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woso-dreamzzz · 1 year ago

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End of the World

Katie McCabe x Child!Reader

Summary: Your world ends

Your whole world ends on a rainy May day.

Ma comes home in a burst of wild energy. She dismisses your babysitter and immediately starts packing a bag for you.

"Ma?" You say softly," What's wrong?"

She looks sad and angry and so, so tearful. "Nothing," She says, holding your little hand in hers," We're...We're just going away for a bit."

You look behind her like you expect Mammy to appear. "With Mammy?"

Ma shakes her head. "No. Just me and you."

You're confused about that. You never go anywhere without both of them and it scares you. Still, Ma packs your bag and she's just put on your shoes when the front door is opened.

Mammy is soaked to the bone from the rain and she glares at Ma.

They've been arguing a lot lately when they think you're sleeping in bed. It's scary. They yell at each other like they yelled at you when you tried to touch the hot grill last summer at a barbeque.

They square up to each other and you glance between them.

No words are said until Ma holds your hand and tries to take you.

Mammy puts a firm hand on your shoulder so you can't follow. "No," She says firmly," She stays here."

Ma scoffs. "She's my kid too, Katie."

"This is her home."

"This was my home!"

They start arguing again and Mammy's hand stays firm on your shoulder.

"I'll be back," Ma says, crouching down to your height," I love you. I'll see you real soon."

You're crying. You don't understand what's going on. Ma and Mammy never argued like this. They never screamed at each other before.

But now Ma's leaving and Mammy keeps you firm against her so you can't run up to the front windows to see Ma drive away.

Mammy describes it to you as a breakup later that night as you lay on her chest after sobbing your heart out for hours. It's a bit like how your friend's parents got divorced but it's called a breakup because Ma and Mammy aren't married.

Mammy gets the house...and you.

Well, she mostly gets you. Every two weeks, you go to Ma's and hang out with her and her new teammates.

But, mainly, Mammy has you.

She said that she's going to make this transition easy for you but you don't know what that means. You don't understand what any of this means until Caitlin comes to your house.

You know of Caitlin from a distance. She plays with Mammy and her name is banned in Ma's new house but you've heard Ma and Auntie Shebahn discuss her when you were meant to be sleeping.

Mammy talks about her a lot now that it's just you and her. You don't know why and you definitely don't like it. Mammy used to talk about Ma like that.

Caitlin comes to your house one evening when you're meant to have already been tucked up in bed. You linger at the top of the stairs, peering around the wall to see Mammy greet Caitlin at the door.

They talk softly so you can't really hear but then your heart shatters when Mammy kisses her.

She's meant to only kiss Ma like that.

"We've got a shadow," Caitlin whispers against Katie's lips, nodding to where she can just about make out you peeking down the stairs.

Katie sighs, pulling away and smiling fondly in your direction. "Hey, you're meant to be in bed."

You don't say anything. You don't say a lot to her nowadays. You've retreated into yourself since she and Ruesha broke up. It's not at all surprising when you approach silently.

You don't get very close, not even to Katie. You just close the gap a little bit but don't fully come off the stairs.

You look very unnerved and Katie tries to diffuse the situation before you start crying again. You may not talk a lot but you definitely cry a lot more than before.

Katie kneels down in front of you, reaching out for your hand but you pull away. "You've met Caitlin before, haven't you? She's going to hang out a bit with me while you're sleeping. Do you want to say goodnight?"

You just turn on your heels and run up the stairs.

Katie sighs, rubbing at her temple. "Sorry," She says to Caitlin," About her. She's still adjusting."

"It's fine," Caitlin says," She's little. She probably doesn't understand what's going on. One day, you and Ruesha are still together and taking her to the park and the next...Her whole world ends. It'll be difficult."

"I..." Katie falls back onto the sofa and buries her head in her hands. "I don't know what to do. She's completely shut down. I just worry that she'll stay that way forever."

"She won't," Caitlin says," Maybe sit her down and talk? I don't know. I've never really interacted with kids this little."

Katie sighs and stands again. "I'm...I'm going to put her to bed. Feel free to raid my cupboards for food."

It's quick work, getting up the stairs and into your room. You're not in bed but rather the little tent Rue set up in the corner of your room. Katie's found you in that a lot recently.

You flick your little torch on and off a few times to acknowledge she's in your room but don't make any noise otherwise.

Katie crawls in with you. "Heya, kiddo," She says," You're meant to be sleeping right now. How about we get back into bed?" She offers you her hand.

You don't take it.

Katie drops her hand and sighs. "You know, this wasn't how I wanted you to meet Caitlin. We were gonna go to that little bakery you like, the one with the frosted cookies. You still like them?"

You give no answer.

"Sorry." She shakes her head. "I know this is difficult. I know that everything's gone wrong. I...I'm trying to make it better. How can I make it better? What do you need? Toys? Money? How about some takeout? We can order some now and you can stay up past bedtime and we can watch that super cool new Scooby Doo episode."

For a moment, Katie's worried you're not going to speak again.

"Want-Want Ma."

Your voice is tiny and quiet and breaks her heart. Her face falls.

"Sorry, kiddo. I can't get you Ma."

You burst into tears.

Katie draws you into her arms even as you beat at her with your tiny fists. "No! Want Ma! Want Ma!"

"I know, I know." She gets up and begins to pace, rocking you softly. Rue was always better at calming you down than her. She was the fun mum, the one that snuck you food and took you out to the park. Rue was the mum that soothed you and gave you little kisses on a plaster after you cut yourself.

"Want Ma! Not Caitlin! Ma! Ma! Ma!"

You're getting more and more desperate for Rue and Katie feels like she's going to burst into tears any moment now.

"Ma!" You wail, kicking and screaming until, eventually, you go limp.

It's the worst way for you to go sleep, crying so much that you've exhausted yourself.

Katie can do nothing but stare at your limp body. She wants to put you to bed and tuck you in nice and tight with your favourite teddy bear. She wants to be able to get up in the morning with Caitlin in her bed and you running in to demand breakfast. She wants you to stop being so damn sad all the time as you mourn the loss of hers and Rue's relationship in your own way.

But she can't have any of that.

Your body is completely exhausted and Katie ends up sitting with you cradled in her arms at the top of the stairs.

"Are you okay?" Caitlin asks, sitting a few steps beneath her," Is she okay?"

"No." Katie's voice cracks and she wipes away her tears. "Sorry, I know this isn't what you expected when you came round."

"It's fine," Caitlin says," She's your first priority."

"I-I feel like such a bad mother. I've ruined her entire life."

"Not her entire life," Caitlin corrects," Her whole world is different now. She's going to get better. Just give her time."

"She wants Rue," Katie says," She wants Rue so bad." Rue's contact is open and balanced on her knee. "I always get pictures of her being happy with Rue. She doesn't smile like that with me."

"Katie-"

"Give me a second. I'm...I'm going to call Rue." She slips back into your room, still cradling you close.

You fuss a little in your sleep and Katie holds her breath. You stay asleep though as the ringtone blares in your mother's ear.

"Ruesha? I...I know it's not your week but do you want to see her? She...She's been missing you. Yeah, I can pack her bag. I'll see you in thirty."

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onceonafullmoon · 11 months ago

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Flirtation

Fem! Reader x Isagi

No warnings! Slightly suggestive at the end, takes place well after blue lock, reader is kinda tsundere

“You think you’re cute?” You ask with a faux annoyed look. His grin broadens at your words. "I think you're cute."

“You should carry me.” You say with an overly flirtatious demeanor, fluttering your lashes at the blue haired boy beside you.

It’s said mostly as a joke, a way to fluster him, but you can’t deny the pain shooting through your feet as you navigate the sidewalk in your pretty, but not very efficient, heels.

Isagi doesn’t respond, and for a second you think you might have actually succeeded at flustering him until he suddenly lifts you up into his arms, making you let out an undignified squeak as your hands instinctively grip onto his shoulders.

For a moment, you’re left speechless as he proceeds to maneuver you into a bridal style carry.

You look at him with wide eyes when you eventually settle into place, a nervous laugh bubbling out of you.

“I– uh… you know I was only joking, right?”

“Your feet are blistering.” He responds simply, as if it was only natural to simply lift you in the air over it.

You scoff playfully at him, keeping up your joking demeanor out of nervousness.

“Pshh, no pain no game, I could have handled it, I’m a strong girl.”

“Sure you are. Now can the “strong girl” look me in the eyes?” He asks pointedly, watching as you struggle to maintain eye contact.

Opening your mouth, you try to fish for a comeback that will diffuse the sudden uncomfortable tension that’s arisen between the two of you, but fail to hook one, eventually shutting your mouth in defeat.

Hesitantly, you move your gaze to his only to feel mildly irked when you find him looking back at you with an amused smirk on his face.

You can feel a fluttering feeling rise up within you as Isagi tilts his head closer to yours, his blue eyes shining with mischief.

“You think you’re cute?” You ask with a faux annoyed look.

His grin broadens at your words.

“I think you’re cute.”

“...”

You stare at him in disbelief, your cheeks turning red.

“Fuck you.” You eventually say with a flustered laugh, turning away from his face with reddened cheeks. “Put me down right now so I can shove my foot up your ass.”

He laughs at that, a boyish, carefree chuckle that has your breath momentarily catching in your throat.

“Nah, I don’t think I will.”

As if to punctuate his words, his grip grows ever so slightly tighter as he begins to walk again, not enough to hurt but enough to discourage any struggles you might put up.

Although, truthfully, as embarrassing as the situation was, you don’t think that you could find it within yourself to even try to get out of his arms.

“Whatever, I’ll find my way out eventually, villain.” You respond rather dramatically, willing your blush to die down.

“Me? I’m the villain?” He asks as if affronted, but you don’t miss the way his eyes twinkle in amusement.

“Of course you are, look at you,” You say, gesturing to him with one hand. “stealing away maidens in the dead of night, you ought to be put away.”

Isagi laughs again, and a swell of pride rushes through you at the sound, happy to make him laugh, but still slightly jaded that you can’t seem to fluster him anymore.

“That’s a harsh reading of it, I was under the impression that this was something like “helping a damsel in distress”

“Well, I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but you’re the one putting me in distress.”

He rolls his eyes, but smiles at you.

“I’m alright with being a villain if it means stealing you away.”

“...”

You look at him in a manner almost defeated, knowing that you’ve been bested again.

“You cheeseball, you absolute grilled cheese, goldfish, cheez-it, mozzarella stick, where do you get the right?”

“You should quit while you're ahead (Name).” He says smugly.

“And you should humble yourself.” You say with a mock glare. “Remember where you started from first, because I remember that flustered mess you were on our first date.”

At least he has the gall now to look slightly wounded at your words, although the memory of him literally tripping over himself to impress you is slightly hard to shake even for a bluelock-ified Isagi.

“Alright, alright, you have a point.” He says, eventually letting up on his own, more successful flirting.

“I always have a point.” You say jokingly, slightly eased by the pressure of the growing tension dissipating.

“...Today was fun.” You speak after a while, a smile pulling at your lips. “It was nice spending time with you after all this time.”

“Yeah?” He says, looking at you through his lashes.

“Yeah.” You respond. “I mean, well, don’t get me wrong it's not that I don’t appreciate the time that we did spend together… it’s just…”

“...it’s just?” He prompts.

“...well, it's nice to have you to myself for a bit now that the season’s over.” You eventually confess, a small smile playing on your lips.

He’s silent for a bit then at your words, and when you take the time to look back at him, you're pleasantly surprised to see the sight of the blush you’ve been trying so hard to conjure on his cheeks.

“Seriously?” You can’t help but tease after you snap out of your reverie. “That’s all it took?”

He laughs at that, the sound quiet and light, the type of laugh he lets out when he’s flustered (that you rarely see these days) and it fills you with a sense of pride.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He deflects to which you let a laugh at.

“Sure…” You say teasingly. “Still, it’s nice to see that that same bashful boy at the coffee shop isn’t dead yet.”

“He never died.” Isagi responds with a smile. “He’s just been… preoccupied.”

“Preoccupied with what?”

“With how good you look right now.”

“...go fuck yourself.” You laugh out in a distinctly higher pitch, deliberately turning away to hide your face.

“What? I can’t say my girl looks good?” He goads, and you feel yourself melt despite your best efforts.

(Specifically at the way he emphasizes “my”, but that’s neither here nor there.)

“You know damn well that that’s not the problem.”

“Seems to me like you’re being hypocritical.”

“Yeah, but I’m a cute hypocrite.”

“The cutest.”

“...god damn it.” You groan out in defeat, finally turning to face him. “Fine you win, now leave me alone.”

He smirks then, something smug and predatory that sends your heart racing in a way that you’ve only experienced when reading your romance novels or when with him.

“Nah, I don’t think I will, your reactions are the best part.”

You stare at him, slack jawed for a moment before clearing your throat to weakly respond to him.

“...you need to stop.”

“Do I?” Isagi asks lowly, his breath puffing against your ear making your cheeks heat up to a temperature almost dangerous.

“...You should.” You say eventually, trying to ignore the smugness radiating off of him much like his warmth, which now seems entirely too close and all encompassing.

“Or else what?” He murmurs, his lips brushing up against your ear in a way that has you shifting in his arms to pull away from.

“We’re in public!” You hiss out instead of attempting to formulate a threat, a warning against his hands that seem to be all too eager in their subtle travels squeezing along your waist and thighs.

“And?”

Isagi’s eyes have shifted from that sweet boyish look to something hungrier, something more sinister that sends a shiver down your spine.

“...you need to behave yourself.” You choke out, your eyes refusing to make contact with his.

“And you need to be more convincing.” He coos out in a tone almost condescending. “Eyes on me, pretty girl.”

You bite down the squeak that threatens to bubble up out of your lips and shoot him a wobbly glare that he just laughs at, before letting up slightly on his touches.

“Right, right. I’m sorry.” He says finally.

You relax slightly in his hold, realizing that you’ve been clenching up on instinct, and mutter under your breath. “You should be.”

“I know.” He concedes, giving you a smile before his eyes darken slightly, again leaving you on the precipice of that roller coaster slope.

“But when we get home I hope you know I’m not letting up.” He murmurs in your ear, sending a shiver down your spine in anticipation.

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veillover19 · 5 months ago

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lufykun · 1 month ago

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desillutionbitch · 5 months ago

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Mausoleum of Galla Placidia, Ravenna, 5th century.

Theodosius's daughter, Galla Placidia, is forcibly married to the successor of the Visigoth king Alaric who dies quickly. She was returned to her brother Honorius who married her by force in 416 with a of his generals who dies. From there, she joins Arcadius in Constantinople to escape Honorius who wants to marry her by force. She returns to Ravenna to ensure the regency of her son, the future Valentinian III. She is behind the construction of several buildings in Ravenna.

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kyleoreillylover · 11 months ago

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SamiJey x Fem!Black!Reader Headcannons

Summary: What's it like being in a relationship with Main Event Jey Uso and Sami Zayn?

tagged: @southerngirl41 @venusesworld @jeysbae @reci1996 @tbonesteakwithasideofmashngrav @hope4more @selena-tyler-564 @saintaquarius @whatdoeseverybodywant @raya-hunter01 @afterdarkprincess

word count: 3,563

warnings: nsfw!!

a/n: samiijey brainrot and this is the only way I can cope with it. Hope ya'll enjoy this!

gif credits: samijey on tumblr.

Jey is the most protective out of the three of you. He is a hothead and would die for the people he loves—and you and Sami being his partners means double the protection, double the fierceness. But sometimes, that protectiveness can border on possessiveness, especially when it comes to matters of the heart.

If someone looks at you wrong, or if someone so much as breathes a hint of disrespect towards Sami, Jey's fists are ready to fly. It's both endearing and exhausting, his unwavering loyalty sometimes feeling like a heavy weight to bear. But you wouldn't trade it for anything in the world.

Sami is the calming presence in your relationship, the one who brings a sense of peace and stability amidst the chaos. With his gentle demeanor and soothing words, he has a way of diffusing tense situations and calming the storm within both you and Jey. Sami's strength lies not in his fists, but in his unwavering support and understanding. He's the one who listens intently to your concerns, who offers comfort in times of need, and who never fails to see the good in people, even when it's hard. And you and Jey love that about him.

You are in the middle. If Jey is the fierce protector and Sami is the calming presence, then you are the glue that holds them together. You're the one who keeps the balance, the mediator in their occasional clashes, and the voice of reason when emotions run high. Both men would do anything for you, and you feel the weight of their love and loyalty every day.

Jey and Sami go feral when you wear their merch in the ring. It doesn't even have to be anything revealing, just a simple hoodie with one of their names etched onto it, but the sight of you proudly wearing their merch ignites a fierce sense of pride and possessiveness within them, and trust that they will kiss and be all over you whenever you do, and that you should hope the locker room is empty when you walk in wearing their gear, because they're liable to forget they're in public.

Jey's grills are something you and Sami are obsessed with. Point blank period. Sami will shyly ask him to keep them on during sex or whenever you kiss, but you are more confident about asking him. Most of your conversations about them go like this.

"You better keep those grills on for tonight."

Jey looked at you with a smirk. "Why?"

You smirked back at him. "Because they make you look so damn sexy, that's why."

Jey chuckles, his smirk widening. "Oh, you like that, huh? I can definitely keep them on for you, baby."

Sami blushed furiously at Jey's cocky tone. "Um, yeah, I mean, if you're comfortable with it, I wouldn't mind… I mean, if it's not too much trouble…"

"Don't be shy, baby." Jey smirked at Sami, and you can feel the heat rising in the room as both Jey and Sami's gazes lock onto you, their desire palpable in the air.

"I'm more than comfortable, sweetheart," Jey purrs, his voice low and husky as he steps closer, the glint of his grills catching the light. "Anything to please my two favorite people."

Sami nods, still blushing but unable to hide the spark of excitement in his eyes. "Yeah, I mean… if you want to, Jey. It's… it's really hot."

With a mischievous grin, Jey leans in, his lips hovering dangerously close to Sami's. "What else do you find hot, baby?"

And in that moment, you know tonight is going to be one for the books.

Jey loves to take on the traditional men role in taking care of his partners. Whether it's fixing things around the house, cooking hearty meals, or simply being there to provide a strong shoulder to lean on, Jey embraces his role as the provider with pride. He finds fulfillment in being able to support you and Sami in any way he can, always putting your needs and happiness above his own.

Sami, on the other hand, thrives in the role of the nurturer. He's the one who remembers birthdays and anniversaries, who surprises you with little acts of kindness and affection when you least expect it. Sami's love language is all about showing how much he cares through his actions, whether it's cooking your favorite meal, leaving sweet notes for you to find, or simply holding you and Jey close and whispering words of love and encouragement.

You are the one that ties it all together, balancing the dynamic between Jey's protectiveness and Sami's nurturing nature. While they each have their strengths, you bring your own unique qualities to the relationship. You're the one who plans the adventures, the spontaneous road trips, and the cozy nights in. You're the listener, the problem solver, and the voice of reason when emotions run high. You know just how to calm Jey's fiery temper and reassure Sami's anxious thoughts. You're the one that makes them feel like they don't even have to think when they are with you, because you understand them on a level that no one else does. You take care of the emotional needs of both Jey and Sami, offering them comfort and understanding in times of vulnerability. You're the rock they can always rely on, the constant presence in their lives that brings them stability and reassurance.

Jey is usually on top when you, him and Sami are intimate together. His dominant nature and strength make him naturally gravitate towards that position, and it's not like you or Sami are complaining. If he wants to drive you both crazy, he knows exactly how to do it, his confident demeanor and skilled hands leaving you both craving for more.

But there are times when he's willing to let go of control, to let himself be vulnerable with you and Sami, trusting you both to lead the way and guide him through moments of intimacy with tenderness and care.

Sami, on the other hand, is more fluid in his approach to intimacy. He's not afraid to explore different positions and techniques, always eager to learn and discover new ways to pleasure you and Jey. His sensitivity and empathy make him attuned to your needs and desires, and he takes great pleasure in seeing you both lost in ecstasy under his touch. He loves that you and Jey trust him with your pleasure, trust him to bring you both to new heights of ecstasy and intimacy.

You go on top only when you were in a bratty mood and wanted to tease Jey and Sami a bit. It’s rare, but when it does happen, Jey and Sami find it incredibly arousing and exhilarating. Seeing you take charge and assert your dominance ignites a primal desire within them, and they eagerly surrender to your every whim and command. If you told them to get on their knees and beg, they would do it without hesitation, eager to please you and fulfill your every desire.

"Did I say that you could take your clothes off?" you tease, a playful smirk dancing on your lips as you stand at the foot of the bed, arms crossed over your chest.

Jey and Sami exchange a glance, their eyes dark with desire as they sat on the bed, fully clothed and ready to obey your every command. They're like two eager puppies waiting for their next instruction, and you revel in the power you hold over them in this moment.

"No, you didn't," Jey replies, his voice low and husky, a hint of anticipation laced in his words.

Sami nods eagerly, his cheeks flushed with excitement. "We're sorry, baby. We'll do whatever you say."

You let out a soft chuckle, enjoying the way they hang onto your every word. "Good boys," you purr, stepping closer to them until you're within arm's reach. "Now, strip."

They waste no time in obeying your command, their movements eager and synchronized as they shed their clothes, revealing toned bodies and hungry gazes that send a shiver of anticipation down your spine.

As they stand before you, completely exposed and vulnerable, you feel a surge of power coursing through your veins. It's intoxicating, the way they submit to you so willingly, their desire laid bare for you to see.

With a wicked grin, you circle around them, trailing your fingertips lightly over their skin, reveling in the way they shiver at your touch. They're putty in your hands, ready to be molded and shaped according to your every whim.

"Get on the bed," you command, your voice dripping with authority as you watch them eagerly comply, sinking onto the mattress with a mixture of anticipation and excitement. They lie there, waiting for your next move, their eyes locked onto yours with a hunger that mirrors your own.

You climb onto the bed, straddling Jey's hips while Sami watches with rapt attention, his breath coming in shallow gasps as he waits for his turn. You lean down, capturing Jey's lips in a heated kiss, your hands roaming over his chest as you feel the heat building between you.

Sami shifts beneath you, his arousal evident as he watches the two of you with a mixture of desire and longing. You break the kiss with Jey, turning your attention to Sami as you reach out to stroke his cheek, your touch gentle yet possessive.

"You're next, baby," you whisper, your voice husky with desire as you lean in to claim his lips in a passionate kiss. Sami responds eagerly, his hands tangling in your hair as he pulls you closer, deepening the kiss with a hunger that leaves you gasping for air.

You pulled away when you feel Jey's hands on your hips, his touch grounding you as he pulls you back towards him, his own desire evident as he presses his lips against your neck, leaving a trail of fiery kisses in his wake.

"You," You turned to Jey, and he automatically lifts his head, his gaze locking onto yours with a mixture of passion and longing. "Yes, baby?" he murmurs, his voice low and husky with desire.

"You're going to watch and kiss me," you continue, your tone firm but playful as you shift your position, straddling Sami's hips instead. "And you're going to enjoy every moment of it."

Jey's eyes widen with anticipation, a spark of excitement igniting in their depths as he watches you with eager anticipation. He knows exactly what you have in mind, and the thought alone sends a shiver of anticipation down his spine.

Sami looks up at you with a mixture of surprise and arousal, his hands trembling as they come to rest on your hips. "Are you sure?" he asks, his voice barely more than a whisper as he searches your face for any sign of hesitation.

You meet his gaze with a playful smirk, your eyes alight with mischief as you lean in to press a teasing kiss to his lips. "I'm sure," you purr, your voice dripping with confidence as you reach down to guide him inside you."Now, get ready for the ride of your life."

The cheat code to making any one of you succumb to your whims was either biting or teasing. Jey couldn't resist a playful nibble on his earlobe, his neck, or his lower lip. It sent shivers down his spine and awakened a primal need to possess and protect you, to show you just how much you belonged to him.

Sami, on the other hand, melted under the gentle touch of your fingers tracing patterns along his skin, teasing him with feather-light caresses and whispered promises of pleasure. His breath hitched, his heart raced, and he surrendered himself completely to the intoxicating sensation of your touch.

You couldn’t resist when Jey would kiss at your neck, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down your skin, leaving a trail of fire in his wake. His hands would roam your body, exploring every curve and dip with a possessive hunger that sent shivers down your spine. You would arch into his touch, your breath coming in ragged gasps as he marked you as his own, leaving love bites and bruises in his wake.

And when Sami whispered sweet nothings in your ear, his voice a soothing melody that wrapped around you like a warm embrace, you couldn't help but melt into him. His hands would caress you with a gentleness that belied the fire burning beneath the surface, his lips trailing soft kisses along your skin as he worshipped you with every touch. His touch was like fire and ice, alternating between scorching passion and soothing tenderness, leaving you breathless and yearning for more.

Jey loved teasing Sami the most. He would playfully taunt him, knowing exactly how to push his buttons in the best way possible. Whether it was poking fun at his blushing cheeks when he would kiss you in public, or teasing him about his affectionate nature, Jey delighted in seeing Sami's reactions, his laughter ringing out like music to his ears. But it was all in good fun, and Jey made sure to shower Sami with love and affection afterwards, his teasing always followed by tender kisses and whispered words of adoration.

When Sami speaks French or Arabic, you and Jey are fucking gone. It's almost comical the way you both practically turn into puddles of goo whenever Sami switches to his native languages. When he makes love to you both, if he speaks French or Arabic, his words take on a whole new level of intensity and passion, igniting a fire within you both that burns hotter than anything you've ever known.

There's something about the way Sami's voice rolls off his tongue in those languages, the way every word drips with emotion and desire, that leaves you both weak-kneed and breathless. It's like he's weaving a spell with his words, drawing you both closer with every syllable until you're lost in a haze of pleasure and ecstasy. It doesn't matter if you understand French or Arabic or not; the sheer power and emotion behind Sami's words transcend language barriers, leaving you and Jey utterly captivated and completely at his mercy.

On the rare occasion that Jey speaks Samoan when he's kissing you and Sami, both of you are equally enthralled, your hearts pounding with a mixture of excitement and desire as Jey's deep, rumbling voice washes over you like a tidal wave. There's something primal and intoxicating about hearing Jey speak in his native tongue, the words flowing effortlessly from his lips as he whispers sweet nothings and declarations of love in Samoan.

If someone flirts with your men, you become a jealous girlfriend, and it's comical the way your usual kind and composed demeanor completely evaporates in the face of jealousy. It's like a switch flips inside you, and suddenly, you're fiercely protective of Jey and Sami, unwilling to let anyone encroach on what's yours. Your jaw clenches, your fists tighten, and a fire ignites in your eyes as you glare daggers at anyone who dares to flirt with your men.

Jey and Sami find it both amusing and endearing, the way you puff up like an angry cat ready to defend its territory. They also get very turned on, and you can expect that you won't be able to walk the next day without feeling the repercussions of their arousal.

You have a tendency to take on too much that it leaves you feeling overwhelmed at times. You're the type who wants to make sure everything is perfect for Jey and Sami, often putting their needs above your own. Whether it's planning elaborate date nights, coordinating their schedules, or just being there for them whenever they need you, you always go above and beyond to ensure their happiness and well-being.

But in doing so, you sometimes neglect your own needs and forget to take care of yourself. You push yourself to the limit, trying to juggle too many responsibilities at once and refusing to ask for help when you need it. You're so used to being the one who holds everything together that you forget it's okay to lean on Jey and Sami for support sometimes, to let them take care of you the way you take care of them. It's something they've noticed and talked to you about, gently reminding you that they're here for you too, that you don't have to bear the weight of the world on your shoulders alone. They want to be there for you, to support you and lift you up when you're feeling down. They want you to know that they love you just as much as you love them, and that they'll always be there for you, no matter what. They'll do small things like bringing you breakfast in bed, running you a hot bath after a long day, or simply holding you close and whispering words of love and encouragement in your ear. They want you to know that you're not alone, that you have them by your side every step of the way.

At your best, you are a thoughtful partner that does everything before anyone can even think of it. You anticipate their needs, their desires, and their wishes, and you go above and beyond to fulfill them. At your worst, you can be stubborn and overly self-sacrificing, refusing to let anyone else bear the burden of your problems or share in your struggles. When you're in struggle mode, you shut off your brain and let Sami and Jey take the lead and make all the decisions.

You feel airy and disconnected, as if you're floating through life without any direction or purpose as Jey and Sami take care of you, make sure you're fed and rested, and gently guide you back to yourself. It's like a puppy that's lost its way, and your partners are the ones patiently leading you back home.

You constantly have to cake your neck with makeup because Sami and Jey always leave marks on it when they get too carried away. You always complain about having to cover up the love bites, but deep down, you secretly love them. They're like little reminders of the passionate moments you share with Jey and Sami, tangible evidence of the love and desire that burns between you. They may leave marks that you have to hide from the rest of the world, but they also leave marks on your heart that no amount of makeup could ever conceal.

Jey is very physically affectionate. His love language is physical touch, and he expresses his affection through hugs, kisses, and cuddles. He's the type of partner who isn't afraid to show his love openly, whether it's holding your hand in public or wrapping you up in a tight embrace when you're feeling down. His touch is warm and comforting, grounding you in the present moment and reminding you of his unwavering devotion. Jey's hugs are like a safety net, a place where you can always find solace and reassurance no matter what life throws your way. And when he kisses you, it's like fireworks exploding in the sky, igniting a spark of passion and desire that burns brighter with each passing moment.

Sami, on the other hand, expresses his affection through acts of service and quality time. He's the type of partner who shows his love through his actions, whether it's cooking your favorite meal, running errands for you when you're busy, or simply spending quality time together doing things you both enjoy. Sami's presence is like a warm blanket on a cold winter's night, enveloping you in a sense of comfort and security that makes you feel loved and cherished. And when he looks at you with those soulful eyes, you can't help but melt under his gaze, knowing that you're the center of his world.

As for you, your love language is a combination of words of affirmation and physical touch. You thrive on verbal expressions of love and appreciation, craving the reassurance that comes from hearing those three little words: "I love you." But you also find solace in physical affection, whether it's a gentle caress or a passionate kiss. You also love gift-giving, and watching your boys' eyes light up when you buy them their favorite limited edition sneakers or surprise them with tickets to their favorite band's concert brings you immense joy.

When it's those long days on the road where all you want to do is curl up into the familiar warmth of your partners' arms, you find solace in the small moments shared between the three of you. Whether it's cuddling together in bed after a long day of traveling, sharing inside jokes and laughter over dinner, driving to the next city with their hands, resting on your thigh, the windows fogged up by some adulterous activities, or simply holding hands as you walk through the bustling streets of a new city, you wouldn't trade your boys for anything for the world. And that was a fact.

And if anyone else had anything else to say about that, they should be prepared for Jey to knock some sense into them. Cause he don't play about the people he loves.

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The more I think about piracy, the more I believe it is the most structurally sound work situation under capitalism.

Every pirate ship was a worker owned company. If you were part of the crew, you were a literal shareholder. You got paid at least one share out of whatever venture you were involved with, and you got to vote on what the ship would do and who would be captain. That's already a pretty ideal situation, but it gets better.

The Captain is paid a double share as the position was seen as difficult and important work. But that is only twice as much as your general crew. Compare that to today's CEO and it's laughable how much more reasonable it is. It goes even further than that though.

The Captain is likely actually working way more than the rest of the crew. Most pirate ships were heavily overstaffed. The general strategy was you would catch up to a prize, board their ship and have like 200 guys. Merchant ships were staffed by capitalists, so they favored lean staffing. They wanted to pay as little wage as possible to maximize profit on the cargo they were transporting. A ship that would be comfortably staffed by 40 was probably being run by 25 to 30. Pirate ships would have way more people, so if they caught up to you there would be absolutely no way you could fight them off.

All of that means pirates didn't actually have to work that hard¹. There were way more people than actual things to do on a pirate ship. Even considering the fact that there is alot to do to keep a ship running, it's diffused over so many people that you really have a lot of down time as a crew. People like the Capitain, the quartermaster, the navigator, the doctor, or the cook all got somewhere between 1.2-2 shares, but they are working so much more than the average buckaneer.

I know some of you must be thinking "well that sounds very nice but the job gets pretty ugly when you're raiding." And the answer there is sort of. Pirates most certainly engaged in some pretty unsavory work and as crew you would be on the front lines of a lot of that. However situations where crew were actually getting in fights and putting their lives in the line were not the norm. A lot of the time pirates were hitting merchant ships, which once again were really understaffed. These people aren't crazy these people are hired to do a job so they're not going to throw their lives away over a couple dozen barrels of coffee or spice. Most of the time a pirate ship would catch up with a merchant ship, raise black flags, and and the captains of each ship would negotiate a surrender. Most of the time pirates were not requesting all of the cargo because the ideal situation is being able to hit the same ship over and over. You want to skim enough cargo that whoever commissioned the merchant ship isn't going to gripe too much about cargo being lost and complain to the navy. That way your crew can have a steady stream of whatever goods coming through to keep your vessel afloat. So most pirate merchant relationships were pretty transactional. The pirates would show up the merchants would give up abortion of their goods and everybody would go on their way.

Which means most of the time your average crew didn't have to do shit!

Pirates also had benefits. Remember when I mentioned you were going to be paid out "at least" one share? Well, if you lost a limb or something in the line of duty you would be afforded bonus shares to compensate the loss. They had entire systems of calculating disability compensation based on what injuries could be expected and how they saw it affecting your life. So if something bad did happen, you'd have pay to cover it.

It gets even better than this. The name "buckaneer" comes from "barbacoa" which was a type of mobile grill that was popular aboard ships². The folks who sailed were so commonly associated with these grills that people created a nickname for the profession based on the grills they used all the time. You'd see a privateer or a pirate at Port Royal and go "oh look, it's one of those guys who barbecues all the time."

Also, they were fucking queer. You've probably already heard that the term "matey" was a form of piratical gay marriage. If you designated someone else on the crew as your mate, if you died your share would go to them. I have to acknowledge that there is a slight chance that this isn't a 100% gay practice, there are conceivably reasons that someone might identify another person as their mate that doesn't have to do with romance or sex. Not a lot of pirates were literate and not many of them kept records of day-to-day life that really survived for historians to document. We can guess but in most circumstances we don't know for sure. But come on, grow the fuck up. These seadogs were banging.

Piracy and the type of sailing adjacent to piracy was a way for a person to make a life for themselves very far away from most of European society. And because of the way gender roles existed at the time, it's pretty much only men hanging out with men. If you happen to have desires that are unpopular at that time which involve other men, this is a pretty good situation for you.

So yeah piracy is a worker owned endeavor with reasonable compensation for management, benefits, frequent barbecues, and plenty of downtime to have all the queer sex you want.

It's one one those things that only exists because of capitalism, but as a response and a rebuke to it. These were endeavors that were so much more reasonable and fair then the legitimate businesses operating at the time.

And yes there were horrors. There was fighting and killing, torture, and worse. That is what the capitalists and colonizers would like us to remember. These things did really happen. However part of that was an effort to preserve and defend this better life people had made for themselves. To keep it alive inspire of the corporations and nations who would exploit or destroy their way of life.

So yeah, there was a lot about piracy that was violent and fucked up. But the truly wild thing is that it probably made more sense for the people involved then whatever you do right now. The next time you get bummed about your job or place in the world remember that piracy makes more sense.

Then go eat some barbecue and have queer sex.

¹This means in OFMD when Izzy was being a little piss baby about the Stede's crew not working hard enough he was 1000% wrong that's how the vast majority of pirates live their lives.

²Worth mentioning that these grills were originally used by native people, so this cool thing was adopted/appropriated by sailors. It did not originate with them.

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