base and pulling out until the widest part was stretching the rim. Carol moaned when the brunette pushed the plug into her again before pulling it all the way out.

"You ready for me, baby?" Wanda smirked at the way the blonde pushed back against her, and the way she whined with every minute the brunette was outside of her.

The younger woman grabbed ahold of the base of her cock and slowly pushed her way into Carol, a low satisfied moan leaving her as she pushed further and further into the taller woman.

The blonde moaned loudly when Wanda finally bottomed out, her ass pushed against the other womans pelvis as Wanda let her adjust to the stretch.

Wanda slowly pulled out before thrusting forward with a force the blonde still was not used to, Carols entire body being forced forward with every thrust the younger woman forced upon her.

The blondes' loud moans were slightly muffled by the cheap dorm mattress as her face was pushed into it, even then Wanda could clearly hear her pleads for more.

The brunette smirked as she reached around Carol and wrapped her hand around her cock in a vice grip, laughing as the older womans' hips immediately moved forward into her hand.

"You gonna cum for me, cap?" The blonde moaned loudly at that, and nodded desperately as Wanda jerked her off.

"Cum then, slut" Carol did so without a second thought, hips stilling as spurts after spurts of cum land on the mattress, finally able to catch her breath as Wandas' also stilled.

"Now you just gotta make daddy cum" The older woman let out a deep breath as Wanda pulled out of her and turned her onto her back.

The shorter woman kneeled over her, perfectly lining herself up with Carols' awaiting mouth before pushing herself in, a low, satisfied moan leaving her as she's surrounded by the captains' awfully skilled mouth.

Wanda carelessly grabbed onto the back of the older womans head to get the leverage she needed to properly fuck her mouth.

"That's it, such a good cock sucker" Carol moaned quietly around her, her own hips jerking up into nothingness as she let Wanda use her.

The brunette came with one last thrust and a satisfied groan, smiling tiredly as Carol gagged around her.

Wanda caressed the other womans cheek with a small smile as she pulled out.

The brunette tapped Carols cheek with two fingers, giving a slightly apologetic smile as she got herself dressed.

"Not to fuck and dump but-" Carol rolled her eyes with a small smirk, the younger woman did this every single time and she didn't necessarily mind, it wasn't one sided either.

"Yeah, I know, I'll get going" Wanda gave her a bright smile and a kiss to her cheek as Carol got herself dressed, and walked out of the room with a small limp to her step.

The brunette watched with a small smirk, before giving herself a once over and making her way to the local convenience store she worked at.

Deciding to text Natasha, and lowkey hoping for a little something in her messages. 'Hey, I might get off earlier today, pick me up at 6? Ps. I miss you :)'

Natasha surprisingly responded straight away, her excitement exuding from her words alone. 'Hi! Yes, I can do that 😊' followed closely by a 'I miss you too, daddy'

Wanda smirked down at her phone, more than happy with how their arrangement was working out.

As the student made her way into the store with a smile she usually wouldn't wear to work, but she couldn't bring herself to wipe it off of her face.

Steve, her coworker, gave her an odd look as she walked up to the cash register. "What's up with you today?" Wanda dropped her smile, and scowled at him.

"Can't a girl be happy, old man" The blonde man playfully rolled his eyes, not too fond but used to the nickname given by practically all of his coworkers.

"She can but you usually aren't, especially not during your shifts" Wanda chuckled, nodding in admittance.

"I'm getting my dick wet, twice" The younger woman laughed when Steves face scrunched up in disgust.

"Don't tell me that! I didn't need to know that!" Wanda only laughed harder as the blond half-heartedly glared at her.

"You asked so you can't really blame me" The brunette shrugged as Steve let out a heavy sigh, hoping to completely erase the vision Wanda gave him out of his mind.

"Just get to work, please" The man pleaded, which just made Wanda laugh even more, knowing that she had nothing to do.

"I work at the register and there's literally no-one here" She gave him a pointed look and it was his turn to shrug, giving her a somewhat innocent look.

"You know you could just let me go home, you work fantastically alone and I would be able to see my girl" Steve sighed once again, knowing that he wouldn't need any help but he also would get in big trouble if he just let Wanda go.

"Just work your shift, it's not even that long" Wanda sighed in experation but didn't say anything further, deciding that she could endure those few hours of her shift.

Her shift was uneventful to say the least, her costumers consisting of five people in total and Wanda could die of boredom. The promise of seeing Natasha again was the only thing that kept her going.

Natashas wide grin was the first thing she noticed as she stepped through the main entrance and she could barely hold herself back from barreling herself into the older woman.

She wrapped her strong arms around the older woman, Wanda lifted Natasha up in the air, relishing in the way the other woman wrapped her thighs around her waist as she spun her around in the air. The brunette shoved her face into Natashas chest, loving the way she's surrounded by pillowy softness as Nat giggles above her.

The shorter womans face is flushed red when Wanda sets her down on the ground again and the brunette grins at her, eyes dark with lust even as her smile is bright.

No words are needed as the two of them step into Natashas car, the fanciest car that Wanda has been in by far and the younger woman gives herself a moment to appreciate it.

The redhead glanced at her for a moment before starting the car and pulling out of the parking lot. Wanda spent the entire time watching her, her hand tightly gripping Natashas' thigh, just barely holding herself back from moving her hand higher.

"Fuck, I've missed this body" it was groaned out in a dark rasp, and Natasha couldn't hold back her gasp as the grip on her thigh tightened to something painful.

"Wanda.." The younger woman only hummed in reply, way too distracted by how Natasha looked in her tight, low cut t shirt and short skirt.

"That's not my name, принцесса" The redhead let out a breath in an attempt to calm herself down.

"Daddy...please, we're almost home" Wanda groaned in annoyance and grabbed her free hand, placing it right on her bulge.

"Baby, please, I need you" Natasha let out a quiet whine at that, her hand tightening around Wanda and her own thighs clenching together.

The redhead let out a quiet sigh of relief as she pulls up into her driveway, her now free hand coming to grab Wandas in a pathetic attempt to stop her.

"Let's take this inside, please" The younger woman hummed in conteplation, knowing very well that she'd take Natasha anywhere anytime.

"Inside, now." The redhead grinned in pure exhilaration, hand already grabbing for Wandas as the younger woman pressed up against her back, her other hand rubbing up and down her thigh before settling on her waist, their joined hands resting against Natashas belly.

The walk inside seemed endless, and was somewhat of a struggle as Wanda just refused to let go of her.

The both of them sighed in relief as they stepped into Natashas bedroom and Wanda detached herself from her.

"Strip. Now" Natasha gulped in what could only be anticipation as she undressed, avoiding the brunette's intense gaze the best she could.

Wanda groaned in pure lust as she was met with the sight of the older womans nude body, and she knew she couldn't keep herself from fucking Natasha any longer as she made quick work on undressing herself.

"On your hands and knees" Natasha nodded, barely holding back her whimper as she settled into position on her bed. Wanda following closely behind as she settled right against her with a satisfied sigh.

The younger woman drug her cock through her pussy, just far enough to bump against her clit before pushing into the velvety heat she had dreamt about all day.

Wanda moaned in satisfaction as she was finally sheated inside of the redhead, letting herself savour the feeling of Natasha.

When she started moving again it was with a hand in the older woman's hair and one tightly gripping her waist, fingers sinking into plush softness.

Her thrusts are aggressive and she's pushing Natashas' face further into the mattress with each thrust, her hips meeting her ass each and every time, making it jiggle and Wanda could not look away.

Natashas moans were music to her ears and she could not get enough, and she would not muffle them either. Using the handful of hair she pulled the shorter woman up against herself.

"You sound so fucking pretty for me" The redheads responding moan was the lewdest Wanda had heard her, and fuck, she was about ready to cum on the spot.

The brunette wrapped the hand that was once in Natashas hair to her throat, pressing down enough to give her that heady feeling as she moved the other down to rub her clit in tight circles.

The older woman moaned loudly, her hips jerking in uneven motions against her as she tried to get herself off.

Wanda could feel the woman tightening around her, and she knew that Natasha wouldn't need much more to cum.

"Cum for daddy, котелок" Natashas moan bordered on a scream as she tensed in the younger womans arms, letting her orgasm wash over her with a relieved moan of Wandas name.

Wanda let the feeling of Natasha cumming around her bring her to her own orgasm, her hips stilling as she filled the redhead to the brim with her cum, the both of them milking eachother on.

The younger woman groaned quietly as they both came down from their highs, Wanda pressed a kiss against her shoulder blade before shifting them both to lay down on the kingsized bed.

"Can I stay in you?" Natashas eyes widened in surprise but still nodded shyly, seemingly embarrassed by the question but Wanda grinned widely at her and pressed a quick kiss to her cheek.

#wandanat #wanda maximoff #natasha romanoff #carol danvers #maxivers #daddy wandas cap #cas writes #million dollar baby au

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penn-dragon · 11 months ago

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Do you mind if I ask your top 10 favorite characters (can be male or female) from all of the media that you loved (can be anime/manga, books, movies or tv series)? And why do you love them? Sorry if you've answered this question before.....Thanks...

This is such a sweet question I would love to!

These are in no particular order because my level of passion for them changes depending on my current hyperfixation, and I’m limiting myself to one character per media but giving honorable mentions because I tend to love two or three characters almost equally

1. Monkey D. Luffy!!! (Honorable mention: Zoro and Sanji)

One Piece holds a special place in my heart. I watched it on 4kids when I was growing up and it was the first anime I watched as a teenager. Luffy is so so so important to me as a character. I got myself through the worst parts of teendom by imagining that if he was real Luffy would love me. He’s such a warm, loving, and joyous character. He’s Joyboy!!! He came into the world without a family and so he made his own and that’s so special, the message that no one in this world is born to be alone and somewhere out there someone or ones will love you and fight for you. And on top of all this he’s an aroace king!!!

2. Mogami Kyoko -Skip Beat!

Kyoko was my Girl Crush™️ in high school. I remember telling my best friend “yeah if I was gay I’d date Kyoko” LMAO. Beyond that there’s just something so special to me about reading this manga over and over, watching this girl—who only knew how to live to make her existence as palatable to other people as possible—grow into herself and find her own passions and loves as she heals from the abuses she’s dealt with her whole life. (Just looking up images of her made me want to reread the whole manga)

3. Peter Parker (Honorable mention: Harry Osborn)

Spider-Man is an OG, a forever love. No matter how many years go by I’ll always circle back around to Spider-Man. I love him and his pain and his Anger Issues™️ and his iron-clad morality. The people’s hero, the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man. He’s also responsible for coding my brain to always gravitate towards the comic relief characters. I love a jokester who quips through dangerous situations.

4. Yosuke Hanamura - Persona 4

So I always joke that a majority of my favorite characters fall into one of two categories. 1. Hides their insecurities behind jokes/false bravado, and 2. Internalized homophobia/in love with best friend. And the characters I go FERAL for have both. Yosuke Hanamura is one of the both. I love a comic relief character!!! I love a man that’s hopelessly in love with his best friend but won’t admit it because he’s terrified of the implications!!! When I played this game for the first time, like most people, I was SO MAD THAT I COULDN’T DATE YOSUKE. 90% of the time when I play I don’t end up dating anyone because I refuse to deny the protag his one true love lmao. Yosuke and Yu also have the bonus of being my first ever gay ship. Their love is so powerful it pierced through my own internalized homophobia lol!!

5. Din Djarin -The Mandalorian (Honorable mention: Luke Skywalker)

I’m out here projecting so much onto this man!!!! He’s autistic, he’s asexual, he’s Traumatized. My other category of favorite characters is “Stoic Dad who learns to love again through a pseudo child figure” so he’s right up that alley. The man responsible for finally getting me into Star Wars after 27 years of having absolutely no interest.

6. Virgil Hawkins!! - Static Shock (Honorable mention: Richie Foley)

The way I waited with baited breath for every Static Shock episode as a child. It’s still one of my favorite shows, I own all 4 seasons on DvD and cherish them. I love Virgil so much!! He taught me about diversity! He’s such a lovable character and it makes the show an absolute delight to watch no matter how dated some parts of it get. The show does such a wonderful job balancing Virgil’s super heroics as Static with the heroics of every day life and it’s so endearing.

7. Oliver -Space Boy (Honorable mention: Amy)

Oliver is definitely the most niche character on this list (which is a crying shame please PLEASE read Space Boy on Webtoon it will chemically change your brain.) I’m just so attached to him. I feel so much for him and his story. If I could give him the biggest hug I would in an instant. “Take away his humanity and you can ignore his pain. Define him as a tool and you can justify using him.”

9. Rex Salazar - Generator Rex

Oh maaaaaan I love this asshole teenager!! I’m soooo obsessed with characters who get dehumanized for the sake of using their abilities like a tool and not a person. Re: the above Space Boy quote. The aesthetic of this show is so cool! (Also hello character who hides their insecurity behind false bravado.)

8. Aang - Avatar the Last Airbender (Honorable mention: Zuko)

Oh Aang… My sweet boy… my beloved… He imparted so much wisdom to me growing up… and also taught me it’s okay to have fun. I’ll always love him so much. There’s so much to rant about Avatar but it would take three hours.

10. Yugi Mutou - Yu-Gi-Oh! (Honorable mention: Atem)

I related to Yugi SO MUCH as a kid. He’s just a little weirdo who loves games and craves friendship more than anything. Honestly Yugi might have been the character I most strongly related to when I was young. I remember feeling swells of happiness when people would say nice things about Yugi as a character because it felt like they were saying nice things about me too.

#sorry this got long #you activated my trap card (autism)#long post #Penn answers things #dnana-2809-blog #thank you for asking I love getting asks!!!!!

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theemporium · 1 year ago

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thinking of college!maxiel where they're at a party and some girl tries to hit on max and reader is like so turnt and just goes absolutely fucking feral. and like danny just has to wrangle her and basically pin her to him just so she doesn't start a full on brawl.

and the whole time max is also so fucking drunk and just like "baby, baby, it's okay, i love you" just trying to paw at her and really not helping the whole situation™️ and eventually he just ends up full on making out with her because reader just won't stop arguing with that other girl and he can't think of any other way to make her stop

and then danny is just stuck with the two of them in his arms like this 🤏🏻 close to fucking on the dance floor

-🌠

HAHSHSJSBJSBSNS PLEASE😭

the image of daniel literally hooking an arm around her waist and pulling her away before she starts a fight is sending me😭

and then wee drunk max thinking the only solution is to make out. and yeah she’s kissing back, but she’s still complaining about the girl the whole time and daniel still hasn’t let her go because he knows she’s a runner

and just reader seeing the girl watching and she’s about two seconds away from fucking max in front of everyone to mark her territory and daniel is like, “okay, let’s just leave”

#cece answers #maxiel.thots #🌠.anon

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Just read this and now I can’t stop thinking about how Bucky would get Gale to finally be comfortable bottoming. Idk I just have a headcanon that at first Gale only tops y’know cos of all the Internalized Homophobia™️…..what do you think?

-🍒

LOL the way i didn't even register that there was context missing until i saw the second ask (also wait i love the emoji sign off, that's so fun for repeat anons if anyone else wants to do that (/‿＼✿))

i'm so torn with my take on this tbh because it varies greatly for me from au to au, but in general canon i definitely think the same; even if it's not 'active' homophobia, he still grows up not acknowledging that part of himself (or even being aware of it, maybe not until he meets john, but i think something deep in him still knows that he feels something when he looks at boys the same way he feels something when he looks at girls).

and he never feels any sorta bad way about john when john bottoms, there's never judgement there, it's just this mental block he can't get over when it comes to himself but he wants to so badly, feels so frustrated that he can't give himself the same kindness and grace he gives john (which john points out the first time they talk about this.)

i think the only thing that would help him grow more comfortable with it/the idea of it is just growing closer to john and realizing he can fully trust him with anything. knowing that john will never judge him or think less of him, knowing that his hands and words will never be anything but gentle towards him, knowing that john loves him unconditionally and is so so patient with him; that would finally be what helps him make that decision.

i don't think he'd tell john far in advance, because he'd be scared of spooking himself out of it. he's probably going back and forth in his head up until the moment he actually decides to do it, but him and john are in bed and john is cupping his face with so much tenderness and kissing him so sweetly and when john reaches for the lube and goes to work himself open, gale's hand unthinkingly settles on john's wrist. mumbles against john's lips, "i think i wanna try it, tonight."

john goes very still and looks at gale with so much warmth and pride because he knows it's such a trust thing for him, his chest is all fuzzy knowing gale is willing to let his guard down with him like this, even if they don't get very far. asks if he's sure, so careful to make sure gale doesn't feel pressured, and gale promises him that he is. i think realistically gale might want to prep himself the first time, because it gives him some control in a situation where he's feeling very out of his comfort zone, but i also love the idea of gale letting john take his time with him, showering him in kisses and love bites and praise to distract while he works him open, lightheaded with the noises the new type of stimulation drags from gale.

it takes gale a bit to get used to it, and john moves slower and more gently than he's done with anything else in his life, and gale's probably pretty tense and nervous this first time, but he ends up liking it a lot more than he expects, and john is obviously thrilled that he has a new way he can dote on gale and make him feel good. he almost can't handle the vision of gale below him, strong legs wrapped around his waist, golden hair splayed out over the pillow, looking up at him with so much trust in between needy messy kisses.

and in my head, once gale is comfortable with it, he bottoms more often than john does because he likes the juxtaposition of being so vulnerable with john, but also knowing that john will let him have control in that position (aside from the days where he doesn't want to think and make decisions, and lets john take the reins.)

he has fun playing around with that type of control too, like as mentioned in a prev. ask, having john sit on his hands, or keeping them in place on his own waist just to feel them tense with restraint when john's holding back, or tying them behind his back when he really wants to make him squirm.

they're both switchy/verse–y, but i think it's just easier physically for gale to bottom since he's got a slightly smaller/more lithe frame, john is more muscular/boxy and probably less flexible so gale bottoming makes quickies and such easier too lol. i think gale is more particular about sex and control and all of that, whereas john is often more than happy to go along with whatever gale decides on, easygoing and eager to please and turned on by literally anything gale does. :^)

#the yapper is yapping sorry but i have Thoughts occasionally #just every so often yk. one or two pop into my head #covers the rest of my blog with both hands shhh #buckbucky #buck x bucky #johnslittlespoon asks #johnslittlespoon brainrot #johnslittlespoon spicy

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Happy Halloween Month™️ I wanted to do a little something fun for October and I like putting high stress characters in low stakes situations bc they deserve a day off dammit!!

All Ages, fluff

Double date with Me/ Gojo & Jelly/ Kento

@lazyjellyfish300

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Kento and Gojo are known to argue, and Gojo is a backseat driver. Nanami insists on following the gps, and Gojo is convinced we made a wrong turn. He definitely thinks we can get there faster if take the secret shortcut that’s “only a little illegal I swear”.

We finally get to the carnival and Gojo wants to try all of the carnival food. He bought fried Oreos for everyone to share; Nanami takes one bite and nopes out. Gojo is a “more for me then” guy and eats the rest of it.

Kento indulges in funnel cakes for him and Jelly, having a soft spot for dough based treats.

Since it’s a Halloween carnival, there’s scare actors walking around and Gojo loves antagonizing them. He also tries to lure them over to scare me and Jelly. Nanami has no reaction and Gojo makes it his personal mission to make him jump before the night is over.

Next up is the actual haunted house, and me and Jelly have a low scare tolerance. So we’re both holding our man’s hands TIGHT. It’s spooky, but fun. All of a sudden something grabs Gojo’s waist from behind and he screams like a little girl. Nanami can’t help but chuckle.

Next up is a corn maze. Surely two of the most talented Jujutsu Sorcerers can lead their girlfriends through a corn maze, right? Apparently not because you get hopelessly lost. Gojo insists on running off ahead of the group to find a better path, leaving Kento alone with both us girls. Nanami manages to lead us toward the exit, but Gojo is still MIA. Nanami tries to convince us to leave him behind but eventually goes back in to retrieve him. Meanwhile Gojo had been hiding in between the corn the whole time waiting to get Kento alone so he could jump out at him. Nanami’s fight or flight defaults to fight and he socks Gojo in the gut when he spooks him

After he comes back with Gojo in tow, everyone decides to play some carnival games. We give the men puppy eyes to win us those giant teddy bears they always have hanging up. They definitely use their abilities to cheat once they realize the games are rigged. Gojo is arguing with the carnies about what constitutes a win.

To finish the night we go on some of the carnival rides. Nanami is complaining about how they’re not safe and, “barely being held together”. When we’re on the one that spins so fast you can’t move Gojo is definitely the guy who is upside down the whole time. When we go on one of the thrill rides Kento comes off looking a little green in the face and dizzy. The very last ride of the night is a the Ferris wheel, but since there’s so many people in line they can’t separate couples in different cars. So poor Nanami is stuck in a slow moving enclosed space with professional yapper Gojo.

#my writing #jjk #jjk funny #jjk headcanons #jjk gojo #jjk kento #jjk nanami #jjk satoru #jjk fanfic #self ship #i’m being delusional

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moseslikellamas · 6 months ago

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Thorn of Winterfell pt.3

Pairing - Stark!OC x Benjicot Blackwood

Summary - Syana has a rude awakening about the nature of war during a skirmish on the march to Harrenhal.

Warnings - graphic depictions of violence, lore™️, sketchy depictions of medieval hierarchies, blood, death, depictions of shock, dubious battle mechanics.

Word count- 2k

This battle is not cannon. Source is I made it up.

They did not stay at Raventree for long. They left at dawn and began the trek to Harrenhal. This road was not as easily traversed. They could either cross the river through Riverrun or through near the inn near the river further east. They’d been up half the night debating which way to go.

“Lord Grover Tully wishes to declare for the pretender.” Said Dustin who looked more awake than anyone else in the room. He was also the oldest, making him often the sole voice of reason against hotter heads.

“But Ser Elmo has said to hell with him and declared for the queen.” Alysanne Blackwood had replied.

“A tense situation to march into the middle of.” Her brother said.

“Maybe it's better we cross at the River Inn.” Benjicot piped in. “House Darry has declared for the queen.”

Mutters went through the room. Syana let her eyes rove over the room, taking in the various expressions on the lord's faces. She agreed with the lord.

“I agree. It puts us crossing closer to Harrenhal and we avoid Stone Hedge. It’s likely Acorn hall has already marched on the castle anyway, given their close proximity.”

The lord's green eyes met hers from his spot across the hall and she stifled the urge to roll hers. Men hear a pretty girl say something useful and they fall dumb.

“Let’s bloody do that then. Gods I need sleep.” Red Rob declared banging his fist against the table and departing.

The night had passed long and slow for Syana as she got even less sleep. Her dreams were fitful and after waking for the third time she’d given up and went to the yard. The Lord of Raventree was up as well, practicing his sword fighting. She just watched him from the edge of the yard. When he hasn’t senselessly bashing heads in, he was actually quite graceful. His movements flowed smoothly together and it was nearly hypnotic to see.

“Care to join me, my lady? Or are you just enjoying the show?”

She pushed off the wall she’d been leaning against and walked towards him.

“You should save your strength for the ride. You never know who we’ll encounter on the road.”

As she drew closer she noticed he was dripping with sweat and she wondered how long he’d been out here.

“Knocking you off your feet won’t ruin me for the ride, my lady.”

She scoffed, hand gripping her hilt. “You know adding ‘my lady’ after an insult doesn’t make it proper, right?”

“It wasn’t an insult, just a statement of fact.” He was standing tall over her but Syana didn’t move an inch, unimpressed. Then he’d stepped back and gave her a smile. “My apologies, you’ve caught me in a bad position. But then if you want to ride off with men to war, best be prepared to hear worse.”

Syana turned on her heel, tossing her hair over her shoulder, while she walked away. “Don’t worry about me, Lord Blackwood.”

Faster than he could blink, she’d pulled her bow off of her back, drawn an arrow and let it sail. It landed so close to his feet, he jumped back. She hadn’t lingered to see his reaction.

***

Traversing along the RedFork was simple enough, the riverlanders were intimately familiar with the land and had no trouble navigating them through the tall grass and sprawling hills. It would be beautiful land, Syana thought, if the air weren’t so oppressively heavy. The northmen were all starting to resemble panting wolves in the hot air. Which the riverlanders made constant japes about.

“Better we be panting wolves than fish sucking wet air.” She’d told her brother after his face showed his weariness over the men who didn’t value quiet.

When the air wasn’t oppressive it was pouring rain, trying to drown them that way instead. It was during a massive downpour that they met their first enemy in the field. Syana had been up front, helping to scout. She was best with a bow and wanted to keep that advantage. Knowing where the enemy was coming from ensured she kept control of her own position and didn’t get caught in close combat. But she hadn’t been the first to spot them.

“Incoming! Coming in from the southwest, host of Crakehalls and Tarbecks.” Red Robb called out.

Syana’s heart went into overdrive at that, her bow was pulled taut as they moved into position. She waited for the call, time slower than usual. Her breaths came out ragged and loud.

“Release!” The first volley of arrows began to hit, taking out horses in a gruesome display of violence but she had no time to be horrified.

“Fire at will!”

Syana was on the move as the mass of men and horses approached. The silver and blue flags of house Tarbeck were a beacon even in the heavy rain. She moved up the hill as she shot arrow after arrow into the enemy. The sound of battle as the two armies met was ungodly. The sounds of metal and screams rang through the air. Blood and rain mixed together turning the ground to a swamp beneath them that tried to suck the horses down. She’d lost sight of her brother.

Her eyes scanned the battlefield, never pausing in her assault with arrows. She couldn’t spot her brothers gray cloak in the mass of writhing bodies below her. She turned her horse around, checking their position and ensuring no one had circled around behind her before continuing her search. A flash of garnet caught her eyes instead, the mad Lord of Raventree was causing a massacre on the field. Syana tried shooting arrows in his direction, helping to take out his enemies but he was quicker than she could shoot. She watched in near horror as he cut down ten, fifteen, twenty men. The numbers kept growing and she turned away at last when Robb yelled out.

“Scatter, they’ve moved the calvary to cut us off!”

Syana nudged Shadow into action and then they were off. She could see the two groups of horsemen trying to reach their position but she had seen the shadow of a dragon above. Used to looking for Vermax and his prince rider, she spotted him first. She called out to Robb.

“We need to go back to our men! The prince has arrived.”

His head snapped up before he signaled the turn and she heard him yell, “That’s my fucking prince!”

Riding hard, Syana leaned close to shadow, keeping her eyes on the fighting mass of men. She could hear the screams behind them as Vermax set fire to the enemy horsemen. The heat was unmistakable, even soaked through in the rain. If she had felt wired before now she was positively blazing with adrenaline. Every nerve ending in her body was standing at attention. Screaming at her to avoid the danger in front of her while reminding her of the one behind her.

They rode right back into the mass of fighting men and that was a problem for her. She was clumsy in getting her sword out and worse at navigating her horse through the crowd. Shadow was having none of it and began trying to buck her off, stomping on men. A hand was latched on to her leg and before she could swing her sword, shadow bucked again throwing her off. It was worse on the ground. She was not tall enough to keep her head above the fighting and sucking air was impossible with the crush of bodies pushing in around her.

She struggled to stay upright but managed to parry the sword swing that came towards her. The man in front of her was twice her size and aware of that fact as he swung again. The sheer force with which he was swinging at her was pushing her deeper into the mud, her arms straining against the blade as she held hers up. She was also not large enough to swing a greatsword and so had significantly less surface area for defending against her attacker's blade. She did not think about any of that or the likely fact that she was about to die. She just screamed and pushed back against the blows.

When next their blades clashed the man just began to push her blade down, intending to take it out of her hands and she knew he would succeed. But the man gasped suddenly, blood rushing out of his mouth before he was relieved of his head. Another moved to replace him but she finally spotted the familiar sight of her brother's cloak. He cut down the next man and together they began to slash their way through the crowd.

“What happened to staying on your horse?” He yelled, sword cutting through flesh.

“Shit happens!” She yelled back, blade clanging against armor.

They broke through the crowd of fighting men as the enemy sounded their retreat. Syana had a chance to see the devastation behind them as she climbed up the hill with her brother, slipping in the mud as they went.

Even in the cloudy darkness of the storm she could see all of the bodies strewn about. They stretched as far as the eye could see.

“Come on.” Cregan said. “We need to find your horse. Syana, let’s go.” He pulled her along back towards the mass of bodies and mud when she didn’t respond.

She needed a moment to collect her mind. She felt like she was underwater and barely registered the men going around finishing men off. She was two busy looking at her hands that were stained with blood and remembering how to walk as she stepped over people. The echoing sound of blades meeting was still ringing in her ears. Syana hardly noticed her brother helping her onto Shadow, the rain was pounding against her but she didn't feel clean.

“Cregan.” She grabbed his hand before he could leave to mount his own horse. She reached out to touch his face, he was alive. Then just as quickly she let him go. They had ground to cover still and no time to waste. The enemy knew they were on the move now, headed to help fortify Harrenhal. They would want to regroup before following them but best not to give them any help in catching them.

They set a punishing pace through the rain. Syana was not really present while it was happening. Her brain had decided the day had been long enough for her. So when they arrived at the castle at last, she only remembered a blur of impossibly tall walls before falling into a dreamless sleep.

***

Syana woke to the sound of northmen fighting outside her door.

“It was a skirmish. She shouldn’t be here!”

She rubbed her eyes while still half asleep. Was that Ser Dustin?

“She’s a deadshot with the bow, give her some credit.” Her brother argued back.

“Teach her to hold her own sword up, or get her off the field.”

Syana sat up at the sound of the door opening and closing. Cregan stood in the middle of the room staring at the closed door. He turned to face her, frowning.

“Ser Dustin speaks true brother.”

His face grew more sour at her words.

“You’re good with a sword. I taught you everything you know.”

“I dunno.” She sighed. “The gods cursed me with these small hands and useless arms.”

She looked up at her brother, feeling frustrated.

“I’ll just have to work twice as hard. I struggled so much because I was boxed in, I couldn’t use any of the strategies we practiced.”

It was a given that Syana would face opponents bigger than her. If she was forced into close combat it was best for her to have space. Allow her enemy to attack first, learn their moves and then work around them. Darting in to attack when she had an open opportunity and back out before they could catch her. She was quite good at it usually. But there’d been no space, just the crunch of bodies pressing in around her.

She threw the covers back, exiting the bed.

“I’ll meet you in the yard brother. Our enemies are regrouping now to attack us and I plan to be ready next time.”

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