#fem singed

[ozziyo]

valkyrie on a rare good day

[hazashiovo]

G’day! Could I bother you for some Zuko hcs of him falling for a girl next door kind of girl during his time in ba sing se? If you still write for atla. Or with bolin if u don’t! (Can’t remember the name of his fav place rip)? Thank you so much!

I do write for everything that's on my list, especially Zuko ;)

Zuko x fem reader

When zuko first settled in Ba Sing Se with his uncle,he didn't expect an oddly friendly girl to take initiative in talking to him.

His cold demeanor didn't push you away from him,it really got him wondering, especially since he has a pretty bad image of himself.

Once he started leaving his guard down around you,that's when his feelings started to accumulate.

You would come to his uncle's tea shop almost daily, leaving a small present for Zuko. Maybe some rice cakes, or some cute little drawings. Just a way to show your affection for the boy.

You never asked about his scar,you didn't want to make him uncomfortable by bringing back unfortunate memories.

And he really appreciated that, he doesn't really like nosey people.

His uncle ships you two. Iroh also gives Zuko dating advice about how to talk to you,how to act and Zuko pretends he hates it,but secretly absorbs single thing Iroh says.

Each time you went out with Zuko was an amazing experience, learning new things about him.

Now let's say one day you didn't visit Zuko at all,which got him worried.

The next day same,wich is unusual,if you'd be busy the day before,you would visit and tell him,it's just something you do.

So he gets suspicious,and comes to your house to see if you're okay,only for your mother to tell him you've been attacked while making a delivery, everything you had was stolen.

Your parents would welcome Zuko inside to come see you.

He enters your room to see you lay in bed,hurt,but nothing very serious,just some cuts and bruises over your arms and so. He's bad at comforting,but he makes sure to tell you it's not your fault.3

And he is FERAL. After talking to you,Zuko asks your parents who did it,in which they say some raiders who have been bothering your family for a long time.

Safe to say,you never had problems with those people again.

He was close to you while you were recovering, bringing you your favorite tea,and claiming his uncle made him do it.(Which is bulshit).

Soon enough you got back to your usual routine,even spending more time with Zuko.

After you got better,he asked you out. Deciding that it's useless to waste more time on dwelling,and that he has to speak his heart.

After he confessed,you jumped on him, kissing him like there's no tomorrow.

And like that,he started dating you. He felt like never before,you gave him this warm feeling in his chest,and when you were not around he would be gloomy.

Iroh was so happy Zuko found himself a nice lady. And since then, it was unusual for you to be seen without Zuko,or him without you.

At one point in your relationship,Zuko spoke about the burn mark on his face,and what his father did you him.

Yes, he told you he's the prince of the fire nation,but he also told you he left that in the past. You trusted him with your life,and you made sure to let him know it.

He was so happy that you didn't judge him for what he did,and that made him trust you a lot.

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My first Zuko request!

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[penkura]

In My Heart

Note: I know I literally just did Penguin calming down his child yesterday but Law doing the same took over my mind, I'm so sorry I just had to do this today. I really hope you all enjoy this!

Your son Rosinante was an easy baby, he was quiet and would sleep quickly, his first full night of sleep happened only a month after he'd been born. You and Law could calm him down instantly when he started to fuss and cry, and that was nearly six years ago, he’s still easy to calm down when he’s upset, all you have to do is gently speak to him and he’s perfectly fine.

Your daughter Cora, however, was not as easy to calm down. She takes much more attention and time to quiet when she starts to cry, even Rosi trying to help her relax, though he keeps his hands over his ears as she wails when she’s upset. He’s happy to have a baby sister, but he never though she’d be so loud.

One night when Cora is six months old, she’s been inconsolable for hours, she’s been in pain more recently from teething, keeping all of you awake until well past one in the morning from her crying. Rosi has taken to having you hold him while he keeps his ears covered and eyes closed, trying to fall asleep, as Law holds and gently bounces Cora, though it does nothing to alleviate her wailing, even when he moves her up to his shoulder, she still grips his shirt and cries.

Law brings Cora over to your bed with him, sitting beside you and watching Rosi hide his face in your sleep shirt, eyes shut tight while you stroke his hair and try to shush your daughter yourself. You start to hum and rub her back gently which causes her wailing to quiet just a bit and gives Law an idea on how to calm her and get Rosi to sleep too.

“Here, I’ve got an idea,” Law sets his free hand on your shoulder briefly before putting it on Cora’s back, clearing his throat a bit which causes you to perk up and smile, “Come stop your crying, it’ll be all right. Just take my hand, hold it tight.”

While Law sings and Cora starts to settle, Rosi uncovers his ears, opening his eyes just a bit to watch his father and sister. You kiss the top of your son’s head, causing him to wrap his arms around your neck and lay his head on your chest, finally getting the quiet he needs to sleep too while you lean your head on Law’s shoulder.

“Cause you’ll be in my heart. Yes, you’ll be in my heart. From this day on, now and forever more.”

It’s been a while since you’ve heard Law sing, he’s normally shy about it even around you, but he’d started doing it more when Rosi was a baby, and now realizes he’d had the answer to calming down Cora from the start. She slowly settles completely, staring up him for a few minutes before her little eyes close and breaths even out, finally falling asleep and forgetting why she was even crying in the first place.

By the time he finishes the song, Law notices all three of you have fallen asleep, you still holding Rosi while leaning against him and Cora has slightly loosened her grip on his shirt. It makes Law smile as he leans back against the headboard of your bed, closing his eyes to try and sleep as well. To know the three of you are so comfortable around him, that you’re his own little family and you all feel more than safe enough to sleep easily, Law’s not sure he ever expected such things to happen, or to become a reality after everything he’d been through.

He knows his family would have loved you, that they and Corazon would’ve been absolutely in love with your children too. You’ve told him they’d all be so happy to see how he’s grown up, everything he’s built on his own, and now with you.

He's sure his family and Corazon are proud of what he’s become.

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let the rain sing. 4 (a.a)

wc;cw: 7k, dadsbestfriend!abby, lawstudent!oc, large age gap(oc is 25, abby is mid 40s), abby is bi<3, slight angst yall know the deal, brief mentions of familial death, cigarettes, nasty sloppy sex MDNI, dubcon(they sipped a little), couch action :p, eating out no taco bell(pussy and ass), tribbing, meantop!abby, strength kink, lots of dirty talk, breeding kink😳😳, mult. orgasms, BREEDING STRAP(idk how they work im sowwie if it’s not accurate :/), slight d!p, body fluids(spit, fake and real cum LOL), UNPREPPED ANAL PLS DONT DO THIS, dumbification, degradation kink, pain kink it’s me duh, hair pulling, slapping, slight mirror sex??

The holiday season passed, and you were standing on Abby’s porch with your tail between your legs and exhaustion weighing you down. 

You’ve never been… nervous to see Abby. Whenever you arrived at her home, you were eager and desperate to be in her presence so she could take care of you, but now you were nauseas at the thought of using her that way. And it was all your fault. 

You haven’t spoken to her since the Christmas party. You didn’t know what to say. How do you approach somebody that you think hates you after an encounter like that? She went from rightfully kicking you out of her home to rubbing your pussy through your pants without care. In front of your entire family despite your mutual rules, and you didn’t even care enough to stop her. It almost felt like you switched places for the night: she was impulsive and irresponsible, and you allowed her to be, just like how she used to when she handled your demanding attitude. You wished she touched you more before she respectfully departed your parents’ home. 

You wanted to speak with Abby properly. You never thought you would be willing to sacrifice your kryptonite once you found it, but she didn’t deserve to be dragged along and solve your problems anymore. Your heart still hurts at the thought of making her cry and leaving her to it. You’re such an idiot. 

You called her before you showed up, but she didn’t answer. You don’t blame her for being distant, but she deserves an in-person explanation as to why you should never see her again. You’re a trainwreck and you need to deal with that alone, no matter how exhausting the journey would be. 

The sun was setting when you finally exited your car knocked on her door, looking down at your scuffed boots that dug into the melting ice on her porch. You wanted to check to see if her key was still in the same spot under her rug, but you refrained. Your heart filled when you noticed her unique little Christmas decorations still dangling from her door and windows. She loved her flowers, for sure.

When the door yanked open, your heart dropped, and your stomach did somersaults. 

Abby was dolled up in a red dress under a black trench coat with matching red nails and shoes, sparkling jewelry, and her hair was pulled back into a neat ponytail that cascaded down the back of her neck. She looked fucking gorgeous, and your throat went dry. She leaned against the frame as she eyed you, shock evident on her face. 

Don’t fold, don’t fold, don’t fold!

You watched her surprise swiftly shift into confusion and… aggravation? Your heart sunk further into the floor, but you held her gaze. 

“What’re you doing here?” 

Her voice made your heart squeeze painfully; You missed it terribly, regardless of how stiff she sounded. 

You took a shuddering breath, “… Hi, Abby.” 

She ignored your greeting, “What are you doing here?” She sounded like she was in a rush, and you wanted to cry. 

You swallowed harshly, “I-I know you’re probably busy, but I’m— “

“Look, I can’t deal with this right now. I have somewhere to be,” she quietly huffed with agitation like someone would hear, adjusting the shining watch on her wrist to check the time. You could feel her pulling away. 

It felt like every cell in your body was dying, your brain fighting on its last legs to conjure up a reply to get her to stay and speak with you. You would’ve dropped down to your knees if it wasn’t freezing. Is this how she felt whenever you would shut her down to fuck? Nausea came in waves. 

“I don’t,” you weren’t shaking from the cold. “I don’t wanna do anything. I just wanna… apologize.” 

She rolled her eyes at you, “Keep it. Are you done? I gotta leave soon.”

You were motionless, your hands squeezed into fists in your coat pockets as tears jerked in your eyes and lips quivered. Don’t fucking cry!

Your brain didn’t fight hard enough because she shook her head when you didn’t comment, reaching for the door to slam it in your face. It forced you into action, shoving your arm between the open space to stop the wood from shutting completely. You couldn’t control the panic you felt at the thought of her hating you. You don’t remember the last time you cried like this. 

“A-Abby, please, I’m so sorry, I can’t,” your heaving picked up as you sobbed to her. “I can’t stop thinking a—bout you and I feel awful and I know you hate me, and you s-should but’m so sorr—y. Please, I can’t— “

Abby seemed unsure through your watery gaze, the tensity in her face dropping slowly as she gauged you. You felt her wrap a light hand around your bicep as you broke down, ushering you inside with soft shushes. 

You listened and followed her guide to the couch, taking a seat as you cried out your apologies to her. Your wails overpowered the volume of her coos; She was too fucking nice. 

She stood over your sitting form, her soft, rose-scented hands holding your chin as she massaged the back of your pounding head. “Shhh, stop crying, stop.”

Your eyes met hers, and your heart burned, “M’sorry— “

She sighed, “We’re gonna… we’re gonna talk, okay?” 

You nodded, sniffing harshly. You didn’t deserve her hospitality, and you felt guilty accepting her courtesy. Had you really been so heartless to such a gentle soul?

She hummed, “Want some water?” 

You didn’t answer. 

She took your silence as approval and made her way to the kitchen. 

You calmed down. Slightly. Abby was able to remove your coat and boots without fuss; You were too busy blowing your nose with the soft tissues she handed to you. 

Abby sat next to you on the couch, earrings, coat, and heels removed and slung on the floor near the coffee table. She allowed you to take some sips of your water before she spoke, voice as soft as ever. 

“Okay to talk?” 

You nodded, setting your glass down on the decorative table and using your sleeves to wipe your still wet face. 

You took a deep breath. A few deep breaths, and she let you. 

But when you finally opened your mouth to speak, her phone rang. 

Both your eyes darted towards the coffee table; a contact named DON’T ANSWER read across the screen. Your brows furrowed in confusion, eyes gliding between her and her device. You’ve never seen Abby have a negative reaction towards anyone except you; Who did she not want to answer? 

She sighed heavily, reaching towards her phone to mute the ringing. A few moments of silence passed, and the call ended, but the caller popped up again. 

She tsked, reaching for her device with agitation. She answered it, annoyance evident in her tone. 

“I'm not coming. Stop calling me.” 

Your ears perked with intrigue. Was she meant to meet with someone tonight? She sounded so upset. 

Some distant ramblings came through her earpiece before she shot back at the person she was speaking to, “I don’t care. It’s not up to you!” 

The person got louder with her, the voice masculine. You saw Abby roll her eyes as she listened to the shouts. Why was she getting screamed at?

She spat nastily at the man before hanging up. “Fuck you. Don’t call me anymore tonight.”

She turned her phone off and tossed it onto the longue chair near the TV before turning back to you, the flame in her eyes slowly extinguishing. 

“Sorry,” she breathed awkwardly, massaging her temples. 

You shook your head, “Don’t apologize, I’m in your home. You can do what you want.” 

She hummed at you, her expression suddenly distant. She wasn’t looking at you, but at the hand that rested on your knee. Why was that making your body hot?

“I really came at a bad time, huh?” You huffed.

“Mhm,” she answered before backtracking. “I hate talking to him.” 

You spoke before you could think, “Who was it?”

“My ex.”

Your heart frosted over. 

“H-Husband?”

She nodded slowly, like it brought her shame to admit. You don’t know why that made your stomach churn with something red. Something fiery that you never felt. How long were they still in contact? You knew they weren’t on good terms due to Abby’s past dismissal of your questions about their past, but now you were really confused about where they stood. 

“D’you still talk to him?” 

“You interrogating me?” You stiffened at her tone, darkly sarcastic. Fuck, stop fucking up! 

You shook your head incessantly, “Not at all! Just… yeah, I don’t know why I asked that.” 

“What an honest lawyer,” you saw her lips curl upward into a smirk, and you exhaled a sheepish laugh, your hands squeezing into fists on your lap. She’s fucking gorgeous. 

“Not a lawyer yet.” 

She bit playfully, “Gonna be soon.” 

You made a noise in agreement before silence passed between you.

Abby’s voice made you look up. “We don’t see each other often, my ex and I. Not anymore at least.”

“… Oh. What were you guys going to do tonight?”

Abby shrugged, “Get drunk. Fuck probably.” 

You probably looked calm on the outside, but you felt every organ in your body burn like fire at her admission. You were stiff, your nails digging into your palms as grounding. Why are you getting so fucking pissed over them communicating? The fuck?

You couldn’t help yourself, “How come?” 

“It’s winter. We’re lonely and miss our daughter.” 

You felt like you were dunked into a bottomless tub of ice water. Your brain went into overdrive and your throat closed like you were going to cry again. 

She shook her head like nothing mattered, “Not the best coping mechanism, but.” 

“A-Abby— “

She cut you off, tone hushed, “We shouldn’t meet anymore, but he just… gets it. Gets me and what I’m still going through. I don’t know if I’ll ever fully get rid of him no matter how much I hate his guts.” 

You sat there and listened. This is the most personal conversation you’ve had with Abby since the first time you met. You finally met her eyes, waves of emotion flowing through them like ocean waves; You were here, and you wanted to listen to her. I’m sorry for shutting you down in the past. Please talk to me. 

You placed an encouraging hand on her bare shoulder, and she sighed, her eyes fluttering shut as you squeezed. She was so tired; You recognized exhausted stiffness from anywhere. 

“He’s the only… person I have, honestly. It’s really weird,” she huffed a laugh, rubbing her nose. “We had her alone, we raised her alone, I buried her without him, and now we just… drag each other along in our grief. She died such a long time ago and we’ve made no progress, but I can’t… I can’t leave him.” 

You could hear the pain in her voice as she spoke, and it tore you to pieces. You can’t imagine what the two of them went through after such a grave loss; You knew it was your parents’ biggest fear. You had no idea how to talk her through this wave she was experiencing, but both your hands flew down to grab hers in her lap. You rubbed and squeezed them tight, hoping she would accept your presence again. You have me! I’m here, too. I'm sorry I wasn't before, but I am now. 

She looked down at your locked fingers, shocked at the gesture. She released a shuddered breath and squeezed back, grabbing your hand like you would slip away. 

She continued, her eyes glossy, “We always meet up around this time of year. For anything. For sex, to cry together. We could spend hours yelling and screaming at each other and then walk out of each other’s lives like nothing happened, just to do it all over again. I’m so… fucking tired.”

You shook your head in understanding. She needed comfort, some solace, a distraction just as much as you did, even if it’s only for a second. You wish you knew a better way to appease her emotional needs, but you didn’t. You didn’t know what to say, so you did what you should’ve done a long time ago. 

She confided in you, and you listened to all of it. 

Abby pulled out an expensive bottle of wine some time ago. You couldn’t stop smiling. 

Abby’s laugh was music to your ears, “I can’t believe I fucking did that!”

You shook your head as you beamed at her, “You don’t know how shook I was! I thought I was hallucinating! I don’t know what my cousin put in that fucking blunt, but I was on my ass the rest of the night.” 

You and Abby were facing each other, knees touching on the couch, in hysterics about the… events at the Christmas party. She tossed her expensive watch somewhere earlier, her posture content as she leaned back against the arm of her couch. You thought your first conversation after your argument would be much more unnerving, but you were both at ease and light. And a little tipsy. 

You weren’t sure how long you’d been at her house, but you didn’t want to leave. You’re so glad you came to see her. 

Her hands flew to cover her face, her face burning red, “I’m sorry. Aghh, I fuckin’ cringe. Jesus.”

You shrugged, “Great memories.” 

She hummed in agreement, her head tilting as her eyes wandered all over your face. Your face warmed, “You look pretty with your hair up.” 

She raised a brow at you, “Oh?”

“Um… yes,” you replied sheepishly. 

“I think that’s the first compliment you’ve given me,” she joked, but that made your heart hurt. 

“You’re really pretty, Abby,” you replied instantly, tone quiet as your heartbeat picked up. Her expression softened when she called out your name. 

You shook your head, eyes dropping to your hands in your lap, “I'm really sorry for yelling at you.” 

Her hand came up to lift your chin, “Hey. I’m not upset anymore. We’re gonna be fine, okay?” 

You nodded, eyes flickering between her mouth and eyes. She whispered your name again, thumb caressing your face. 

“Yes?” 

She whispered, inching forward slightly, “… How much trouble would I get in for kissing you right now?” 

Your tummy instantly swirled, and you grinned, “I dunno. A pretty good amount, I think.” 

She moved closer, tongue rolling over her lips as she eyed your mouth. 

Your breath shuddered, hand coming up to grab her wrist. You whispered as your face burned, “Kiss me?”

She snorted. Her nose brushed against yours, a smirk plastered on her face as she sniffed, “Yeah?”

Your core squeezed in approval. Abby released the hold she had on your face, strong arms wrapping around your waist to pull you closer. You followed, straddling her lap, arms looping around her neck. You could see the skirt of her dress riding up from beneath you when she stretched her legs out. She smelled like roses and Barolo. 

“Hi,” she whispered with a grin. 

You smiled back at her, “Hi.”

Her lips brushed against yours, “Kiss me.” 

You cheesed, mischievously pecking her cheek, and she stared at you blankly. You giggled and pinched her squishy cheeks. 

“Kiss me for real,” she scolded lightly. 

You snorted, poking the space where her dimples are, “Mmm, nah. changed my mind, actually.” 

“Oh yeah? Don’t wanna kiss me?” Her voice lowered. 

Goosebumps rose on your skin, but you shook your head at her anyway. Your defenses weakened when her grip tightened on your hips and head dropped, planting soft kisses down the expanse of your neck. You could feel her nails tickling the sensitive skin on your back as she softly caressed you. Your eyes went glossy. 

She mumbled against your neck, “Missed you.”

Your heart fluttered. You breathed, “Really?” 

“Mhm, couldn’t stop thinkin’ about you. Doesn’t matter how much you get on my fucking nerves,” her hands slowly crawled up your waist. 

Fuck, fuck, fuck!

How does she speak her mind so easily?! “Miss—missed you too.”

“Missed me touching you like this?” 

You nodded quickly, and her tongue swiped up the side of your neck. You breathed heavily in her ear, eager to touch her. You pulled back so you could see her face, friskiness dissipating when you connected your lips. She purred in your mouth, lips molding against yours as you grinded on top of her, her red lipstick transferring onto your mouth. 

You grabbed her soft cheeks in your hands, gasping when her hands slid down to grab your ass through your jeans. Her tongue licked into your mouth, and your toes curled in your socks. You missed kissing her so badly. 

She was kissing you stupid, tugging the hair at the back of your head as she sucked your bottom lip. You shakily brought your hands up to her ponytail to undo the elastic, and her locks fell down her back like liquid. Your arms wrapped around her neck to kiss her deeper, pulling tightly at her soft strands. 

She moaned into your mouth, sucking on your bottom lip, “Need some head?”

You nails dug into her shoulders, “Y-You don’t have t— “

She rolled her eyes, “It’s not for you, it’s for me. I was just tryna be polite.” 

Well.

“But I wan—“ 

Her hand came up to grab your chin. Fuck, you love when she does that. “Don’t care what you want actually. Lay down.”

You scurried off her like she was on fire, lying flat on the couch and ripping your sweater over your head, tossing it into the pile on the floor. Abby stood as you unbuttoned her jeans. You secretly watched as she unzipped her dress and allowed it to fall down her body. She was completely bare underneath. Your eyes followed the thin trail of hair that led down to her wet cunt, and it made you hot… in more ways than one; She was on a mission tonight, for sure. 

You shoved your jealousy down; She didn’t owe you anything, especially loyalty. You stared down at your busy hands.

You kicked your jeans off, a sock clumsily catching in your pant leg before they hit the floor. You were not prepared for spontaneous sex at all; One lonesome weed sock, panties with chocolate bars on them, and a gray lounge bra. 

You awkwardly scratched your ear and waited for Abby to move, but she didn’t. You looked up at her and noticed her just… staring at your torso. Her expression was unreadable as she took your body in, but you were about to die from her searing ogle. Your face was torched, even more so when she brought a gentle hand up, hooked her middle and index finger into the band of your bra. 

Her eyes bore into yours, silently asking for permission, and you nodded. She bit her lip, slowly raising the elastic band up your chest until your breasts dropped out. She played with the two of them, dark red nails digging into the soft skin, pinching at your nipples. You couldn’t stop squirming, watching her hand move on your body. You lifted your bra over your head and laid the bundled fabric over the back of the couch. 

“Turn over, baby. Wanna see something,” she barely whispered, patting your thigh encouragingly. 

You listened, flipping onto your hands and knees as she climbed on the couch behind you. You sighed happily when she massaged your ass in both hands, rubbing and pulling at your covered cheeks. You peered over your shoulder to watch her pull your sticky panties to the side. She was eyeing your pussy like she wanted to swallow you whole before her eyes flickered an inch up. She was staring at… 

Oh. Oh. 

You jokingly snarked at her, “Find whatchu lookin’ for?” 

Her eyes pierced through yours before she slapped the fuck out of your ass. Your body jerked forward at the force, eyes squeezing shut and groaning at the seering sting. Your head dropped on the arm of the couch.

She sneered at you, “I still feel some typa way. Be nice.” 

You gasped out, “M’so— “

“You’re sorry,” She squealed out mockingly. “I know. Be still.” 

She yanked your panties down your thighs, “Put your head down.” 

You dropped your head onto your crossed arms in front of you. Her hand rubbed down your spine to deepen your arch, pulling your hips farther up. 

“Hold it open for me, baby.” 

You whimpered and reached down between your legs, spreading the drippy folds of your cunt to expose your clit. You heard her curse behind you before you felt slow massages on your clit. They were so delicate, almost ticklish, and it made you shiver. 

Your walls squeezed down and you heard her moan behind you. She rubbed a bit faster, the soft, squishy noises from your cunt filling the room. You tried to push back on her fingers, but she harshly dug her nails into your hip to hold you still, pulling her fingers away from you. 

“Abby, please— “

She ignored you, prying your lips apart with her thumbs. Her breath hit your cunt as she slurred, “You trust me?” 

You nodded incessantly, “Yeah, baby, trust you, fuck, I trust you— “

Her lips sucked around your clit, and you bucked back on her face with force. She wasted no time, shoving two of her fingers inside you and curling them. She poked and prodded at your walls as she flicked your throbbing bud and holy fuck, you missed her so fucking bad—

You couldn’t help the noises that left your mouth when she hit your spot dead on, your walls milking her fingers with eagerness. You cried out her name as your orgasm pulled from deep within your gut, your fingers curling into fists into her couch cushions. The sounds your cunt made were becoming louder as your moans crescendo, your hips moving on their own accord to get her deeper inside you. 

Her tongue slowed on your clit, slowly licking up towards your entrance and… passed your entrance. She moved up, up, and her wet muscle swiped over your ass—

A sharp gasp shot through you, your head whipping around to face her. On any other occasion, she would’ve halted everything and checked in on you, but her fingers didn’t stop. Her thrusts were harsh and unrelenting, her eyes cutting through you, “Fuckin’ trust me, right?”

You sobbed when she slapped your still burning cheek, nodding your consent with tears streaming down your face. She didn’t hesitate to lick over your hole, her tongue sliding back and forth over the puckered entrance. 

“Abby, fuckfuckfuck, oh fuck— “

She hummed against your hole and your head dropped on the cushions completely, using your bent elbows as leverage to fuck back onto her face. 

She mumbled nastily against you, “Just needa be slutted out, baby? Yeah?” 

You could only whine and sob in reply before the strong squeezes of your orgasm built and built. You were right fucking there you just needed her to—

Her tongue shoved inside you, and your body seized and tensed under the pressure of your orgasm. It wracked through your body in waves as you wailed into the pillows beneath you, both sets of walls contracting through your pleasure. Your cunt milked her fingers with urgency, your juices dripping out of your entrance and down Abby’s wrist. She tongued you through the aftershocks. 

She slowly brought you back down as your pulses slowed, planting a kiss on the back of your thigh before pulling out. Exhaustion took over your body as she helped you get onto your back, your head propped up on the pillows behind you. You kicked your dangling panties off and allowed her to lift your leg over her shoulder. She climbed on top of you, straddling your resting thigh. You looked up at her and… the large vein in her biceps made you shiver. 

“A-Abby?” 

She grabbed your tit, “Hm.”

You whimpered, “Are you a gym rat?”

She snorted, a grin spreading across her pretty face as she massaged the soft skin. “Errr… yes? When I wanna be. Why do you ask?”

Throw me across the room! You eyed her bulging vein, “Nothin’.” 

She smirked down at you, “Mhm.” 

… Did she just flex her bicep what the fuck—

You didn’t even have a chance to think before her pussy rubbed up against yours, and nearly cried when you saw your sopping cunts connect, sighs of satisfaction leaving your mouths when your clits bumped up against each other, bonded by strings of slick. You grabbed her thigh for support, digging your nails into her soft skin as her grinds increased in pace. 

Your throbbing bud jerked with each pass of her hips. You did everything in your power to keep your eyes open so you could watch her: her head was tossed back with her lip between her teeth, her defined stomach tensing and she fucked you. She looked so desperate to cum, to feel so good that she forgets everything. She kept taking and taking like you never allowed her to, and you never wanted it to end. 

“Your pussy feels s’good, shit,” she grinded down on you harder as she gazed at the ceiling. “Gonna make me cum— “

“Cum on me, Abby? Please cum on my pussy?” You whimpered up at her as your eyes grew heavy, and she slumped over the pillows, strong arms holding her up as she used you to fuck herself. She was getting louder, and you were squeezing as your second orgasm approached. Her pussy was hitting you right where you needed, right on your clit and you were about to—

You saw a screen flash out the corner of your eye as your device blared, and the drop of your heart matched the tight grip of your pussy. 

Abby was close, and your dad was calling.

Abby was too deep in her pleasure to notice as she begged you to cum with her, grabbing at your tits and yanking your nipples. Your pleasure kept rising and your phone wouldn’t stop fucking ringing—

“Fuck, baby, oh god, m’cumming!—“

Abby’s scream sent you off, your eyes rolling back, and your core squeezing with all you had to give. She was fucking you so hard through your euphoria, crying your name as you did the same. She was hitting your clit so good, you couldn’t breathe. 

Your ears were ringing so loud that you couldn’t hear the second call coming in, and you didn’t care. Your hips bucked as much as they could to meet hers, helping her ride out her intense orgasm. The harder you pushed up, the more you could feel her pussy pulsating. It sent another wave of pleasure through you. 

The feeling eventually subsided, the contractions in your cunt easing into light jerks. Abby caught her breath before moving off and plopping on top of you as she breathed heavily in your ear. You brought a hand up to rub her scalp, twirling her hair around your index finger as her scent infiltrated your senses. Your phone was finally quiet. 

“Can I fuck your ass?” 

Her heavy exhale made your spine bend. You could feel her smile against your neck. 

You were about to pass out, and it wasn’t from your insomnia. 

Abby carried you upstairs to her bed, and eventually got your legs over her shoulders while she lubricated her deep blue strap… with a slit at the incredibly fat tip? She never used this one with you before. It was veiny, curved, and thick; How the hell was that going to fit in your ass!

You knew one of her darkest secrets was cumming inside of somebody, but you didn’t know she meant it. You couldn’t stop thinking about all the times she moaned about cumming inside you. Knocking you up. She was really going to—

“Stop staring at my dick, it’s rude,” she said blankly. 

Your eyes flickered up to meet hers, “Sorry.” 

She snickered, “I’m kidding, relax.” 

How could you relax when she was jerking off in front of you! Her hands are so pretty on her dick, and you could cry right now because of it!

You squealed when she slapped it on your clit, the silicone getting drenched in her flavored lube and your slick. Your pussy squeezed in anticipation; She was about to destroy your cunt and you couldn’t think, holy shit, you missed her so badly—

She breathed eagerly, “You know what to do, baby.” 

You nodded, reaching down to hold your pussy open for her. She lined her tip up at your entrance, “Need this dick?”

“Fuck yes— “

She cooed, “Yeah? Want me?”

You looked up at her, your head bobbing up and down like you were entranced. You wanted her so much. Too much. The look of pride in her eyes was going to stay in your memory forever. 

“Fucking say it,” she spat.

“Want you inside me, baby, please fuck me!”

She popped the tip in, and you moaned as pleasurable pain rushed through you. She took her time easing into you, allowing you to feel every ridge of her dick against your walls. The veins in the silicone were catching on your walls and it made you squeeze down tight. 

She paused and kissed your ankle, “Ease up, baby. C’mon.” 

“Can’help it, fuck, splittin’ me open,” your tongue felt so large in your mouth. 

“Fuck, missed wrecking this pussy,” she moaned out, staring down at the way your walls choked her length. 

She pushed an inch deeper, and you nearly shouted. 

She smirked, “Right there?”

You were drooling onto your chest as you craned up to watch how you connected. She was pressed right up against the spot that made you see stars, and you felt the beginnings of your orgasm stirring in your gut. 

She pushed inside until she was fully submerged in your juices, your slick coating the entire toy when she pulled out, only to fuck back into you again. She stretched you out until you were grabbing at her hip, trying to pull her deeper into you. She wrapped her arms around both of your calves and drilled in your guts, only pulling out a few inches before shoving back in. 

The power of her thrusts was causing the flowery headboard to bang up against the wall, the soggy noises of your cunt and squeals of pleasure filling the room. She was battering your pussy completely, and you couldn’t do anything to stop her. 

“Pussy’s pushing me out,” she garbled with a limp tongue. “Feel good, baby? Can’t take it?” 

You couldn’t find the strength to respond, nails digging into her soft blankets as she transported you to another dimension, sparkles and glitter exploding behind your eyelids as your unannounced orgasm shook your spirit, “Can feel you cummin’, shit.” 

Her voice was muffled from the ringing in your ears. You could barely register her pulling out and grabbing her girth, quickly rubbing her wet tip on your clit to rub you through your orgasm. You felt speckles of droplets land on your ass and the covers beneath you, eyes crossed in your skull and the taste of copper in your mouth from biting your lip too hard. 

She didn’t let you recover before she released your legs, pinning them down to your chest by the back of your knees, nearly folding you in half and shoving back into your wetness with a disgusting noise.

She bounced you on her cock like a weightless ragdoll, your body shifting up her bed with force. She hit so deep whenever she fucked like this. Her tip was nudging your cervix whenever she dug in deep, the pain plunging into you like a knife as tears filled your eyes and pleasure sizzled all the way down to your toes.

“Gonna cum in this fuckin’ pussy, oh my god— “

You couldn’t help the babbles that came from you, drooly yesyesyesyess’ coming from you, “Yeah, baby? Need me to fill your pussy up?”

You nearly passed out at the thought of her stuffing you, your orgasm built until it crashed into you, snatching the wind in your body as you let out a quiet scream. Your lashes were fluttering, and spit was sliding down your cheek, completely dumb under her. 

And then you felt a thin stream of liquid shoot inside your pulsing cunt. You swore you flatlined. 

Your orgasm only intensified at the feeling of her creaming inside you, her gross whispers making the hairs on your arms stand, “Gonna knock this slutty cunt up and send you home filthy. Want you drippin’ with it.” 

You nodded brainlessly; You’d do whatever she wanted as long as she kept fucking and filling you. Another harsh stream exploded inside you, and your juices sprayed on her lap. You went limp under her, letting her move and toss you around how she pleased. You were getting so fucking tired, but you didn’t want her to stop. 

She gave one last deep grind, poking your cervix one last time before pulling out, her gaze dropping to watch her seed spill out of your battered cunt. She pushed your legs down even further, knees nearly hitting your head as she lined her dick up at your ass, “Would marry this pussy, swear to god. It takes dick so good.” 

You only released a choked noise in approval; She could have you however she wanted! 

Her pretty brow arched cockily, “You like that? Like when I make this pussy mine?”

You shook your head so fast. It’s yours, baby! It’s all yours!

She barely pushed forward, her tip nudging your other entrance, making you squeal, “Is this mine too?” 

“Fuck yes, s’yours, baby!”

She popped in, and you sobbed. You need this, you need this, you need her—

Tears ran down to your neck as you cried, her gentle shushes caressing your ear drums like symphonies, “Such a good girl, doing so good for me, just a little more, okay?” 

You couldn’t stop moaning at the foreign sensation, “G-Gimme all of it, oh my fuckin’ god—“

“… You sure?”

She paused, only a couple inches inside as she gauged you. The gentle aura you're so used to finally returned as she massaged your thighs comfortingly, and your heart swelled. 

You spoke in one breath, “Fuck my ass, Abby, please. S’gonna make me cum again— “

“Tell me if I’m— “

“Please, baby, s’gonna hurt s-so good, gimme— “

“Okay, baby shhh, I gotchu,” she hushed you, quickly grabbing the discarded bottle of lube at your side and squeezing a messy quantity over your pulsating entrance. She tossed it somewhere and pushed in deeper, the burn sending hot shockwaves to your brain. How were you about to cum there’s no way you’re going to cum—

“A-Abby, fuck me, fuckme— “

She was whimpering with you, still pressing in, “Don’t wanna hurt you baby, shit— “

“Fuck me harder, m’so close!”

Your eyes squeezed shut when she pushed the last few inches in, sitting deep in your ass, and you came so hard. You could hear her moaning with you as she grinded you out. The cum that sat deep in your cunt was pulsing out of you with each clench, dripping down to your filled ass and coating her. You forced your eyes open so you could watch her, eyes burning with lust and her toned body drenched in sweat. 

She brought a hand down to your pussy and shoved two fingers in, curling and hitting your spot at a vigorous pace. The squelches were so loud over your pleased shouts, and you squirted all over her hand, some droplets splattering on your chest and chin. 

She yanked her fingers out to pat and spank your throbbing clit before pushing your legs back up, pulling out slowly before shoving her entire length back into you. 

Abby has never been this aggressive during sex, but she was slapping you, fucking you deep and hard, spitting on your face from where she towered over you, and you took all of it like she was paying you. Your ass was rippling on her cock, trying to make space for her cock so it could suck her in deeper. You couldn’t stop squirting, both your cum dripping out of both your holes. 

Gonna cum so hard in this ass, oh my fuckin’ god, you feel so good.

It’s mine? Say it’s mine.

Look at that dirty fucking pussy. Nasty cumslut. You love being my fucking worthless whore, don’t you? 

Just needa turn that pretty brain off? Yeah? Need me to take care of you? Fuck you stupid? 

You were thrown into one long, constant orgasm and she talked you through it. You clawed at her ass and sheets and your own tits to keep yourself grounded but it wasn’t working. You were getting her so wet, a large puddle forming underneath you as your body jerked away from her. But she held you down, made you take what she gave, made you see god. You felt so fucking good that it almost pained you. 

You could hear her moans increase in volume, not bothering to pull out as she grinded deep inside you. You knew she was close, riding her harness into completion. You used the only strength you had to turn your head to the side, making eye contact with yourself in her large dresser mirror. You looked fucked up, but you watched yourself cum before staring at Abby’s reflection. 

Her eyes were squeezed shut as she bucked into you quickly, her tits and fat on her ass shaking in the mirror. You could hear her whispering makemecummakemecum over and over again, and you shuddered when another spurt of liquid left you. 

Cum in my ass, cum in me filled your brain like a mantra.

You fought to keep your eyes open, watching the muscles in her body tighten up before she yelled out, screaming how hard she was cumming and how good your ass sucked her cum in. A line of spit left her mouth and landed on your thigh as she shuddered through her pleasure, and you felt her jizz fill your ass, the second load much larger than the first. It felt so fucking good. 

Another orgasm rushed through as you both screamed in pleasure. You tried to meet her grinds, pushing down to get her squirting dick even deeper inside. 

Abby dropped your legs and they instantly wrapped around her waist as she fell forward, resting her full weight on you as she rode out her orgasm. Her moans of your name didn’t stop, and it felt like you both were cumming for hours. She filled and filled you like you were milking her dry, draining her completely and it made you cum again. Your arms wrapped around her neck to pull her close, nails digging into the flexing muscles in her back and leaving red trails.

She screamed out a warning of another orgasm right before her body trembled on top of you. Her dick wasn't bursting in you anymore; Why did that make you sad?

Her grinds eventually slowed into twitches as you both came down. She was planting gentle kisses and sucks on your neck, her hands coming down to rub the soreness from your thighs as you massaged her scalp. 

You made sure to keep your eyes open so you wouldn’t drift off into dreamland. 

After Abby pulled out and cleaned you up, she rummaged through her underwear drawer and pulled out a Marlboro box and lighter. 

… Why were you horny again? 

Her wet, semi-leaking dick was still strapped around her waist, her now scarred backside facing you as she stuck the orange end between her lips and ignited it. You watched her through the mirror, her body instantly relaxing as she puffed silently. You looked like a cat in heat. 

She looked up and stared back at you in the reflection, taking the smoke between her index and middle finger, exhaling around her words. 

“What’re you looking at?”

You shrugged and smiled like a ditz. She shook her head at you before sticking the butt in her mouth, undoing the adjusts and stepping out of her dick. She picked it up, eyes flickering awkwardly before throwing it in her hamper. You giggled quietly.

She ashed her cig over her small trash can, before looking at you, “Come shower?”

Your heart pounded in your chest like she didn’t just obliterate your pussy and ass. You consented in silence. 

You could hear her laughing as you hobbled to the bathroom, “I coulda carried you, y’know.” 

You flipped her off. 

After washing, Abby just… held you. 

The water was still beating down on the two of you, her head resting on your shoulder as she rubbed your back. And you did the same. 

You felt so relaxed, and everything was quiet in your head, the lavender scent of her body wash surrounding the two of you. You could’ve fallen asleep right here. 

Her hushed tone surprised you. 

“Are you leaving tonight?” 

Your heart shredded to pieces at her nervous tone. She sighed in relief at your whisper. 

“No, Abby. I’m not.” 

You didn’t know what would happen when you returned home, but for now, you relished in her warm embrace as you nodded off onto her shoulder. 

You didn’t sleep alone. 

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prologue. part one. part two. part three. interlude.

[neteyamssock]

⊹₊⟡⋆ 𝚁𝙴𝙵𝙻𝙴𝙲𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽𝚂

⊹₊⟡⋆ pairing: lo'ak x fem!human!reader (implied) (but told in the eyes of reader and neteyam.)

⊹₊⟡⋆ summary: neteyam watches you longing for Lo'ak as you sing Reflections (by The Neighborhood). possible neteyam x fem!human!reader in the future (if the plot is expanded.

⊹₊⟡⋆ content warning: none ig? aside from neytiri and neyetam's avoidance with human interaction.

⊹₊⟡⋆ a/n: unedited. wrote it cuz its bugging my mind but didn't pay attention much on the plot. might expand the story in the future once the semester finishes cuz 3rd year of college sucks ass.

⊹₊⟡⋆ text divider credits to @/echanthings

now playing...Reflections by The Neighborhood.

MASTERLIST

“Hush, little Tuk. Don’t cry anymore, okay? Is that tawtute really worth all these precious tears?”

Holding back a scowl, Neteyam truly cannot understand why Tuk is bawling her eyes out when their mother forbids them from visiting the human outpost for at least a month. As he wiped his youngest sister’s fat tears, he couldn't help but to wonder what kind of technique you used to hook Tuk and gain her affections. 

He had only seen you once, when you were eight and he was ten, when Spider took them to the outpost to introduce you to them. You are the opposite of Spider, who’s loud and out-going. You are rather timid and quiet, simply observing him and his siblings.

He remembered disliking you the moment he saw you, because unlike Spider, you seem uninterested in going outside and exploring the world outside those puny human laboratories. You cannot see. You will not see. That's what he thought when he gazed at you with his scrutinizing eyes. 

After that encounter, he stopped going with his siblings every time they visited you, deeming it irrelevant. He relied on mere stories of you from his siblings’ mouth to construct you inside his mind.

According to Kiri, Tuk loves you most among the tawtute in the lab. Oddly enough, you didn't grow up as reserved as he thought you would be. Lo’ak would often say you are cheerful and optimistic, that you can see the world gifted by Eywa, and that you have a talent in singing like your tawtute mother. 

His younger brother grew closer to you over the years, and it successfully provoked Neytiri’s ire when Lo’ak weaved you a beaded bracelet—leading to your siblings being forbidden to visit the outpost for a month. 

Neteyam personally does not believe that you have learned to see. You must've done something to his siblings, for them to get attached to you like this. You and your kind simply cannot see, for your cup is already full. Selfish, greedy, and destru—

“I wanna go! ________ is having a concert today!” 

Neteyam quickly restrained his sister when she tried shaking his hold off. Her tears still haven't stopped yet, streaming down her cheeks like a waterfall. Seeing her like this, Neteyam’s heart softened.

“What is a concert? Why does it make you want to go so badly even against our mother's wishes?”

Tuktirey blinked a few times, before flashing Neteyam a beaming smile. She knew she had to take this to her advantage. As long as she can convince Neteyam to go with everyone, they're safe from their mother’s scolding. Although unfair, Tuk just really wants to be there in your makeshift concert, something you have been telling them about since a year ago.

“It is like a communal feast, brother. Where people sing and dance. ______ can sing and dance, and today’s her concert! We want to watch her sing, because it sounds so interesting!”

Neteyam scowled, disapproving. “If you want to listen to singing, you can just listen to Seyla, who’s the best singer in the clan—”

Stomping her feet on the ground, Tuk began to cry again. “No! It’s different! ______’s songs are different from na’vi songs!”

As Tuktirey continued to cry, Kiri walked out of their kelku with a sigh. She also heard Tuk’s tantrums and felt pity for his confused and helpless brother. 

She took Tuktirey into her arms and shushed their youngest sister with a helpless smile. “We can just ask ______ to do her concert again next month, Tuk. If you force us to go, mom will punish us even more severely. She might even forbid us to go there permanently. Do you want that? Hmm?”

Tuk sobbed for a while before she quieted down. Although she stopped crying, she’s still nuzzling her face in Kiri’s neck, sad and confused. “...Okay. B-But you must ask ______ to perform again next month, when we can watch, alright?!”

Relieved that Tuk finally stopped throwing a fit, Kiri nodded. “Fine, I’ll ask her. She’s definitely performing for you next month.”

“Yey!” With a smile, Tuk took off and began playing with the other children of the clan, eyes still swollen but now there's a smile on her face.

Neteyam watched his sisters with complicated eyes, completely perplexed on how someone non-existent in his life—you— could influence the people around him to the point that Neteyam feels that they are somehow unrecognizable.

He barely knew anything about you and who you are, but you managed to make Tuk love you so much, you even made Neytiri fuming mad indirectly because Lo’ak cares for you deeply. 

“I know that look,” Kiri started as she played with her sheathed blade by making it spin with her fingers. “_______ is an excellent singer. She said her mother was a superstar, with almost all tawtute as her supporters. Just like dad when he was Toruk Makto.” 

The sheathed blade stopped spinning so Kiri began to spin them again and again. “_____ wanted to have a concert—where she sings and dances in front of the audience—to show us how they do it on their planet.”

Neteyam does not understand half of the words Kiri just said, but at least he still got the gist of it. Your mother is an excellent singer, like Seyla’s mother—Ninat. And somehow, you want to sing and dance in front of his siblings… to make them happy? 

“How can it be so different aside from the song being tawtute songs?” Scowling, he began to eat the fruit Kiri handed him from who knows where.

Kiri just laughed, “Tawtute songs tend to be… on the cheerful side, I guess? At least from what I heard her sing. It makes Tuk dance.”

“So does our music.” He pointed out, voice grave. Kir rolled her eyes and shrugged, already tired trying to make her older brother understand. 

“Honestly, it's hard to explain. All tawtute stuff is hard to understand. You might as well go and watch her so you’ll get an idea.” She said it in a joking tone before going back inside their kelku, not knowing that Neteyam took her words seriously.

Neteyam walked silently towards the outpost, careful not to alert anyone of his presence. The moment the human settlement came to his vision, he couldn't help but to feel a sense of discomfort seeing the humans in his world. Although they are considered allies, the humans who fought against their own race to side with the na’vi, the sense of distrust is still there.

Neteyam is just like his mother. He can tolerate these humans, but he will never like them. Coldly observing them as they busy themselves with their studies, something quickly caught Neteyam’s attention.

It was you walking outside of the lab, wearing your exopack as you opened one of the doors in the tall gigantic fence. You’re tiny, Neteyam is sure Tuk is a lot taller than you. Your skin is a lot darker than the other humans in the lab, your hair long and darker than the others. In your small white tank top and cargo pants, you ventured into the forest but still in the safe zone where no predators could attack you. 

On your hand was an instrument called a guitar. Tuk once took it home for Kiri to play for your parents. Jake wanted to keep it, but Neytiri told him it's yours, and it would be shameful not to return it after using it. Neteyam remembers not caring about it and comparing it to the local na’vi instruments, which made Kiri upset. 

Neteyam was getting impatient watching you walk slowly into the forest, admiring the nature around you that he thought for a second that Kiri was right, that you could see. But he forcefully shoved that thought away from his mind as he watched you settle down on a small clearing, sitting as you began fiddling with your music instrument.

You looked excited, with a beaming smile that is extremely blinding. For a moment, Neteyam understood why his siblings grew attached to you. With just your smile, you seem to radiate positivity. The way the skin around your eyes would crinkle as you smile indicates that you laugh so often, developing laughter lines under your eyes.

He watched you as you sat there doing nothing, seemingly waiting for something… for someone. As the time passes by and no one is coming, the smile in your eyes slowly fades and is replaced by worry and sadness, your figure growing fidgety as your awaited guests haven't come yet.

Standing up, you patted your behind and began looking around. “Lo’ak? Are you still coming?”

There's a crack in your voice, as if you're on the verge of breaking down. The sadness in your tone is so palpable that even Neteyam felt a stab in his heart. Neteyam’s breath stuttered as it got stuck in his throat at the familiar name in your lips. Complicated emotions began to erode Neteyam’s heart as he dawned on him. You’re waiting for Lo’ak. The thing between the two of you is actually serious. 

He looked at your pained expression as you settled back down on the ground, staring at your guitar with empty eyes. He let out a derisive sneer, finding you extremely ridiculous. How can you be so ambitious? Your people had taken too much from the na’vi. How can you even think you’d have a chance to be with Lo’ak? You're a human, a tawtute, a vrrtep. You can never be with a na’vi.

Neteyam turned around and was about to jump onto another tree when he heard a tune. The familiar sound of string he once heard when Kiri played the guitar. He snapped towards you, seeing you sighing as your fingers began to play with the strings of the guitar.

Where have you been?

Do you know when you're coming back?

Cause since you've been gone

I've got along but I've been sad

Neteyam looked at you with wide eyes, ashamed to admit that your voice does sound a lot better than Seyla. But as the words slipped out of your mouth, he began to notice the depressing tune of your singing. He thought you’d sing something more joyful, something fun, not something so…doleful.

Where have you been?

Do you know when you’re coming back?

Your voice cracked as you fought the tears threatening to spill. You tried to fight off the choking feeling in your throat as your eyes continue to sting. You cannot believe you’re actually getting emotional just by singing. 

We were too close to the stars

I never knew somebody like you, somebody

Falling just as hard

I'd rather lose somebody than use somebody

Maybe it's a blessing in disguise (I sold my soul for you)

I see my reflection in your eyes… 

You closed your eyes as you mouthed the lyrics, your chest constricting as you thought about Lo’ak, whom you have not seen for so many days. You sang as you thought about your unsaid feelings, unsure if Lo’ak even feels the same way about you. In fact you had never voiced your feelings for the na’vi boy, both of you just knew. No words needed as your bond is something deep. But as times passes by, you wonder if he truly likes you back as you do to him.

I tried to put it out for you to get

Could've, should've but you never did

Wish you wanted it a little bit

More but it's a chore for you to give… 

Neteyam doesn't even understand why his chest is feeling so heavy. He should've been happy to see a tawtute suffering, but as he listened to you sing with all your longing, your pain, your love for Lo’ak, he couldn't help but touch his heavy chest, as if he could understand you, could see you. 

We were too close to the stars

I never knew somebody like you, somebody

Falling just as hard

I'd rather lose somebody than use somebody

Maybe it's a blessing in disguise (I sold my soul for you)

I see my reflection in your eyes (tell me you see it too)

You knew it was impossible, but you still dreamt of being with Lo’ak. You hoped as you indulged in the moments both of you stole, so you could spend time with each other, wishing that Eywa could understand that need you have for each other.  But you're only human. And humans cannot be with a na’vi.

So close, so close

Yet so far away (so far)

I don't know (I don't)

How to be solo (no)

So don't go, oh, no, just stay

You wished you were a na’vi too. So there won't be a hindrance between you and Lo’ak. You always dreamt you’d be like Jake, a human that turned into a na’vi. The chosen one. The savior. But you're just… you. A child left on Pandora when your parents were sent back into your dying planet. 

You and I were bright, shooting through the sky daily (yeah)

Lighting up the night, wasn't always right, baby (mm-hmm)

Yeah, every time that we realized it's crazy

And you save me

Lo’ak was the light of your world. He made you see the world. He's a constant in your world that when he suddenly disappeared, you found yourself plunged in the dark, alone and scared. 

We were too close to the stars

I never knew somebody like you, somebody

Falling just as hard

I'd rather lose somebody than use somebody

Maybe it's a blessing in disguise (I sold my soul for you)

I see my reflection in your eyes (I sold my soul for you, I know you see it too)

With a sad smile, you ended the song and took a deep breath, cheeks stained with tears. Patting your butt, you walked back into the lab and cursed. “damn, i got so carried away for a simple crush? this is so fucked.”

You never noticed Neteyam’s complicated eyes following you every step, suddenly seeing you in a new light. For instance, your songs are not as cheerful as Kiri said. Even though he’d never admit that to her. 

He had to reevaluate everything he knew about you, and perhaps admit that you are not as bad as he thought you were. 

You're still not meant for Lo’ak though, that is for sure… 

[bio-hazard]

listening to schlatts santa claus is coming to town cover and thinking abt my hallmark post and like

reader gets a job like serving or tending bar at this place that does live music around the holidays and there's this one singer who's there during a lot of your shifts and you love his voice, he's great as a performer! but he comes into the back while you're doing something and hears you singing and asks you to sing a duet with him. you tell him that, no sorry you're not that good at singing to people, and you're not that fond of the holidays. you're just here to make some extra cash.

he doesn't like this answer of course and every shift becomes a game of cat and mouse with him trying to coax you into singing with him (or at least just teasing you to bring down your walls) until eventually he says he gives up and at least wants to take you out for dinner

it's really nice and on the way home, baby it's cold outside comes on the radio and he just gives you A Look and you sigh and know every word and it's really cute

[theboykingsmichaelsword]

maybe it's because i'm new to this side of the internet but why have i not seen anyone mention how perfectly wincest fits hozier's take me to church

[rosypenguins]

Okay hi so scrapped TMF stuff dropped and I just I wasn’t really planning on posting anything but I REALLY needed to talk about this-

The whole “Are we just less important to you now?” REALLY FUCKING HIGHLIGHTS HOW SHIT JAKE’S BEEN TREATING THEM AND I GENUINELY WISH THIS WAS KEPT SOMEHOW- and also it honestly would’ve made Jake’s intercom speech hurt even more than it already did. (The absolute nerve Jake had to be all “I was the happiest I’d ever been when I was with the music club, and I finally felt like… myself” IN FRONT OF FUCKING DREW HENRY AND LIAM WHO WERE HIS FRIENDS FOR 3 YEARS AND NONE THE WISER LIKE-)

Like I get it I get Drew’s an ass but does he really deserve this? Like does he actually? (Praying to GOD Season 2 addresses how poorly Jake treated Drew and doesn’t just sweep it under the rug because Jake’s like the main character or whatever.)

[nastiiuu]

I’m rewatching Naruto after years and years and the cringe must be embraced once again

[hard--headed--woman]

i write a lot of lesbian and radical feminist poetry and texts, i make a lot of radical feminist photography and short movies/videos and i'd really looooove to share it with you all but the thing is i really don't want it to get stolen. if i just post it on social medias i just know that one day, one of my poems/texts/pictures/vids is going to get stolen and used by someone else, probably for something totally different than the original message and context. if any of you have any advices about it and know what i could do please tell me!

[princessmisery666]

Fries, Goodbyes & The Rest Of Our Lives

Summary: Being stood up isn’t always a bad thing. 

Warnings/Genre etc.: Fluff, lousy singing. 

W/C: 2k

Characters: Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw, Mentions/Small Parts: Natasha ‘Phoenix’ Trace, Mickey ‘Fanboy’ Garcia, Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd, Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin, Harvard. 

Pairing: Rooster x Fem!Reader (you - no descriptions of body type or ethnicity).

Notes: I saw this post on Instagram, and it immediately made me think of Rooster. Songs: Is This Love by White Snake, Can’t Take My Eyes Off You by Frankie Valli.

A/N: the wonderful and brilliant @writercole helped with ideas, summary, and title and helped make the muses comply. 

Betas: @deanwinchesterswitch

Master Lists: Top Gun: Maverick // All The Fandoms

Fries, Goodbyes & The Rest Of Our Lives

It’s been a week. It’s not even worth listing all the things that went wrong. The icing on the cake (presumably made with salt and not sugar - cause it's that kind of week) was your date canceled on you as you took a seat at a booth in the diner.

You sigh as the waitress comes to take your order, accepting that you’ve been stood up and decide you may as well eat since you’re already there.

“I’ll take a cheeseburger, side salad, no tomato, extra dressing, please.” 

The elderly waitress smiles. It’s comforting and sweet. Her name tag says Pattie, and you imagine her grandkids get overly excited whenever Granny Pat visits. “You want the fries with that?”

You ponder for half a second before declining, “No thanks.”

“You sure, hun? They’re included in the price.”

You had dirty Cajun fries from the food cart outside the office at lunch. You know the diner’s fries won’t taste as good, besides you want to leave room for dessert, so you politely decline again. 

“I’ll take them, Pattie!”

You twist in the booth to look over your shoulder and find the source. A handsome guy sitting at the bar, wearing a light yellow floral print shirt, smiles and gives a two-fingered wave. You’d clocked him when you’d entered. You’d caught his eye too, and he’d given you a broad smile. His mustache was a flashback to a decade or two ago, but he wore it well. He carried it with a sense of pride and confidence. It looked good on him. Anyone else, you’d have thought it was creepy.

“Hush now, boy,” Pattie scolds, but she’s smiling when she turns back to face you.

You chuckle, nodding toward him, “He’ll take the fries.”

Pattie takes your menu and disappears to the kitchen. You look at Mr. Mustache, who tips his beer bottle to you before bringing it to his lips.

You grab your phone and message the “No Scrubs” group. 

You: Stood up again. Where you guys at?

Cole: At that navy bar I was telling you about. Come meet us.

You: I’ve just ordered dinner. Will see how I feel after.

You scroll social media while you wait. Pattie comes by a few times, brings cutlery and sauces, and refreshes your drink. 

You hear the bell ring to signal an order’s ready, and your mouth waters when you see Pattie heading toward you. The burger looks delicious. The brioche bun glistens under the lights as the cheese melts over the edge onto the plate. It's so tall there’s a wooden skewer through the top to keep it in place, and the fries are fat and look perfectly crispy.  

Pattie sets the plate down, “Enjoy, sweetheart,” and you swallow before drool slips out.

Just as you pull the skewer out of the burger, you hear, “Those are mine, remember.”

You laugh, twisting to look at him again. He’s got a cheerful smirk, but his brow is raised as if challenging you. “Why don’t you join me?” you offer. 

He grabs his beer and twists off his stool. The smile remains while he saunters over, and you can’t take your eyes off him, admiring the sway of his hips. He’s confident in an almost bashful way. The open floral shirt shows a white shirt beneath it, and the contrast against his tanned skin looks as edible as your burger. 

“Tell me,” he says, grabbing a fry and biting off the end. “What kind of psychopath doesn’t have fries with their burger?”

You shrug, “The same kind that offers to take a stranger's fries.”

“Touché,” he chuckles. 

You laugh, explaining, “I had fries at lunch and want dessert.”

 He nods as if now understanding your logic. “Ah, she’s got a sweet tooth.” 

“I’ve heard that the chocolate malt here is the best in the state. I can’t pass that up,” you grin.

“Well, that is true,” he shrugs, popping another fry into his mouth. “Make or break question here, whipped cream on top of the shake?”

“I fear this will affect our budding friendship,” you tease, “but ab-so-lutely whipped cream on top of the shake. Among other places,” you wink. 

His boldness flounders for half a second, recognizing he’s met his match, but he recovers quickly. Wetting his lips and giving a cheeky smile. “Are you flirting with me?” 

“Depends.” 

“On what?”

“I don’t see a ring, and you’re here alone. Are you single?”

“Yes.”

“Then yes, I’m definitely flirting with you.”

His smile widens and remains while the conversation flows and the two of you eat. Flirtations and laughter pass back and forth effortlessly.

Your phone chimes with another message, and you see the ‘No Scrubs’ group chat has two unread messages. You don’t want to be rude and pick it up to reply, but you know if you don’t, they’ll likely call to make sure you’re okay. 

“Somewhere else you need to be?” he asks, a hint of disappointment in his voice that he attempts to hide behind a sip of beer.

“No, just some friends trying to get me to go meet them at some Navy bar.” You roll your eyes and type a quick ‘maybe’ before locking your phone, setting it face down on the table.

“Navy bar? The Hard Deck?” he questions, tilting his head to the side.

“I think that’s what Cole said. Do you know it?”

“That’s actually where I’m headed after. I could give you a ride. If you need one, that is.”

“I don’t even know your name.”

“It’s Bradley, but my friends call me Rooster.”

“Rooster?” you laugh. “Please tell me there’s a good story there.”

“There might be. I guess that depends on if you want to hear it.”

“How about you tell me on the way to the bar?”

The open window lifts your hair slightly, and every time Rooster gets a hit of your perfume, he inhales deeply, savoring it. 

He sticks to the speed limit, if not a little below it. He’s not quite ready to say goodbye to you. He’s never had such an instant, effortless connection with someone, and he wants to make it last as long as possible.

You’d laughed at the story about his name. You’d have never guessed that it was a nickname his uncle gave him when he was a kid. The radio is playing at a low volume, but as soon as the opening bars of Is This Love by White Snake start, you lean over and crank the volume as loud as it will go, singing along as if he isn’t there.

“Is this love that I'm feeling?” you sing, holding a pretend microphone. “Is this the love that I've been searching for? Is this love, or am I dreaming? This must be love. 'Cause, it's really got a hold on me. A hold on me.” 

You can’t hold a tune, and your voice cracks a few times, but still, you belt it out with vigor, and Rooster thinks he may be falling in love. Did Pattie put something in those fries? 

“Sorry,” you say, settling back into your seat, “that’s one of my favorites.” 

It’s one of my favorites now too. But he doesn’t say it. Instead, he laughs, “I never would’ve guessed.”

“Are you not a car karaoke kinda guy?” you ask. “You seem like you like to sing along.” 

“I’ve been known to hold a few car concerts,” he admits, “but I didn’t want to interrupt your flow.” 

“Can you sing as good as me?”

He looks at you and sees the jesting expression. You know you can’t sing, and you don’t care one little bit.

“I’d love to serenade you,” he says, “but unfortunately, we’re here.”

“Some other time?” you ask, and he swears you sound hopeful.

Rooster opens the Hard Deck door, and as soon as he hears the hustle and bustle from inside, he wishes he’d suggested you stay at the diner. Holding the door open, he gestures for you to enter first, and you smile a thanks as you pass by.

You stop a few feet inside, scanning the room as he stands beside you. This is the one time he hopes Hangman is being himself and has, by some miracle, coaxed your friends over to the group so Rooster has an excuse to keep talking to you. 

“Those are my friends over there,” you say, dashing all his hopes as you point to the pool tables on the opposite side of the room. 

“I’m over there,” Rooster says, pointing to where the Dagger squad is assembled. 

“Thanks for the ride.”

“Thanks for the fries.” 

“Anytime.” 

“Enjoy the rest of your night.” 

“You too.” 

There’s a pause, neither of you knowing what to do. You rise to the tips of your toes, and he dips to let you place a gentle kiss on his cheek. 

His cheeks quickly flush, hearing the jeers, shouts, and wolf whistles, but you drop back down with a laugh.

“Sorry,” he says. “They’re a bunch of idiots.”

He scolds himself for being an idiot as you walk away. He should invite you over or ask for your number, but he’s suddenly tongue-tied. He stares at you, frozen to the spot, long enough to see your friends turn to look at him as you settle into your seat.

Throughout the night, flirtatious glances are passed back and forth, and smiles exchanged when they linger. Of course, it’s Hangman who notices the consequence of Rooster’s error. 

“Looks like you lose again, Rooster,” the blond pilot remarks, a way too smug grin showing off his perfectly white teeth. “Too snug on that perch, and Harvard is gonna take your lady right out from under your beak.”

Rooster doesn’t care if it proves Hangman’s point. He looks directly at you. Harvard is whispering in your ear. You're smiling, but Rooster thinks it's more of a polite, courteous smile than genuine interest. 

But it’s the kick he needs to take action. He looks to Phoenix, Bob, and Mickey, almost pleading, “I need your help.” 

Phoenix nods once, Bob smiles, and Mickey asks, “What?”

“He wants to do the Goose move,” Phoenix explains without Bradley needing to tell her any more. 

“What’s the Goose move?”

“It’s the move his Dad did to get his Mom,” Bob says. 

“I don’t know what that is,” Mickey shrugs. 

“Technically, we've been doing it for years,” Rooster says, “it’s just that this time, it involves my future wife.”

“So, no pressure,” Bob gulps. 

“Relax. I’ve got a plan,” Phoenix winks, gesturing for the three guys to come closer.

Harvard doesn’t seem all that smart, and you wonder if it's an ironic nickname or callsign, as Rooster had explained. Harvard certainly doesn’t understand body language. You’ve tried, unsuccessfully, to put some distance between you three times. The third time he slides his arm around your shoulders. 

Before you can shrug, his arm slips off, and suddenly, a pretty brunette woman is in his place. “Hi,” she says brightly, her back to a flustered-looking Harvard. “I’m Phoenix, and this is Fanboy. We’re friends with Rooster.” 

Butterflies dance in your stomach. Before she can say anymore or you have a chance to wonder why he’s sent his friends to rescue you, the jukebox cuts off, and a collective groan echoes around the room. 

“That was supposed to happen,” Phoenix smiles. Fanboy is speaking quietly to Harvard, and he doesn’t seem happy about whatever is being said, but you're grateful for the interruption. 

There’s a soft twinkling from a piano somewhere in the room, and after a few more notes, you find the source. Phoenix continues, “That’s Bob, and you’ve met Rooster.” 

Your eyes drift up from the piano player and land on Bradley, fingers tapping the wooden top, while Bob continues to find the right melody.

Rooster’s eyes are locked on you, a shy smirk lifting the corner of his mustache. 

“Thanks for the save,” you say to Phoenix but keep your eyes on Rooster. 

“Well, it wasn’t the actual intention, but Harvard can be a bit…” she trails off.

“Thick?” 

“That’s a good word for him,” she laughs.

The bright random notes turn into a clear, rich melody that flows through the room moments before the smooth baritone of Rooster’s voice fills the air. “You’re just too good to be true. Can’t take my eyes off of you.”

Damn, he can sing! 

Taking the lyrics literally, he doesn’t avert his eyes while he serenades you. You feel Phoenix’s hand at your elbow, but you can’t look away from the gorgeous man belting out a song just for you. Only when he draws closer do you realize she’s guiding you to him. 

The bar is packed, and the crowd gathers around the piano, but somehow Rooster is always in your line of sight, and then Fanboy is in front of you, splitting the crowd to let you through. 

It feels surreal but magical when somehow there’s a clear path straight to Rooster. It looks like an aisle leading to an altar, and the man that awaits you has been sent from the heavens because he’s gorgeous, kind, funny, and clearly has a talent for commanding a room. You wonder what else you could uncover, given some time.

“At long last, love has arrived,” Rooster sings as you reach his side. Phoenix slips away as you reach for Bradley’s outstretched hand. 

Definitely an altar, and you’ll happily worship here for eternity. Interlocking your fingers with his, he pulls you against him. “Now that I found you, stay,” it’s more than a song, it's a question, and you nod. 

Slowly, he inches closer, and the crowd takes over, singing the chorus, when his lips connect with yours and the world melts away. 

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Master Lists: Top Gun: Maverick // All The Fandoms

[kissingmilfs]

i wish we got to see more of mean!lottie 😔 like when lisa got her drink wrong and lottie was really condescending about it. 😭😵‍💫

ahhhhh lottie’s favorite kink to indulge in is dumbification. she basks in giving overly complicated instructions, knowing you’re bound to mess up. lottie squeezes your cheeks playfully or ruffles your hair. always in a manner to make you feel inferior and submissive to her.

“my dumb little lamb. what am i gonna do with you, hm? everyday you mess up my shake order. no wonder why no one really cares you’re gone. you can’t even do one thing right.”

@pocolottie look what you’ve done to me 😔🫠

[rthornewrites]

I was just recording myself on my phone reading some of my posts, and I always forget how weird my voice sounds when recorded.

[s-4pphics]

let the rain sing. finale (a.a)

wc;cw: 3.1K, dadsbestfriend!abby, lawstudent!oc, large age gap (oc is 25, abby is mid 40s), abby is bi<3, smut MDNI, abby gets imsorry head :/, mentions of prescriptions, depression, loss, therapy, some sad, but also some happy :)

You woke up to Abby’s warm body next to you.

Her arm was thrown over your waist, your back against her chest as she inhaled her scent in the crook of your neck. She must’ve been awake for a while and didn’t want to wake you up. You arched back to get closer to signal your unrest, and she yanked your body towards hers so your skin was mashed together. You released a content sigh and melted into her mattress. 

Your eyes fluttered back shut until she started kissing your neck. They were slow and gentle, but they made your stomach turn despite your exhaustion. You never thought you would be tolerant of somebody interrupting your rest. 

Her hand was soft as it massaged your hip, slowly moving up your side with delicate squeezes before reaching around to cup your breast. You whimpered into her pillow when she played with your nipple, twirling and pulling at the soft skin. Your hand came from under the pillow, landing atop hers. She released the grip she had on your chest, and you laced your fingers with hers. You could feel her shuddering breath against your neck when her hand squeezed yours. 

You exhaled heavily and dropped her grasp, reaching to grab the back of her neck to pull her down to connect your lips. She whined at the feel of your mouth on hers, lips molding against each other at a slow pace. The sun wasn’t even up yet. 

You waited for her to make a move and touch you, but she wouldn’t. She just… kissed you. 

The movement of her lips was soft. Needy, but not demanding like last night. Your heart was skipping miles per minute. 

You don’t know how long you kissed for, but your neck started hurting after a while. You quickly separated and flipped to face her, and she didn’t hesitate to hold you close and kiss you again. 

She caressed your face like you were made of glass, her tongue gliding against yours. You swung your leg over her waist and pushed her flat onto the mattress, climbing on top of her and attacking her jaw. She gasped when you sucked under her ear, on her lobe, down her neck again. 

You kissed your way down her body, licking over her nipples. Her hand came up to the back of your head to pull you closer, whimpering when you nipped the skin with your teeth. You gave her a soothing suck before making your way down her stomach. 

Abby’s legs fell open the closer you got to her dripping pussy. You dragged your tongue over her abs before kissing her hips, grabbing her thighs to lift them over your shoulder just how she likes.

You kissed and sucked on the taut muscles of her legs, leaving bruises on her soft skin. They were visible even in the dark. 

You felt around, sliding your hand down her thigh until you grazed the wetness of her pussy. She moaned when your index finger rubbed her clit slowly, the squelchy sounds of her pussy filling your ears. You spread her soaking lips apart and licked a trail from her entrance to her clit, making her whine your name.

Your core squeezed at the sound before your lips closed around her clit. Her hips bucked into your face, and you used all your strength to hold them down so you could tongue her properly. 

Your wet muscle massaged over her throbbing bud over and over again, each pulse forcing another out of you. Her hand returned to hold you down, her scent surrounding you completely. 

“Feels s’fucking good— “

Her voice was slurry and thick, and you moaned into her pussy. Her moans increased, her breaths jerky and quick as her orgasm quickly approached. Her nails dug into your scalp and her thighs tensed under the squeeze of your hands, mumbling m’close, baby!

Your tongue flicked on her clit faster, alternating between shoving inside her and sucking her clit until she cried out your name. 

You pushed your tongue past her entrance and rubbed her clit with your thumb, her body wracking under yours as she squealed in pleasure. Her juices pooled on your tongue, and you swallowed it all happily, letting her ride out her pleasure on your face. 

She sounds as sweet as she tastes, and she’s gorgeous when she cums. 

You lapped at her clit until she went limp, her chest rising and falling from her heavy breaths. You kissed her still pulsing bud one last time before kissing up her body gently. You pecked her neck and straddled her, pressing a kiss on her lips. Her features were barely visible, but you noticed that she couldn’t meet your eyes. She just… gazed at the ceiling. 

You didn’t press, plopping your head down in the crook of her neck, relaxing your weight completely. Her soft hands tickled your spine. 

Your heart dropped when she whispered to you. 

M’not doing good. 

… Do you wanna talk about it? 

I’m still tired, she huffed. 

Alright, you whispered back. 

You were met with Abby’s resting face when you woke up again. 

Abby slept like a doll. Her floral-scented hair was spread out on her satin pillows, the fat of her cheek squished against the cushion as she breathed gently and deeply. This was the calmest you’ve ever seen her. All the stress was gone from her face with every small twitch of her nose, every flutter of her eyelids. She was dreamlike in her dream state. 

You gently brought your hand up from under the blankets to rub your eyes before removing the blankets from over you. You climbed out of her bed and grabbed the longue shirt that she draped over the bedpost, throwing it over your head and exiting her room to travel down the stairs. 

You walked over to the coffee table that still held the discarded wine glasses and your phone. Your screen was filled with messages and missed calls from your parents. A heavy sigh left you as you plopped down on Abby’s sofa, redialing your dad’s line. 

It rang a few times before your father’s chipper tone blasted through your device. 

“And where the hell have you been!” 

You sunk deeper into the sofa, “I’m sorry! I got caught up— “

“And that’s fine! But tell us when you have things to do! You know how your mom is!” 

You rolled your eyes at his tone, “I’m sorry. Tell her it was my bad— “

“Baby… have you been sleeping?” 

All the wind in your body left you. You froze and gripped your phone tighter. 

“Yeah… why?” 

“I went to pick up your prescription and the dosage is higher— “

“Did y’all snoop through my— “

He tsked at you, “Nobody snooped in anything, first of all. Who pays the bills again?” 

You rubbed your temples. Thank god you were rested, “… Y’all do, but still—” 

His tone sharpened, “Still nothing. Why didn’t you tell us?” 

“… I don’t know,” Why was getting scolded by your father always the worst form of punishment?  

“Why didn’t you tell us,” He pressed. 

You said nothing, and he sighed. 

“Come home. We needa talk about it.” 

You resigned with a long exhale, “Okay… Are you mad at me?” 

He huffed lightly, “No. Mom is though.” 

Your head fell back on the couch and picked at your nails, “I’m never gonna hear the end of this.” 

“Good. We love you.” 

“I love y’all too. I’ll be home soon.” 

“Alright. Bye baby.” 

“Bye.” 

You hung up and tossed your phone beside you. You dug your palms into your eyes; You already have so much work to do when you get home, and now your parents wanted to have an intervention. 

“Hi.” 

You jumped at Abby’s voice from behind you, turning to look at her. She looked fucking adorable with her scattered locks and wrinkly t-shirt, “Morning.” 

You noticed her nervously fiddling as she stood by the staircase, her expression downcast.

“… Was that him?” 

Your heart sunk, your nails digging into the couch. 

“Y-Yes.” 

She nodded before making her way around the couch to sit next to you. She swallowed harshly before talking. 

“I think we should talk.” 

She turned to face you, her expression soft and… concerned. Fear rushed through you, but you nodded anyway. 

“Can I… Do you still have that mint and chamomile tea?” 

A small, but gorgeous smile grew on her face. 

“Course I do.” 

After Abby washed your wine glasses and heated a kettle on the stove, she returned to her designated seat and ate with you. You didn’t know she baked; She made excellent blueberry coffee cake!

You both ate and sipped in comfortable silence, your body calming from the temperature of the tea. You placed your empty dish next to Abby’s on the cleared table and took a deep breath. 

Abby’s tender voice melted the quiet in the room. 

“Did I do good on the cake?” 

You smiled weakly, “Did great on the cake, Abigail.” 

Instead of gracefully accepting the compliment like always, she just sat, unmoving. You could tell something was making her uneasy, but you waited for her to start. 

“I, um… I’m gonna start therapy.” 

You turned to look at her; She was staring forward, but her eyes were flicking around nervously, a sorrowful expression on her face. That… this was great news! You’re ecstatic for her! 

So why did she look so terrified? Why were you nervous? You weren’t sure what to say. 

“I know this morning— this whole thing was all my fault, and I should’ve never kissed you that night…” she waved her hands around to emphasize her words, and your eyes shut in resignation. 

I can't see you anymore. 

“We can’t… I can’t do this again,” her whisper cracked under her stress, and your heart split in half. Tears welled in your eyes, but you didn’t understand why. You understood that you and Abby could never be together the second you two kissed, so why did it feel like you were underwater, never to resurface again? Her breathing was getting heavier as her hand came up to grab her shirt. 

“I’m sorry but I can’t, I-I can’t, I don’t know what to do with myself. I’ve always tried to do good by h-her on my own and I can’t anymore. I don't even know who I am, I need— “

You threw your arms around Abby and pulled her closer, and she broke completely in your arms. She released loud sobs into your shoulder, her body jerking with the force of her cries. She hollered and wailed, and you let her, whispering how she was going to be okay. How everything would turn out okay for her. Even more so now that you wouldn’t be in the picture. 

Every bit of remorse that you tried to hide for these last months came crashing down onto your shoulders, and you could only cry with her. You could’ve spent all these wasted moments listening, talking, laughing with her, but you chose to be unkind and drain an incredible person of all her selflessness. Your father would be so disappointed in you. 

And now you had to let Abby go. For her sake. You refused to be selfish with her any longer. 

Returning home was strange. 

Your once safe space became a reminder of all your mistakes in less than an hour. Looking into your father’s deep eyes was no longer the joyful experience it once was. It terrified you to face him. 

You sat in the front seat of your car with an empty, scared soul. You knew you made the right decision by departing, but what would come of it? You’re supposed to continue to see her through your parents, pretend that you don’t ache for her presence, and eventually live life without her? Maybe reconnect years down the line and finally be happy? You were so unsure. 

You turned your car off and exited, walking onto your front porch, and unlocking the door. 

Your parents were already sitting comfortably on the couch, sipping their coffee. You hoped they didn’t ask about your disheveled appearance. 

“Hey, baby. Come sit.” 

Your father pointed towards the lounge chair that Abby sat in when you first met her—

You sighed and waddled over to the seat, plopping down and picking up the tea your parents made you. You took a sip; Abby’s was better. You should’ve accepted when she first offered you some. You’re selfish, you’re selfish, you’re selfish—

“Honey? You okay?” 

You nodded and sipped before setting your mug on the coaster. You looked at your mother, who seemed just as concerned as your father, you assumed. You couldn’t look at him. 

“When was the last time you slept properly?”

Your father sighed, and your eyes watered. You swallowed harshly and looked down. 

“I don’t remember.” 

“And you chose not to say anything because?” 

“I thought I could handle it myself,” you tried to hide your voice crack with a cough. 

“Look at me, honey.” 

You shook your head at your dad’s beckoning, his voice sweet as always. You tried so hard not to cry. 

“I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you, I didn’t think I could— “

Your sob cut you off before you could say anything too loosely, and your parents instantly surrounded you, crouching down to your height and taking you into their arms. You cried into your father’s shoulder exactly like you used to when you were left in dark rooms by yourself as a child, releasing all your withheld feelings that crept up on you during your drive back. 

“We didn’t know it affected you this much, honey. We’re so sorry.” 

You shook your head in the crook of your father’s neck at his coos, slowly calming at the feel of his hand rubbing your back as your mom kissed your head.

You snottily mumbled, “Can you g-guys come to the doctor with me?”

“Course, baby, we’ll go first thing tomorrow, okay?” 

You huffed, “I still gotta write— “

“That’s your damn problem!” your dad scolded. “You work too damn hard, you and your mom are the same, I swear to god.” 

You laughed when your mom sucked her teeth. It’s that damn phone! 

You were definitely going to need a higher prescription to get through the rest of the term. You would never be able to forget the grace that Abby gave. The only thing you could hope for now is that she does the same for you on her journey. 

Abby always forgets how miserable she is until the holidays come. 

She always felt like her life was moving in a circular motion around her daughter’s spirit: every aspect of her identity became void when Mya passed. She never was able to wake up, eat, be in a stable, loving relationship without guilt swallowing her whole. What parent has the audacity to continue their lives without their child in mind? A terrible one. 

She met you during a strange period of her life. The small bubble she created for herself was being protruded by her own vile thoughts of herself, her ex-husband, her family, and she was desperate to forget everything that attempted to suffocate her. You looked so gorgeous under the rain, and she couldn’t stop herself from kissing you in your parents’ garage. 

From that point on, she used you, just like you used her. That bubble slowly began to reform every time she saw you; her control was coming back inch by inch. She felt it whenever she touched you, only for her walls to come crashing down every time you left. 

She never realized how awful it felt to be used so selfishly until you fought. It was like looking into a cracked mirror. 

When you left that day, she spent some time in isolation. She stopped going to work, stopped answering your father’s calls and invitations, she almost blocked her ex-husband for the billionth time. She didn’t expect ignoring your apologies to hurt as much as it did. She never found pleasure in being malicious (minus her husband). 

Her decision to finally go to therapy did not go smoothly. She woke up in a fit of anxiety one night, her chest feeling like it was about to burst open so her heart could take off into the dark night, images of her daughter’s deceased body dominating her cerebral. It was tortuous and made her vomit all over her hardwood, so she made a life-changing phone call that night. 

Conversations with her ex never went smoothly after the divorce, but it went south much faster when Abby suggested to get therapy together. He yelled and cursed at her before hanging up, but she felt oddly comforted. She tried for the last time, and that was that. She blocked him after. 

Abby never expected to see you after the Christmas party, and she damn sure never expected to see you cry over her. It broke her heart, but she didn’t know how to make it better, so you had sex. Again. She hated how much you reminded her of her ex. 

She knew that morning would be the last time, and you accepted her decision in silence. You left as quiet as always, and Abby cried herself back to sleep on the couch. She felt surprisingly light when she woke up in the middle of the night. 

Her first group session was gut-wrenching; So many parents with days — years filled with devastation and heartbreak, having no other choice but to turn to others for comfort. Losing a child was a unique loss, according to their therapist. 

Attending became easier after the first two weeks, and she looked forward to them after a month. For the first time in years, she laughed during the rainy spring. 

She never failed to ask about you during her shared shifts with your dad. She was elated when she found out that you finally—after months of trying— found a prescription that fits your needs. He even showed her pictures from your cap and gown fitting. 

She was proud of you. You were going to accomplish what she couldn’t, and she wished you the best. 

The only downside was the summertime. She hated when the sun shined on her; Nothing brought her comfort like the misty clouds. 

Abby never expected to anticipate the rain, but she was grateful whenever it poured down on her.

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Fries, Goodbyes & The Rest Of Our Lives

Summary: Being stood up isn’t always a bad thing. 

Warnings/Genre etc.: Fluff, lousy singing. 

W/C: 2k

Pairing: Rooster x Fem!Reader (you - no descriptions of body type or ethnicity).

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