#she's even like 'on your knees' and he starts to kneel and she goes woah cowboy i was just joshing you!
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coquelicoq · 10 days ago
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wan'er is having so much fun roleplaying The Empress Dowager and The Eunuch. love that for her.
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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 3 years ago
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Hi! I saw prompt #196 and damn, I couldn't stop thinking about Andy 🥴
I hope this isn't too out there hahaha.
Work It Out
Warnings: implied noncon, cheating, two faced Andy
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You hate everything. It feels like no matter what you do, you can't win. You're starving, you're sore, and exhausted. And the scale hasn't ticked a single number down. You were trying everything those fad diets and fitness guides told you. You just couldn't seem to shed the extra pounds.
Your days at the gym grew no less uncomfortable as you look around and see enviable bodies, younger, older, all of the above. Every body that wasn't yours.
You turn up the belt until you're jogging, almost too fast until you're sure you'll fall on your face. You try to meter your pants and keep from hanging your mouth open, instead puffing through your nose. 
You wipe your forehead and feel a trickle of sweat on your lip as you brace the metal handbars and keep your feet moving. You bat away droplets with your lashes and flick away that on your lip with your tongue. You shakily pull on your shirt to air out the dampness and nearly stumble.
“Did you just look me up and down and bite your lip?" The deep voice startles you and you clasp tightly to the machines as your soles crash down clumsily, "Cause if you did, we’re having sex right now.”
You saw the man every day as you went to the same treadmill. You would guess he's 40, maybe older, and in peak shape for one half his age. He leans an elbow on your machine as you gape at him and stammer at how he arches a brow. Your grip slips and you go hurtling back as you fall to your knees and fly off the back of the machine.
"Oh shit," you hear him as you catch yourself on your hands and gasp for air, muscles shaking, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to break your concentration."
You hear a beep and the belt stills before he nears you. He kneels down and touches your shoulder as you lift your head.
"I think… um, I misread the situation, I thought you were looking at me," he chuckles nervously, "are you okay?"
"I'm fine," you sit back on your heels and rub your hip, "just mortified."
"I really didn't…" he pauses and drops his hand from your shoulder, "wow, I should be embarrassed. These last two weeks I thought… well I thought you were looking at me and, geez, that guy on the lift machine must have thought I was winking at him."
"I don't know--" you touch your chest as you catch your breath, "what?"
"Can't blame a guy for trying," he shrugs and stands up, offering his hand, "get a bit carried away watching you… that sounds weird, I'm sorry."
You take his hand and let him pull you up. You nod and smile awkwardly. "I'm flattered," you say thinly, "but… what would your wife think?"
You let go of his hand and look pointedly at his ring. He gives a tight-lipped smile and sucks his teeth, "separated… I just, uh, feel naked without it."
"Oh, sorry," you cringe, "that sounds, uh, complicated."
"Not really, just had to go to a new gym so I didn't see her with the other man," he scoffs, "that's too much information, huh?"
"You know, you just watched me land on my ass, I wouldn't worry about it," you wave him off, "but uh…" you try not to let your eyes drift but they do. He's fit and fine and you can't imagine any woman cheating on him but that ring was a problem, "look, I do mean it, it's flattering but I'd rather wait until you can take the ring off. It's… not something I wanna step in, you know?"
"Makes sense," his smile fell, "so…" he wiggles the ring off and tucks it into his pocket.
"Um," you look around but no one else seems to notice you or the man.
"Oh uh that was just an awful line," he shakes his head, "we can start with drinks."
You squint at him and bite your lip. His eyes follow and you make yourself stop.
"That's so hot," he says, "you sure you weren't looking at me?"
"You sure you were looking at me?" You counter, "uh, a drink sounds… fine but I might stick to water, as you saw I'm not great on my feet."
"Sure, I gotta finish my cool down but do you know The Frog?"
"Yeah, just down the block," you fill in.
"I'll be there at…" he checks his apple watch, "seven? Can I expect you?"
"Mhmmm," you nod nervously, half disbelieving and half humiliated.
"Andy," he offers his name and his hand. You shake it and give your own. 
He winks and you try to hold a smile. You watch him go back to the weight bench before you retrieve your water bottle and retreat. You could hit the shower before the bsr and at least save a little face.
💪
You walk into the bar before you can lose your nerve. You look around in the dim light, certain this is a cruel trick. That man could not be interested in you. Even if he was halfway a divorce, it was too good to be true. You won't be surprised if you're stood up.
"Hey," you see the wave of the hand and hear the half shout. 
You let out your breath and cross to the tall table in the corner. You smile and climb up on the stool across from Andy. He returns the gesture and looks over as a server approaches.
"Are we finally ready?" She asks sweetly.
"Stella," he orders and nods at you. You order a diet coke and the server smiles at Andy before she walks away. 
"I hope you weren't waiting long," you say. 
"Nope," he says coolly, "you know, one drink couldn't hurt. It might ease the sting a little from earlier too."
"Hmm," you grin sheepishly, "there's not enough gin in the world for that."
"Oh, a gin girl, I'll keep that in mind," he smirks, "so how was the rest of your work out?"
"A work out," you scoff, "I thought exercise was supposed to be relaxing."
"Certain kinds are more effective," he lifts a brow and you roll your eyes at the flirty remark.
"Wow, you're such a cheeseball," you giggle.
"I'll take it," he says, "I usually get meatball, all brawn no brain."
"That's yet to be determined," you jibe and sit back as the server returns with your drinks and you thank her. 
"No pressure," he says dryly, "none at all."
You laugh again. This Is easier than you expect. You've never been the smoothest and he was probably the best looking guy you ever talked to. No guy with his eyes and his jawline saw you past the skinny blondes and stunning insta models.
You lose track of time and finish your drink. You excuse yourself to the bathroom and only then realise how Andy's progressively shifted his stool around so he's right beside you. You need to take a breath. 
You feel lighter when you come out from the bathroom and pass another woman on her way in. You slow as you get to the bar as you find Andy with his phone to his ear. You near quietly, hoping not to disturb his call.
"No, I'm still at the office," he says, "yeah… no I forgot to grab the dry cleaning, Laurie. Tomorrow, okay? Right, bye, hon."
He hangs up and you realise he's lying to the woman on the phone and you. You brush by his seat and grab your purse from the back of the chair where you slung it.  He flinches as you pull out your wallet.
"So Laurie, that your wife?" You pick through your bills, "doesn't sound like you're separated."
"Woah, come on, let me explain," he tries to push your wallet away and you toss a five on the table, the tip would be as much as the drink itself.
"Explain what?" You rolls your eyes and scowl, "I'm so stupid."
You storm away and hear him shuffle before his stool wobbles and his steps follow you out into the night. He catches your arm and pulls you back before you can hail a cab.
"Look, I…" he drops his head, "we may as well be separated okay? She hasn't touched me in over a year, I sleep on the couch in my office… all we do is fight."
"So? Either get counselling or cut ties, but I'm not fucking with a married man--"
"I… I'm waiting until my son goes to college," he says desperately as you shrug him off.
"And in the meantime what? You pick up fat girls at the gym to fill the void--"
"You're the only girl--"
"Besides your wife," you spit, "wow, I feel special."
You turn and try to raise your hand. It's caught in mid air and you're pulled back by the back of your shirt. You look around but you're too far down for the bouncer to see you and there's no one else passing by. 
Andy's thick arm snakes around your neck and his bicep pushes your chin up. He drags you around the corner and forces you toward an SUV. You bring your feet up and hit the side with your soles.
"The fuck?"
"Please, don't act like I'm not doing you a favour, honey," he gropes your ass as you struggle with him.
"Get off," you grunt as his hand slips over your hip and he turns you as he rips the door open. 
"Shhh," he pushes you up into the back seat and you slip down on the floor.
You push yourself up and huff on your stomach. You reach to the other door as he climbs in behind you and the doors click as you grab the handle. He straddles your ass as his hand covers your mouth and he bends over you. 
He presses his cheek to your temple and hushes you again. You see the shadows of pedestrians and their voices as they pass just outside. You murmur into his palm and claw at the door helplessly. Their steps fade into the distance as Andy grinds his crotch against your ass.
"Honey," he growls through his teeth, "I know you were looking at me…"
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pitaparka · 5 years ago
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a friend in need is a friend indeed
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request: would you ever write a reader/jj/john b three way? only write what ur comfortable with. i love reading your stuff!!!!
summary: reader, jj, and john b. are drunk. really drunk. handsome teenage boys make for fun parties and willing threesomes.
pairings: jj maybank x reader, john b. x reader
word count: 2.3k
warnings: unprotected sex, protected sex, vaginal sex, male on female oral sex, female on male oral sex, drunk sex
a/n: dont have unprotected sex :(  i hope every time you think of having unprotected sex, you picture your own conception. i’d also like for people to know i write outer banks, marvel, star wars, and more! i’m still taking requests, so maybe send in an ask for an idea you’ve had in your head for a while? and we can be friends? okay, big love. later!
The alcohol was overkill. She had to admit.
It’s why she was holed up in some random boy’s kitchen, house party ensuing around her as she macked on JJ.
Her arms fit perfectly around his waist in the bright fluorescent light of the kitchen. Their lips work together, sloppy and inexperienced, but full of nerves and nerve endings that send electricity through their veins.
John B. watches from the doorway.
JJ’s hands move from her waist down to her ass, squeezing for his own pleasure. She smiles into the kiss.
“What’s up, guys?” John B. interrupts. He seemed perturbed more than angry. 
She pulls away from JJ, but keeps her arms around his neck.
“I can smell the alcohol on you,” he says, smiling at her. He moves closer to them, the loud music from the living room making it hard to hear. There are people around them too, talking obnoxiously.
“You know what would be great right now?” She says, and John B. squints at her.
“What?” He says, giving in to his curiosity. The beer he’s holding is cold and sweaty in his warm hand.
JJ leans over, her arms still around his neck, to take a sip from a red solo cup.
“Just, like… sex. Good sex.” She complains, and JJ almost chokes.
“You’re crazy.” Says John B., but he’s not entirely sure she’s kidding.
“No, she’s drunk,” argues JJ hypocritically. 
“Would you guys fuck me?” she asks, and both of their eyes widen. Before they can say anything, she reveals, “I’d trust you guys to fuck me. You seem like you’d be a nice fuck.”
JJ leans in, and says just loud enough for John B. to hear, “We could always find out?”
She gasps and pulls away from him, laughing loudly, smile wide.
John B. licks his lips and places his beer down on the kitchen counter. 
“Not now,” he says, significantly less drunk than the other two.
“Where’s your boyfriend?” JJ asks, and she grabs John B. by the arm, interlocking them.
“Right here,” she sings sweetly, and John B. doesn’t pull away.
“Oh, I’m your boyfriend now? What happened to that other guy?” He questioned, and she blushed into his shoulder.
JJ gives John B. a look.
She smiles sweetly up at him.
“Would you fuck me, John B?” She asks again, and John B. hates that he can feel himself getting a little aroused.
He huffs at her. “Not here,” he replies, and she whines.
“Aw, John B., don’t be like that.” She pouts dramatically.
“I’ll have JJ do it then,” she says, reaching out for JJ. He sandwiches her between the two and she leans her head back against JJ’s chest. His hands are on her waist again and she feels him move to the music against her. She leans up and kisses John B. on the chin.
“No you won’t,” John B. clarifies, and he pulls her closer to him, so that JJ glares, and moves closer.
“You both are drunk,” he says, only on his second beer. The folding table in the living room has different ‘levels’ of alcohol, each increasing in strength with color. He swore he’s seen JJ with at least three different colored cups in the time they’ve been there. Which hasn’t been long. 
“No, no, I’ll…” she starts, but giggles, distractedly.
“I’ll let the both of you… do it.” She states coyly.
“ But you have to do it together,” she smiles, and the boys look at each other.
“No way,” John B. says, bluntly, arms crossed over his chest.
JJ stares at him.
“I just won’t look. It’s not like I haven’t seen your dick before,” he argues, and John B. is not drunk enough for this. 
JJ definitely is.
“It’d be really hot, John B.,” she encourages.
“No. I’m not gay.” He says, finally. 
“Neither am I, but she’s offering, bro,”
“It’s not gay, if it’s in a three way,” JJ sings horribly and lowly to John B. She giggles at them, and rubs her hand slowly up and down John B.’s arm. 
He sighs loudly.
“I’m not touching your dick, JJ, so don’t even think about it,” 
“I don’t want to touch your dick!” JJ cries, and people around him glare at the outburst. John B. shushes him.
“Is that a yes?” she asks, and John B.’s shoulders fall as he pinches his nose.
“Yeah. I guess.” He agrees, and she lets out an excited moan that shouldn’t make him so hot and bothered, but it does.
“Yay! Come on, come on,” she encourages, and both boys are following her into some poor soul’s bedroom. It’s definitely the bedroom of a teenage boy, bare and brightly lit by a red neon playboy sign. The full sided bed has a navy blue comforter and there are trophies that line his dresser. The boys look at each other, taking in the room. She makes no effort to remember it, because she’s already unbuttoning her shorts and collapsing on the half-made bed. Her legs lay off the side of the bed, for easy access of course, and she stretches, hands reaching up for the pillows haphazardly thrown at the head of the bed. Her shirt rolls up a little, and she rubs her hands over her skin, playing with the hem of it. 
She finds it funny that though he was reluctant, John B is the first one to strip down to his briefs, and she can see his half hard-on. He goes to take himself out, ready to peel her out of her remaining clothes, but she has other ideas.
“No no, not yet.” she says, and she sits up. She grabs John B. by the shoulders, and pushes him down to his knees. He looks unaware of what she wants him to do. She grabs his hair at the scalp, and slowly tugs him between her legs. He gets the hint, and she watches as John B. wiggles off her shorts and underwear.
JJ fumbles with her bra behind her. She watches these clueless boys with a smile.
He ends up just tugging it over her head and tossing it on the floor along with her other clothes.
She feels John B.’s tongue, abrupt and fast and vastly uncomfortable.
“Woah, slow down there, partner,” she says, and with her hand on his head again, she guides him with slow, stroke strokes of his tongue. 
“Much better,” she encourages, and she lays back, one hand down by her side, the other rubbing small circles into her clit.
She sticks her tongue out for JJ, and he makes quick work of shimmying out of his shorts. He doesn’t even bother taking off his boxers, his member already throbbing hard and pulsing in his hand. He gives it a couple of strokes before guiding onto her lips.
“Ohhh, aw, fuck,” JJ says, her lips and tongue teasing the tip of his cock as John B. gets to work on her entrance. He’s down between her legs, just like she showed him, teasing and licking and kissing as she rubs fast circles with her fingers.
He does something to make her moan, and JJ stops to watch.
“Oh, fuck, John B.,” she whines, “d-do that again,” 
And he complies, fucking his tongue in and out between her velvet folds, head bobbing rhythmically, fast, as she picks up the pace with her own fingers.
JJ decides he wants in on the fun, and he kneels by her head, tilting her neck up to plant firm kisses there, hard enough to bruise.
She lets out breathy gasps at the attention, and it only encourages the boys further. 
John B. grips her hips hard as JJ takes a hand to play with her breasts, nipples peaked and stiff under his heavy touch. Her other hand comes up to cup JJ’s, and he continues his unyielding kisses as she guides him, showing him exactly the amount of pressure she wants. As soon as he’s got it down, he pulls his head away to watch her unravel underneath him. Her head tilts back and she grinds her hips along John B.’s tongue.
There are whimpers from her and wet sounds from John B. and soft panting from JJ as he takes his other hand to rub himself, stroking his cock leisurely. 
“Oh my god, this is better than porn,” JJ comments, but both of the others ignore it. 
“Right there, John B., right there, fuck,” she curses, and closes her eyes to immerse herself in the moment.
“Just like that, perfect,” she encourages, and John B. licks and plunges his tongue deep, and removes it again to rub circles at her clit, replacing her hand. His tongue is wet and he licks long stripes up and down her length.
“Fuck, oh fuck, just—faster, John B., just like that.”
John B. circles his tongue faster, and it only takes a few moments for her to gasp and buck her hips up, so much so that he has to pressure her hips down to keep her there, toes curling, her legs over his shoulders, trying not to squeeze his head.
She whines and moans, and JJ has to stop touching himself because he feels like he’s going to blow his load right there on the floor.
“Oh, fuck, John B.,” she pants, and John B pulls away, watching her womanhood contract at his touch, wet cum framing where he was about to plunge his cock.
She smiles dopily at the ceiling. He is ragingly hard and almost ready to cum. 
“Guess what guys?” She starts, breathy, and they stare at her.
“I brought condoms!” She whispers excitedly, gesturing to her pants on the floor.
Normally, they’d protest, but they’re so horny they’d take any opportunity to cum inside of her.
John B. struggled with her pockets, but, condom in hand, he rips one open, pinches the tip, and rolls it onto his hard cock. It fits, and he admires her.
He rubs his cock over her entrance, playing with the wetness, and she gasps and shudders when he rubs it over her clit.
He smiles arrogantly, and slowly pushes his head in. It doesn’t take much effort, thanks to her orgasm.
He slowly makes his way in, and JJ starts stroking again, standing up to place his cock on her lips. She purses them slightly, and JJ rubs back and forth over them. John B. moans form between her legs.
JJ grabs her chin firmly, and she looks up at him with doe eyes, moaning as she opens her mouth and lazily takes just the tip.
She hollows out her cheeks around him, and he takes in a shaky breath.
John B. pumps fast inside her, pulling out halfway and pushing back into her, holding her hips with a strong grip. She thinks it might bruise, but she doesn’t care. 
All of a sudden John B.’s strokes get more erratic, faster and harder than before. His breathing is fast, and she watches him as his eyes close and his head falls back, strong, slow thrusts now.
He cums, hands on her hips, cock buried deep inside her, his groans filling the space between them. His strokes are calculated, milking every single drop from himself before pulling out and collapsing on the bed next to her.
“You’re next, JJ,” John B. jokes, and JJ doesn’t say anything, moving to take his spot.
He pushes into her, and she notices. Every ridge, every vein on his cock she can feel.
JJ’s strokes are slow and deliberate to start, but then he starts to pick up speed, as does his breathing. It’s only a few seconds before he’s close.
He pumps fast and hard, with reckless abandon for a few moments before he pulls out quickly, and jerks his shaft, concentrating on the tip.
He cums all over her stomach and groans loudly right after, coating her chest with his thick white cum. He grabs a fist full of the bedspread as he shudders.
JJ lets his shoulders fall, and he hunches over. He plants kisses to the inside of her knees, and she giggles, pulling them away. He smiles at her.
There’s heavy breathing from all three of them. 
“See? That wasn’t so bad,” she comments, and the boys chuckle.
“Yeah John B., nothin’ to be afraid of, man.” JJ pants, running a hand through his hair. He tugs his boxers up over his thighs and tucks his now soft cock back into them, looking around the floor for his shorts.
“Shut the fuck up, JJ,” he says, getting up to find his pants as well.
She lays there, and one of the boys toss her a small pile of her clothes onto the bed.
JJ stares at her once he’s clothed, his seed still on her stomach.
He sighs. He hates this part.
“Go back to the party,” JJ says to John B., “I’ll clean up.” 
John B. looks at him suspiciously.
“Really,” JJ assures, gesturing to her slowly more competent state. She stares at the cum on her stomach.
“It’s okay,” she assures, but JJ is there, using some poor soul’s discarded t-shirt as a rag. It doesn’t smell as far as she can tell, and it’s soft. 
As soon as he’s done, and throws the t-shirt into a corner of the room.
“Uh, okay. We’re gonna go now,” he says, even though John B. left already.
“Okay.” She agrees. JJ slowly makes his way out of the room.
She sits up and gets dressed, ready to make her way back to the party, when John B. enters the room again.
“Where’s JJ?” He questions, making his way over to her swiftly.
“He went back to the party. I thought—” she starts, but John B.’s mouth is on hers, salty and sweet, passionate and slow. His hand grabs the back of her neck and pulls her closer, impossibly so, and there’s teeth and even some tongue.
He pulls away.
“That’s for kissing JJ earlier, in front of me,” he clarifies, and she doesn’t tell him he tastes like her.
She smiles as she watches him leave. His shirt was on backwards. 
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isitbussinjanelle · 4 years ago
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I got this idea a while ago as an ask from someone but I don’t remeber who asked. I don’t wanna say the idea cause I don’t wanna spoil it.
WARING: this is a little on the longer side.
*In Heart*
Boun: Ha! I reached the farthest Lilly pad! See if you can beat that, miss ‘datu.
Sisu: ah, keep talking hot shot. [cranks up arm] I am an expert at all things water.
Boun: uh huh.
Sisu: [skids a pebble across the water]
Boun: woah.
Sisu: yeah woah. I’m amazing.
Boun: you almost reached that small island. Fist bump! [holds out a fist]
Sisu, with a bemused look: uh…
Boun: a fist bump. Just bump my fist with yours. It’s something humans do to congratulate eachother.
Sisu: oh! Well then [holds out a furry fist] fist bump back at ‘cha captain!
Boun: [chuckles] okay dork. I’m gonna go fetch some more pebbles by the far side of the lake. [runs off]
Sisu: hurry back dork! [stretched arms] I’ll be ready.
*At the far side of the lake*
Boun: okay um…there they are! The real shiny ones. Perfect skippers.
Raya, sort of in distinctively: [giggles] Namaari quit it!
Boun: is that Raya? [goes towards the laughing sound]
*Over there*
Boun: Ray-
Namaari: ha! I found your sweet spot. That will come in handy. [still tickling her]
Raya: NAMAARI- NAMAARI AHAHAHAA STOP PLEASE
Namaari: there’s that laugh I love. Feeling any better?
Raya: kinda…but not really.
Namaari: what was that? Did I hear ‘please tickle me Namaari’?
Raya: [backs away laughing] NO NO PLEASE XD
Boun: [mumbles] what?
Namaari: c’mon, let me see that pretty smile.
Raya: [smiles goofily up at her]
Namaari: [chuckles] okay I’ll take that.
Raya: thank you Namaari. For cheering me up. And being there for me all the time. You really didn’t have to be here…hearing my sobby shit. [scoffs]
Namaari: hey. [takes her chin] I love you. Wether you’re mad as shit with me, or happy as hell, I will always be here for you Raya. You don’t have to worry about that ever.
Raya: [tearing up] thank you. [pulls her in for a kiss]
Boun: [gasps and whispers] wha…huh…?
Namaari: [pulls her in closer]
Boun: they…she…no…
Bouns mind: but she’s supposed to be with me.
Boun: no no…NO [covers his mouth]
Raya and Namaari: [both pull away at the sound] huh?
Boun: [rips off his bracelet and tears up] I-I’m sorry I- just keep doing what you guys were doing…[backs away while crying]
Raya: Boun? What are you doing out here- and wheres Sisu? Wasn’t she supposed to be with you?
Boun: [yells] NONE OF THAT MATTERS RIGHT NOW OKAY?!
Namaari: [stepping closer to him] hey buddy, what’s the matter, are you crying? You know you can talk to us. To me.
Boun: [kicks pebbles at her] I DONT WANT TO TALK TO YOU. I DONT WANNA TALK TO ANY OF YOU. [throws bracelet on the ground and runs off]
Raya: wha- [shouts] BOUN COME BACK HERE!
Namaari: [stands back up straight] what the hells the matter with him?
Raya: look don’t take that too personally…I think he’s upset about something….
Namaari: yeah I can see that- HE KICKED PEBBLES AT ME >:(
Raya: Namaari.
Namaari: [sighs] sorry. Look do you wanna go talk to him? I mean clearly the little scamps got some beef with me-
Raya: Namaari!
Namaari: what?
Raya: he’s a kid! And he’s upset!
Namaari: and…?
Raya: “scamp”? “hE kIcKeD pEbBlES AT mE WaAAaAaA”, really?
Namaari: [sighs] your right. My bad. But….
Raya: I know. I probably should go see- [gasps].
Namaari: what?
Raya: my- his bracelet. H-he took it off. Threw it off. I made this for him when we became kumandra again.
Namaari: ouch. I guess you really do have to go talk to him huh?
Raya: your right. Your right! Wait- you okay here?
Namaari: [sits back on the ground] I’m a big girl, I can handle being by my self. You just keep those lips warm for me. [makes a kissy face]
Raya, blushing: [giggles and runs off] you dork…
*with boun*
Boun: [still crying]
Raya: [walks over] Boun- BOUN! I’m glad I found you-
Sisu: [hugging and comforting him] Raya. What did you do.
Raya: um…
Boun: [sniffing] I don’t wanna talk to you.
Raya: buddy what did I do?
Boun: STOP CALLING ME BUDDY! AND STOP TREATING ME LIKE A LITTLE KID, O-OR YOUR LITTLE BROTHER! [runs off again]
Raya and Sisu: Boun!
Raya: [tears up a little from earlier and sighs] Sisu what did I do? Why is he so mad at me? And Namaari?
Sisu: I don’t- wait he’s mad at ‘maari too?
Raya: he kicked pebbles at her.
Sisu: yikes.
Raya: but for real what did I do? I’m sure he told you something.
Sisu: girl I don’t know. All I know is that the kid came to me with an eye full of tears. He started mumbling like, “why doesn’t she love me like she loves her” yada yada. I was too busy comforting him to listen.
Raya: [mumbles and repeats it to herself] why doesn’t she like me like she likes her…I don’t get it! It doesn’t make any sense..
Sisu: I know. But this is somehow on you, so I think you should go check on him.
Raya: I know. That’s what I was trying to do. [runs after him] THANKS SISU
*with Boun again*
Raya: Boun? I heard you sniffling over here. C’mon I just wanna talk.
Boun: [behind a large rock] I’m here.
Raya: whew, there you are. For a second I thought I would have to run all over Heart to find you. [chuckles]
Boun:
Raya: tough crowd.
Boun: I’m not in the mood to laugh.
Raya: well, are you in more of a mood to talk?
Boun: no.
Raya: jk, that’s wasn’t an option little guy. [kneels by him].
Boun: stop calling me little.
Raya: look, I don’t appreciate the way you were talking to me back there. And I don’t like the way you kicked pebbles at Namaari. Neither did she.
Boun: WELL IM SORRY FOR HURTING YOUR PRECIOUS GIRLFRIEND. [ducks his head into his knees and cries].
Raya: [is about to shout at him but realizes that’s probably not what’s best] hey. Talk to me please. [puts a hand on his shoulder].
Boun: [sniffles] I kinda have a crush on you or whatever. [wipes tears]
Raya: a crush…on me? Is that why you were all upset? With Namaari kissing me…
Boun: [mumbles in a tearful voice] y-yeah. I have ever since we met on my boat…
Raya: awww..
Boun: see?! That’s what I was trying to avoid? The whole “aww he’s cute for having a crush on me” thing. I wanna be taken seriously is that so much to ask?
Raya:
Raya: [sighs] look, I get it. The whole, wanting to be taken seriously thing. I go through it.
Boun: you do? But your a princess.
Raya: yeah. A young one. 18 is the legal age that Princesses are aloud to join council meetings, and I’m usually the youngest one. I’m also usually the only female. I’m not taken seriously a whole lot.
Boun: oh.
Raya: yeah. I guess we’ve got that in common huh? [bumps shoulders with him]
Boun: yeah. [wipes nose]
Raya: I’m flattered that you like me, but you know I’m too old for you, right? Plus I don’t even like guys.
Boun: [laughs] yeah, yeah I know.
Raya: but hey, I know that one day, when your older, or even now, you’re gonna be breaking hearts left and right.
Boun: you think?
Raya: I know. Girls love a man who can wipe it up in the kitchen.
Boun: I guess that is one of my many skills. [flexes]
Raya: [laughs] Boun, you are too funny.
Boun: :D
Raya: [looks at the bracelet in her palm] you Uh…dropped this…
Boun: [gasps] oh I am so so so sorry…I was just so mad and at the moment, it seemed like the only thing to do that would make me feel better…it didn’t.
Raya: it’s alright.
Boun: [puts the bracelet back on] all better.
Raya: looks great on you.
Boun: agreed. Really brings out my eyes. :)
Raya: [giggles] it does.
Boun: :)
Raya: hey [holds her wrist up] let’s never stop being friends, okay? No matter where life takes us?
Boun: never [connects his wrist and bracelet with hers]
Raya: [pulls him in] love you man.
Boun: love you too Ray.
Raya: you know your not off the hook yet. You’ve got to apologize to Namaari.
Boun: ugh. I know…
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bts-reveries · 4 years ago
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expect the unexpected | 23
“It’s okay hyung, everything’s going to be okay. Don’t worry about anything.” 
Taehyung’s words ran through Jin’s mind over and over as he sat in Soojin’s room, helping her with her math.
“Three,” Soojin says, answering the seventh problem on her paper. Jin shakes his head.
“No, why would it be three? Try again. Hyunmin has TWO apples but Sewan gives him TWO more. How many apples does Hyunmin have now?” Jin says, repeating the problem again.
“Uncle Yoongi says if you don’t know the answer, it’s always three!” Soojin argues, causing Jin to roll his eyes. 
“Don’t listen to him, he doesn’t like school. Hold on, let me grab some actual apples from the kitchen so we could do this visually.” Jin gets up from the floor, walking out of the room. He looks at you two’s shared room as he enters the hallway, seeing that the door is now open.
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“Minseok, hand me my phone please,” you say. You were currently sitting at your desk, typing away on your laptop. You had a new client and a bedroom to design. The aesthetic she’s asking for is called Grand Millennial. It’s beautiful. She wants blues and pinks, and gold of course. She just sent you a pinterest board of furniture she likes and photos as to how she wants the room to look like. You typically do this with all of your clients, encouraging them to make pinterest boards on what they want to have in their homes. It makes it easier for you to know what they want and in the end they’re always happy with the outcome. 
You’re seeing a lot of paintings here that she pinned and you had the idea to recommend Taehyung to her. A customized piece would complete the whole look of her dream bedroom. She’d get both the look she wants and also a personalized piece. 
Now she wasn’t the only client. You have another one you’re working with but this one gives you a headache. 
This one doesn’t know what she wants, yet when you give her options she doesn’t like any of them. So right now you’re trying to get to know her so maybe you can help suggest some things that go along with her interests. 
But she takes about 2-3 business days just to reply to your messages. Also mentioned she’s not a phone call person so calling her doesn’t help when it goes straight to voicemail. 
You sigh, rubbing your temples.
“Minseok, did you hear me?” You ask, turning around. Minseok was in your room, sitting on your bed as he read. He said Haneul kept bugging him and wanted to be with you for some peace and quiet. This was before you put Haneul down for a nap.
Now you’re looking at an empty bed. No traces of your son but the book next to your phone on your side table. 
“Nevermind,” you mumble, getting up instead. He probably went to the kitchen or something to grab a snack. 
Once got up you suddenly felt dizzy. “Ah.” You have been working for a few hours straight, and didn't eat lunch.
“O- ow,” you say, wincing as your head starts to pound. You close your eyes, holding onto your head with one hand and grabbing on to your bed with the other for support. Your legs were starting to shake and you tried to sit back down on your chair but missed.
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THUD.
“Woah what was that,” Minseok says, turning to the hallway. Jin was looking as well when they heard a loud sound coming from one of the rooms. They were both standing around the kitchen counter. He was grabbing the apples for Soojin and Minseok was trying to get a tangerine from the same fruit basket.
“Haneul?” Jin calls, “Are you okay?” Haneul was down for a nap, but Jin thought he might’ve woken up or something, maybe even fell.
“I’m going to go back to mommy’s room,” Minseok says, running off.
“Okay, I’ll check on your brother.”
The two quickly walked to the hallway. Minseok went ahead of Jin while Jin entered Haneul’s room. 
“Haneul?” He says, walking into his room. Haneul was still asleep on his bed. “Huh.”
“DADDY!” Minseok yelled. Jin’s eyes widened as he heard the panic in his son’s voice.
He immediately runs to your room, his heart beating faster and faster. 
“Mommy’s not waking up,” Minseok says, kneeling next to you on the floor, shaking your arm. 
“What happened?” Soojin says, standing from the doorway.
“Minseok go get your brother, and Soojin go grab your jackets and put on your shoes,” Jin says in panic, hooking his arm behind your back and under your knees. He quickly picks you up, heading to the garage. 
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“Haneul, wake up!” Minseok says, shaking his brother, he runs around his room, grabbing a coat and his slip ons. Haneul blinks his eyes open slowly, turning to the side and watching his brother run up to him.
“Put this on,” Minseok says, pulling Haneul upwards. He hurriedly puts the coat on his brother and shoves his feet into his shoes. 
“Oppa hurry,” Soojin says, running to Minseok. She was already dressed, shoes on and a hoodie. “Here,” she says, giving him his own shoes and his own hoodie. 
Minseok hurriedly throws on the clothes and Soojin pulls Haneul off of the bed. 
“Let’s go!” She says, running to the garage while she dragged Haneul behind her.
“Come on, hurry,” Jin says. Running towards the kids and grabbing Haneul. Minseok runs in front of him and jumps into the van. You were sitting unconscious in the seat Soojin’s car seat usually is. 
“Soojin you’re going to sit in the back with Minseok okay,” Jin says, securing Haneul into his carseat. Which was next to the seat you were sitting in.
“Mommy,” Haneul says in a raspy voice. Poor baby, he just woke up and has no idea what was going on.
“Yeah, mommy is not feeling well so we’re going to take her to the hospital okay?” Jin calmly tells Haneul. “Are you two buckled up?” He asks his two oldest, moving his head to the side. They both give him two thumbs up. “Okay good. Minseok, here's my phone,” he says, handing his cellphone to his oldest. “Call uncle Jungkook and let him know that we’re going to the hospital because mommy fainted. Tell him to let the others know and if any of them could come and help.”
“Okay,” he says, taking the phone from his dad. Jin quickly hops out and closes the back door and hops onto the driver's seat.
“Is mommy going to be okay?”
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expect the unexpected
♡ part twenty-three: don’t worry ♡ 
pairings: ceo, dad!jin x interior designer, mom!reader
a/n: i don’t have anything to say except😭 the part with haneul makes my sister and i laugh bc of this one picture his irl mom posted on instagram once when he just woke up and that’s all we can imagine
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crypticwanda · 4 years ago
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Collapse | pt. 11
Summary: after your unusual incident with Norm, you've been suspicious of something strange going on in your town. When more strange things start happening, you start to believe that wanda may be behind it all
pairing(s): wanda maximoff x reader
warnings: angst, cursing, arguing, mention of sparky death
notes: this is still 80s wanda and next chapter will be 90s! // this is also mainly based upon episode 5 of wandavision
taglist: @myperfectlovepoem @fayhar @supersourlemon13 @royalityofmultifandom @madamevirgo @b0mbdotc0m @olsensnpm @internetsubmarines @imapotato @xxxtwilightaxelxxx
part 1 here!
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It's been about a few days in your mind since your unusual encounter with Norm at the supermarket. Wanda kept telling you to just forget it but, it had stayed prominent in your mind.
As time went on, more strange things continued happening around you. It seemed like everytime you had talked to someone in town, they had unusual interactions with you. It almost seemed like they were scared but couldn't show it. All of these interactions had one thing in common, they all mentioned wanda. You had no idea how or why they did but, it made your head spin. You wanted to confront wanda about this but you didn't really know how. You knew she had powers but, could she really control everyone's minds?
You were driving home from work one day and pulled into your driveway when you see billy and tommy run up to the side of your car. "Woah woah, what's going on boys?" You ask as you step out of the car. "Momma! It's sparky!" Tommy said as he clinged to the bottom of your shirt. They both grabbed ahold of each of your hands and pulled you toward the other side of the street, towards Agnes's house. You looked up to see Agnes standing there, holding something wrapped up in a blanket. "I'm so sorry Y/N, I found him in my azalea flowers, I don't know how many leaves he ate. I didn't find him until it was too late." Agnes explained sadly. Your face slowly evolved into sadness as you looked down at the boys next to you, both of them clinging onto your shirt tightly. "I'm so sorry boys." You said as you kneeled down next to them.and both of them wrapped their arms around your neck. You kept both of your hands up to rub their backs softly.
"Can't mom fix him?" Billy asked as he pulled away from your neck. You shook your head as you put your hand on his cheek that was wet from his tears. "That's not how it works honey, sparky's already dead." You mutter as you hold his face softly. "But mom can fix him!" Tommy said as he also pulled away from your neck. "She can fix the dead, she's done it before." Billy says as you snap your head around to look at him. "What do you mean she's done it before?" You asked quietly as your eyebrows furrowed.
"She could do that?" Agnes asked as she stood there with sparky still in her arms. You looked up at her before shaking your head and standing up. "No, she can't." You said briefly before putting each of your hands ontop of the boys heads. "Let's go home boys, we can bury him in the backyard." You say firmly. "Go ahead inside, tell mom about what happened." You told them as the boys sniffle slightly before beginning to turn around and walk towards the house.
You turned around to face Agnes before reaching your hands out to grab sparky's body. "Thank you Agnes." You muttered to her as she nodded back to you. You turned around again and began walking towards your house and around the back door.
You sighed deeply before opening the back door back into the house after you had just buried sparky. You looked up to see wanda standing across the kitchen, holding a laundry basket in her hands. "How are the boys?" You ask as you turn to wash your hands in the sink. "They're a little heartbroken but they'll be okay." She reassures you as you pick up a dish towel and dry your hands off. "It's not normal to bury your dog the day you got it." You commented as you turned to face her from across the kitchen. "Well time moves fast in suburbs." Wanda said with a smile on her face as she looked up at you.
"What is it you're not telling me?"
Wanda stopped in her tracks as she turned her head slowly to look at you. "What are you talking about?" She smiles as she shakes her head. "Don't do that." You shake your head as you look up at her with crossed arms and she looked back at you confused. "Don't act oblivious." You say, your eyebrows furrowing low above your eyes. Wanda looked at you for a moment before scoffing and shaking her head with a smile on her face. "Y/N, let's not do this right now." She tries to brush it off as she begins to walk out of the kitchen. "No, you can't just walk away from this!" You argued as you followed her into the living room. "What did you do to the people of the town?" You questioned angrily as you continued to follow her. "Why are you speaking to me like this?!" Wanda yelled as she turned around to face you. "Because something strange is going on in this town, and you know something I don't!" You shouted as you pointed to her. "I haven't done anything wrong!" Wanda said loudly as she shook her head. "Stop lying to me!" You screamed as she looked at you with glossy eyes. "Every single strange thing that has happened in this town has come back to you! I mean, i don't even remember my life before Westview!" You yelled as a tear fell from both of your eyes. "So please, for once, just tell me the fucking truth!" You scolded as you grit your teeth together. Wanda looked at you sadly and confused as you both stood there across from each other.
"You've never spoken to me like this before." Wanda muttered as she turned to sit on the couch. "Before what?" You asked, still gritting your teeth as you turned to her. She sat on the couch and put her face in her hands as she sighed. "I don't even know how I did this all!" She said frustratedly as she put her hands on her knees. You closed your eyes for a moment before sighing deeply and sitting on the arm of the couch next to her. "Just tell me what you remember." You muttered beneath your breath as you softly laid a hand on her back.
Before she could respond, there was a knock at the door. "I'll get it." Wanda said softly as she stood up from the couch and walked over to the front door. She opened the door and became stiff as she looked at the person at the door. "Wanda, who's at the door?" You asked as you stood up from the couch.
"Pietro." She whispered under her breath as she looked at the man in front of her at the door. "Can't a guy get to hug his freaking sister or what?" He says enthusiastically as he gestures towards her. Wanda sighs deeply before wrapping her arms around him, still looking shocked as she pulled away from him. Your eyebrows furrowed together as you saw Pietro walk into the room slowly. You were confused and shocked at everything that just happened in the span of 30 minutes but, you had decided to try and see where this goes. You trusted wanda, but there was something going on that you had to find out.
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skullrock · 5 years ago
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the lesson - Steve x Reader
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pairing: Steve x Reader
summary: a continuation of the Faker - you decide to teach Steve how to have good sex. 
word count: 4.2k of pure fuckin smut baby
warnings: SMUT. swearing.
a/n: this is my fucking magnum opus y'all. this is it. it won’t get any better. I have reached my peak. I really hope you guys enjoy dorky and silly Steve learning how to have sex! this was really amazing and fun to write!! there WILL be another part to this so keep your eyes peeled!
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On a Thursday afternoon, you get a phone call. Sitting up in bed, you grab the phone from beside you.
“Hello?”
“Y/N, I need your help.” It’s Steve.
“What’s going on? Are you okay?”
“I – fine,” he says. “I need your help.”
“Yes?” you say, confused.
“Do you… happen to have… Stacy MacNamera’s number?”
You still, confusion increasing. “Your ex-girlfriend Stacy?”
“Yeah.”
“…You want her number?”
“Yes.”
You drop your head into your free hand. “Steve… why-“
“Look, I’ll cut to the chase,” he says. “Remember our… conversation?”
“The one where I told you women fake all the time?”
“Yeah, that,” he says. His voice becomes soft and you lean into the phone to hear him better. “I want to ask – to see if I was – if she faked it for me.”
You have no words.
“I need your help because Robin won’t –“
“Yeah, no shit, Robin won’t!” You groan, straightening. “What makes you think I will help?”
He pauses. “Um… because – I will really appreciate it?”
“Just ask Nancy. For fuck’s sake, Steve, you can’t just call someone you dated in high school to ask if you dicked them down good enough.”
“I can’t ask Nancy,” he scoffs. “That’s weird.”
“Weirder than asking someone from four years ago if she liked your –“
“I’ll call you back,” he groans, and hangs up.
You slowly put the phone back on the receiver, absolutely speechless. You hope the guy doesn’t stick his foot in his mouth even more so than usual.
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A knock comes on your door a few hours later. You run downstairs and open it, only to be met with Steve, looking like a lost puppy. You can tell his hand has been through his hair more than a dozen times, and he looks stressed.
“Results weren’t good, huh?”
“Can I come in?” he asks sadly. You relent, stepping to the side, and he heads straight for your couch. He slams his body into it and ducks his head into his arms.
“What happened, champ?” You ask sympathetically, sitting down across from him.
After a moment, he speaks. “She said I was okay. She said when we had sex the first time, she didn’t get the hype.”
You suppress a laugh.
“She said it was mediocre,” he continues, and moves his head to the side to look at you. “She said I was fine with moving my hips, but not much else. And then she said I didn’t know what the – what the -?” He furrows his brows. “The… click? Is?”
“What did you just say?” you ask, leaning forward and almost falling out of the chair. “The click?”
“Is that like, when you know you love someone?” he says, frowning. “Because I think I get the click –”
“Steve,” you breathe, eyes wide. “Steve, you dumbass. Did she say the clit?”
His brows furrow, and then he nods. “Yeah, yeah, the clit.”
“Steve,” you moan, burying your head in your hands. “The clit is a body part, dude. It’s near the vagina.”
“I’m hopeless!” he cries, shoving his head back into his arms. You roll your eyes at his dramatics.
“Calm down,” you say, getting up and kneeling in front of him. You rub his shoulders. “You just need a girl to teach you –“
“You!” he says, bolting into an upright position. “You teach me!”
“What?” you ask, incredulous. “You want me to teach you how to have good sex?”
“Well, yeah,” he says, looking at you like you’re stupid. “It’s not weird, we’re just friends.”
You feel your face heat up. “That’s what makes it weird, genius.”
“It’s like, no strings attached,” he says desperately. “Come on, Y/N, what else are friends for?”
“Your definition of friend is a lot different from mine,” you say, licking your lips nervously. But you’d be lying if you said you didn’t think about it. Steve’s handsome, no denying. But do you really want to have shitty sex?
“I’ll give you all the credit,” he pleas. “Everyone will remember you as the girl who taught me what the clint is.”
You’re curious as to how bad he can be – and maybe it can be cathartic for you. You like helping people. This is just… a bit more help than usual.
“We do it, you don’t tell anyone,” you say. “None of our friends can know.”
“Yeah, yeah!” he says. “That’s fine.”
“But when you start hooking up again, I want the credit.”
“Done, it’s done!”
You sigh heavily, nerves bustling. You get up off your knees and sit beside him. You turn slightly to face him. He looks a bit too excited, and you scoff. “Alright, buddy, I’m teaching you female anatomy, this is strictly professional.”
“Professional, yeah,” he says. “I can be that.”
You sigh again. “Okay. How do you usually start your sexual endeavors?”
He stills, brows furrowed. “Do I tell you or show you?”
“Oh, right,” you say nervously. “I guess you show me.”
He picks up on your nervousness and grins smugly. “This is strictly professional.”
“Shut up,” you hiss. “Just lead me, okay? I’ll stop you when I have critiques or tips.”
“Alright,” he says, and he suddenly grabs you. He pulls you to him, lips on yours.
Your first observation – he’s a good kisser. His lips are soft, and they move purposefully. Honestly, it knocks your breath out of your lungs. Steve’s hands run along your sides gently before resting on your hips, pulling you even closer. His tongue dips out and he licks your bottom lip, so you open. His tongue delves into your mouth, running against yours, and you’re feeling a little too dizzy and a little too hot. His hand rests at the hem of your shirt for a moment before it slides up. His large hand cups your breast and you can’t help but moan, then groan at the smug smile you feel against your lips.
“You’re a good kisser,” you say, pulling away.
“At least I have that goin’ for me, huh?”
You know he notices your red cheeks, but you hope he doesn’t say anything. His hand rests still on your breast and he looks at you eagerly, awaiting instruction.
“Um,” you continue. “Keep going.”
And he does. He lays you down onto your back and goes for your neck next, his lips leaving wet kisses on it. He sucks and bites gently, nearly perfectly. You’re blissed out, holding back your moans because you don’t want to stroke his ego too soon. But then his hands are going towards your pants, and you gasp.
“Woah, buddy,” you say, and he freezes, looking up at you in confusion.
“What?”
“You’re moving too fast,” you say, breathless. “Don’t you work from like, the top down?”
His brows furrow heavily. “No?”
Your brows furrow in response. “You just go for it?”
“Well, yeah.”
“You moron,” you say, sitting up. He opens his mouth to protest, but you throw your shirt off – no bra, as you’d just been lounging. Steve’s mouth drops and his eyes widen, and he’s harder than he’s ever been in a matter of seconds. Your eyes go down to his strained pants and you roll your eyes. “Alright, buddy – it’s just boobs.”
“What do I do?” he asks eagerly as you lay back down.
“Just – come here,” you say, and he does, propping himself up on his elbows. You clear your throat. “Okay, you’re good at using your tongue – at least on the face. So just – use it on – on the nipples.”
He cocks his head but leans down, kissing from your neck down to your chest, tongue occasionally darting out. He gets to one breast and looks up at you uncertainly. You nod in encouragement and he takes your nipple into his mouth. You suck in a sharp breath as he rolls his tongue on it, and then suck in another when he bites it a bit too hard.
“Okay, it’s not a jawbreaker,” you say, laughing. “Gentle.”
For whatever reason, Steve is even more turned on by the directions. It’s been a long time since he’s worshipped a body, and he’s content that it’s yours. His friend. Nothing else. Just his buddy, his pal, his bestie. He smooths his tongue over it and tries again, gentler this time, and it makes you squirm.
“Like that,” you affirm. “Keep practicing.”
Steve runs his lips over your chest, giving you goosebumps, and he does the same gentle treatment to the other breast. One hand comes up and cups your other breast and you nod to tell him you like it. Steve, honestly, is about to lose it, but he makes an effort to focus on how you feel in his mouth instead of how his jeans feel on his dick.
“Okay,” you say eventually, propping yourself up. “Now what, Steve?”
He looks lost. “Um – I keep going down, right?”
“Yes,” you say. “You – literally – keep going down. Have you ever eaten a girl out before?”
He crinkles his nose and you laugh in disbelief. “You’re joking.”
“Well apparently it’s a good thing, since I don’t know what the – Klimt is –“
“Klimt is a painter,” you sigh. “It’s the clit.”
“What’s that stand for?”
“It’s short for clitoris.”
He furrows his brows and looks down at your waistband. You smile. “Strip me, bud.”
Steve takes your pants off slowly – at least he has that part down. He goes to take off your underwear, straining against himself, but you sit up.
“Wait, wait,” you rush. “Take off your clothes now, too.”
He does as he is told – and he makes it dramatic, of course. Shirt coming off slowly, then slowly unbuttoning himself, unzipping extra slow.
“Steve, you don’t have to go that slow,” you say.
“I’m doing it for you!”
“I didn’t ask for a strip tease.”
He rolls his eyes but takes his jeans off. You see how hard he is through his boxers and your mouth automatically waters, but you look back up at his face, pushing the lust down. “You’re that hard already?”
“It’s been a while,” he admits sheepishly. “Boxers on or off?”
“On.” You lick your lips again. “It can cause some nice friction for you, and it makes the reveal a bit nicer.”
He nods and comes back to you on the couch. He looks at you with a cocked head, waiting for instruction. You’re nervous – he hadn’t touched you there yet, so you’re going from second to third base, and you’re doing it with your friend.
“Alright,” you say. “Um – so – you want to start by like, teasing.”
He smirks stupidly. “I don’t think this color of underwear looks good on you.”
“Tease the skin, you moron!”
“I know! Just trying to have some fun, Jesus.”
He scoots himself down, long legs hanging off of the arm rest at the end. It’s probably comical, but the moment his lips start kissing down your torso, you forget the imagery. His lips graze the waistband of your underwear and he stops for a moment before kissing back up.
You sigh a bit. “That’s it, just tease.”
He kisses down over the fabric and your breath hitches. He kisses down your thighs, almost the whole way off the couch. He sighs, irritated, and looks up at you. “Can’t we do this in a bed?”
“No, that’s vanilla,” you explain.
He rolls his eyes. “I am not vanilla.”
“Buddy, if you don’t know what the clit is, you’re definitely vanilla.”
He huffs but you relent. “Alright, we will go to my bedroom. But don’t think this means anything.”
The intimacy of being in your bed does mean something, but you won’t admit it.
When you get to your room, Steve shuts the door before gently pushing you against it, his hands flying over your bare skin. He bites your bottom lip and you gasp, which allows him to snake his tongue inside one more time.
“What are you doing?” you ask against his lips, then add, “I’m not complaining.”
“New room, new moves,” he mumbles, his hands flying up to your breasts. He rolls your nipples in his fingers and you melt into him – this was good.
“As nice as this is,” you say, resting your hands on his chest. “I need to teach you about the clit.”
He nods and you go to your bed, propping yourself up on the pillows. Steve settles between your legs again. You feel embarrassed by how wet you are, but you decide to let him know anyway. “Don’t let this go to your head – you’re really good with your tongue and hands. Can you see how wet I am?”
He looks down at your underwear and groans, nodding enthusiastically. Smirking, he adds, “Is this all from me?”
“I said, don’t let it go to your head,” you respond. You look down at him and bite your lip – Steve thinks it might be the hottest thing he ever saw – his friend, biting her lip, looking down at him with hooded eyes.
“Keep teasing?” he asks.
You sigh and timidly say, “You don’t have to just use lips and fingers, you know.”
He looks up at you in confusion. “You mean – my dick?”
“No.” You shift uncomfortably and finally say, “Your nose.”
“My nose?”
“Yeah, like, you can press it against the fabric –“
Steve tries it before you finish your thought, making you moan. It’s kind of sinful, which makes Steve harden in his boxers even more.
“Like that,” you say, strained. “And when the cloth comes off – you can use it when you – um – eat a girl … out.”
His fingers slip into the band of your underwear. “Can I take them off?”
“Good, you’re asking,” you say. “Yes, you can, and make sure you always ask a girl what she wants.”
He smiles smugly. “What do you want, Y/N?”
You roll your eyes, but the question is undeniably a turn on. “I want you to eat me out.” You pause. “Well, actually, I want you to learn what the fuck a clit is first.”
Steve takes your underwear off and gasps slightly. He has never been face to face with one of these before, and it’s very hot. He stares, mouth agape, and you can’t help but blush.
“Like what you see?” you ask.
“Hell yeah,” he breathes.
There’s an awkward silence where you don’t want to unpack what just happened. Then you clear your throat. “So, um, the clit is like, a nub towards the top.”
Steve nods, fingers going to part your folds, making you shiver.
“A nub?” he clarifies. “Is it this?” His finger brushes over it and you gasp before nodding vigorously.
“Yeah, right there, that,” you stutter. “That little thing is how you make a girl cum.”
Curiously, he presses on it – hard. You jump back and laugh. “For fucks sake, Steve, it’s not a button on a remote. It’s very sensitive, so you have to be gentle.”
“Sorry,” he says quietly, then uses his finger to slowly rub it.
“Circles,” you say, voice straining, and he changes his pace to draw slow circles on it.
You nod. “Yeah, right – oh my god.”
Steve dives in without warning, tongue circling over it gently. He moans into you, hips grinding into your mattress. He thinks you taste good; he thinks you feel good against his tongue. Your hips bucking up into him is a plus, and he wraps his arms around your waist to keep you still.
“G-good,” you stutter. “Good, Steve.”
He’s not completely hopeless – he learned what the clit is and he’s doing a damn good job at giving it attention. Steve inclines his head to go into you deeper, and you gasp at feeling his tongue right at your entrance. Steve’s going crazy over listening to your whines and moans and he goes a bit harder.
“Uh,” you say as he continues, pushing down the moans in your throat. “If a girl is – fuck – about to cum from this – you don’t – shit, Steve – you don’t like – go harder, okay?”
He nods and hums, making your hips buck again. You add, “You can suck on it, too.”
Steve hums again and his soft lips go back up to your clit, wrapping around it and giving it a small suck. A needy whine leaves your lips and he sucks again, tongue lapping as he does it. He thinks it’s cool how it all connects – the clit is like a nipple for the pussy. He wouldn’t say that out loud, of course – he just thinks it’s neat.
“You’re so wet,” he observes. You moan at the observation and hate that you can feel him smile into you. His tongue continues lapping and a sheen of sweat covers your body.
“You can use fingers,” you say. He gingerly adds one, making you gasp then groan. Your hips roll on his finger and he has to stop for a moment to gather himself before he literally creams his pants.
“Are you good?” he asks.
“Yeah,” you breathe, pupils blown. “You’re a quick learner.”
“Keep going?”
“Keep going.”
Steve starts to pump now, going in knuckle deep. His head stays away for a moment, groaning as he looks at your pussy swallow his finger, grinding into the bed again as a strangled moan comes out of him. Then his lips are back on you, sucking and licking as he fucks his finger in and out of you. You’re totally blissed out – if he keeps this up, you’re going to come undone.
“Steve,” you moan. “So good, buddy – add another finger.”
He does as he is told, and you are completely lost in the feeling. Your hand reaches up to play with your nipples and Steve’s eyes almost roll to the back of his head at the sight. He curls his fingers and you cry out. At your encouragement, he continues to stroke, fingers curled and tongue swirling around your clit.
“Talk dirty,” you instruct.
Steve knows he’s good at this; his vernacular is what got him girls in the first place. “Doin’ so good for me, sweetheart, fuck.”
You moan out an “oh”, and Steve thinks it’s maybe the hottest sound ever. “Do you like it when I fuck you with my fingers?”
“Steve,” you gasp, and he grins smugly again. He starts to pick up the pace but then remembers what you said and slows down again.
“I’m close,” you groan.
His pace stutters and his eyes shine. “Are you serious? Are you going to? For real?”
“Yes,” you cry out. “Watch me while I do it, okay?”
Steve attaches his lips to your clit again and you nearly shout. His eyes are on your face the whole time, soaking in how your hands can’t find something to hold on to, eventually settling on his hair. Your fingers lacing in it spurs him on and he curls his fingers just right, tongue lapping gently, and you feel the build in your lower stomach.
“So good, Steve,” you moan. “So good – you’re doing so –“ you choke on a moan. “So great!”
You climax quickly, hips arching off the bed as you do so. Steve tries to hold you down on the bed, but in vain; you’re nearly levitating off of the bed from how good it feels. It’s mind blowing, maybe the best climax you had with a partner. Steve nearly comes from the sight. He has the epiphany that making a girl feel good, seeing her squirm under him, hearing her actually climax – it’s the hottest thing in the world.
Steve pulls his fingers out of you and you twitch from the feeling, panting, wiping sweat off your brow. He sits up and grins cockily at you. But you know he’s close, too, from the large stain on his boxers. It makes your mouth water until you realize there’s probably a stain on the bed, which is exactly why you didn’t invite him up in the first place.  
You can’t help the laugh that slips past your lips, though. “Needy, huh?”
His mouth is on yours in the next instant and you taste yourself on his tongue. You groan into him but push him away slightly. “You do use condoms, right?”
“I already take care of six kids, I’m not trying to become a dad,” he scoffs.
“Condoms are in the nightstand,” you say, head nodding over to the side.
He frowns. “You have condoms?”
You look at him in confusion. “Yeah?”
Steve swallows the jealously he feels, a little saddened at the fact that you’ve had sex more than he has, and with someone else, too. You suddenly jerk and he furrows his brows.
“Aftershocks,” you explain. “My legs are shaking, too.”
“Aftershocks?” he repeats.
You frown. “Have you never had aftershocks?”
Steve shakes his head and you laugh. “I’m about to blow your mind, Steve Harrington.”
That’s all the convincing he needs. He reaches over and grabs the box from your drawer, fumbling with one and rolling it on. You are impressed with his length and width – those weren’t rumors the girls made up, at least. He hisses at the contact of just his own hand, and you realize there’s no way you’re going to cum again tonight. You’re fine with it, but you’re also very excited to see his face when he orgasms within a minute.
Actually, you wish you could bet money on those odds, but Robin’s not here, thank God.
“Are you sure?” he asks. You think it’s sweet that he asks you what you want.
“Put it in me, baby,” you joke, trying to laugh off your nerves.
He takes a deep breath and lines up with you. His eyes meet yours and you nod. He slides in slowly, slowly, and then he bottoms out in you. He gasps slightly and you can see the effort on his face, him trying desperately not to cum. You grind your hips into him, grinning, and he starts to thrust. He reaches you in ways you haven’t felt before, filling you up more than anyone else. It kind of pisses you off, because you never thought Steve Harrington, hopeless fuck, would ever be able to give you such good sex. He rolls his hips back, pulling himself almost completely out before pushing in again. You groan and your stomach flips.
Steve continues for a few thrusts, and you smile wickedly up at him. He falters for a second before you clench your muscles around him – and then he’s coming, hips bucking into yours as he buries his face into your neck. He groans loudly, and it’s actually very hot, and you wish you could hear more of those noises come out of him.
He eventually pulls back and his cheeks are flaming. A look of shame crosses his face and you start to laugh. It’s lighthearted, more with him than at him, and he’s confused before he starts to laugh too. You both laugh until you’re breathless, with him still inside of you, and tears start to run down your cheeks as you struggle to catch your breath.
“Guess I need some work, huh?” he asks once you both calm down. He slips out of you and you groan involuntarily, upset at the loss of contact. He disposes the condom and looks back at you. His breath hitches – you still look beautiful even when you aren’t writhing beneath him, and it takes him aback. But he remembers that you’re his friend and he pulls his eyes away.
“You did good,” you reply. “You did really good. You made a girl come tonight, buddy. You should be proud.”
Steve nods, running a hand through his hair. “That was, um. That was … really hot.”
“Turns out it’s nice to make someone else feel good, huh?”
“Yeah,” he breathes. He goes to grab his boxers but crinkles his nose when he sees the stain on them.
“Gonna have to go commando,” you remark, grabbing a robe and throwing it on. “You’ll be okay, maybe the friction will feel good.”
“I’m sorry I didn’t –“
“I guess you’ll have to come back for another lesson, huh?” you say, smiling. “We should probably perfect the actual sex part and get you some practice.”
Both of your hearts skip a beat at the suggestion, and you pull your eyes away from his, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “You know – if you want.”
“Yes,” he says, a little too quickly. He blushes and looks away. “I mean – yeah, sure. Sounds good.”
“Alright.” You smile at him again. “Now get out of my house.”
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the-last-kenobi · 4 years ago
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angst bingo prompt idea for "came back wrong": rex tries to rescue one of his brothers post order 66 but something goes wrong after the surgery to remove the chip
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I love this. Let’s see what I’ve got in me today, shall we?
Tw for mental manipulation, non-consensual drugging, trauma, abuse, conscription/enslavement, murder, and VERY MORALLY AMBIGUOUS BEHAVIOR that I will not spoil here. Just be careful. It’s fairly sad.
What struck Rex most was how familiar his face was.
Of course, he was one of the brothers - the Clones - and all their faces were familiar.
But somehow he had expected him to look different, changed somehow, damaged, from his life under the iron grip of the control chip.
Instead he looked the same as he always had.
The twisted scar down the left side of his face, the jaw that was slightly blunter than Rex’s own, the extra stress line between his eyebrows that had somehow been there since birth.
Sleeping as he was right now, he looked more relaxed than he had ever seemed while conscious.
Rex rubbed his face in exhaustion as he finally stopped stumping about the recovery room and took the chair beside the bed, groaning a little as his knees protested at the movement.
“We’re getting old, Cody,” he said aloud, staring at the sleeping face. “We were always gonna get old before normal humans, but this... all this... I feel old before my time, that’s for damn sure.”
Cody, of course, did not reply.
Still, Rex felt better. He settled as comfortably as possible in the chair and closed his eyes, content to wait until his vod finally woke up — a free man for the first time in ten years.
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Rex woke suddenly, inhaling sharply and jolting in his seat, feeling weirdly as if his consciousness had just been dropped unceremoniously back into his body. He’d really been sleeping.
Then he saw Cody, and his breath caught in his throat.
Cody was looking right at him, sitting up in bed — just sitting there, staring, no cold glare in his eyes, no clipped Imperial arrest declaration coming from his lips. His hair had gone more salt than pepper these days, but he was Cody, through and through.
“Hey—Cody!” Rex said, gasping. He leaned forward in his seat and grabbed Cody’s hand, squeezing it reassuringly.
Cody just blinked at him.
“It’s gonna be okay, vod,” Rex assured him, feeling a stupid grin spreading over his face. “I know it’s overwhelming right now. It happens to all the guys. But I promise this is real.”
The familiar scarred face tilted slightly to the side as Cody studied him intently with those mirror-image dark eyes. His hand remained limp in Rex’s.
“Some... memories will start coming back soon,” Rex continued. “But I’ll help you. It’s not your fault. Anything you can remember, I swear, it’s not your—”
“My fault,” Cody said hoarsely.
His grip suddenly turned to steel; he squeezed Rex’s hand so tightly that it hurt.
“No,” Rex said hastily. “No it’s not. Cody, it was a—”
“It’s my fault,” the former Marshal Commander of the 212th said firmly, his eyes roving around the room, taking it all in. “I need to get out of here. I need to fix this.”
Cody was not panicking as all the other dechipped brothers had, but he was still gripping Rex so hard that it was bringing tears to the other man’s eyes. “Cody...”
“I need to fix this. I failed,” Cody repeated. “Let me out.”
“I can’t do that, Cody, you’re not well...”
“Let me out. Now.”
“Cody—”
“Let me out. That’s an order.”
“No, Cody—”
“Let me out. I have to go.”
Feeling like he had no choice, Rex used his free hand to reach across and trigger a switch next to the bed. They always had to do this for newbies, although normally they were crying and screaming instead of just issuing orders.
In less than ten seconds Cody was unconscious again.
Rex peeled his hand away, wincing.
The door opened cautiously and a figure stepped inside, a cloak raised high to help conceal the magnificent montrals she was now sporting.
“I wonder how much he remembered,” Ahsoka said thoughtfully. “I feel like he would have been more distressed if he fully recalled... well, Utupau.”
“And everything after,” Rex sighed, rubbing his sore hand.”
Ahsoka nodded, still studying the man on the bed.
Rex looked at him too.
“He’ll pull through,” the former Captain of the 501st muttered. “Fine.”
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The next day Cody woke for only minutes at a time, sleeping off sedatives and enduring scans.
Rex was away most of the day, but his friend was on his mind all the time, distracting him.
Cody’s solemn confusion hadn’t been as jarring as the screaming and anguished guilt he was used to seeing in his freed brothers, but there was still something so...
Unbearably sad about it.
Rex decided to spend the night on a cot in Cody’s room.
So he wouldn’t be alone.
He fell to sleep quickly, as he had been trained to do a thousand years ago in a world where everything had seemed simpler — even war.
Sometime in the night he woke to see Cody blinking blearily at him, saying: “...I... I failed... Do you know that Rex? I did.”
Before Rex could reply, Cody was asleep again.
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The next morning before dawn, Rex was woken by the sound of Cody attempting to climb out of bed. He was unbalanced and clearly in some form of pain, his forehead deeply lined, but he persisted.
“Woah!” Rex stepped up and tried to take his old friend by the wrist. Cody batted his hand away without even looking at him. “Cody, hey, you can’t go yet. You’re not fully healed.”
“I have a duty,” Cody said. “I have to fix my failure.”
Rex bit the inside of his mouth, a sudden fear crossing his mind. “Cody... this can’t be... fixed. He’s... they’re all...” he swallowed hard, his throat so tight that it hurt. “He’s dead. You can’t—”
Cody’s head jerked up sharply.
Rex blinked in the fixed stare those dark eyes were giving him, a penetrating and cold look.
“Dead?” Cody questioned. “...Did someone kill General Kenobi?”
Rex’s heart plummeted.
He doesn’t remember...
“I... yeah, vod. Someone did. But...”
If Rex had thought his heart had stopped before, it was nothing, nothing to what it did when Cody shook his head and said, so very calmly, “I shot him off the cliffside, but I’m sure he survived. It was a controlled fall. The Jedi survived. I failed in my duty. I have to fix it.”
“No,” Rex croaked out. “No... that’s not...”
The door opened again, and Ahsoka stood framed there. She must have overheard, because she was looking at Cody with pity.
Cody locked his gaze on her, drawing himself up to his full height. “Jedi,” he addressed her. “Duty. Have to fulfill.”
“He’s dechipped!” Rex shouted desperately. “I don’t understand!”
“I have to go,” Cody said placidly. “Excuse me. Don’t worry vod. I’ll come home when I’m done.”
“You can’t!” Rex shouldered his way between his brother and his only remaining Jedi, terrified of the serenity of both of them; Ahsoka’s quiet sympathy, Cody’s placid desire to murder a man that was already dead, a man he had loved— “You have to snap out of it, Cody!” Rex bellowed, and shook the man by the shoulders. “Please!”
“But I’m fine, Rex,” Cody said, sounding surprised. “I just have one more thing to do. You saved me from the Empire. But Kenobi must die. It’s my job.”
“It’s not!” Rex screamed. “He’s dead, Cody! Dead! You already killed him, he’s dead, he’s been dead for over a decade! You already killed him!”
He was crying now.
For Cody.
For Obi-Wan.
For himself.
For Ahsoka.
For everyone.
Everyone.
“Excuse me,” Cody said politely, addressing Ahsoka over Rex’s shoulder. “I need to go kill Kenobi. Do you know where he is?”
“You have to fix him,” Rex begged her, struggling to keep Cody in the room. “Please. The Force. Something!”
Ahsoka glanced at him. Then she stepped forward and carefully pressed two fingertips to Cody’s forehead. She closed her eyes.
Cody closed his too, and for a moment there was silence.
Then he slumped in Rex’s arms.
“What - what happened?” Rex demanded, clutching his unconscious friend and looking around at Ahsoka in panic. “Wha—did you fix him?”
She shook her head. “No, Rex. There’s nothing to be done.”
“That’s not true,” argued Rex. “That can’t — don’t be — Ahsoka, we just have to help him!”
“Cody wasn’t ever fully under the chip’s sway,” she whispered. There was an apology in her blue eyes that he did not want, did not want to see. “Like you were - but he - he wasn’t able to resist it like you did. But he was... conscious... beneath the surface.”
No.
“Always beneath the surface.”
An Imperial trooper. Treated like garbage, like something disposable, barely worth keeping. Barely even worth using.
“He knew what was going on. He didn’t know why, but he learned over time. Overheard things.”
Forced to follow orders. Wage war on innocents. Execute innocents.
Cody felt so heavy. Like Rex was holding the weight of all his friend’s trauma instead of just his physical form.
Forced to issue despicable orders. Forced to be a cog in a machine that served the people and ideals he had so hated.
“He was constantly at war with himself. When we removed the chip from Cody’s head...” Ahsoka’s eyes were grieved. One slim hand came to rest against Rex’s shoulder. “His mind wasn’t prepared to cease battle so quickly. It... it broke him, Rex. The two sides of his mind clashed so violently out of nowhere with nothing to control which one was winning, and...”
“No,” Rex repeated. “No.”
“I’m so, so sorry Rex,” whispered Ahsoka. “We tried to bring him back, but he just... came back wrong. There’s nothing that can be done to fix him.”
Rex’s shoulders shook; he stumbled and slipped to the floor, Cody unconscious in his arms and Ahsoka kneeling beside him, her face painted with pain and concern.
Cody. Cody, and his scar, and his stress lines, and his familiar face.
“What... what do I... what...” Rex heaved for air, finding it suddenly so hard to breathe. His chest felt heavy, his throat so tight he almost thought he was being throttled by invisible hands. “What am I supposed... to do? J-just... put him out of his misery?”
Ahsoka took a deep breath.
Held it.
“...I don’t know. He’ll never be right again. He’ll never be...”
“Free,” Rex finished. “He’ll never be free.”
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They had tried to heal him. They had tried to recondition him. They had tried erasing his memories of Order 66. They had even tried erasing his memories altogether.
But the broken mind of Commander Cody did not respond to time or treatment.
Most of the time he was calm. Sweet, reasonable, capable of cracking sly jokes.
But the slightest thing that triggered memories of Utupau would set him off.
Asking oh so politely for permission to go seek and kill a man long-dead, a man that he would once have never considered raising so much as a finger against.
He never harmed anyone in his attempts to leave.
But he harmed himself, skipping meals and sleep, banging slowly and repeatedly on closed doors, and demanding over and over and over to be let go.
And it took too much manpower to keep a constant watch on him. Manpower they didn’t have.
...So Rex, eleven years to the day after Order 66, settled his brother in a bed in the medical wing and set everything in order.
Waited for Cody to drift into a natural sleep.
And then, tears sliding silently down his weathered face, Rex pressed the button that would flood Cody’s veins with a drug that would ensure he would never wake again.
Cody slept.
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juliandev0rak · 3 years ago
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Into The Wild  
Chapter 4: Clover
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Warnings: blood, minor injury
Willa really has no idea what she’s doing.
She spends most of the next two weeks looking for Muriel, but in all that time she hardly catches a glimpse of him. He seems to be avoiding her, and as hard as she tries to get him alone to talk, he stays away. Sure, he’s busy, he has other job duties that take him away from the camp, there could be a perfectly reasonable explanation for him to have gone missing. 
But she’s pretty sure he’s avoiding her.
Willa knows she comes on too strong sometimes, she can’t help being open about how she feels and what she thinks of someone. As hard as she tries to bottle up the emotions or simply think about something else and focus on her job, her thoughts always turn back to that night by the fire and how she’d finally gotten to know Muriel a little. The more she learns about him the more she wants to know. 
And it doesn’t help that her friends tease her about him, constantly. Asra catches her eye across the room when he sees her searching for Muriel, Portia asks her twice if she’s kissed him yet, and Willa tries her best not to blush in front of the campers.
Still, life goes on and camp is busy even if Willa’s brain is far away. Summer is in full swing and the campers seem to be pulling out all the stops to ensure that the staff of Camp Vesuvia is exhausted.
The summer has also heated up, with temperatures in the triple digits nearly every day. The only reprieve is swimming in the lake, which Willa luckily gets a chance to do every afternoon. She’s lifeguard certified, thanks to the summer job she had a few years ago, and she often helps the recreation director Lucio with supervising campers at the lake.
Asra had warned her that Lucio was “an asshole” and she quickly finds that she agrees with that sentiment. Lucio spends most of his time regaling anyone who will listen with stories of his glory days as an athlete, he’d called himself an “olympic swimmer” who simply hadn’t gotten the chance to compete. But as self-centered as the man can be, he’s also great with the kids. They think he’s cool and more importantly—  they trust him, he’d been able to get even the most nervous of swimmers out in the lake.
Still, Willa tries her best to avoid him while she's on the lake. Even when Lucio is not in her sightline his voice seems to carry, echoing off of the rocks and trees as if he has a microphone. And up until a week ago, he did have a microphone, a megaphone to be precise. Nadia had luckily confiscated it because he was more than loud enough on his own. 
One late afternoon Willa sits in a canoe in the middle of the lake, trying to avoid another of Lucio’s infamous high school swim meet stories. Away from the shore the lake is incredibly peaceful and there are less campers to keep track of. While it would be easy to doze off or get distracted by the beautiful scenery, Willa takes her lifeguarding duties seriously.
All day it’s been sunny and hot, but as Willa drifts across the lake she watches the clouds roll in, slowly then all at once. They’ve gotten a few summer storms, they come on fast and leave just as quickly, but they can often include thunder and lightning. Willa pulls her sunglasses down, peering out from behind the tinted lenses as she surveys the sky. Just as she’s deciding it won't rain after all, a raindrop lands on her shoulder. 
It’s camp protocol to get everyone out of the water if it rains in case of lightning and flooding, so Willa gets her whistle out ready to evacuate. When she blows the whistle the campers around her obediently follow the direction and head back to shore, they’ve got plenty of rainy day activities planned as a backup. 
Willa has just started rowing back to shore when she hears splashes behind her. There’s a camper, one of the younger ones, struggling to balance her canoe. She watches as the boat capsizes and the girl screams as she falls into the water. Willa sets her canoe paddle down and dives in without a second thought, swimming over to where the girl had capsized. 
The camper is wearing a life vest and managing to tread water, but in her panic she’s unable to get back to shore. Willa grabs the girl in a rescue hold, hauling her back towards the dock. As she swims closer to shore, the water becomes more shallow than it looks and Willa runs into a submerged log, hitting her knee hard on the bark. She hisses in pain and tries to maintain her grasp on the camper whose panicked thrashing is pulling her down. 
Willa is considering using her whistle to call for help when a big splash sounds from her left and suddenly Muriel is there, swimming towards her as fast as he can. 
“Here, let me get her.” Muriel grabs the camper’s arm and pulls her back the rest of the way to the shore. Willa exhales in relief then takes a deep, shaky breath as she starts back. Her knee still aches from the impact with the tree and she struggles a bit as she slowly makes her way back.
Muriel sees the camper safely discharged into Nadia’s care and jumps back in to pull the two discarded canoes to shore. He ties them safely to the dock and watches as Willa emerges from the water. She takes a seat on the edge of the dock, wincing as she takes in her bleeding knee. She’d scraped it pretty badly, and she needs to remember to tell Nadia about it so they can have the log removed before anyone else gets hurt.
“Thanks for your help,” Willa says, trying for a cheery tone.
“Are you alright?” Muriel kneels down next to her, peering down at her leg.
His face is very close to hers and Willa can’t help but stare at him. Her eyes flit down to his lips, and when she looks back up a moment later she notices that his eyes are staring down at her lips. There's a moment of tense silence as they look at each other, and Willa leans forward just a little. She wonders if he notices the energy between them that has been so distracting for the last few days, the pull she feels towards him though she’s only known him a short while. 
Muriel pulls back at her proximity, his eyes snapping back up to hers. “Willa?” he asks again, pulling her attention back to his question. 
“It’s just a cut, I’ll be fine. There was a log under the water in the shallows,” she explains, reaching up to wring water out of her hair.
“You should go see the doctor,” Muriel says, grabbing a towel from the nearby rack for her. She accepts it gladly, wrapping it around her shoulders. He leans down to offer her a hand to help her up and as she takes it she notices again how warm his hand is. 
“I’ve got to make sure all the campers are out.” Willa turns back towards the lake, scanning the water for campers. She stands there for a few minutes just in case, her eyes trained to the water as she fights off shivers from the pouring rain. 
“It’s raining pretty hard, you should get inside,” Muriel says, and Willa turns to look at him, her towel falling down a bit. Muriel reaches forward to pull the towel back over Willa’s shoulder, his hand resting on her for a moment before he hurriedly moves away to grab his own towel. 
For a moment their eyes find each other again, the air between them charged as it had been before. He has to feel this too, Willa thinks, taking a step towards him. She’s unsure what exactly it is she’s planning to do, whether she might risk everything and lean towards him again, whether he would even want to be near her like this, to kiss her. He’s still looking at her, his eyes focused on hers, and for once when she leans in he doesn't move away. 
Just as she's wondering whether she should say close the distance between them, a roll of thunder booms in the distance, closer than before. The sound shocks them apart and Muriel nearly jumps back when he realizes how close they are. Willa sighs and pulls the towel closer to her as she turns back towards camp. “I guess we’d better get back, I’m sure they need my help with the campers.” 
“You need to go see the doctor.” 
“I’m fine,” Willa argues.
“I’m taking you to the doctor,” Muriel frowns at her, “I’ll carry you there if you don’t start walking.” 
Part of her wants him to do just that, and she blushes as she continues to stare him down, not wanting to give in to his suggestion. Finally, she looks down at her knee which is still bleeding, and heaves another sigh. “Fine. But I’m walking there myself.”
“Fine.”
“Let’s go then.” Willa walks off towards first aid, wondering if he’ll follow her. He stares after her for a minute, shaking his head as he watches her stalk off. 
When Willa arrives at the first aid cabin she pulls the door open without a backward glance. She doesn’t want to know if Muriel is following her. And she really doesn’t want to know if he isn’t. 
“Julian?” Willa calls, wincing as she notices how much water she’s dripping on the floors. 
The red-haired doctor emerges from a door in the back, taken aback by her bedraggled appearance. “Woah, Willa, what happened?”
Willa explains the canoe rescue, and Muriel’s part in it, as Julian patches up her knee. “But really, I’m fine. It’s just a scrape.” 
“You don’t need stitches or anything, but it’s a good thing Muriel was there to help. It sounds like you could’ve been in trouble with that big of a storm coming,” Julian says, turning to rummage in a drawer for the right sized bandage.
“It’s lucky he was there,” Willa agrees, looking out the window at the pouring rain. She needs to thank Muriel again, he’s basically saved her life twice now. Julian puts the bandage on her knee, all evidence of her scuffle with the log hidden safely behind a pink Hello Kitty bandaid.
“I thought you’d like that more than a Spiderman one,” Julian laughs as Willa inspects the bandaid curiously. 
“Are you kidding? Spiderman is much cooler, the campers are totally gonna make fun of me for this,” Willa scoffs. “Come on Julian, don’t you know what the kids like these days?”
“I’m sorry, do you want me to change it?” Julian’s eyebrows furrow together and he turns to look in the drawer again.
“Julian, stop, I was kidding,” Willa laughs, putting a hand on his shoulder. 
“Oh,” Julian’s face relaxes and he chuckles along with her. 
“Give me one of those lollipops and we’ll call it even.” Willa points to the bowl of candy on Julian’s desk, usually reserved for the more squeamish campers who need the incentive to behave. 
Julian laughs again and Willa watches his face light up, taken over by his smile. It’s easy to see what Asra likes about him, though he swears they’re “ancient history”. Julian is a genuinely kind person, someone who feels like a friend right away. He’s great at his job, compassionate, and more gentle than one would assume from his large stature. Though she knows his sister better, Willa hopes she’ll get a chance to become Julian’s friend too by the end of the summer.
Julian hands her the bowl of candy, breaking her out of her thoughts. “I’d say you earned candy.”  
“Thanks, Julian. You saved me, I thought we might have to amputate my leg,” Willa jokes as she unwraps the lollipop, blue raspberry flavor. 
“It was looking pretty rough back there,” Julian plays along, “I thought we’d need the bone saw.”
“Not the bone saw!” Willa puts her hand to her forehead dramatically, leaning backward on the table as if she’s about to swoon. They both laugh, the sound a burst of sunshine cutting through the sound of rain on the roof. 
“I think it would be best to avoid logs from now on.” Julian holds the door open for her, ushering her out of the cabin. 
Willa frowns as she steps out into the rain. “The log started it.
“Well next time you better finish it, show that log who’s boss,” he grins. 
“Bye, Julian.” Willa waves as she walks away. When she turns the corner she’s surprised to find Muriel leaning against the wall of the first aid cabin.
“Willa.” He sounds relieved to see her. 
Willa takes in his appearance, hair and clothes still dripping water from the lake and the rain. “Muriel! You didn't have to wait for me, you must be freezing in those wet clothes.”
“I’m fine. How’s your leg?” 
“It’s fine, just a scrape!” she smiles, popping the lollipop into her mouth. When she pulls it out to speak again, her tongue is blue. “The doctor even gave me a lollipop for being a good patient.” 
“It’s very blue,” Muriel comments, trying not to stare at her blue colored lips.
“It’s blue raspberry, want to try it?” Willa holds the lollipop out to him but he shakes his head. 
“No.” 
“More for me then.” Wills starts to walk away towards the counselor cabin, and this time she’s sure he’ll follow her. “Thanks for rescuing me again, you’re very good at that.”
Muriel’s eyes stay glued to the dirt path as he speaks, “It was nothing.” 
“It wasn’t nothing, I’m glad you were there.” They walk in silence for a minute as Willa’s brain races to think of something else to say. Finally, she can’t take it anymore, “Why have you been avoiding me?” 
“I haven’t been avoiding you,” Muriel says, finally looking up to meet her eyes. 
Willa’s eyes narrow as she looks at him. “I’ve barely seen you for days!” 
“I have work to do.” 
“So do I, but I would’ve made time to see you.” 
“Why would you want to see me?” Muriel asks as they reach the safety of the counselor's cabin porch.
“I... like talking to you,” Willa admits, and now it’s her turn to stare down at the dirt. 
“Oh.” 
She shushes the inner voice in her head which screams at her to stop talking and looks up at him. “Do you like talking to me?” “Yes.” Muriel answers without hesitation this time.
“Then we should talk more! We should hang out,” Willa suggests, unsure of how he’ll react to that statement.
“Ok.” 
“Ok?” 
“I’ll go to the bonfire later,” Muriel says, looking a bit uncertain as he says the words.
“There might not be a bonfire if the rain keeps up,” she says. “But we'll be having a movie night here instead, you’re welcome to join us!” 
“You’ll be there?” he asks.
“I’ll be there,” she confirms, nodding her head in affirmation.
“Ok.” Muriel almost smiles at her, the corner of his lips tugging up.
Willa opens the door to the cabin, taking a step inside. “I’ll see you tonight then.” 
“Alright.”
“Alright!” Willa grins, and this time Muriel really does smile at her. 
The rain keeps up all afternoon and well into the evening, and by the time dinner is done it’s clear the bonfire is cancelled. The campers retire to their cabins and the counselors retire to their movie night. It’s a camp tradition, one that usually involves alcohol and quite a lot of snacks.
Willa is just pulling a tray of her signature chocolate chunk cookies out of the oven when there's a knock on the front door. Since everyone else in attendance lives there, Willa assumes it’s Muriel. She rushes over to get the door, but Asra beats her to it.
“Muriel! We’re so glad you could make it!” Asra says warmly, gesturing for Muriel to come in. Muriel makes no move to enter until he sees Willa appear over Asra’s shoulder.
“Hey!” she grins, pulling Muriel inside and into a hug. It’s how she greets all of her friends, but Muriel stands there stiffly and she almost pulls away, worried she’s made a mistake. She’s relieved when Muriel relaxes into it a minute later, patting her back once. When she pulls away they’re both smiling. 
“I’ll uh, leave you two to get settled then,” Asra smirks as he watches them. “Movie starts in ten minutes!” 
“So, have you been here before?” Willa asks, leading Muriel into the kitchen. 
“Once or twice, but I’ve never stayed long.” Muriel looks around the kitchen, his eyes landing on the cork board next to the fridge. It’s covered in polaroid pictures of the camp staff from over the years. Most of the pictures are selfies with Asra and Portia in them, but the newer ones include pictures of Willa. He reaches out to touch one of them, it’s a candid photo of Willa laughing and covered in flour. “What happened here?” 
“Asra thought it would be funny to turn the mixer on high right as I added the flour. We were trying to bake a birthday cake for Nadia but as you can see, it didn’t go well,” Willa laughs. She finishes taking the cookies off of the cooling rack, transferring them over to a plate. “Would you like a cookie?” “Sure.” Muriel reaches out to take a cookie off of the plate and Willa watches attentively as he takes a bite. He perks up at the taste, he takes slow bites, savoring the cookie. Willa grins triumphantly, pleased at her guess that he enjoys sweets.
Portia enters the kitchen then, opening the fridge to pull out a beer. “Hi, Muriel!” 
“Hi.” Muriel nods at her.
“Nice apron, Willa,” Portia snickers as she heads back to the living room. Willa looks down, blushing as she realizes she’s still wearing a cheesy apron that says “kiss the cook” on it.
“This is Portia’s apron, she let me borrow it so I wouldn’t have a repeat of the flour fiasco,” Willa explains, hurriedly pulling off the apron. Muriel doesn’t comment, he’s too busy staring at the plate of cookies. “Do you want another? We’ve got plenty, go for it!” 
“They’re good.” Muriel carefully grabs another cookie, wasting no time in digging in. Willa laughs and picks up the plate so she can carry it into the living room. 
“Come on, let’s go get a seat before all the couch spots are taken,” Willa heads out the kitchen door and he follows. They’re just a minute too late, and Hestion takes the last seat on the couch next to Portia. “Fine, we’ll take the beanbags then.” 
Willa plops onto one of the fluffy cushions, gesturing for Muriel to take the other. He sinks into the beanbag, his legs stretching out in front of him. He watches cautiously as the other staff members chat and pass around drinks and various bowls of chips and popcorn. As the lights get turned off and the movie starts Muriel relaxes a bit, his shoulder resting against Willa’s. 
It was Portia’s turn to choose the movie, and she chose a horror movie set at a cabin in the woods. The movie hits a little too close to home, and only minutes into the movie Willa is too scared to look. She buries her head in Muriel’s shoulder, and he tentatively puts his arm around her. She peers out from his arm occasionally, screaming at all the jump scares. Muriel winces at the scares too, it’s clear he’s not enjoying the movie much but he stays anyway. 
As the movie goes on they move closer to each other, Muriel’s arm stays around her and she presses closer into his side until no space remains between them. Up close, Muriel smells like myrrh and soap, fresh like the forest after it’s rained. If she’s being honest, Willa isn’t that scared of the movie, but being this close to Muriel is nice. By the time the credits roll nearly two hours later, Muriel’s arm is sore from keeping it around Willa but he doesn’t complain. Neither one of them wants to move until Asra turns the lights on, and then they realize there’s an audience of gossiping camp staffers watching them. 
“I should go.” Muriel stands up abruptly, and Willa follows him out of the room.
“I’m glad you came,” Willa says once they’re alone by the door. She gathers her courage and leans up on her tiptoes to kiss him on the cheek. Muriel stares at her in surprise, his hand reaches up to touch his cheek and Willa takes a step back. 
“What was that for?” he asks.
“I just… felt like it?” Willa looks down at her feet, internally cursing herself for always doing things without thinking them through first. 
“Ok…” Muriel looks like he wants to say something else but instead he leans down to kiss her cheek, so quickly his lips barely touch her. She stares at him, her cheeks flushed as red as her hair.
“And what was that for?” Willa teases, raising an eyebrow in question.
“Goodnight, Willa.” Muriel opens the door, turning to look back at her once more before he shuts it behind him. Willa leans back against the door, giddy and grinning as she reaches up to touch her cheek as Muriel had done.
“SPILL!” Portia calls as she walks into the front hallway, Asra follows right behind her and the two of them corner Willa. 
“Tell us everything!” Asra says, poking Willa’s arm playfully. 
Willa just laughs and shakes her head, “I’m not sure what just happened.” 
“He likes youuu,” Portia says in a sing-songy voice.
“Maybe,” Willa smiles, a nervous laugh slipping out as she thinks again of his lips pressed to her cheek.
“Definitely,” Asra argues, “He was watching you instead of the movie.”
“How would you know? You were too busy watching Julian,” Willa teases, and Asra scoffs.
“You should’ve seen the way he looked at you, Willa,” Portia says. “He totally likes you.”
Willa takes a step over to the window, the porch light just illuminates the retreating figure of Muriel as he walks towards the ranger station. She lets out another nervous, giddy laugh as she turns back to her friends. “We’ll see.”
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concentrateandpush · 4 years ago
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“I can’t help it”
Falling pregnant so fast wasn't a good plan, but Rory and his Mom's have been so good to me and taken me in when I've really needed help. The fact that one of his mom's Lena, recently gave birth really settles my mind and the other one, Liv is 30 weeks pregnant.
I've really started to get some intense cramping tonight, Rory is asleep next to me and he worked all day so I can't wake him up. I go downstairs to get a glass of water and hear the baby cry upstairs, so I run back up with my drink to check on her, it's the least I can do for Lena and Liv. I go in and rock her standing for a few seconds before feeling a gush of fluids between my legs. "Ohh shit" I say softly looking into the babies eyes.
I sit in the nursing chair and rock Cassie back to sleep before putting her in her crib again and going to fetch some paper towels. Half way to the bathroom I feel myself cramping again and my body instinctively squats down, holding on to the banister at the top of the stairs. I take long, deep breaths and hum a little on the out breaths. The contraction lasts longer than the last and I then go to the bathroom then return to the nursery to wipe up my waters real quick.
After doing that I go back to our room and see Rory asleep, fast asleep. I decide to sit on the desk chair and sit with my legs crossed. My legs being open releases some pressure, but still makes me feel like I need to squat or something.
A half hour goes by, 4 contractions later and I decide to walk around the room a little, but an intense contraction catches me off guard and I squat to the floor, holding the end of the bed for support. My legs are widened and I have a big baggy shirt on. I reach down and bite my lip, feeling between my legs for the baby. I can't reach far enough inside myself so I decide to get on all fours.
At this point, my whole body is throbbing. "Baby, just hang in there, a little while longer" I whisper and bite my lip as I get another contraction. They're on top of each other. I cant get a break.
There's so much pressure and I want to push so bad, but I cant do it with out knowing I'm ready. One push wont hurt, surely? I decide to try to push to see what happens. I wait for a contraction and stay on my hands and knees, once its here I bite my lip and bare down, pushing ever so slightly and letting out a low guttural groan. It felt so good but hurt more than anything I've ever felt.
I feel the next contraction already and decide baby is ready to come, I look up at Rory who is still sleeping and I hold my underbelly, spreading my legs apart further. "Here we go baby" I whisper before giving a big push and with out allowing it, I scream a blood curdling roar.
Before I know it Rory's Mom's have run into the room and are either side of me. "Sweetheart, what are you doing? You're not pushing yet are you?" Lena asks as she kneels next to me. "I have to, I can’t help it" I cry as I feel another contraction. "Uggghhhh" I moan loudly as I try my best to push baby down. "Yeah she's going for it" Lena says before Liv gets up and wakes Rory "Your girlfriend is pushing your baby out and you're sleeping, get up!" She shouts, cradling her 30 week pregnant belly.
I see Rory coming over and sitting behind me, he's half asleep, but he leans my body back on his and I lean my head back on his shoulder. "Babe, I cant do this, I cant do it" I cry shaking my head. "If anyone can do this, it's you" Rory whispers and kisses my head.
I look up at Liv and I feel her finger inside me, pressing down "here, Beth, I need you to push where my finger is" she says sternly and I nod, take a deep breath and press my chin to my chest. "Nnnggggg" I cry as I grit my teeth, holding it as long as I can before letting out the breath and spluttering everywhere "oh god, ohh fuck" I moan.
"Let's get you up and squatting, let your body work for you a little" Lena says softly as Rory helps me up into a squat, holding me under my arms. "Ohhhhh fuck" I moan loudly, already feeling the need to push. I reach down and pull my legs, Rory holding all of my body weight, I try to open up my legs as far as I can and I bare down, crying and silently pushing, this is when they start to realise how much pain I'm in.
"Her body is so small, Mom, can she do it?" I hear Rory ask Lena. She nods and I feel her hands roam inside me "oh god, get out, get it out of me!" I cry loudly and I feel my body starting to exhaust. "Help me, someone just pull her out, just pull her" I cry, clearly struggling and just begging for relief.
"Okay, let's get her on the bed, Rory, you grab one leg, Liv, the other, pull them as far as you can get them" Lena demands as I get carried to the bed and I feel them pull my legs "oh woah, stop, too far!" I cry and hold my groin crying, feeling like my body is being torn apart.
"Okay, the head is huge, Beth, listen to me, I need you to give me all you've got, you will tear but we can get that fixed" Lena says calmly. "Oh please, just, please" I cry. I dont know what I'm begging for at this point, but I need help. The next thing I see is Olivia coming over, she sits close to Rory and starts talking quietly to him "in front of you?!" He says disgusted before reaching down and starting to stimulate my nipples.
I moan a little through pleasure before realising that it's helping me alot. "Babe, dont stop" I moan before giving a deep, hard push. "Can you see anything yet?" I grunt and start again "nnngggggaah" I cry out looking at Lena. She looks up and smiles "keep that coming sweetheart, the heads showing" she smiles and rubs my thigh.
All I feel is this intense urge to really bare down and push, so I move onto my knees, barely taking notice of what's going on around me and I push, letting out a long, moan that ends in a scream. "Beth, Beth listen to me, I know there is no contraction, but i need you to push" Lena says sternly and I nod, hearing the urgency in her voice. I push as hard as I can, gritting my teeth and clenching my fists "I cant, I cant" I moan and Lena looks at Olivia seriously.
"Beth, the baby isnt getting much oxygen, I need the head out so that I can get the chord over the head" she explains and I nod, falling onto my hands as this primal urge comes over me. "Mmmmmphhhh" I moan, I open my legs under me and push again, even harder "Ohhhhhhhhh, come on baby, work with mommy" I whisper.
"That's it Beth, one more push for the head then we can take it a little easier" she nods. "Nnnggggaahh" I groan, my eyes tearing up and my face turning red. I hear a gush of fluid pour out and I try to see what's happening. I feel the chord being pulled and a bite my lip a little "everything okay back there?" I ask and all I hear is baby cry. I smile and let a cry out "Mommy's gonna push you out now baby girl" I say confidently.
"I need to stand" I say soflty before feeling everyone bringing me to my feet. I reach between my legs with both hands and smile "hello you" I laugh. I feel a contraction coming and with the push, I feel myself squatting lower and my body trying to get me to open my legs more. "I've got you babe" Rory whispers "Push our baby out" he smiles.
"Ooughhhhhh" I moan and take a quick breath before going at it again and letting out a blood curdling scream. I feel a hot, slimy movement between my legs and I see Lena look at me, crying "You did it, Beth, you're a Mom" she whispers as she puts baby on my chest.
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mlqcconfessions · 5 years ago
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Hi! I’ve been binging your headcanons because I’m in isolation but they’ve been keeping me company! Can I request for how each of the guys reacts to/takes care of an MC with PTSD? Just because I have it and I’ve never seen a HC for it! Of course if this is upsetting for you to write by all means don’t feel pressured to write it! I hope you have a wonderful day 🌸
I had to do a little research to get the details, but I hope you were able to relate to it!
Enjoy!
MLQC Headcanon - Rely on me more
Victor
He noticed you were having trouble sleeping lately
He was about to comment on your tossing and turning (by starting his sentence with dummy)
When he realized you were getting up, he retracted his statement right away
“Where do you think you’re going this late?”
“Nothing....I’m just...” (you’re fumbling over your words)
“There’s something bothering you, isn’t there?”
“No! Nothing’s bothering me.....just go back to sleep, Victor”
There’s no way he can go back to sleep with you like this (if only you knew how worried he was)
“MC, talk to me”
“I told you, I’m fine”
“MC, if you don’t tell me anything I won’t be able to help you”
“Well, maybe I don’t WANT your help!” (you’re shocked at your own voice)
Not as surprised as he is
You look away, afraid to meet his eyes
He opens his mouth to say something, but no words escape
He gently grabs your hand and pulls you towards him
“....Victor?”
“I know it’s only been a few months since we made our vows, but I want you to trust me more. RELY on me, MC”
He spins the wedding ring on your finger, glimmering in the moonlight with every rotation
You look up to meet his face, filled with worry and pain
“I’m sorry, Victor...it’s just...I keep thinking about that day when....” (you trail off, burying your head in his chest)
He finally realizes what was weighing your small figure down (he’s exasperated at his own uselessness)
He raises your head so your eyes lock with his, ignited with determination
“I want you to wait for me, MC”
“...what do you me—”
“I’m going to learn. About you, your condition...how you feel, why you feel this way.....I’ll learn everything”
“Victor....”
“Until the day I can stand by your side as someone who knows you most, as your HUSBAND.......so....wait for me”
He regularly met with a psychiatrist after that, making sure you were in the best possible care
“Victor, we don’t need another cat!”
“Animals can provide a sense of comfort. It’s good to have them nearby, especially when I can’t be there next to you”
“I understand, but we don’t NEED FIVE!”
Kiro
He doesn’t understand what it’s like to have PTSD
Naturally, doesn’t know how to help someone who is suffering from it
Tells Savin to clear his schedule this week so he can spend it all with you (sorry, Savin)
He goes to your apartment, hands full with snacks and games he brought over (you still need to pay your debts in Animal Crossing)
He sees you on the floor, clutching your head in agony (he drops everything and immediately runs over to you)
“MISS CHIPS!”
You slowly regain your consciousness as you spot Kiro’s face, only inches away from yours
“Ki— Kiro? What’re you doing he—” (another headache stops you from finishing your sentence)
Kiro promptly picks you up in his arms and places you down on the sofa
He kneels down to look up at your face
“MC, look at me” (he cups your face in his hands)
They’re trembling.....
“Kiro, I’m fine now. Don’t worry”
“No! You’re not! (he places his head on your knees) How long has this been going on for?”
“.....a while....” (you reach over to pat his hair)
“....why didn’t you tell me?” (his voice is raspy, so different from his usual energetic tone)
“I didn’t want to worry you....besides, it’s just some triggers over an event...it’s not something to bother you about”
“Just some triggers? Not something I should KNOW about?” (he quickly looks up at you, before picking you up and setting you on the bed)
“Woah Ki—“
“I know I’m not reliable, but please understand that you’re not alone here! I want you to rely on me, MC! I always want you to be happy! You say I’m your sunshine, but that’s only because you’re here with me!”
He strains these last words as he keeps you in his embrace, as if he’s afraid to let you go
“.....please let me help you...”
Lucien
You were showing symptoms from a while back, even before you two started dating (of course, he caught up on that)
Technically, he knew what to do when working with a patient who had PTSD
But it’s different when it involves you
He’s much more careful around you now
No longer does kabedons like before (where he pins you to a wall to make you blush, much to his amusement)
He watches his words, considering your every possible reaction
He doesn’t force you to get checked out if you don’t want to (you prefer just talking to him, anyways)
Sometimes explains the scientific backgrounds of your symptoms
It feels like he knows more about you than yourself
But that’s far from the case
He’s devastated seeing you suffer so much (and he can’t do anything except stand as an outsider)
This is one area where his evol won’t help him now
He doesn’t dramatically change how he acts towards you
“You’re still the same butterfly”
He knows all about intrusive memories, and how it affects you
He’s ready to run over to your side whenever you have reactions (you try to tell him to stay put, not wanting to make him so worried)
“I’m here because I want to, MC. No one’s making me. If anything, I want you to rely on me more”
He tidies some hair out of your face, and interlocks his hand with yours
“So don’t push me away?” (you can’t win over that beautiful smile)
He helps you get up from the floor, intentionally tripping you during the process (you fall into his arms as they wrap around you)
This guy.....
“Oh? How daring”
He locks the door to his office
Gavin
If anything, he understands what it’s like to have PTSD
He was only able to get over fires with YOU in his life
“Now it’s my turn to save YOU, MC”
He doesn’t take you out on Sparky anymore (Too dangerous)
He doesn’t take you out on nightly flights anymore (Too risky)
“Gavin, I’m completely fine! I can manage!”
“No, as much as I want to, I have to control myself. I can’t expose you to any more dangers”
This was all because of what happened last time when he entered through the window
He realized you became more easily startled, as if you’re putting a guard
It had everything in him to NOT punch the wall when he found out HE caused your panic attacks (but nothing stopped him from punching Eli’s desk)
He doesn’t want you going outside too often, but didn’t like seeing you trapped like a cage bird
“Do you want to go flower viewing, MC? I heard there’s a festival nearby” (he was so flustered when you rejected his offer)
But you always loved flower viewing.....
He’s interrogated loads of suspects who were diagnosed with PTSD as an evol agent
But this is the first time he’s had to do something like this to his fiancee
He’s worried that you think he’s not reliable enough (his beta male persona is conflicted)
He asks Minor for advice (much to his distaste)
Gavin?! Asking ME about something?!
Well, if she doesn’t want to go flower viewing, then just bring the flowers to her!
Meanwhile, you’re opening the windows to air out the house while cleaning (your headaches are starting to come back)
Suddenly a gust of wind appears, bringing a storm of petals, leaves, and the like into the room
“.....Gavin!” (he senses that he’s in danger)
You grab his arms and glare into his eyes (he’s so nervous right now)
It’s not long before you let out a laugh, completely forgetting about your headache
He’s stammering, even more afraid because you’re not getting angry at him
“Let’s hurry and clean this up (you pick out the petals in his hair). We’ll have to be quick if we wanna make it to the festival, right?”
This was very interesting! I haven’t had to write with a real-life condition before, so it was a new experience!
Hopefully I was able to accurately portray PTSD! Sorry about my lack of knowledge!
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malindamay · 4 years ago
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Ian POV: Hi uh, I’m Ian and I-I’m going to you a story about time that. I saved Disneyland and how me and Barley become the 26th characters so, uh, I’ll try my best I never tell anyone story’s except my movie story, of course. Uh, *clears throat* so here’s my NOBLE story. *chuckles* Mickey Mouse will you please be the narrator, please?😅
Mickey/ normal POV oh boy! Yes! So *clears* one day In a beautiful place, where all mystical creatures live in peace and harmony mostly, called, New Mushroomtin. The Lightfoot family was starting a new day. Ian, a 16-year-old elf, is shy and sometimes unconfident, but he wanna make his family proud especially his dad and his beloved brother, Barley. “Dear Brother we have a buffet awaits us!” Said Barley with enthusiasm-
Ian POV if you don’t know barley, he’s my older brother, and he’s very joyful and kind-hearted for me and the only thing that fears him the most is A, staying in hospital long time, B, he sees someone who has medical problems or has tubes, ventilator ETC, and C, seeing me hurt
Sorry, Mickey, gotta tell our Disney/fans about my brother if they don’t know who he is.😅
Mickey POV ok, so Ian replies with a chuckle, “*chuckle* its dinner Barley not a fancy buffet lol” Blazey pounces on Ian making Ian almost dropping the food “ *yelps* laughs * Blazey *ack!* okx3!🤣 😅 love you too.” Till Ian saw a letter tape on their door it’s from me(Mickey Mouse)
“ Hey Ian
this is Mickey Mouse and I was wondering if you and your brother can come to Disney world for the DVC Celebration plus you and your brother will be debating on the Disney team I know you’re shy,but you’ll be fine I’m sure my pals love ya, and even there’ll be fans who love your movie! Please accept this invitation.
Love, Mickey Mouse.❤️”
Ian reads it twice and his face turns from 😕 —>🙂😀 “Barley, will you love to go on a majestic quest with me?!😀”
Barley suddenly answer” *laughs* My dear brother, of course!” Ian nods he grabs his staff and he goes pack up their luggage’s! Laurel( their mom) looks at them a little nervous.” Are you sure you boys will be fine?” Ian nods “don’t worry I’ll call ya if something happens wrong,ok?” Laurel says “but-“ Ian cuts her off with a smile “I’m wizard well, 1st stage *chuckles* we”ll be fine, I’ll try to protect barley and he’ll protect me!”
Laurel had a tear in her eyes “ *sniffs* you two always have your father’s spirit. *sobs* 😢” Ian hugs his mom “before you go I have something for you,Ian. *grabs a flowey (lavender with gold,swirly glittered design in the edges) scarf(same style like elsa’s mom’s but different) it’s from your dad’s when he’s about almost your age.”
Ian clenched it suddenly a guset of wind swirls around him ounce as Ian closes his eyes. “Thx mom.”
Barley smiles at Ian till Blazey comes up to Ian and hugs him likes they’re gonna be leave her with their mom alone for few months, Ian says in his sweet tone “sorry girl wish we could take you with mom but, I think Mickey just wants me and Barley,ok? Who’s a good girl,come on who’s a good dragon?” Blazey barks at Ian as a “I am.” Ian gets up grabs their luggages “we’ll miss you mom,Blazey. We’ll be fine I’ll text call or FaceTime you when we want to.” Barley comes and puts his shoulder around ians’s softly “ it’s ok mom.🙂” Lauarel sheds a tear “*sniffs* you’ll always have your dad’s spirit.”
Ian goes and about to close the door “see ya in a few months,mom. *blows a kiss*”
In New Mushroomtin Airport:
Ian was a little nervous and excited to go,but he knew he always have his brother by his side and his spiritual dad beside them. Barley smiles at Ian “ready,Ian?🙂” Ian takes a deep breath and grabs his luggage’s as Barley grabs his, as Ian says” *sighs* yes!🙂”
After few days they had landed and as they saw the beauty of the Disneyland hotel Ian slowly twirls as he admires around “woah, this place is gorgeous!”😀” they’re about to unpack their luggage’s till they heard a knock on their hotel room(room 24) Ian opens the door and saw the big cheese himself,the one that started it all, Mickey Mouse! “Hi pals, hope you’re enjoying your room so far *ha ha* oh boy!” Ian shakes Mickey’s hand, *gasps* it’s a really honor to meet you Mickey can’t wait to make our 1st debut in DCA!😅” Barley comes up “hi, names Barley nice to meet you,bro*laughs* “ barley gives Mickey a bro hug. Mickey asks in his kind voice “is anything that my cast members can do for you, or-“ Ian says “no,but we’re a little hungry.” Mickey says in his cheerful tone” oh boy! I know just the place! I’ll wait till you 2 are done with your unpacking.” Ian nods and says “ I’ll knock after we’re done unpacking
Mickey closes the door as the 2 brotherly elves unpacking their luggage’s Ian took his staff out of his long suitcase. Barley asks “need help dear brother?😀” little help,please!”Ian replie. As Ian saw something in his satual shiny is a locket that has the Lightfoot gain including Blazey in the inside! replies, He puts it around his neck and looks at his reflection in the mirror Ian sheds a tear in his eyes. Barley looks at him and coax him “hey,you ok?” Ian couldn’t control his tears, so he let his tears out Barley gently puts down his stuff and hugs Ian to conforts his beloved brother. “I know you miss mom and Blazey, I miss them too,but hey, we get to make our 1st apperience in DCA,Disneyland! They’ll be tons of human fans will love us,and ETC, it’s ok.” Ian sobs softly as he hugs barley back. “ I love you and *sobs* I’m not letting anyone or anything hurt me or you. *sobs softly*😢😭“
Chapter 2
After they unpacked their luggage’s, Ian wears his shawl/scarf and grabs his staff, and knocks on the door, “ready pals?” Mickey asks. Ian grabs Barley’s hand, “*sighs* yes!🙂”
“ wow this place is majestic!” Ian said
Mickey replying “yes it’s a fun place where all ages to have fun and ETC.
Mickey: Yes, the wind blows a little bit cooler
And we're all happy
And the clouds are moving on with every pixie dusts
Our flowers just became gorgeous
Goofy:And my leaf's a little sadder and wiser
Mickey: That's why I rely on certain certainties
Yes, some things never change
Like the feel of your hand in ours
Some things stay the same
Like how we get along just fine
Like an old stone wall that will never fall
Some things are always true
Some things never change
*to Ian and Barley* Guys, did your dreams come true?
Minnie: The flowers are already blooming
Pluto, it feels like the debut is coming
*talks for pluto* tAre you telling me tonight he’s gonna get down on one knee?
Yep, but I'm really nervous at planning these things out
Like greeting them the 1st time!
*talks for pluto* Maybe you should leave all the exciting stuff to the characters
Yeah, some things never change
Like the joy that I feel for them
Some things stay the same
Like how dogs are easier
But if I commit and I go for it
I'll know what to say and do, right?
*talks for pluto* Some things never change
Pluto, the pressure is all on you
Ian: is this really true , could that be this day of our debut?
Dad, wish you could see us now? I'm not sure I want things to be perfect
These days are precious, can't let the magic fade
I can't stop this moment, but I can still go out and see this day!!
Other Disney characters: The wind blows a little bit cooler
Goofy: : And if you believe in yourself
The elf brothers: It's time to count our blessings beneath an heaven sky
Disney characters: We'll always live in the kingdom of plenty
That stands for the good of the many
Ian: And I promise you the flag of Disneyland will always fly BOOMBASTIA! *staff swishes*
Disney characters:Our flag will always fly
Our flag will always fly
Our flag will always fly
Some things never change
Turn around in the time that's flown
Some things stay the same
Though the future remains unknown
May our good luck rest, may our past be past
Time's moving fast, it's true
Some things never change
Barley: And I'm holding on tight to you
Ian: Holding on tight to you
Mickey:Holding on tight to you
Ian and barley: Holding on tight to you
Chapter 3
A trolly appears and a tourist comes would you both like a tour of the park?”
The elves replied “ yes of course. *laughs at each other*” Ian goes inside the horse trolley Barley sat beside his brother after he grabs few snacks from one of the shops in Main Street USA.
After 2 hours of touring around and. Behind the castle. “Thank you so much for giving us a tour!” Ian shakes the tourist and hugs him and Barley asks, “if you don’t mind can I take a selfie with you Ian and your trolley with your horse?” “Oh absolutely!” Ian poses with his staff and helds his shawl/scarf. “SELFIE!😀” Barley calls out with delight! “Thank you so much!” “Hey no problem, have a magical time on your 1st day!” Calls out the tourist as the 2 elves goes out and have fun. They’d arrive to the AMC in Disney Hollywood studio. “Ready Ian?” Ian takes a deep breath and he holds his staff in his right arm and the other holds his brother’s hand, and said “ Yes, Yes! I’m- we’re so proud of our hard work with our movie. *sigh* I’m ready to meet our fans!”
They enters the entrance and they stop at their meet and greet spot and Ian is ready.
Chapter 4
The crowds was in line and a little girl, a 2 year old dressed as Ian, got her own Ian’s staff. It was her and her family’s turn. She hides behind her mom’s leg. Ian kneels and holds out his hands “hey little girl, it’s ok I won’t use my staff on you to hurt you, it’s ok, awww. *hugs* it’s that your staff?” The mom says “ wanna show Ian your 19 inch Ian plush?”
Ian holds his doll and make it wave at her and covers its eyes “peekaboo.”
“Aww, hey, name’s Barley it’s ok. Wanna take photos? Huh?” The girl turns towards the photographer. Ian holds his doll in his left hand and his right, hugs the girl. “ok say bye.” Says the mom. Ian blows a kiss to the girl and make his doll waves bye to the girl and says in his little high pitch voice “bye, love you * makes his doll blows a kiss and make his doll hugs her* *normal pitch* bye love you, one more hug? aww. *hugs* bye.we Love you.”
Chapter 5
Suddenly blast of wind burst the door open! Malificeint appears, smoke appears from her. “Well well well.” The wind from her power makes Ian’s hair,flannel,scarf/shawl, Barley’s vest flows. “Who are you?” Ian asks as he holds his staff and points it towards the dark souceror . “I’m Malificent. The powerful villain in all the land!” Thunder boomed as she evil laughs. “ there’s something I want. Something that’s magical and more powerful. I need your magic.😈” Ian looks at her puzzled “what?” Barley looks little upset “ why,why do you want his magic?!😨😠 Ian nobley says “wait so-“ Malificient cuts him off “let you something to you all! I want his magic to becomepowerful and become the queen of DISNEYLAND!!” Ian emotion turns from 😠 —>😨 “wait. NO!! *grunts* VOLLTEr ThUNDE-“ Malificent used her power to push Ian! “*yelps in fear* NO you YOU MONSTER!!” “YOU’LL SEE YOU’LL ALL SEE!!!! *evil laughs out loud*😈” a huge gust of wind blows ounce hard across the room. Ian’s flannel opened from the wind! Ian looks at his hand and the staff “NO! *sobs*” Ian grabs his shawl/scarf and flieds through the park the trolley horse stops and yelps out the tourist tried to calm the horse down and saw Ian ran to the hotel room(room 24). Ian shuts the bedroom door and sinks to his knees and cries as he hugs his dad’s staff. “Dad! *sobs* please help me! *sobs*” suddenly the window opens and a swirl of wind created a spirit of his dad his voice echos. “Ian,my son. Why does she wants your magic?” “*sniffs* *breaking voice* I-I don’t know.” His dad puts his hand on his young son’s cheeck.
Ian holds his scarf close to him as he looks up at his spiritual dad. His dad holds his staff and gives it to Ian, but Ian slowly grabs the staff. Suddenly he saw darkness pulls into Disneyland. Ian looks out the window, he gasps in horror his iPhone rings. “I-Ian it’s me B-barley please he-“ Ian got scared his dad told him “listen you can do this you defeated the curse dragon last time.” Ian looks at the staff and looks noble! “ I’m going to give Malificent what she wants!😠” Wilden cries out “What?! No Ian I can’t let you be powerless I can’t let my son be powerless and weak!” Ian clenched his staff and runs off to Malificent!”
Chapter 6
Inside Disneyland castle all the Disney/Pixar characters inside Malificent is waiting for her power gift,Ian! Doors slam open with a blast of Ian’s staff from Ian. “Oh Ian *hugs* I thought you-“ Ian cuts Barley off. “I’m here to give you the gift. My MAGIC!” Barley gasps in horror so does all the other characters! Malificent approaches to Ian and she stabs him in the heart Ian yells in pain.
“IAN!!!😱 NO!!!”Malificent froze Barley in place. Ian lies there shouting out pain! “No *moans* please.” “Your magic will make me more powerful! *evil laugh*
Malificent: I'm not the villain in distress.
I'm not your girlfriend or the frightened sourccer .
I'm not a little bird who needs your help to fly.
Nope..... I'm the bad guy.
All these former villains that you see...
Each of them with shaking knees has knelt before me.
So I'm not your teammate or your partner in crime.
What am I, boys?!
-She's the bad guy..-
Oh, it's magic
To watch a planet
Shrivel up and die...
Oh, it's thrillin'
To be a villain.
I take over their homes and then I watch them suffer...
Mwhaha!
CUZ, I'M THE BAD GUY!!!!😈
Ian tries to stands up but the pain in his heart hurts so bad Malificent dissapears Barley unfroze as she dissapearss.
Chapter 7
Barley brought Ian to their hotel room and laid Ian on the couch, along with the other characters “Runpunzel use your heal power.” Flyn says. Runpunzel sings a special song as she wraps her hair around Ian’s torso.
✨💫flower gleam and glow,
Let your power shine.
Make the clock reverse,
Bring back as mine.
Heal will help the pain.
Change the faith desires.
Say what’s has be loved bring back ounce was mine.
When ounce was mine.💫✨
His heart was healed Ian breaths as Barley holding his hands while he sobs sofyly and saying prayers.
Chapter 8
Elsa and Anna rush yo check on Ian withe the other Disney characters
“Elsa! *moans*” barley coax Ian @shh Ian lie down.” “ I’m so sorry it’s not our fault.”
Ian: Barley, 🎶 you’re the soul who I understand. The love that show me of who I am! through the darkness to the light. You got my back and I believe you. If It weren’t for you. I’ll be the wheels and you’ll be the road.
Barley: Ian,what you’re trying to say? Can you please let me know.
Ian: cause you carried me with you
From the quest of the gem to the battle of the dragon. I was so brave cause of you. Like a moonlight with the stars you’ll guiding me, yeah it’s true. You carried me with you!
Barley: Ian, 🎶from the day that Youall begun. But, I was there to protect you. But when I see you being hurt. I tried to help, you’re a fighter. And when my heart filled with worried. found a way to comfort me. You always found a bright side, and make me feel better.
Both: cause you carried me with you
From the quest of the gem to the battle of the dragon. I was trying to protect you, like a moonlight with the stars, you’ll be guiding me, yeah it’s true, yeah carried me with you.
Ian: oh we’ll be always be together no matter what.
Barley: watching out the days turns into night
Ian: we know to brave the stormy weathers.
Both: well never give so without a fiiiihhhhhhttt!!
Ian: and if it weren’t for you from the battle
I’ll would’ve die without you.
Barley: I’ll see us through thick and thin
For love and lost till the end.
Both: yeah you carried me with you
From the quest of the gem to the battle of the dragon I was just to secard to see
Like a moonlight with the stars you’ll always protect me
Yeah it’s true
You carried me with you
Ian: oh you carried me with you.🎶
Chapter 9
Judy and nick rushes to Ian and barley with other characters in the hotel. “We heard the news! oh sweet cheese and crackers, are you ok,Ian? *holds Ian hands*” “*sighs* he’s fine,except he has no magic left Malificent had his power!” Barley told Judy. “I’m-we’re sorry we-“
“How do we stop this darkness?!” Ian asks. Barley puts their dad’s shawl/scarf around Ian’s shoulders. Barley ordered all the characters, except Ian, to go and try to stop Malificent with him, but Ian won’t let him. “What?! No” “Ian I can’t let you die!” “No I’m coming too! If dad was here, he would go a-and go to be noble to fight and never give up. I may not have dad actually being here, but if I swear to God, he’ll be with us spiritually,I love you!” Barley looks at him little sceard. Ian holds his shawl/scarf and shouts “Come on, stay together! STAY STRONG!!” Barley can’t believe that his brother is gonna sacrifice his love for his family and old/new friends!
Chapter 10
Malificent : 🎶Believe me I know
I've sunk pretty low
But whatever I've done you deserved
I'm the bad guy, that's fine
It's no fault of mine
And some justice at last will be served
Now it's time to step up
Or it's time to back down
And there's only one answer for me
And I'll stand up and fight
Cause I know that I'm right
And I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready
Ready as I'll ever be
Ian: Now it's time to rise up
Or it's time to stand down
And the answer is easy to see
And I swear by the staff
If you're in, get on board
Are you ready?
Judy: I'm ready
Mickey Minnie : We're ready
Crowd: We're ready
Ian: Ready as I'll ever be
Barley : Are you quite sure we can do this?
Ian: Together we will guarantee
Malificent : I'll make them hear me
Crowd: Now it's time to redeem
Or it's time to resolve
Ian : Prove they can trust me
Crowd: And the outcome will hardly come free
Ian: I'll save or land and family
Crowd: Now the line's in the sand
And our moment's at hand
Mérida : And I'm ready
Barley : I'm ready
Ian & Judy: I'm ready
Malificent : Ready as I'll ever be!🎶
Chapter 11
Ian got on a horse(which it almost reminds him Guenivere (their stead)
Barley looks confident but scared for his brother. “Ian, are you sure? I don’t want you to get hurt. “ Ian says “I may not have magic, but I still have little magic inside if me.” Ian fleds through Main Street USA to the Castle. As Ian gets off alone with the horse, the horse neighs meaning: be careful, ” it's ok I’ll be fine.
Chapter 12
In Disneyland caatle area the sky covers with darkness, The wind blows across the land. Ian gasps in horror along with the Disney characters. Ian stood noble to try to control his tears. “Come on, Barley you Judy with me the others splits together.” The characters nods as they splits up. They go inside the castle until army of guards surrounded them Ian reaches out his staff,Barley grabs his sword and Judy grabs a spare sword and they start batting! “Boombastia! Guys I’ll go and and find Malificent!” They agree as the others continue battling withe guards. Ian goes and find Malificent with his staff till *whoosh* smoke appears and she appears in front of him! Ian grabs his staff, “you’ll never NEVER take away my magic😡!” Malificent and Ian starts their battle as she knocks him out the bouncony and top of the castle’s roof the wind was strong. Ian shivers from the wind. Malificent uses her magic. Ian uses his staff “Volltar Thundersir!” Till Malificent shoot her magic and Ian hit hers created a huge gusts of wind till *whoosh* Ian was shot a little thank god he’s still alive. Barley saw the action “Ian? NO!!!!!” And the final act of the magic Malificent and Ian magic hits Barley and knocks him down,dead. Ian cries out “BARLEY,NO,no, please, YOU MONSTER!!! VOLLTAR THUBDERSIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” *BOOM!!” His staff explodes and kills Malificent, for good Chapter 13 sadly, Ian rushes toward his brother crying, “*voice break* Barley no please don’t leave me. I-I love you *sniffs*” Ian tries his very best to use his staff to try to heal Barley. Ian grabs his staff,still crying, and says”I-insta r-Repairo!(please work please😢😭)” suddenly swirls of wind swirls around Barley from his staff his vest,hair,shirt,Ian’s hair,flannel flows in the wind. Ian’s eyes squinted from the wind and bright swirls. Few moments later with a soft swish, Barley slowly opens his eyes. Ian cried out tears of joy! Then suddenly his staff swishes around Ian the TRANSFORMATION of a WIZARD! The cape,kimono flows in the wind as his staff rose Ian in the air and twirls him majestically . Few moments later Ian opens his eyes still full of tears of joy. “Wow,Ian you look majestic!” Barley amazed “thanks *sniffs* “Chapter 14. At the castle where they do spectacular front of the stage the crowd is waiting for a special ceremony debut. Loud speaker booms over the speaker.”laddies and gentlemen,boys and girls, please welcome,Tennesha and Alex!” The crowd cheered as they appeared to the stage “Welcome everyone we’re so delighted to have this majestic debut coming for this day before we meet our special surprise guests, we wanna bring our Disney / Pixar friends on stage!” The crowd cheered as the Disney/Pixar characters come on stage and greeted the audience. “Hello everybody!” Minnie says, “Hey pals oh boy how everybody’s doing today?!” Mickey asks the crowd shouted yes out loud! “So Mickey we are so excited to see our special characters on their debut,right everyone?!!” Tenneshia says as the crowd screams with excitement! Woody says “can’t wait to meet them *giggles*” “Ok everybody I want everybody to say Onward really loud,ok? Ready? “ the crowd stood up and shouted withe the characters “1 2 3, ONWARD!!!!” Suddenly Ian voice boomed over the speaker BOOMBASTIA!!!” Fireworks and with a flash of a firework with smoke shooting and appeared, Ian and Barley are on stage and the speaker played “Carried me with you in instrumental. “It’s Ian and Barley Lightfoot say hi Guys, come on Ian don’t be shy!” The crowd went wild with excitement till they settle down. @bluezey @itsme-starmunch
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They started this game in a moment of tension Tartaglia should not have indulged. But well, when could he ever resist a direct challenge of his power? Like how he challenged himself to defeat an enemy with a bow instead of the other weapons he was more skilled at, he wouldn’t stand to let this go unmet.
Even if the one challenging him was the traveler. In his own bank, no less. As usual, Childe had to admire her guts.
“You’re not using me.” She’d said, getting all up in his face with that golden stare. “I’m using you.”
“Uh huh. You really don’t need to take this so personally. The Qixing sent the Millelith after you, and I was the one who helped you clear your name. We are still friends, aren’t we?”
“Friends? Do you have any idea how important this was to me, ‘Tartaglia?’”
“What’s it to you? The geo archon you sought to find was dead anyways, so how would seeing the Exuvia help you?” He’s genuinely curious.
There’s a sputter of grief in the fire of her glare. “It doesn’t matter now, since my chance is gone regardless.”
Her jaw works to hold back a perceptible damn of emotion, and Childe feels a pang of regret. She was just a tool, but he handn’t intended to actually hurt her. Morality was a loose tenet among the Fatui, but he liked to think he was the better of the other harbringers when it came to needless cruelty.
“Hey now, don’t blame yourself. This was above you the whole time, there was nothing you could’ve done.”
The grief in her eyes is gone, but it was the wrong thing to say. It’s immediately apparent in the open rage of her expression.
“How dare you look down on me as if I’m powerless. Like you’re some god and I’m just a pitiful worm!” Lumine yells, jabbing a finger into his chest with each word. She’s making less and less sense and Childe is running out of patience.
“Uh woah. Maybe you should sit down and try to relax, girlie.”
“You’re just another part of this pathetic, chaos ridden world that we never should have stopped for.” She goes to jab him again, but he snatches her by the wrist and holds it in a vice grip, slowly prying it away from his chest.
“Fine then.” He says unkindly. “Have it your way. I’ve honestly got no interest in being friends with someone stupid enough to get tailed by the simplest of my operatives and not even notice it anyway.”
“Excuse me? You are such a- a jerk! I can’t believe I thought I had finally found a friend in this god-forsaken irrrgh! -should never have given you those starco- ... As -as if I’m not more competent than any of those overgrown thugs with fake visions you Fatui employ, and you know it.”
Childe laughs, drily amused at this. “Please. You couldn’t take orders to save your life, which in Snezhnaya couldn’t make you more useless as an operative.”
Lumine’s anger has her flushing to her chest, a bloom of pink spreading from her shoulders to her cleavage. She has worked so hard to learn the foreign languages of this world, and he actually thinks she would struggle with something so simple?
“I can take orders.”
Childe just shrugs. “Sure.”
“I can take orders.”
“Okay then. Prove it.” He says, and the hand that was not restraining her arm moves to grip her around the throat.
Lumine freezes, and Childe watches as her expression shifts from anger, to shock, to... something else. Forced to breathe more shallowly, she calms down from her tirade. Behind the anger, he still sees trust there in her eyes, and something more. It quells the irritation inside of him too, deeply satisfying a craving he didn’t know he had. He releases his grip on her.
“Kneel for me.” He says airily, and his tone isnt harsh at all despite the command, more like a suggestion. He doesn’t really expect her to do it.
Lumine sinks to her knees and gazes up at him expectantly.
He raises an eyebrow. A hand brushes against the smooth pale skin of her cheek before clutching her by the jaw and chin. She doesn’t flinch. Childe tilts her face left and right and she still doesn’t give an ounce of resistance.
Childe thumbs at the swell of her pink lips, rubbing back and forth slowly. Something ignites in the meet of their gaze and he cannot deny that he is a liar, including the biting words of the past few minutes. She is a capable warrior, a force to be reckoned with, and one of the first people to show him genuine kindness and interest.
“Open.”
This time he doesn’t wait for her to comply, parting her lips to push into her mouth and rub his fingers against her tongue. He can feel the warmth of her through his glove.
Lumine makes a little sound, unmistakably of arousal, and it sends a electric jolt to his stomach.
“Good job.” He says, trying to hide his exhilaration. “Looks like you can follow orders after all. I could see you being mine. So, I’m going to revise my earlier statement. I’d really like for us to continue being friends.”
It’s with reluctance that he withdraws his hand from her mouth, but it’s more important to him to hear her response. A hand beneath her elbow prompts her to stand back up.
“Me too.” She says, expression hopeful with a smidgen of sheepishness. “Sorry, Childe, I shouldn’t have said... well, I shouldn’t have blamed you.”
There’s obviously something in between the lines there she’s not telling him, but as much as he’d like to know, she’s clearly keeping it to herself for a reason. And right now, he’s thinking more about that addicting expression she’d made at him, and that sound...
“Don’t worry about it traveler, we all lose our cool sometimes.” He takes a seat on the sofa. “Besides, you’re way too cute to stay angry at.”
Ahh, she flushes the most satisfying pink and he knows, has seen her turn down others who have approached her with much more flattering lines, so with that kindling to stroke his ego, he decideds to press his odds. Childe pats the spot beside him invitingly. “Come sit?”
“Don’t you have other matters to attend to?” She asks, but moves to sit next to him anyways. Her silver white skirt brushes against his leg.
Childe laughs. “Things’ll keep without me for an hour or two, or I’m terrible at my job.”
“Oh, okay.”
They gaze at each other for a moment in silence. Lumine gives him a hesitant look, and he decides to take the plunge.
Childe slips a hand over the bare skin of her shoulder to stroke at the back of her neck. The skin there is hot to the touch.
“You were so cute looking up at me like that.” He murmurs, voice just loud enough for her to hear. “You wanna go get some dinner after this, just the two of us? I know it’s late.”
“Yeah.” She whispers back just as quietly. Lumine didn’t miss the implications of after this. The anticipation in the air is tense.
“C’mere.” Childe nudges her towards him with gentle but insistent pressure on the back of her neck. He closes the distance with just a few moments pause to admire the look on her pretty face before leaning in and kissing her.
They both take a sharp inhale at the contact, and Childe surges onward with reckless abandon. She smells good, like she’s already discovered Ying’er’s shop. She lets him kiss her for a while before seemingly realizing she can do it back, and the pressure of her lips back against his has his stomach flipping. It’s straight up romantic, and he doesn’t remember when he got to rubbing her arm, or when she placed her hands on his chest.
Then she makes this breathy, overwhelmed noise in the back of her throat and the kiss ignites like a match on grease fire.
Before he can think about it he is lifting her by the waist and pressing her down on her back against the sofa, shifting himself on his hands and knees above her before pressing her down and crowding into her space. Kissing open her lips, he invades her mouth to lick and suck on her tongue with his.
Her eyes are hazy and glazed thoughtless, but throughout the kissing she mostly keeps them adorably closed. His are open, half lidded, and his hand finds her neck again and squeezes.
This time, she squirms her legs together and makes a low, very enticing moan.
“You like this?” He doesn’t mean it to sound deprecating but there’s a tinge of mockery in his sweet tone that Childe can’t help. “Tough little thing, I bet your throat can take a beating and you’ll still get off on it, huh.”
She gives him a look and he laughs, before leaning in to kiss her senseless again. Her skirt is rucked up around her waist and he takes his glove off before sliding a hand up her thigh and over her stomach.
Lumine trembles at the touch. He gives her a little smile, and moves his tongue lewdly against hers to distract her while he eases a hand into her panties.
Things escalate. When he starts stroking at the top of her sex, making firm little circles around her clit, she straight up whines into his mouth, and well. He’s never gonna forget the pleased, openly greedy look in her eyes as he swirled and rubbed around and over her sensitive nub with his bare fingers.
“So good-“ She pants out after several minutes of dizzying stimulation, “So good, don’t stop.”
“Don’t worry, Lumie. I don’t intend to.” He can tell she’s close, and Childe’s heart is pounding like he’s the one being fingered to completion on an office couch. Something evil tempts him to edge her for the fun of the denial, but not this time, he decides. Right now, he cannot wait to witness what her orgasm looks and sounds like, so that he can commit it to permanent memory. “God, you’re so freaking adorable... I’m gonna go faster, okay?”
“Mh- okay, o-okay-“
Her panties are really wet now, and he’s willing to bet that there’s an answering spot of pre forming in his own pants. The quick jerk of his fingers against her spot is making lewd little wet sounds.
“C’mon,” He urges, wanting to see it, fingers pressing in fast and hard. He’s painfully erect now, and doesn’t want to lose focus. “Don’t you wanna cum?”
“Yeah, &&3/@- I’m so...-!” She curses in a foreign language and squeezes her eyes shut. He grips her throat tighter now, cutting off most of her airflow. Helpfully.
When she comes, her whole face flushes and her mouth opens in the most delectable, overwhelmed with pleasure way. And her eyes glow. Literally, like a dim house lamp, and only for a second, but he saw it. Interesting.
Lumine shudders and goes limp. Childe gently releases her throat and withdraws his hand from her panties to admire the hazy, fucked out look on her face.
“Either you’re really into being choked and stroked, or it was me you were getting off to. Either way, I’m gonna take this as a compliment.”
Lumine shoves at him with an indignant “hey!”, but he can tell her heart isn’t in it from the shy smile tugging at her usually stoic lips.
“... And on that note, as much as I’d love to continue, things are gonna be closing up soon and I promised you dinner.”
Lumine eyes his boner, obvious even through the thick gray material of his pants. “I remember Ekaterina telling me of how you always keep your promises but... are you sure?”
“Yeah.” He says while sitting up, and she does so as well. “I can handle it. Plenty of time for that later, anyway.”
“Great. I’m actually so hungry.” She admits.
“Ahahaha! Alright girlie, let’s go.”
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taetaesbitch · 4 years ago
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Playing With Fire - Chapter 2 - It’s a fiend thing
Jungkook x Reader
Warnings: 18+ Smut, Supernatural
Word Count: 1.8k
You can’t stop thinking about that fire dancer, but as you go about your normal life, something seems off, the shadows are closing in...
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Chapter 2 - It’s a fiend thing
You’re still thinking about that mysterious fire dancer the next day, as you make your way through town, fantasizing about seeing him again.
“Are you sure you weren’t on drugs?” You raise your eyebrows at your sister’s remark.
“I was so not! He was there. He was a solid being. And then he was… he was just… gone.” You gaze into the distance thinking about those alluring eyes.
“Yeah either you were high or seeing spirits. Nothing else makes sense.” You strike Dot’s arm and she groans in pain.
“Well where were you all night?” When she doesn’t answer, you glance over at her, her face is guilty and she fiddles with a thread on her bag. You let out an exaggerated gasp.
“You weren’t! You weren’t with Seth were you?!” She struggles to keep a straight face before beaming at me.
“What did you two devils get up to?” She smirked before opening her mouth to reply, “Wait, no I don’t want to know.” You link arms and giggle before heading into the market. 
After a productive day, you head home to your riverside townhouse, taking the woodland path. You can’t help but feel like someone is watching you. Shadows lurk at the corner of your vision, and a twig snaps. You spin to face the path behind you, but there is no one there. Your pulse spikes, taking a deep breath, you turn on your heel and walk quickly towards your house. Footsteps sound behind you as you near it. With the dying light and far too many horror movie scenarios playing out in your head, you sprint to your front door. With trembling hands you jam your keys in the lock and twist. Someone grabs your shoulders and says “Raaa!” Causing your heart to sky rocket and you to shriek. Turning to face your housemate, you whack them on the arm, frowning.
“You scared the shit out of me!” Your breathing is ragged. Your housemate, Sabrina, doubles over laughing. “You think this is funny? I could have had a heart attack!”
“It was worth it!” You scowl at her before smiling, relieved that it was her and not some serial killer. 
“Blue today?” She touches her spiky blue hair.
“Yeah, aquamarine if you want to be specific.” She grins.
“It suits you. Why are you out here anyway? You’re usually home an hour before me.” 
“Oh, I think I lost my keys on the way home, I can’t find them so I’ve been waiting for you to come home.” 
“Huh, well come on, lets order take out.”
“Oo yah!” You shut the front door and ensure it’s locked. 
“(Y/N).” A seductive voice whispers, “(Y/N).” Dark eyes peer into yours from the shadows. Invisible hands grab your body and spin you into flame. You cry out but pass right through unharmed, as if it were just air. The voice chuckles and tuts, before laying you down on that flame. A figure looms over you, lustful eyes attached to it, that dark skin and playful smirk. Leaning down, he brushes his lips over yours, the shadows consuming you. 
A rush of growing whispers startle you awake, you sit upright in bed, gulping down air. Alarmingly turned on and shaken. You swear you hear a distant chuckle as you look out the window at the rising sun. 
“Woah woah (Y/N), it’s just me!” That voice! You become still in his arms, glancing down at his wrists, tattoos! He turns you to face him. 
It’s club night and you get dressed into your silky red dress, before leaving with your sister and Sabrina. As the night goes on, alcohol overtakes your senses and you are lost to the music. You feel eyes on you, you dismiss it as the people in the club, but this stare feels much more intense. At one point you swear you see your fire dancer, but in a blink he’s gone, you must be hallucinating. It must be the alcohol in your system. Eventually the night is over, the alcohol has worn off and you head home. Sabrina gets off with a guy and promises to be home later so you have to leave the door unlocked, and your sister left earlier with Seth. Deciding not to get a taxi because your bank account is wounded enough as it is, you take the short route home, along the woodland path. It’s eerily quiet as you walk cautiously along, every small noise alerts you and makes you shiver with uncanny fear. You come to a dead stop. A figure emerges along the path in front of you. Every nerve in your body is telling you to run. It’s nobody. You think. Just someone taking a late night walk. Yeah right, at 3 O’clock in the morning?! That’s psychopath hour! Your breath comes in sharp pants. You start walking again, as you near, the physique definitely tells you it’s a man. He comes to a halt a few metres ahead of you. Wisps of Shadow? Swirl around him. He whispers something faint. You turn and run, sprinting off the path and into the trees, discarding your heels in the process. Oh god, oh god, oh god! His heavy footsteps sound behind you, closer than you realise. I am so dead. There’s no way I can outrun him, especially in this dress. Strong hands jerk your body back into a solid chest. You scream out. Thrashing in his grip, “Let me go!”
“Y-you.” Your eyes collide with his and an instant calm washes over you, but is soon replaced by building rage. “You. How dare you do that! What are you playing at?! I thought you were some sort of sadistic killer.” 
“Who says I’m not?” 
You halt, body tensing, before backing away out of his reach. He chuckles, “I’m only kidding.” You’re not sure if he is. His face drops, becoming sincere and his voice softens. “I’m sorry if I scared you.” You take a deep breath.
“No it’s ok, I was just- ” Your mind becomes foggy, shadows lingering around you, you feel light headed.
“Just what?” His voice sends your hormones raging, your body feels like it’s on fire as you step into his warmth.
“Who are you?” Your eyes narrow, you don’t even know his name.
“I’m Jungkook.” He grins.
“What are you?” His grin falters but doesn’t fall.
“I’m a person.” Your head lightens again, becoming fuzzy with lust. You fix your eyes on his lips, which look deliciously inviting. 
“How do you just appear?” 
He hesitates, “It’s a fiend thing.”
“What do you want?” You stand on your tiptoes, lips hovering dangerously close to his lips.
“Right now?” His gaze grows heavy lidded and… hungry, as he licks his lips, “I want to fuck you against a tree.” Your lips brush his, before you pull away completely, and back into a tree. “Wicked thing you.” He slowly steps towards you. “Did you enjoy our dance on Bonfire night?”
“It was…” You tilt your head, trying to find the right word, “Interesting.” He scoffs, stepping so close that his breath ruffles your hair.
“Just interesting? I thought it was more…” His head tilts up to the sky, exposing a defined neck that makes your pulse flutter. He looks down at you, like a predator sizing up his prey, “Lascivious... exhilarating even.” Your heartbeat quickens as he leans down, pausing only for a moment, giving you a chance to refuse, “You’re little dress is making me feel like that right now.” You allow his lips to close over yours and you melt. His hand moves to clasp your neck, as his tongue swipes out over your lower lip, asking for entry, you grant it. The sensation as he slips into your mouth weakens your knees, his hands shoot out to grip your hips, pinning you against the tree. You groan into his mouth as his leg parts your thighs. He licks and sucks over your jaw and down your neck, causing you to grind onto him, your nails digging into his shoulders. “That’s so fucking hot.” He growls onto your neck, making you grind harder and eliciting a moan. His fingers move to grip your dress, before shredding the top of it. You gasp, excited by his roughness and shocked at his strength. His eyes glitter at your exposed breasts, nipples perked, lowering his head he sucks one in before you can protest. His mouth is a shock, hot and burning, making your nerve endings stand on edge. Releasing your nipple with a popping sound, he circles it with his tongue before licking the swollen point. His tongue is rough, like a cats, causing your body to jerk back and your centre to press into his now prominent bulge. He chuckles before moving to your other nipple and glancing up to watch your expression. You squirm and whimper until he releases that one too, his lips meet yours briefly before his hands slide up your thighs. The skin on skin contact sends tingling sensations to your core, a strong longing takes over and you lift the dress off yourself, before reaching out to him. He clasps your wrists, looking deep into your eyes, nose to nose, “Eager are we?” The comment makes your cheeks flush red, his eyes survey your body, making you blush even more and you lower your eyes. Suddenly self conscious you cross your arms over your abdomen. He grabs those arms and grasps your chin, forcing your eyes to meet his and startling you. His eyes look like molten lava flowing through dark rock, shadowed in the corners, with streams of orange light crackling through. “Don’t - ever - hide yourself from me.” His ferocity turns you on, but you’re still gobsmacked by the eyes. You blink and they’re back to the dark shade they were before. That is not normal. Maybe I imagined it. You think.
“I-I’m sorry.” His grip softens at your voice and he begins to trail his hands down your body, raising goose bumps on your skin, before cupping your throbbing pussy. You jump at the sudden pressure, but as his fingers slip through your wetness, you find yourself arching into him, head lolling back against the tree at the motion.
His breath caresses your neck as he whispers in a sultry voice, “I like your eagerness. It makes what I’m about to do torture for you.” He gives you a devilish smirk before kneeling, tugging your red silk thong down with him. You yelp as he hoists your legs over his shoulders, and as his mouth meets your clit, a fire ignites in your core and you scream in ecstasy.
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ddixons-angel · 5 years ago
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Fated: Season 3
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Summary: Gloria Rhee narrowly escapes Atlanta with her brother as the outbreak reaches the city. Luckily, they find a camp outside the city and together, they fend through encounters with the living and undead.
Starts a little before Season 1 and then follows the main storyline of the show.
Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Glenn Sister!OC
Warnings: major TWD spoilers, language, violence (the typical TWD stuff)
A/N: Friday is here~ And with that, you guys get another chapter!! I do have a feeling though, not a lot of you are gonna like what happens but hey, we kinda knew this was coming... right? you’ll see what I mean haha please don’t hate me!
Chapter 6
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Rick had come back to the group’s main area to check up on Carl, Glenn had told him that he and Maggie were going on a run for more supplies and formula for the baby. Daryl lets him know that he’s going to clear the other side of the prison. Once he’s all filled in on the situation, Rick goes back to the dark corridors to continue clearing off his side of the prison. After sending Glenn and Maggie off on their run, Gloria wanders around the prison, checking outside the perimeter, making sure the fences are secure. When she comes back she sees Carl, Oscar and Rick back in the main area but still no sign of Daryl. 
“Daryl’s still in the corridors, he got worked up when we found Carol’s knife.” Carl says as if reading her mind, “I think he’s gonna need some time alone.”
Gloria sighs but nods, “Thanks, buddy.” 
She pats his shoulder then goes to the cell block to check on Beth and the baby, seeing if they need any assistance. 
“We’re going to be out of formula soon if she keeps eating the way she does.” Beth informs her.
“She must have Carl’s appetite.” Gloria chuckles, making Beth laugh lightly.
Shuffling footsteps emit from the back hall and draw Gloria’s attention away from Beth and the baby. Wary of the sounds, she puts her hand on one of her daggers as she walks slowly towards the entrance of the back hallway. Daryl emerges from the entrance carrying a weak but alive Carol. Gloria’s eyes well up with happy tears at the sight of her. Daryl carries her to one of the cell blocks as Gloria follows them. Carol sits down on the bed and leans on the wall. Gloria immediately goes to her side to check up on her as Daryl steps back, giving them space. 
“I’m so glad you’re alive.” Gloria tells her, a smile on her face as tears stream down her face, “you must be dehydrated, I’ll be right back.”
Carol smiles weakly at her and nods, then Gloria runs out to get Carol a bottle of water. On her way out, she sees that Rick had brought in a stranger with a katana laying on the floor. She decides not to pry as Carol is her first priority and she knows that whatever the situation is, Rick can handle it. 
“Hey Rick, you’re gonna wanna see this.” Daryl calls out from the cell block.
Gloria rushes back to the cell, opening the bottle of water and handing it to Carol. She takes it generously, parching her dry lips. Rick and Hershel come by the cell and relief is written all over their faces when they see Carol is alive. They both take turns hugging her, smiling and with tears in their eyes. Carol then looks at Beth who’s holding the newborn baby and a realization hits her. 
“I’m so sorry...” Carol says as she looks at Rick. 
“Yeah...” Rick sighs, then walks out of the cell. 
Daryl and Hershel follow him out to the main area while Gloria stays with Carol. She removes the scarf that’s wrapped around her right hand and hands it to Carol. 
“This belongs to you.” Gloria smiles softly, “you must be starving, I made some oatmeal earlier but you’re going to have to bear with it, I’m nowhere as good a cook as you.”
Carol chuckles and shakes her head, “that sounds lovely.” 
She smiles then heads back out to the main area towards the kitchen. Gloria grabs a bowl and a spoon for Carol then she’s about to scoop up some oatmeal into the bowl.
“The supplies were dropped by a young Asian guy with a pretty girl.” the stranger with a katana said, her words making Gloria freeze. 
“What happened to them? Were they attacked?” Rick asks.
“Not attacked. Taken. Taken by the same asshole who shot me.” she tells them.
“Those are our people. You tell me where they took them, now!” Rick yells in her face. 
She looks up at him, not backing down, “find them yourself.”
“Hey,” Gloria calls over to the stranger, Hershel, Daryl, Rick, and the stranger turn to look at her as she walks towards them, “you have to tell us where we can find them.”
“Why should I?” she looks at her warily.
“That young Asian guy, his name is Glenn. He’s my brother. And that pretty girl? Her name is Maggie, she’s his daughter.” Gloria gestures over to Hershel, “They’re our family, our blood. We’ll get them ourselves, just please, tell us where they are. I’ll get on my knees and beg you if I have to, please!”
The stranger has a thoughtful look on her face, as if contemplating her words and then finally gives in, “There’s a town called Woodbury, run by this asshole guy who calls himself the Governor. Military commander wannabe. I’m sure they got taken there.”
“How did you know to find this place?” Rick asks, crouching down to the stranger’s level.
“Overheard them mentioning a prison.” she says simply.
Rick turns around and looks up at Gloria who nods at him before she turns around to head back to the cell block, “Gloria will take care of your wound, she’s a nurse.”
“Was.” Gloria calls out as she walks to the cell blocks, then gets her newly put together first aid kit from her cell that she now just used as a storage room. 
Before heading back out to the main area, she asked Beth to get Carol some food as she would be busy helping the stranger outside. 
The stranger did not resist much as Gloria patches her up and the group starts to prepare for their mission to rescue Maggie and Glenn, loading up their cars with weapons and other supplies just in case. As Gloria puts a box into the trunk of the car, she’s about to walk away to get more supplies when Daryl grabs her arm and gently pulls her to the side. 
“Ya should stay back here.” he tells her quietly. 
Gloria frowns at him, “how can you tell me to stay here, we have to go get Glenn and Maggie!”
“And we will, but I need ya here. Carl’s a kid an’ Carol’s still weak, I ain’ countin’ on Axel to keep everyone safe.” Daryl reasons.
Seeing his point, Gloria sighs and nods, “you better bring them back, Daryl Dixon.”
Daryl smirks at her then nods, “I will.” he takes her hand and holds it up to his lips, kissing it gently before turning to head to the car.
The ones left behind watch as their rescue team drives away. Axel is manning the gate, opening and closing it as the car passes. Carol puts her hand on Gloria’s shoulder, understanding her worry. 
“They’ll be fine, they’ll be back before we know it.” she says, trying to comfort her friend. 
Gloria smiles softly and nods, “yeah, they will be.”
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Hershel, Beth, Carl, and Gloria were back in the cell block waiting for the others. Carol and Axel were on watch. Gloria had tried to convince Carol to come inside to rest but she was insistent on wanting to do something for the group after being gone for so long. She knew it was a losing battle to argue with Carol when she had already made up her mind, so Gloria agreed but forced Axel to stay out there to keep watch with her. Hours pass as Carl and Gloria are sitting on the steps when they all hear a scream coming from one of the halls of the prison.
“What was that?” Beth asks, worry on her face.
“Was that Carol?!” Carl wondered aloud.
“No, she’s still out on watch.” Gloria says as she gets up, she looks at Carl, “Carl, you stay here and watch over your sister, Beth and Hershel. And lock the gate!”
Without saying anything else, she runs off to check the corridors the scream had emitted from. Flashlight in hand, she goes through the dark halls, following the screams to find a group fighting for their lives in one of the abandoned rooms. Seeing they’re struggling with the walkers, Gloria rushes up to them and stabs one of the walkers in the back of the head, letting it fall to the ground. The new group look at her in surprise. 
“Come on, we gotta get out of here, move!” Gloria shouts at them and leads them back to the main area. 
Ushering them through the door to the main area, she closes and locks the door to that corridor to prevent any walkers from coming in. The new group was frantic, one of their people, a woman, was already bit and they had laid her on the ground. Carl comes running out from the cell block.
“What happened?!” he asks, surveying the scene. 
“Found them getting attacked in the boiler room.” Gloria tells him. 
The man kneeling by the side of the bit woman’s body was crying heavily, she had seemingly died from the bite. Seeing this, Carl takes out his gun with a silencer attached from his belt and aims it at the head of the woman.
“Woah woah, kid!” the larger man of the group pulls him back, looking at him as if he were crazy.
“I have to do it before she turns!” Carl argues.
“We can handle our own.” the large man says, making Carl back down.
Gloria takes Carl’s hand and pulls him away from the group as the larger man takes a hammer from a younger boy in the back. 
“You gotta let them take care of their own, she’s one of theirs, not ours.” Gloria whispers to him and he nods. 
She ushers him back into the cell block as the new group put down the woman with a hammer. Carl shuts the gate and locks it, preventing the new group from coming into their block. 
“Hey... hey! What are you doing? You can’t just leave us out here!” a woman from the new group calls out as she walks up to the gate. 
“You’re safe where you are, you have food and water.” Carl tells her, standing his ground.
“Open the door!” she yells at him, hitting the gate. 
Gloria lets out a frustrated sigh and goes up to the gate, “you’re safe there. We don’t even know you people and yet I still saved you. We aren’t going to let strangers into our home, we’ve lost enough already by trusting the wrong ones.”
The larger man from before comes up from behind the woman and pulls her away, “Sasha, enough, let them be.”
“You don’t know that you can’t trust us!” Sasha pleads. 
“You don’t know that you can trust us.” Gloria says then turns around to go up the stairs when she hears Sasha banging on the gate again.
“Let us in!” she shouts.
Gloria turns to glare at Sasha, “You listen here, we’re already doing you and your group a huge favor by letting you in these walls, giving you food and water, but you try anything, anything at all and I will lock you back where you came from with nothing, do I make myself clear?!”
The larger man pulls Sasha away again as they both waiver at her threat, “Yes, ma’am, we’re sorry.” 
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“What the hell is he doing here?!” Glenn shouts, fuming once he sees that Merle is with Rick, Daryl, and Michonne, the stranger with the katana; he points his gun at Merle, heaving.
“Woah woah, Glenn, just calm down. We can figure this out.” Rick says holding his hands out to calm Glenn.
“Figure out- what is there to figure out?! We’re not bringing him back with us!” Glenn shouts, his face turning red. 
“The hell ya mean, he was originally one o’ us! Ya forgettin’ Gloria brought both o’ us back?” Daryl defends, Merle is his brother after all. 
“Oh yeah! Gloria, how’s she doin’? Still gotta repay her for stayin’ wit’ me up on that roof that ya’ll deadasses left me on!” Merle drawls out, cackling.
“You are not going anywhere near her!” Glenn angrily lunges towards Merle but Daryl catches him, holding him back. 
“Ha! Like ya can stop me! That girl deserves some lovin’, while the rest o’ ya’ll damn left me for dead! Ya deserve what I did to ya! Damn ass T-Dog deserved what he got too! Leavin’ me up there, and don’ let me forget about-” Merle was cut off as Rick knocks him out with the back of his gun.
“Asshole.” Rick mutters as he walks away from Merle’s unconscious body. 
Maggie, Rick, Glenn and Daryl are gathered by the car as they discuss what to do with Merle. Glenn is not giving up as he is very against taking him back after Merle had almost killed him. Daryl is torn but in the end, he makes his final decision. 
“If he’s out, I’m out.” Daryl announces, “‘sides it’s always been just him and I out there ‘fore all this.”
“Daryl, you know you’re a part of this family.” Rick tries to convince him.
“Yeah, but like ya said, he ain’t. And I ain’t leavin’ him, already did that once.” he says as he makes his way to the car with his things. 
Glenn sighs deeply then follows Daryl to the car, “what about Gloria?”
Daryl stops in his tracks at the mention of her name, “what about her...”
“You’re just gonna leave her behind? She loves you, you know that?” Glenn informs him, he wanted to prevent him from leaving, he knew that if Daryl left it would break Gloria’s heart.
Daryl glances behind him, “she said that?”
“She did, a while ago.” Glenn says, hoping that would change his mind. 
He glances at Merle then back at Glenn, “she’ll get it. Take good care o’ her,” he says then continues walking to the car. 
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Back at the prison, Carol was on guard duty while the others were in the main area outside Cell Block C. Carl was sitting on top of one of the tables watching over Sasha’s group while Gloria was seated on the seats at one of the tables to control the situation if needed. The sound of the door opening draws their attention away from whatever they were doing and a beat up looking Glenn walks in. 
“Glenn?!” Gloria gets up quickly when she sees his face, rushing to him, “the hell happened?”
She follows him into the cell block and goes up to her cell to get her first aid kit then rushes back down to Glenn and Maggie’s shared cell. Gloria sits beside him as she patches up her brother, they don’t speak and Gloria decides not to pester him on it either. Maggie comes to the cell shortly after, watching by the door of the cell quietly. There’s a silence within the cell and Gloria glances between Maggie and Glenn. 
She packs up the kit and closes it, “I’ll leave you two to rest up, you’re probably exhausted.”
Gloria gets up from the bed and is about to walk out of the cell when Glenn reaches up and grabs her arm, stopping her. Confused, she looks back at him with an eyebrow raised. Glenn looks at her reluctantly and sighs.
“Daryl’s gone.” Glenn says simply.
She blinks at him, ‘gone’ in this new world of theirs can mean a lot of things, “what do you mean he’s gone? Is he... is he dead?”
Glenn shakes his head, “he’s alive, but he’s not coming back.” 
“He left with his brother.” Maggie tells her, feeling bad that they have to break the news to her.
“Merle? You guys found Merle?” Gloria looks at Glenn who nods, “well that’s great, why didn’t he just come back with you?”
“Because we didn’t want him to.” Maggie says, pursing her lips together.
“Merle used to be one of us, why wouldn’t you-” Gloria gets cut off by Glenn.
“Because he’s the one who did this to me!” Glenn snaps, “he’s the one who took us and brought Maggie to the damn Governor to terrorize her!” 
Glenn was seething in anger at the memory, he didn’t mean to snap at Gloria since she had no idea but he couldn’t help it; his little sister was defending their abductor and calling him one of them. Gloria’s face softens when she hears Glenn’s words, understanding why they wouldn’t want Merle with them. Tears well up in her eyes when the realization that Daryl left hit her. He left her without even saying goodbye. He chose Merle without a second thought and just left. 
“Gloria...” Glenn sighs as he sees her expression but she storms out of the cell before he can say anything else. 
She runs out of the cell block and out of the prison building altogether, making her way up the watch platform. Gloria lets herself fall to the ground, allowing the tears to fall as she cries about the man who left her without a single word.
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Next Chapter
So, we got a cute moment between Daryl and Gloria before he left to go with Merle.. we all saw that coming though... right?? :D it gets better from here though, I swear!! Please let me know your thoughts on this chapter~! I know it didn’t end on a good note, but please let me know what you thought! I’d love to hear it :D
I hope everyone stays safe and healthy, please don’t panic, we will get through this!
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discoscoob · 5 years ago
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Bless me, Master, for I have sinned
Pairing: Dhawan!Master/You
Summary: A total rip off of the kneeling scene from Fleabag, all credit for this goes to Phoebe Waller-Bridge and this post
Word count: 4,2k
Warning: I’m still fairly new to writing smut, basically this is only my second time and the first I’m actually posting so apologies in advance, please be kind 🙏🏻
 The Master had shocked you many times but you had to admit that seeing him stood at an altar, with a bible held in his hands and a dog collar around his neck as he officiated the wedding ceremony of your cousin and her fiancé, was up there at the top of the list of his biggest shocks. 
You hadn’t seen him in months, you had been travelling with him behind the Doctors back after the events with the Kasaavin, since the both of you had grown attached while he was pretending to be O. It all came to a halt when he one day gave you an ultimatum, which was for you to decide whether you wanted to travel with him or the Doctor, telling you that whichever one you chose meant you could no longer see the other. It was one of those head or heart decisions, in the end you had went with your head and every day since you had wandered how differently you would have ended up had you gone with your heart.
You slouched further into the uncomfortable wooden church bench, luckily you weren’t sat too close to the front, you were grateful for the ridiculously large hat you had chosen to wear, by simply tipping your head forward it would cast a shadow over your face and make you less recognisable. 
You spent the remainder of the ceremony bouncing your knee and chewing your lip while glancing at the exit, knowing if you left early you would only draw attention to yourself so you waited until it was over and everyone had left their seats to dodge through the crowd and straight for the double doors, what you didn’t expect was for the Master to be stood at the entrance of the church, nodding and smiling as everyone left, even shaking some people’s hands if they offered. 
You dipped your head once again, this time hiding your face completely beneath your hat as you quickly jogged past him, hoping the old lady who had decided to start telling him about how she also got married in this church was enough to keep him distracted. 
Once you made it to your car you checked all your mirrors and let out a sigh of relief when you saw he wasn’t following you, after removing your hat and placing it on your passenger seat you started your car and began your journey home.
However after you got home you still couldn’t stop thinking about him, he was in your town pretending to be a priest, you wondered how long he had been here and why he was here, was he looking for you? That didn’t make sense, he knew where you lived, if he wanted you he could just show up on your doorstep anytime he liked. 
It was after you had got into bed for the night that you realised you wouldn’t be able to sleep with all these unanswered questions in your head, begrudgingly you threw your covers off you and began to get dressed, you were going to pay him a visit.
 •
 When you entered the dimly lit church you couldn’t help the shiver that shot down your spine, you had never been in a church at night before and you hated how hauntingly airy it felt, so you wrapped your arms around yourself as you warily made your way down the isle. 
The sound of pop music echoed through the empty hall and you followed the noise until you arrived at an archway at the side of the alter, from there the warm glow of a light partially leaked into the shadows and lured you towards it. 
When you entered the room, the sound of banging caught your attention and you turned your head in the direction of it to find the Master jumping with his arms stretched out above him, trying to reach for something in one of the higher shelves of a cabinet. He was too distracted by this task to notice your presence so you looked behind you for the source of the music and found the stereo, you reached out and hit the switch to turn it off
“Oh fuck!” The Master immediately startled when he saw you stood there and he scrambled backwards with his arms in front of him as if you were a threat, still letting out a string of curse words.
“Woah,” you breathed out through a small laugh, somewhat amused by his reaction.
“Oh my god I thought you were just in my head then!” He thought out loud, as he blinked rapidly, his arms still held out in front of him as he shifted his weight on his legs, he brought his hands up to his eyes as if he was going to rub them just to be sure they weren’t deceiving him but he stopped himself to point at you instead, “I mean, you were in my head then... but now you’re there.” He waved his hands around as he spoke, it was pretty obvious from the way he was acting that he had had a little bit to drink... or a lot.
You laughed a bit, unused to seeing him behave this way but you gave him a dubious look as you asked, “are you okay, Master?”
“Fuck you calling me Master like it doesn’t turn you on just to say it.” He smiled boldly at you with both hands placed on his hips, he was still dressed up as a priest though his collar hung open now to reveal the top of his chest, the hair there just peaking out from beneath the fabric. 
You stood wordlessly, unsure of how to even respond to what he just called you out on, I mean it wasn’t exactly false but you weren’t going to admit it out loud, your silence was enough and it seemed he realised that as he let out a single hum of a laugh.
“Do you wanna drink?” He offered you.
“Yeah,” you found yourself answering before you could even think about it, you knew that probably wasn’t the wisest decision but it was too late now he had already placed the empty glass on the table.
“Don’t move.” He ordered as he turned around the fetch the bottle, you couldn’t help the way that little instruction made your stomach do a slight flutter.
That’s when he went back to what you had caught him doing when you walked into the room, jumping at the cabinet with his arms stretched above his head, “I don’t seem to have the fucking reach anymore.” He complained as he continued to jump and you watched him curiously. 
“God help me.” He spoke under his breath and with one more jump the bottle was flying out of the cabinet, “woah” he gasped as he quickly caught it before it smashed to the floor.
He gave you a look before he moved back over to the table, you followed him as he poured you both a glass before he picked them both up by their rim, offering you yours.
“Here’s to chaos,” he raised his glass towards you, “and those who get in the way of it.” 
You weren’t exactly sure what he meant by that but you raised your glass to his anyway and they met in the middle with a little ping before you each took a gulp... or two... or three, if you’re the Master. 
“I’m sorry about–“ You began to apologise for choosing the Doctor over him, you weren’t sure why but you felt as though you had to as you looked upon the broken state he seemed to be in.
“Forget about it.” He dismissed before he quickly changed the subject “look at this!” He smiled, placing his glass on the table to turn around to open the closet behind him, he pulled out a priest’s robe and of course it was purple, you smiled nodding, you should have expected it, “look at it!” He enthused, “I knew I wanted a bold... this colour.” He gestured towards the garment. “So beautiful, isn’t it?” He looked at you as if this was completely normal, as if he wasn’t the Master, the renegade Time Lord who destroyed his own planet, now stood here with you in a church, pretending to be a priest as he fawned over one of his robes, refusing to acknowledge the obscurity of it all.
“What are you doing here?” You finally asked him the question you came here to get the answer to, he paused, standing across from the table with his hands clasped in front of him and his head hung so he didn’t have to look at you, he stepped forward and reached for his glass, it seemed he was suddenly very interested in it’s contents as he stared into it while he shifted his weight back and forth until he got the courage to look up at you finally.
“Come with me.” He nodded his head towards the door as he began to walk over to it, you weren’t sure if this was leading to him answering your question or if he was trying to change the subject but you guessed the only way you would find out would be if you followed him, so that’s what you did. 
 •
 You were stood in front of the confession box, face to face, you still couldn’t tell where this was leading but by now you were sure that it was a way to distract you just enough so he wouldn’t have to give you any of the answers you were looking for since he seemed to expect you to be the one to tell him your secrets, rather than the other way around.
“You go in there, I go in there.” He explained to you, pointing to each cubicle of the box, the irony of an alien who wasn’t from your planet explaining one of earths customs as if he had better knowledge of it than you did, sometimes you forgot how much time he had spent on earth, technically he had lived on this planet longer than you had, maybe he did have more knowledge after all. You shook your head, that was too much to think about right now especially when you realised he was really serious about getting you to do a confession with him.
“You’re going to make me tell you all my secrets so you can ultimately trap and control me.” You joked.
“Yeah,” he giggled, before his face shifted to a more serious expression. “No, you tell me what’s weighing on your heart and I listen without judgement and in complete confidence.” 
“Wow how much time have you spent here, did you read that from a script?” You laughed through a gasp, shocked by how precise he was getting this priest act.
“Shut up,” he light-heartedly grumbled at your teasing, “come on.” He encouraged you.
“I’m not a catholic.” You protested.
“Neither am I.” He shrugged and had you been religious you would have stepped away from him in fear he would spontaneously burst into flames, since you were sure that standing in a church and being a fraudulent priest while admitting you weren’t a catholic was asking for trouble. 
“Come on.” He urged you some more, keeping his voice soft. “Just do it.”
“Alright.” You softly agreed and then you both made your way in to the separate cubicles. 
“Okay now you say ‘bless me Master for I have sinned-“
“I’m not going to say that.”
He ignored your interruption and continued with his instructions. “‘it’s been insert days, years months since my last confession’ then I say ‘that’s okay blah blah blah’ until you tell me what’s on your mind... tell me your sins!” He eagerly encouraged you and you were laughing.
“Why would I tell you my sins?” You spoke through a broad smile.
“Because... I want to know.” He told you in a hushed tone, as if it were a secret.
So you decided you would, with a quick gulp of your drink and a deep breath, you would play his game.
“I’ve stolen things... but you would know about that since you were usually the one encouraging me to do it. I’ve had sex outside marriage, something else you already know about.” You laughed to yourself, “a lot of masturbation, a bit of violence and of course the endless fucking blasphemy.”
“And?” He prompted you to share more, it wasn’t hard to see you were holding back.
“And...” You paused, questioning whether or not you really wanted to tell him.
“Go on.” He pushed you.
You took another big gulp of your drink, to try and calm your nerves.
“And... m’frightened.” 
“Of what?”
“That I got it all wrong...” He remained silent as he patiently waited for you to elaborate, “I thought choosing the Doctor was the right thing to do but if it was why do I still think about you every single day and what my life would have been like if I chose you instead?” 
“Do you still travel with the Doctor?” He had asked and you automatically shook your head before he remembered he couldn’t see you.
“No,” you answered quietly.
“Do you miss it?” 
“I miss you.” You confessed, “I think you should have made the decision for me, I would’ve done anything you told me, I trust you would’ve got it right and I wouldn’t be spending every single day thinking about what could’ve been because I would‘ve actually been doing it. So just tell me what to do,” you pleaded, your voice strained from your overwhelming emotions. “Just fucking tell me what to do, Master!” 
Silence. You felt your heart begin to pick up as you waited for him to say something, you dropped your head in dejection.
“Kneel.” Finally came his instruction.
Everything went still for a moment and you questioned whether this was reality or if you had just began daydreaming. Your eyes travelled up to the grid of the confession box.
“What?” You wanted the confirmation that you heard him correctly, that this was real.
“Kneel.” He said softer this time, “just kneel.”
You took a deep breath while you blinked down at your lap, your lips were slightly parted as you lifted your drink to slowly place it on the ledge in the confession box and with that you carefully lowered yourself to your knees in the cramped space, the wood creaked as you moved. Once you were on your knees you arched your neck back and chewed your lip while you waited for what was next. 
You really hope he wasn’t going to get you to pray this was not what you imagined–
The curtain to the cubicle was abruptly pushed to the side to reveal the Master standing before you in all his glory, your breath hitched in your throat while your lip slipped from between your teeth, your mouth rested slightly parted. You stared up at him with doe eyes which conveyed all your desire while he glared down at you with a hard stoic expression.
Your eyes followed him as he gently lowered himself to his knees, one leg at a time and once he was done he was still looking down at you since you knelt with your bottom rested against the back of your ankles while he kept his thighs up right.
He brought his hands up to your face, just letting them hover before he ever so lightly traced the back of his fingers down your jaw until his thumb slightly brushed your chin.
You couldn’t help the way your eyes kept flicking down to his lips and you hoped that they displayed all your need for him and he had enough mercy to grant you your desire. 
Much to your delight he leant his head towards yours and you craned your neck towards him, your lips met in a tender kiss, his fingertips brushed up your throat and the fine hair at the back of your neck stood to attention.
When you pulled away from the simple kiss, you briefly glanced at each other, just to see the affect you had on one another but your glazed eyes barely managed to meet before each of you were focusing your concentration onto the others lips. You fell into another kiss however you decided you needed more than just soft and tender so you pushed into it further, raising your thighs and he chased your lips with his own as you continued to rise until you were stood on both feet, with him not far behind, your mutual desperation increased at a rapid rate. 
You began blindly stumbling, with your hands trying to grab each other anywhere and everywhere all at once, both of you refusing to break the kiss to move in a more effective and safer fashion, until you were pushing him into the door of the confession box. 
You brought your trembling fingers up to where the button should be for his trousers but you had trouble finding it until you recalled he was wearing a robe so you hastily grasped the fabric in your palms trying to get it all out of the way from where you wanted to be which only caused you to grow frustrated.
“Skirt and trousers?” You complained, although you had to admit it made sense considering priests had to be celibate it’s not like they had any need for clothes that allowed for easy access.
He helped you along as he bunched up the fabric in his arms and you were finally able to unclasp the button of his trousers, you felt the fabric which the Master had been holding bunch up against your wrist as he let it drop in favour of wrapping his arms around your waist, deciding he needed to pull you closer, so with your chests flush you blindly walked him until the back of his knees hit a bench and he collapsed onto it with his legs spread wide open, allowing you enough space to drop to your knees between them. You steadied yourself by clutching each of his thighs as you lowered yourself to the ground, never breaking eye contact.
His eyes still shone despite the lack of light in the empty church hall and his jaw hung slack, you caught the way his chest rose and fell with his heavy breaths as he closely watched your every move while he urgently gathered the excess fabric of his robe to get it out of your way.
“I should have never let you go.” The Master panted, “I should’ve kept you all to myself the moment you started travelling with me, I was a fool to share something as precious as you with anyone else, let alone the Doctor.” 
While he was talking you had managed to get his zip down and began palming him over his underwear, you could already feel his length straining against the material from how desperate he was for you.
“You don’t have to share me anymore.” You promised him, while you slowly pulled his trousers and boxers down together until his member was freed from its confinement, it sprung up against his stomach and the Master hissed from the feeling of it suddenly coming into contact with the cold air, churches weren’t exactly renowned for being the warmest of places.
He didn’t have to suffer for long as you were soon wrapping your warm palm around the base to drag it up to his tip, letting your hand  slightly twist around the head before dragging it back to the base to repeat the routine.
His breathing grew even heavier and you didn’t miss the way the muscles of his stomach twitched as you paid close attention to the head. 
With one fist buried into the crumbled up fabric of his robe, keeping him grounded, he moved his other hand to comb his fingers through your hair to secure a fist full of it at the crown of your head.
“That’s enough teasing, pet.” He huffed, urging your head closer to his length and who were you to disobey your Master?
You lowered your head, never breaking eye contact as he watched you with his lids lazily dropped. You brought your tongue out to give the head a quick lick before wrapping your lips around it and hollowing your cheeks as you dragged your head back up until it released with a pop, after that you flattened your tongue against his base and dragged it all the way to his tip which you swirled your tongue around before you closed your lips around it once again, this time moving your head down his shaft and the Master encouraged you further with the fist full of hair he still had a secure grip on, until the blunt head collided with the back of your throat and you let out a splutter, he loosened his grip allowing you to freely raise your own head but you just brought your mouth to his tip before you where sinking back down again as far as you could go.
“So good for your Master,” he breathlessly praised you, which only spurred you on further as his hips began to involuntary thrust up into your mouth, chasing his impending high. 
He broke your eye contact when he threw his head back against the back of the church bench, moaning your name in pleasure and you saw his Adam’s apple bop up and down, swallowing a gulp from the way his mouth watered.
You began to quicken your pace, hollowing your cheeks harder and rubbing the part you couldn’t reach with your hand to bring him towards his orgasm. 
By now your eyes had started watering from the attack on your gag reflex but you didn’t mind since your eyes weren’t the only things that became more damp with each thrust that hit the back of your throat, you clenched your thighs in an attempt to offer yourself some relief but it didn’t go far. 
“M’gonna come,” he warned you through clenched teeth, it was the only noticed you got before his hips bucked towards you a few times until finally his release spilled onto your tongue as your name spilled out of his mouth, he had tightened his grip on your hair making your scalp burn from the harsh hold but it only sent a wave of pleasure through the pit of your stomach. 
Once his body relaxed so did his hold and he gently ran his palm over your scalp to sooth you as he caught his breath, his head still rested back against the back of the bench, you tucked his now half hard member back into his underwear before you nuzzled your face into his palm which he had brought to your cheek after he had stroked it through your hair. 
You had your eyes closed you hadn’t noticed he was reaching forward for you until you felt his hands gripping you under your arm pits, urging you to your feet, you did as he wanted and his hands slid from under your arms and down your rib cage until they gripped your waist and he pulled you down to straddle his lap.
He looked up at you, his eyes bounced back and forth between yours before he extended his neck towards you to capture your lips with his own, his hand moved up to the back of your neck to keep you in place, while his tongue brushed across your bottom lip. 
Your own hands were rested on his shoulders to keep yourself steady, you couldn’t help the way your hips began to grind into his as you searched for anyway to relieve the tension that had built from providing him with pleasure.
After he felt your hips rhythmically stroking against his he moved his hands to your love handles to still your movements with a bruising grip.
You whined in protest but he gently shushed you, dragging a finger over your lips.
“Does my human need her Master?” He taunted, and you desperately nodded as you looked into his sparkling eyes, looking more himself than he had the entire night, a broad smile creeped on his face when he saw the yearning in yours. 
“Use your words, love.” He urged.
“I need you, Master.” You mumbled, vocalising your desires was something you still struggled with but when you travelled with him he had always encouraged you to be vocal, not only did it make it easier for him to know exactly what you needed he revelled in watching you beg him.
He gently patted your thigh, prompting you to lift off his lap with a quick peck to your lips.
“Come on, love, let’s go to my tardis, where I can take proper care of you.” He promised, and you weren’t going to turn him down, not ever again, you still hadn’t got the answers you had come here for but that could wait, for now you had better things to do.
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