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reiincarnatiion · 10 months

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shadows of destiny | azriel x reader | part one

summary : 3 sisters for 3 brothers....right? Azriel believes wholeheartedly that Elain should be his mate and in doing so ignores his deep feelings for you.

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a/n : I haven't written in like 6 years since my draco malfoy and kpop fanfictions HAHA so please forgive me I am rusty!! Also I wrote this on my phone eeee

but finally eee I'm so excited to post my first writing on tumblr !! I was always a quotev and wattpad girly but here I am finally... 💗

just writing some rough short stories rn but I'll def write more as I get more comfortable again and into the rhythm! let me know what you think please 🫶🏼

ps: it's not proof read cuz I'm lazy I'm so sorry so please ignore mistakes dearies

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You watched as Azriel bent down to whisper something into Elains ear and you felt a growl beginning to build up in your throat.

You didn't know the mating bond did this ; make one so possessive and jealous that the half-moon nail marks on your palms had become blood red, from gripping your fists too strongly.

"I just don't understand why you can't tell him," a voice whispers next to you. You turn to acknowledge Mor, as she slips in next to you into the booth.

"Because the moment I do, this whole dynamic changes Mor," you whisper back, indicating to the sprawl of people around you.

You guys had come to Rita's once again, to party, drink, kiss and do other nonsense things Cassian had eagerly talked about, whilst pitching the idea to the group. It had started off fun, with everyone talking together but as the night had progressed, they had all paired off. You could see Feyre and Rhys making out in the corner of your eyes and Nesta and Cassian dancing around each other on the club floor. Elain and Azriel had also innocently gotten up and moved to another table, using a range of excuses you hadn't bothered to process.

Even Mor had a female making eyes at her from afar.

"Then change the dynamic, Y/N. I need some excitement in my life," she whispered furiously again and slid out, stalking to the female at the bar.

Groaning you sunk into the booth, left alone to your thoughts plagued by one thing only, Azriel.

The repetitive music slowly faded out, as you downed drink after drink, watching the others around you mingle and grind away into the depths of the night. They would come past your table and say a few words before being dragged away again.

But not once did he come. Not once did he even look in your direction... and it infuriated you.

"You look more miserable than me,"

You blinked, looking up to focus in on the flop of red hair, braids and whizzing metallic eye and a handsome jawline.

"Lucien!!!" you let out a whine, attempting to get up but falling back down in the process, not having realised how much strong alcohol you had consumed in the last hour.

"Woah there stargirl," he slipped in next to you, using the nickname only he used for you.

Lucien and you had met on Starfall, as you had been leaning on the balcony, apparently being half a second from falling over because of your drunk eagerness to "catch one of the stars", and since then, he had named you Stargirl. Your friendship had blossomed due to your matching humour and desire to travel the realms.

His shoulder pressed up against you, his warmth spread through you, making you feel giddy. You couldn't tell if it was the alcohol or your desperation, as you abruptly laid a hand on his thigh.

If he noticed, he didn't show it as he took a swig of one of the elixirs that you had in your hand.

As he drank, you watched his eyes zero in on his elusive mate and you swore you saw them darken.

His scent visibly changed as he placed the now empty cup back on the table with a lethal fluidness that had you wondering how good he was at controlling his emotions.

"Its a shame we are mated to the wrong people, otherwise you and I would have ruled the world" he whispers, still not looking at you.

Your breath catching in your throat, your heavy heart pangs with emotion, exaggerated from the effects of the ethanol.

"At least she knows you are her mate Lucien... he doesn't even know about me," you miserably mutter.

You feel Luciens hot gaze rest on you as you look up into his deep eyes.

There's no doubt the turmoil of seeing each other's mates together shines in both of your eyes, but behind the pathetic nature of the situation, a force glint shines through his.

"Then why don't we tell him, Y/N," he urges, a smirk growing on his face.

Your heart drops as you make eye contact with Lucien, his eyes glinting with jealousy and anger.

You had never seen Lucien ever break his calm facades, he always would take whatever Elain would throw at him ; why was he so fired up tonight?

"You have always been so kind to Elain and given her time Lucien, why do you want to make her jealous now?" you voice your thoughts, causing him to look away, as you attempt to search his eyes.

Little did you know or feel, the dark cool gaze that had been assessing you since the moment Lucien had slipped in.

If one were to look through your party at this moment in time, the looks of longing and jealously swirling between you and Lucien could easily have been interpreted as longing and hunger for each other. With now, your full body turned to him, intimately touching him, shoulder to shoulder, anyone could mistake you as a couple.

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Azriel nodded patiently as he listened to Elain talk about the new plants she wished to acquire from the Dawn Court for her garden.

He was trying so hard to listen and be attentive, but it was difficult when his shadows were buzzing about him, even more frantically, with the effects of the alcohol he had been consuming throughout the night.

He knew the amount of pumps of the vanilla perfume you had sprayed onto yourself, he knew how many times you had sighed throughout the night and he knew of the half-moon marks on your hands. His shadows told him everything, even when he didn't want to know.

For he didn't want to know the looks Lucien and you were giving each other, he didn't want to acknowledge the clenching of your thighs or the hand on your thigh or the-

"-So what do you think Azriel?"

Elains sweet voice cut in deeply through his silent spiralling, as he hummed coming back to the present.

Her big doe eyes innocently looked up at him as he racked his brain for what she had been asking about.

"YES I think the plants would be wonderful-," he began, when his shadows started screaming, "Elain excuse me one moment."

He quickly got up, his eyes narrow and jaw clenching as he went to get out of the booth in haste.

Elains eyes followed him and they widened slightly.

Luciens' hands were on your waist, holding you up from behind, as you both made your way to the dance floor, giggling.

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read [ part two ] here deariess <3

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decolonize-the-left · 1 year

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This is Red Scare propaganda in 2023.

Did you know that a few days ago Democrats and Republicans voted to join sides against socialism and "socialist policies"(good welfare programs)?

According to Axios:

More than half of House Democrats sided with Republicans on Thursday in voting for a GOP resolution denouncing socialism. [...]

• The resolution denounces “socialism in all its forms” and opposes “the implementation of socialist policies in the United States of America.”

• A total of 106 Democrats voted for the resolution, while 86 voted against it and another 14 voted "present. "

What they're saying:

• “This [was] very much about politics and political messaging, and you saw that with some of the people voting present,” said Rep. Annie Kuster (D-N.H.), the chair of the centrist New Democrat Coalition, which supported the resolution.

• Kuster said leadership was attentive to swing-district members' needs: "It was very much open-door conversations this week ... just conversations about where our members were coming from and how they felt about this. They had strong feelings about this."

What we're hearing:

• House Republican campaign operatives are already sharpening their knives against Democrats who voted against the resolution.

• "It’s certainly a potent hit we’re excited about," Jack Pandol, a spokesperson for the National Republican Congressional Committee, told Axios. "If you can’t vote to denounce the horrors of socialism, yes, we will be letting your constituents know about it."

The other side:

Rep. Pramila Jayapal (D-Wash.), the chair of the Progressive Caucus, told Axios that her faction recommended its members vote against the resolution and she advised colleagues “however you vote on this bill, they’re going to use it against you, so it doesn’t really matter.”

• Jayapal also argued the bill's sweeping rebuke of socialism conflates historical despots with modern entitlement programs and Nordic social democracies: "They're trying to tie those successful [welfare] programs ... to [former ruler of Cambodia] Pol Pot."

So Democrats and Republicans can unite over what's important to them: Capitalism.

More than half of Democrats in office right now would side with Republicans against your well being. Over half of them.

What we're witnessing is an abuse of power that Only serves to keep Democrats and Republicans as power players in politics.

Coincidentally this comes after a historic rise in union membership, calls for higher wages, protests, and it's also right before presidential candidates have started campaigning!

They didn't sign a resolution like this over Trump supporters literally attacking capitol hill. They haven't made Any reform or agreement that could stop another Trump from winning an election again either. They literally expose people to right-wing candidates on purpose just to help themselves win elections.

But this? Good welfare programs and left-wing ideas being spread before an election? That was a priority. That needed to be stopped. That's dangerous.

Let me ask y'all something: if you feel comfortable showing regular people a bunch of far-right ideas on primetime tv but you wouldn't show them any left-wing ideas at all... Wouldn't that make you right-wing? At the very least you've chosen a side, haven't you?

Democrats don't want to challenge the status quo. Apparently that's the ONE thing they can agree on with Republicans about. That's it's staying here and not going anywhere. That's what this tells me.

If you caught yourself thinking I'll vote for a democrat,at least they won't make things worse please consider that keeping things awful on purpose absolutely counts as making things worse. And also being comfortable with far-right ideology but not far-left ideology means Democrats are closer to being fascists than fighting fascism.

This year spend some time researching candidates that are listed as independent, green party, socialists, or communists. The only people worth entertaining are people who actually care and actually want to change things for the better.

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gabessquishytum · 5 months

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Alright alright. Heres another. How about: single dads au. Dream has just divorced Calliope. Her job means that she's traveling all over the world right now and as much as she wants to be in Orpheus's life, that's very irregular. Dream works from home. He's an artist who does work for himself but also on commission. He hasn't painted for fun since the fighting started with Calliope 6 months before the big break up. He's still taking work painting book covers and such. But it's not fun anymore. It all feels... flat.

Orpheus is in grade school and his thing is music. He has perfect pitch. Dream tries to relate but even music feels flat since his muse left of course.

He goes in for a parent teacher conference. Orpheus begged him to come because he needs to talk to his music teacher and be proud of Orpheus's perfect grade in the class. So Dream comes. There's one other kid there waiting his turn for the music teacher but he looks miserable, and his parent is nowhere to be found. There's someone in the room already so Dream and Orpheus sit down with this kid and wait. Orpheus runs off to the bathroom so Dream strikes up a conversation with the kid, whose name is Robyn and he's just awful at music he says. Dream, who is much better with kids than with anyone else really, tells him a secret - he's not very good at music either. Robyn is mystified how the parent of the best kid in class could suck at music. Dream learns that Robyn's dad is late getting here because he had work. And he won't be upset that Robyn is doing poorly but Robyn thinks he should be, he's upset enough about his grade for the both of them. Just as they're getting friendly, Orpheus cames back with another man, who he has obviously won over and is talking with animatedly.

Robyn lights up and runs over to his dad, hugging his leg. Hob has finally arrived. He grunts as Robyn runs into him and bends down to pick him up, even though the boy is like 8 or so. Hob settles Robyn against his substantial hip, the kid curling a little around Hob's belly. Robyn stage whispers to him that Orpheus is the best kid in music but apparently his dad can't hold a tune isn't that funny?

Dream and Hob look at each other as Hob chuckles, and Dream has two sudden realizations at once. 1) Dream hasn't felt this kind of attraction to a man, ever. He knew he could like men but it seemed just not as strong as attraction to women. But apparently that was because he'd never been attracted to a strong fat man before because holy shit would Dream like to be lifted like that against that belly. 2) Dream needs to get his hands on some clay right now and sculpt him. Suddenly it makes sense his art felt flat, it was literally 2 dimensional. And here is Hob taking up space fully in 3 dimensions and Dream needs to learn to sculpt right now to create his likeness.

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Dad Hob with an actual dad bod??? HELLO. This is a fat dad appreciation blog now.

Dream being good with kids is also such an underrated thing. He definitely puts Robyn at ease about the whole music grade situation (and he definitely thinks that no 8 year old should be worrying about grades, as he keeps telling Orpheus). When Hob sees Dream for the first time, he's immediately so enamoured with him, because anyone who Robyn takes a shine to must be an amazing person. It helps that Dream is drop-dead gorgeous.

Meanwhile Dream is wondering if it would be weird and insane to ask Hob to model for him right now. He's never even done a full sculpture before but he wants to get into his studio, have Hob pose, and just get to work. He's definitely staring at all the soft curves, the beautiful hint of double chin, the lovely slope of his belly. He just hopes that Hob won't get the wrong idea!!

They keep meeting in between appointments with the teachers, and all four of them head to the snack table that the PTA have organised. Robyn and Orpheus take their cupcakes and go play with some of classmates, and Dream is thrilled to be left alone with Hob!!!

"I'm an artist." Dream blurts out. "And i hope this isn't odd or intrusive, but. Looking at you has given me more inspiration than I have found in many months."

Hob blushes, which possibly makes him even more lovely. The colour in his cheeks floods all the way down to his neck, and probably goes even further down his chest.

"Creativity runs in your family, huh?" Hob tugs on his ear shyly. "Robyn loves his art. A whole lot more than music, bless him."

"You would both be welcome to come to my studio. Orpheus will be there, of course." Dream sweeps his gaze once more up and down over Hob’s figure. "I would not do anything to make you uncomfortable, I promise."

Hob leans in close. He smells so fucking good, like winter spices. Dream’s mind is flooded with images in which Hob lifts him clear off the floor and holds him against his own plush form. It's Dream’s turn to blush. Hob is so close, Dream could bury himself in that magnificent soft chest.

"I'm far from uncomfortable. Watching you go through a kind of sexual awakening has been a pleasure." He winks, and pulls away. The kids are coming back over. "I'll give you my number, and we'll arrange something. Okay?"

Of course the main theme of the evening involves both Hob and Dream being proud of their respective sons and showering them in praise. But it would be fair to say that both of them are very much looking forward to meeting again... perhaps in more intimate circumstances?

#🍰🐲 anon #the sandman #dreamling #nsft #fat hob

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sea-owl · 1 month

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Just woke up and saw the trailer!

Based on what I saw I do believe this is going to be the friendship portion in the first half as they come back together and open up to one another a bit more. They said the word enough for me to believe it. Which in my opinion is actually good for them to fix their foundation before pursuing further.

Also it seems like friendship will be a recurring theme not only between polin, but Eloise as well. I don't particularly like the Eloise and Cressida friendship but I think in the long run it will be good for both. We get Cressida humanized a bit find out the why potentially to the mean girl. Eloise, who is trying to over correct after her falling out with Penelope gets much needed exposure to the thoughts of women who aren't going to automatically agree with her. Though a part of me wonders if Eloise is going to fall in the role that Penelope had in her friendship in her attempt to over correct and becomes a soundboard for Cressida.

We'll also potentially see other friendships between Penelope and the other Bridgertons which I like. We've been subtley shown before Penelope is seen as family by the other Bridgertons now I hope they actively show it by letting us see their interactions. I'm particularly interested in our two introverts and see how they compare and contrast. Francesca most likely will be thrown into the spotlight due to her being a Bridgerton while Penelope is trying to bring herself out of the shadows.

Francesca herself, I'm also excited to see since she's been off in Bath the last two seasons pretty much. Most likely, we'll see her be named the diamond, but unlike the last two, she is more than likely going to be uncomfortable of that title due to her quiet nature.

Colin's relationship with his family is another thing I'm looking forward to. The brothers teasing as Colin gets dressed in carriage. Eloise and Colin potentially getting closer as she attempts in her mind to protect her brother from Penelope. I'm hoping I'm right about my theory of them pairing up the siblings based on birth order and we get to see a close bond between Colin and Francesca.

I SEE MY GIRL GENEVIEVE DELACROIX! Can't wait to see what she gets up to this season. I hope she gets to make some of her own designs come to life. Plus another friendship/partnership I'm interested in seeing where it goes if they do develop it further. Gen is one of the most genuine relationships Penelope has right now where they both have been shown to let their down their masks around one another via their voices.

Prudence and Harry got me dying too in that one clip with the grapes. Based on what we've been shown of Harry so far I think he'll be good for Prudence. He seems so sweet and apparently a himbo. I think he'll soften some of Prudence's prickly edges.

Portia's acknowledgement and pride of Penelope's success on the marriage mart. OH I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR THE DEVELOPMENT OF THIS RELATIONSHIP! I'M GOING TO BE SO ANNOYING ABOUT IT WHEN IT FINALLY COMES! IMAGINE IF WE GET A REVERSED PROPOSAL SCENE WHERE PORTIA IS TRYING TO GET COLIN OUT OF THE ROOM BECAUSE SHE THINKS PENELOPE WANTS TO MARRY DEBLING!

Also the candle symbolism about polin and it be the guiding light towards their love. Penelope's is burning bright, her love for Colin as strong as ever but she's putting that off to the side to grab hold of the freedoms marriage will provide her. Meanwhile Colin's candle has the barest flame before it flickers to life. There's been feelings unacknowledged for a while now but he can no longer hide from them.

Though now I'm curious about what Whistledown will be doing in the background. They hid her at least for this part.

#bridgerton #polin #bridgerton season 3 #eloise bridgerton #francesca bridgerton #portia featherington

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radioappleheadcanons · 3 months

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QPR RadioApple scenario

Alastor manages to drop enough hints to Lucifer that he’s in a deal he doesn’t want to be, and Lucifer brute forces his way through it to free Al. Lilith can tell that something has happened she just can’t tell what. She decides to check up on that while she’s visiting Charlie to scope out the situation.

Charlie is thrilled to have her mom back. She expects her dad to be too, and while he is glad to see her, it’s not the reaction either woman was expecting. Charlie insists that they work it out right away and Lucifer just gives her a tight smile and says “Char Char, I love you Mom. Always have, always will. But I’ve also come to realize that we didn’t have the healthiest relationship. I do want to fix things, to be a family again. But for that to happen, there would have to be changes both your mom and I would need to make, and I just don’t know if that’s going to happen. So, I’m just… on guard so that doesn’t happen.”

Lilith is, of course, very upset by this because their relationship was fine! Sure, it was tense before the split, but they had millenniums together that were good. She demands to know what these changes would be and Lucifer bites his lip before explaining. “We can’t be each other’s only support. We need to have relationships and connections outside of that. You had your band, but you got mad anytime I tried to make some. You yelled that you should be good enough, and lashed out when I asked why that was the cause for me and not you. You wanted to be the sole support for me, but you weren’t there when I needed you. I didn’t understand your passions and your drive, you didn’t understand my depression and how it affected me.”

Lilith starts to protest, and Lucifer cuts her off. “You didn’t even like that I had a relationship with Charlie Lilith. You were angry that she could make me smile and seem more like myself than you could. It never even occurred to you that I was faking it. That I was still empty and wanted to vanish into nothingness, but that I was trying to be strong for our daughter.”

Lilith is quiet, because, well she hadn’t considered that. Charlie is even more upset now because while she had started to put some of this information together (mainly the last part) she hadn’t expected this. But she tries to put on a brave face, “We can work through that though, right? Mom, you know there’s nothing wrong with Dad going to other people for help. It doesn’t mean he doesn’t love you. And dad, Mom wanting to be your support is because she loves you too.”

Lucifer, who was watching his shadow (read, staring down Al who is hiding in it) turns to look at her, pursing his lips. “No, and yes, duckling. I’m not sure if we can work through it. Not all at once at least. But yes, I know it’s because she loves me. However,.” His eyes dart to the shadow again, “there is one more thing we’d have to consider. It’s one thing to ask that she let her have friends and that I make sure she doesn’t feel like she’s being replaced. It’s another to ask her to accept that I…. have recently entered into QPR. And if she doesn’t accept that, that’s okay. Because it’s a lot. But it's also not okay for her to ask to be to end said QPR so I can be with her.” that just opens a whole other can of worms because neither Lilith nor Charlie really understands what that means because a QPR is something that is super personalized to the people in it.

Lucifer hopes that Charlie will understand how important it is to him, even if she doesn’t fully understand it and help back him up, but Charlie is too busy freaking out over the fact that 1) apparently her dad’s been in a relationship with someone and hasn’t told her and 2) this might keep her family apart. Lilith is just ticked off about #1, and it turns into an all-out fight.

Alastor decides to finally step in, because Lucifer is clearly getting overwhelmed by this and because of who it is, he’s not going to do anything to really stop them.

This proves to be a bad idea, as Lilith realizes what must have happened to the deal and starts yelling about that as well. Charlie is now under the impression that Alastor only comes to the hotel because of her mother (which is, not wrong) and also that her dad may or may not have forced this QPR on Alastor. Lucifer is devastated by this accusation, and Alastor loses it. Like, flings them back in a fit of rage, has Charlie by the neck, threatens to kill her if Lilith makes one wrong step. Lucifer is just paralyzed in shock. “Alastor!” Is all he gets out, and Alastor waves a hand in his direction. Charlie is dropped into a chair, and Alastor gets in her face.

“Let’s make a few things very clear, child. First of all, your mother is hardly a good person. She left you and your father so she could cozy up with Adam in heaven. The only reason she is back is that she needs to find a way to convince them to let her stay now, he’s gone. Second, while I did originally come because of her orders, I stayed because I had started to care.” He spits the word out like it's poison. “A foolish thing to do, I knew. If only I knew exactly how stupid of a mistake that was. Caring for people who defend monsters while accusing innocents of being worse is always the worst move. And that brings me to the last point. Your father has never, ever, used his position to force anything on anyone. He is a perfect gentleman, and it’s one of the things that draws me to him the most. There is no expectation of kissing, sex, anything! No, the only expectation is that we carry on as ourselves.”

He pulls away, still in his demon form. He glares at Lilith and snarls. Lilith takes a step back because she wasn’t expecting him to dare face her.

“You are pathic. You should be ashamed to call yourself a mother. All you’ve ever done is hurt that girl. How Lucifer still has it in him to love you, I will never know.” He takes a step towards the king and scopes him up in one hand. “I believe that Charlote said she wanted you out of her hotel, did she not? Well, then we shall leave. A week should be enough to think things over, I believe. If you still want us gone by them, we’ll stay away.” His smile shifted from strained to cruel. “Though I would also consider that losing us means losing Nifty, Husk and both our towers.” Charlie is still just staring at them, trying to understand what she’s seeing.

Surely Alastor isn’t cradling her dad to his chest. Her dad is silently crying, curling up to the Radio demon. This isn’t happening, it makes no sense. When it’s obvious that she isn’t going to say anything, Lilith starts to speak.

The men are gone in a puddle of shadow before she can get a word out.

Lucifer is having a horrible time at his place, a full-blown panic attack, crying, the works. Alastor is trying to help, but he really has no clue what he’s doing. He’s also not in the best state to be trying. Eventually, they managed to calm down enough to get food and water and crash into one of the king-size beds in a guest room. They don’t even really touch as they sleep, just curl up next to each other.

Meanwhile, Charlie is also not having a great time. Vaggie practically busted down the door after Alastor took her dad and left, and as much as the princess wants to tell her girlfriend what happened, she can’t. She’s still trying to work through it.

That’s all the thoughts I have on the matter for the moment. But I will do part two, and there will be a happy ending.

#qpr radioapple #💚 aka mine #charlie morningstar #lilith morningstar #long post

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tightjeansjavi · 1 year

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𝕓𝕝𝕦𝕖 𝕛𝕖𝕒𝕟𝕤 𝕟’𝕋𝕖𝕩𝕒𝕤 𝕕𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞𝕤

𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝟞

Curry Combs & Water Fights

♡ 𓃗 ♡

Pre!outbreak Joel x horseback riding instructor f!reader

~word count: 3.8k~

Summary: Joel Miller, single father; total soft dad has an astronomically enormous crush on you, his daughters horseback riding instructor.

Warnings: soft! Joel, shy! Joel, horny!awkward!Joel, fluff, flirting, slow burn, feeling flustered, sexual tension, brief horny thoughts, bantering, teasing, no use of (y/n), (+18) minors dni !

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Austin, Texas

The next time you saw Joel Miller was early Saturday morning for Sarah’s next horsemanship lesson. More-so, Joel saw you before you saw him. This was the first time he and Sarah actually saw you horseback riding. You were quietly trotting alongside the rail on Ezra. Joel could hear you softly talking to your horse as you lightly wiggled the reins between your fingers so that Ezra would lower his head. You were working on keeping him collected so his topline was properly getting worked. Just like when going to the gym, you target specific muscles to strengthen. The same was for when you exercise horses under the saddle. Joel of course didn’t know much about riding, let alone properly exercising horses, but he could tell by how willingly Ezra responded to you that he was enjoying doing his job. Not only were your hands quiet, but your seat was as well.

Joel unashamedly couldn’t help but watch the way your ass would rise and fall as you posted the trot. Your thighs were strong, this was apparent. Plus, you were wearing the tightest pair of riding pants that this man had ever seen in his life. Did you really also need to be wearing a tight tank top as well? Jesus Christ, it was white as well. Dangerous thing to be wearing while working a job where you would evidently be getting dirty.

You hadn’t noticed your Texas tall glass of water just yet. Your attention was solely focused on Ezra beneath you. As you were turning the corner, wiggling the reins between your fingers once more, Ezra let out a soft snort as he dropped his head. You rewarded him with a good pat on the side of his neck as you exhaled and he slowed his gait to a light walk. “We’ll finish out with a canter..and maybe a gallop if you’re good?” You spoke softly to him, reaching over his neck to scratch behind his ears. You looked up at the opportune moment to see Joel, and Sarah on the other side of the arena gate.

A smile spread across your features as you waved. “Hey! I didn’t even hear you guys come in. Sorry for the delay, I wanted to get Ezra exercised a little before it gets too hot out.” You brought your horse to a halt at the gate and he leaned his neck down over the side so Sarah could give him a nice pet.

“Sorry if we’re a bit early. Y’know Sarah just practically yanked me out of bed this mornin’, disturbed my beauty sleep and everythin’ ain’t that right kiddo?” He was holding yet another vanilla soy latte in his grip. This time it was iced because he figured it would be nice and refreshing against the sweltering Texas heat.

Sarah let out a soft giggle as she reached her hand up and gently pet Ezra’s velvet soft nose. “Uh huh. Sureee dad. That’s exactly how this morning went.” She looked over at him and stuck her tongue out playfully.

“Another latte? Joel..I’m gonna have to start paying you back for those.”

“Oh no no. You will be doin’ no such thing. It’s just a latte. Only costs me a few bucks and I uh—I don’t mind doin’ it.” He cleared his throat, shifting his weight on either foot.

“Alright, fine but next time I’m going to get you something, alright?”

“Oh no—darlin’ you don’t have to do that.”

“I insist.” You spoke with a soft grin as you gently pulled Ezra’s head back over onto the inside of the arena. “Pick your poison and I’ll have it ready for you at Sarah’s next lesson. Deal?”

“Oh well I’m a simple man darlin.’ I ain’t into any of that fancy crap. Just like a good old black coffee. No cream or nothin’”

“Ohh so you’re one of those coffee drinkers?” You spoke teasingly as you eased Ezra back into a trot. “Black coffee it is.”

“What is that supposed to mean? You know what the lady in front of me ordered today? It was completely frufu. Y’know, I ain’t even think there was any coffee in her concoction. Just a whole lotta syrup and milk.”

“You gotta live your life on the dangerous side every now and then Joel!” You glanced back at him as you rode along the rail. He swore under his breath that you definitely winked at him, but then again, it could just be the heat frying his brain.

“Alright, darlin’. I’ll try your vanilla latte next time. Does that make me normal now?”

“Just a little, Miller.” You shortened your reins up slightly as you eased Ezra into a collected canter. You held the reins lightly in one hand while your freehand rested along the outside of your thigh.

“Woaaaah! Dad! Did you see that? She’s riding with one hand! That’s so cool!”

“I think she’s just tryin’ to show off a little for us kiddo. Whad’ya think?” He leaned down and whispered to her.

“Pssh. I think she’s just trying to show off for you.” Sarah responded with a light giggle.

“Don’t be so silly, sweet pea. Doubt she’s doin’ that for me.”

Sarah fought the urge to roll her eyes at her dad as she looked over her shoulder at him and gave him the, ‘sureeee’ look.

You cantered Ezra around the arena a few times, focusing on keeping his head collected and your leg lightly applying pressure every now and then. Once you were satisfied, and Ezra worked up a good sweat, you slowed him down to a cool down walk. You let the reins rest along the front of the saddle as you dropped your stirrups and stretched your legs out. “How do we feel about doing a bit of grooming today? I was going to have you work with Frankie in the round pen but it’s getting a little too hot, and we’re gonna turn them all out after I’m done with Ez here.”

“Oh like brushing him down and stuff? Yeah! I’ve always wanted to learn how to do that!” Sarah spoke with excitement laced in her tone

“Perfect! I’m gonna let him cool down and then we’ll get him groomed and hosed down. You don’t mind getting a little wet, right kiddo?”

“Me? Nah! We’re gonna give him a bath too?”

“Yep! He’s the best one when it comes to baths as well. He loves it!”

Shit shit shit. Was all that came to Joel’s mind when he realized that giving Ezra a bath meant that you were definitely going to be getting wet. No, not like that, you freaks. Although..he was certain that tight tank top you were wearing would certainly become see-through at some point. Really, Joel? That’s all you can think about right now? Get your head out of the gutter right now. Keep this shit up man and you ain’t gonna survive.

Once Ezra was fully cooled down, you hopped out of the saddle. You gave your horse some well deserved pets, scratches and all the kisses. You decided to untack him inside the arena, setting his bridle and saddle down along the fence while Ezra followed you around.

“You guys uh—really have a strong bond huh? That’s really cool..I mean genuinely it is. Do most people bond with horses like that?”

You looked up at Joel with a soft smile as Ezra nudged your shoulder with his nose. “I think everyone has the capability to bond with a horse like this. It takes a lot of patience and dedication. We both have an intense trust for each other. Not to be a total cheese ball or anything, but I’d die for this horse. No questions asked.” You spoke while slipping his halter over his ears and led him out of the arena.

“They have an extremely good judgment of character too, don’t they?”

“Oh, absolutely. It’s incredible how much they can really pick up on human emotion. Ezra wouldn’t let you get within a foot of me if he thought you were a bad person Joel.”

He nodded as he wrapped his arm around Sarah’s shoulder, giving it a light squeeze. “Well, he’s a cool horse and I’m glad he approves of me.”

“Me too.” You genuinely meant it.

After leading Ezra down the aisle, you attached the crosstie clips to either side of his halter before grabbing the grooming box. “So, normally we would do a full brush down after a ride but considering he’s pretty sweaty, we just wanna lift up as much of the dirt as we can.”

You pulled out a rubber curry comb from the box. “Sarah, I’m sure you know what this brush is called, right kiddo?”

“That’s a curry comb! It’s used to lift up the dirt from their coats, right? The other two brushes are used to brush the dirt out.”

“Bingo. So we wanna use this in circular motions all over his coat. You don’t have to worry about being super gentle either. Think of it like you’re giving him a little massage.” You handed her the curry comb before bending down and grabbed two more. One for yourself, and one for Joel.

Circular motions. Okay, that’s enough. She’s talking about brushing the horse, you goon.

Sarah jumped right in to using the curry comb along Ezra’s right side. This was your perfect opportunity to show Joel how to properly groom. “You don’t mind getting a little dirty, do ya?” You asked as you stood alongside him on the other side of Ezra.

Joel nearly choked momentarily as he looked over at you and shook his head. “Uh-no, not in particular. So we’re giving him a massage in a sense?”

“Yeah. Just wanna lift as much dirt from his coat as we can. It’s pretty simple, I promise you that.” You didn’t hesitate to grab his hand that was holding the curry comb and place it on Ezra’s withers, rubbing the bristles of the comb in circular motions into his fur.

So does this mean that you—never mind.

Joel cleared his throat the second your hand grabbed his and he could feel the tips of his ears turning red in embarrassment. “Yeah, pretty simple. You’re right about that darlin’.” He spoke above a whisper, glancing over at you.

The three of you fell into a comfortable silence as you massaged out most of the dirt from Ezra’s fur. Afterwards, you showed Sarah how to properly pick out the rocks and dirt from his hooves with a hoof pick. Joel looked over your shoulder in pure fascination as you described the different parts of a horse's hoof.

Sarah knew all of them of course.

After the dry part of the grooming was completed, you unclipped Ezra from the cross ties and led him outside to the outdoor wash stall to hose him off.

You left Joel and Sarah with Ezra while you ran into the tack room to grab a bucket and horse shampoo.

Sarah was gently petting Ezra’s face while he nudged against her hand, surely looking for treats. “So, are you gonna ask her out already or do I need to push you to do it?”

Joel leaned against the wash rack fence with his arms across his chest. His daughter was quick to pick up on things that was forsure. “Wh—what are you goin’ on about kiddo?”

“Dad. Don’t play stupid with me. I already knew you had a crush on her, remember? So just ask her out already because you guys have practically been flirting this entire time.” She looked over at him with a knowing grin.

“Sarah, sweet pea it ain’t like—”

“Well..uncle Tommy did tell me that you fell asleep at the barn with her last weekend. He’s waiting for you to ask her out already too.”

“Uncle Tommy told you that? Of course my brother did. He’s got a big mouth, that's for sure.” He scrubbed a hand over his face with a deep sigh.

“You’re way overthinking this dad. You like her, and she obviously likes your ugly mug for whatever reason.” She said with a soft giggle.

“Hey! I do not have an ugly mug baby girl, you take that back right now!” His tone came across as being playfully stern but he definitely was offended that his kid was saying something like that to him.

“I’ll take it back if you ask her out today. If you wait any longer, you’re gonna miss the opportunity!”

“Kiddo, it ain’t that easy to just—”

“Dad. Do I need to spell it out for you? What’s holding you back? Besides, I like her. She’s super cool and sooo pretty. Like, ridiculously pretty dad.”

“Cause relationships are complicated as it is kiddo. They ain’t easy, and it’s been so long since..” He trailed off.

Sarah let out a sigh as she walked over to her dad and gave him a big hug, resting her cheek against his chest as he hugged her tightly to him. “Since mom left us. Dad, I know but you can’t let that hold you back from something like this. You deserve to be happy too.”

“Where the hell did you learn to be so wise, huh? They teachin’ you this stuff in school or somethin’?” He kissed the top of her head, smoothing down her curls gently.

“Nah. I just happen to have a really cool dad that has taught me how to express my emotions. So I’m letting him know that he needs to do the same.”

“I swear to god if you make me cry right now—” he hugged her tighter as he closed his eyes briefly. He loved his daughter so much and she was truly his blessing. Maybe Sarah was right, maybe you could be good for him. How would he ever know if he didn’t take the risk and try?

“So does this mean you’re gonna ask her out?”

“Yeah, sweet pea. I will.”

Sarah looked up at her dad with a big grin before she gave him a little fist bump just as you returned with the bucket and horse shampoo.

“You guys ready to get him hosed down and turned out?” You turned the hose on, spraying it off to the side and adjusted the temperature. “Hey Joel? If you don’t wanna get wet, I suggest you stand on my side. Otherwise you’re definitely going to get sprayed.

“I don’t think a little water is gonna kill me darlin’”

“Suit yourself!”

You started spraying down Ezra and when Joel didn’t move out of the spray of the stream, you purposely sprayed him a little with a soft giggle.

“Hey! You doin’ that on purpose?” He laughed as he stepped around the front of Ezra.

“Noooo! Not at all, you were just in the range of the hose.” You looked over at him with a grin. “Hey, Sarah? You wanna start lathering him up with shampoo? A little goes a long way.”

“You got it!” Sarah grabbed the bottle of horse shampoo and poured a bit onto Ezra and stood up on her tippy toes so she could reach his withers. She hummed happily as she worked the shampoo into his fur.

You filled the bucket up with a bit of water then and dunked a clean rag into it, ringing some of the water out before you gently began to wipe Ezra’s face. You shouldn’t have turned your back on Joel because soon enough, he was picking up the hose and spraying you with it.

“HEY! Come on man! You’re doing this on purpose!” You tossed the rag back into the bucket before you faced Joel and immediately tried to grab the hose from him with a laugh.

“It’s only fair that I spray you too darlin’!” He chuckled, keeping his grip on the hose firm, but loose enough that you could still grab it.

Soon enough, the two of you were having a full on water fight. Your clothes were being soaked through as you tried to shield yourself from the spray. “Joel! That’s enough!” You laughed, placing your hands over his as you tried to grab the hose.

Sarah and Ezra were watching the two of you frolic with the hose and Sarah was covered in a mix of soap and water as well as she stroked the side of Ezra’s neck. “My dad is gonna ask your mom out. You cool with that fella?”

Ezra nickered in response, rubbing his face against her shoulder. He was definitely rubbing his eye crusties into her shirt.

“Hey, You goober! You’re all wet!” She giggled, giving him a little side hug. Ezra dropped his head over her shoulder, as if he was giving her a hug back.

“Do you yield darlin’?” Joel asked while your hands were still over his, trying to pry his fingers from the hose.

“Never!”

“Had a feelin’ you were gonna say that.” Joel was trying to not focus on the fact that your tight tank top was most definitely see through now. He could make out the outline of your bra and—

The moment you saw that this man was distracted, you ripped the hose from his grasp and turned it on him. You soaked him to the bone while he yelled for you to give him mercy. You were both in hysterics at this point. Holding your stomachs as you bent over and laughed

“Are you guys done with your water fight now?” Sarah asked with her arms crossed as she leaned against Ezra.

Joel was ringing out his t-shirt and shaking out his hair a bit when you turned the hose back onto Ezra. “Yeah well..she started it!”

“I also finished it.” You confirmed with a grin as you finished spraying washing out the soap from Ezra’s fur. Once he was fully washed, you grabbed a rubber squeegee, sliding it over his fur to extract most of the water.

Sarah gave her dad the ‘look’ to go and ask you out already. She could tell that the nerves were starting to get to her dad but she didn’t want him to chicken out. Sarah walked over to him, giving him a little nudge in your direction as you were wiping down Ezra’s face with a towel.

“Hey uh—hey darlin’?”

You were humming quietly to yourself as you gently wiped Ezra’s face, giving him a quick kiss on his velvety nose, in your own little world now.

“Darlin’?” He asked again, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. Maybe this was too soon. Maybe you both were just supposed to flirt a little and nothing would come of it. This was stupid, he thought.

“Hm? What’s up Joel?” You looked over at him, tucking the rag into the belt loop of your pants as you stroked Ezra’s soft forehead.

“So I was uh—I was thinkin’ and I’m hopin’ it ain’t too soon or anythin’, but uh—would you maybe want to—”

“Yes.” You responded before he even had a chance to finish asking you.

Joel was frozen on the spot, stumbling over his words right now as his face turned red. “Wouldyoumaybewanttogooutonadatewithme?” His words were strung together into one jumbled sentence.

“Yes, Joel. I’d love to go out on a date with you. Just to be clear, you’re not just asking me out because my shirt is see through..right cowboy?”

“Really? You’ll go out with me? Phew. I don’t know why I was gettin’ so nervous to ask you. I just uh—our last conversation in my truck I wasn’t sure if you were bein’ serious or not. I don’t wanna overstep any boundaries or anythin’—”

“Joel, Breathe. I was already going to say yes before you finished. If you weren’t gonna ask me out, I would have beaten you to it.”

“I’m not askin’ you out cause your shirt is see through. Uh—not that I was lookin’ or anythin’ like that.”

“I know, I’m just teasing you.”

“So..when are you free? I know you got the bartending thing goin’ for ya as well so whatever day works for you?”

“How about Friday night? I have the evening off.”

“Friday night? Perfect. I’ll pick you up at let’s say..6:30?”

“Works for me. Oh and Joel? I’m still expecting our little phone dates to continue happening as well. They’re honestly becoming a part of my morning routine.”

“Are you trying to make me blush or somethin’? Can’t go sayin’ that shit to a man like that darlin.’” He chuckled.

“I’m serious! It really brightens my morning.”

“Okay! You guys are officially gross!” Sarah chimed in with a laugh.

“Gross? This ain’t gross at all, sweet pea.”

“Yeah, yeah okay whatever you say!”

Joel went to pull her in for a sopping wet hug but Sarah was quicker than that and she just slipped out of his grasp.

“Damn kid. Always keepin’ me on my feet.” He placed his hands on his hips, shaking his head.

“So, Mr. Miller. Where are you taking me Friday evening? Just so I know how to dress for the occasion and all that.” You clipped Ezra’s lead rope onto his halter before leading him out to the pasture gate as Joel walked alongside you, unlatching the gate for you.

“Well, now that would just ruin the surprise darlin.’ Just wear somethin’ that you feel pretty in. Promise I ain’t gonna take you somewhere fancy smancy.”

“So no ball gown attire?”

“Shit, I’d have to go and rent a tux if that was the case. No ball gown attire I’m afraid. Although, if you wanna go dancing sometime..if you end up wanting to hang out with my ugly mug more, I know a really fun bar for that.”

“Who said that you have an ugly mug, huh? I’d say it’s pretty damn easy on the eyes. I’m sure wherever you’re planning on taking me is going to be wonderful. I can’t wait. It’s been forever since a man has taken me out on a proper date.”

“My daughter said I have an ugly mug.” He chuckled, letting you and Ezra walk into the pasture before you slipped his halter off and watched as your horse happily galloped off into the field.

“Well, Sarah is absolutely wrong about that. You have a very handsome mug.” You brushed your hand against his bicep as you strode past him. The butterflies were already fluttering deep in the pit of your stomach. You could not wait for Joel Miller to take you out on a proper date. The only downfall was that you had to wait till Friday night to see just how well he could treat a lady.

She thinks I’m handsome

Was the only thought going through Joel’s brain as he latched the gate close, and followed you back into the stables.

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graneymar · 1 year

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JUST A FRIEND, PART 2 (Part 1)

SUMMARY: You cut Neymar off after you've come to the realisation that he doesn’t seem to want a serious relationship. The two of you try to move on from one another, but figure out there’s no escaping from your feelings.

WARNINGS: none I think

PAIRING: Neymar x fem!reader (Kylian as your best friend, Sergio as a flirt)

Now that Kylian found out about what was going on between me and Neymar - and me overhearing him saying that he actually does like me - I've been waiting for Ney to open up about his feelings and finally talk to me about it, but it never happened. I didn’t want to be the first one to speak up. I've already broken my best friends trust just to be with him, so I believed he owed me something.

Realising that Neymar wasn’t ready for a serious relationship, or simply didn't want one, while I got more and more attached to him and the little thing we had, I slowly started distancing myself from him. Whenever he called me to come over, I never was able to tell him no before, but knowing I had to get rid of the feelings I developed for him, it was the only right thing to do. So it happened that we haven’t really met in a month now. Yes, I missed him more than anything but I had to stay strong in order to get over my little crush.

Also, after only three weeks of us not seeing each other, he apparently invited his ex, Bruna Biancardi, to stay at his place in Paris. I loved and hated Bruna at the same time. She was a gorgeous woman, a total sweetheart, but she was with the man I wanted so bad.

Kylian and I were chilling on my couch, casually talking and being on our phones, when I clicked on Brunas instagram story, only to see her and Ney watching a movie together in his bedroom. My heart would’ve probably skipped a hundred of beats if I didn’t get used to these images lately. I instantly locked my phone and threw it onto the couch beside me. Kylian moved his head to look at me. "Are you okay?", he asked. I threw the blanket off of me and got up from the couch. "Yeah. I'll do the laundry", I answered. "Have you already washed my hoodie?" Kylian being my best friend meant occasionally having random sleepovers and him always forgetting some kind of clothing - his shirts, hoodies, socks. He always made sure he left something. Half of my closet was his, actually. "It’s in the dryer", I told him as I was collecting clothes around the apartment. "Hey, wanna do a casino night with Ney tomorrow?" Well, now my heart skipped a beat for sure. "With Ney? Why him?" Stupid question, Y/N, stupid question. Kylian shrugged, "Why not?" How was I supposed to get myself out of this situation without admitting I was heartbroken and cried myself to sleep every night over him? "I don’t know, I was just thinking of Achraf earlier and noticed we didn't hang out in ages. How about we ask him to go with us?" I tried to sound as authentic as possible, but Kylian was no one I could lie to. "You're trying to avoid Neymar, aren’t you?" By letting out a soft but desperate chuckle, I tried to hide the the fact that he just caught me. "No? Why would I try to avoid him?" Kylian rolled his eyes at my answer. "Because he’s seeing Bruna again maybe?" I shook my head from left to right. "Couldn’t care less. You know I love her." "Then let’s go with Ney and Bruna." Oh God, I would love to punch Kylian right into his adorable face in this very moment. "Are you insane? I'm not going to hang out with them after what Neymar and I had. It would be disrespectful towards Bru."

"Oh come on, she probably doesn’t even know about it." I crossed my arms in front of my chest and looked at him in disgust. "Do you think her not knowing about it makes it any better? He’s most probably lying to her, saying how much he missed her, talking about how he didn’t have anyone else because he still loves her oh so much, and you want me to simply sit there and support his lies? No Kyks, won't do that." Kylian first furrowed his eyebrows, but started laughing shortly after. "When did you become such a great fan of Bruna?"

"It doesn’t have anything to do with me supporting Bruna, I believe woman should generally respect and support each other whenever they can. Men fuck up our lives already, no need to make it even harder." He remained silent until he quietly gulped and looked me straight in the eyes. "And you’re sure you’re okay with him seeing her and the thing between you two ending?", he finally asked. No, I wasn’t okay, but I didn’t want Kyks to know. Talking about it wouldn’t make it easier anyway. "I'm fine, trust me", I put on a fake smile, "I just wouldn’t want my boyfriend to be around someone he slept with, so I don't want to put Bruna in such a situation."

"Good, as long as you’re alright, I am too", he proudly grinned at me, "Neymar and Bruna are not together though. They're just attempting to get closer again." "Well, hopefully they do", I murmured.

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Entering the casino, I instantly caught sight of Achraf. He jumped up from his seat and walked towards Kylian and me, hugging the both of us. "I invited some of the boys, I hope you don’t mind", he told us. Of course, the only one I was looking for was Neymar, but I was obviously relieved when he was nowhere to be found. I sat down between Kylian and Sergio as the boys started gambling.

Half an hour and some glasses of champagne later, the boys all decided to use the bathroom, leaving me and Sergio alone. It has probably been just a few minutes, but it felt like an eternity. Sergio and I got along very well, we were joking around and realised we had a lot of similar interests. "I’ll never understand how Kylian decided to be just friends with you", Sergio said, causing me to blush. "We've known each other for forever, we're like brother and sister", I explained. Sergio nodded and smiled, "So, do you think Kylian would be fine with me inviting his 'like a sister' to a date?" My mouth almost fell open, I had a hard time finding the words to respond. "Tomorrow, 7pm, I'll pick you up?", he continued. I hesitatingly nodded as my lips slowly formed a small smile.

The main door swung open and from the corner of my eyes, I saw two figures walk up to us. I turned my head to see who it was and lost my breath the moment Neymar and Bruna stood right in front of me. Neymar eyed me up and down, his gaze eventually got stuck at my thigh, where Sergio casually put his hand on. His facial expression was bloody serious, meanwhile Bruna on the other side shined like the sunshine she was. "Y/N, haven’t seen you in such a long time! How’s life?", she asked and stretched out her arms to hug me. I returned the hug. "Couldn’t be better", I replied, coldly staring into Neymars eyes while still embracing Bruna. He shot me a glare and bit his inner cheek before moving his head to look at Sergio. "What about you? Anything new?", I asked Bru smilingly as I pulled away from her.

Neymar and Bruna sat right across from Sergio and me. I felt Ney watching my every move, especially observing how Sergio and I acted towards each other. I didn’t hear him talking or smile at someone for once at least, he seemed to be absolutely pissed off. No lie, I enjoyed him being mad.

"I'll be back in a minute", I excused myself and walked into the ladys bathroom. Not even five seconds later, I saw Ney coming in. "For ladies only", I simply said, not making an effort to even look at him. "What the fuck do you think you’re doing?", he spoke up. I shrugged before turning my head to him. "I don’t know what you’re talking about."

"You and Sergio. What is going on between you two?", he asked, slowly raising his voice, his brows furrowed. "That’s none of your concern, Neymar." He obviously didn’t expect me to react this way. "I think I have a right to know." I gasped. Who did he think he was? "Where’d you even get that right from? Your ex girlfriend literally has been with you the whole past week and now it is me that owes you an explanation?", I bursted out, my anger level visibly rising. "Have you ever asked yourself why Bruna is even here? First, you cancel all our meetings. Then you're not answering any of my texts and calls. Now I see you being all over Sergio. So yes, Y/N, I expect you to tell me what the fuck made you act this way." I placed myself right in front of Neymar, tilting my head up to look him directly into his eyes. "Bruna being here with you proves that cutting you off was the only right thing for me to do. I was more than wrong when I thought that whatever we had, I don’t even know how to name it, meant the slightest thing to you", I hissed before walking up to the door in order to get out. "How to name it?", he exclaimed and turned around to look at me again. I just wanted to get out, I couldn’t stand being in a room with him any longer, but I felt tears forming in my eyes, causing me to let go of the door knob and listen to his speech. "I'll tell you how I name it, I'll tell you what it meant to me. And it didn’t mean the slightest thing, it meant everything. I've always wanted you, Y/N, always, from the very first day we met. You were the reason I left Bruna. I would’ve never betrayed Kylian the way we did, but to me, it was worth it, 'cause I had you. Because I had you being the first thing I saw in the morning. Because I thanked God every day when I woke up with you in my arms, playing with your hair until you opened your eyes and smiled at me before hiding your face under the blanket. Because I was finally looking forward to come home every day after training, knowing you are there waiting for me. Because I couldn’t stop myself from watching you peacefully sleep every night, not understanding what I did to have someone as perfect as you in my life. Because I love the way your eyes light up when they look into mine; your cute grunt when you laugh too hard; the fact that you still cry after watching Titanic 20 times. Simply because I love everything about you. Simply because I love you, Y/N. Yes, we started our relationship the wrong way, that’s for sure, but I wouldn’t change a thing - expect the situation we are in right now." At this point, endless tears streamed down my face. Tears of joy, of happiness, but also of overwhelmingness. "Please, just say something", he quietly spoke up after seconds of silence. I sobbed before turning around and staring right into these beautiful hazel eyes. Looking at the him made me cry even harder. Finally, I quickly walked up to him and crashed my lips into his. "I love you too, Neymar", I mumbled inbetween the kisses.

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raina-clipse423 · 5 months

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Cat Doki! (Pt 4 FINAL)

(Natsuki, Sayori, and Yuri for those who haven't seen them!)

Here's cat Monika! That paw took me SO long to draw I was gonna make her claws outstretched but I forgot about in the end, drawing paw undersides is a weakness :'D She's the only one two different designs, I couldn't decide which one I'd use so in the end I chose to use both, just in different au's. The Warriors!Monika still has that little curl she has at the end of her ponytail tho! It's just obscured right now. Her fur colors is also supposed to be more faded together, but for simplicity's sake, I kept them flat

She's a Somali! It's such a beautiful breed and it's temperament fits her the most (just like the breeds I chose for everyone else!) She has two names in Warriors, her original name and FoxSong!

(Warriors info for those interested under the cut)

Monika is a housecat, and one of those housecats that's not often kept indoors, that and because she always found a way to escape, much to her housefolks dismay, but she does her best to be careful anytime, she befriended some wild cats in the woods too, so if the situation calls it, they can help her since they know the forest better.

She got her first exposure to the life of these wild cats via the "WindClan" that's just close to town. It was one of her jail break days when she saw a cat, thankfully right before she got run over by a car. "CherrySilk" was her name... How fascinating! You'd normally hear that kinda name on those nice but strong smelling shampoo her housefolk uses. She happily explained to Monika why she was named that. It got confusing but she listened, first she was CherryKit, then CherryPaw, then she's CherrySilk! She can even be CherryStar if she becomes the "leader" of her clan (which she doesn't want to). That's so many Cherries.

Monika's little journey to learn about the clans jumpstarted from there, CherrySilk warned her about the territories and the patrols, and wow! Their territories get BIG, well guess it has to be with that many cats. There was RiverClan, but it's surrounded by water, she can swim but it felt risky, she went to ThunderClan next and met another friendly she-cat, LilyPool. She had beautiful claws, which she hid under her tail in fear she'd startle Monika away, so she showed off her claws which are pretty nice too in her opinion. LilyPool didn't talk much, but she seemed like curious cat by the look in her eyes, but Monika had to go home at that time since it was getting dark so she had to say goodbye.

Her next stop was ShadowClan, which she was hesitant to go to and had CherrySilk with her just in case. Surprisingly they ran across LilyPool, who was just as surprised to see them at the border. She timidly asked if she could come with them because apparently there was a kit she saw some days ago that got scared of her, and she wanted to apologize. How nice of her!

They came across the kit eventually, who turns out to be way past her kithood and is the gatherer of ShadowClan. BerryHope has quite the sass that Monika found entertaining as she scolds Lilypool for mistaking her for a kit (who is now apologizing feverishly) CherrySilk had to break them off. She also was not scared of Lilypool that day, she's huge compared to Berryhope and those claws screamed certain irreversible injury so it was the most logical thing to do.

The four of them ended up meeting up after Sun-high (hah, she's getting the hang of these clan terminologies) and Monika learned many things from LilyPool, who's apparently very chatty and knowledgable if you can figure her out. It was almost like they have their own little clan and Monika never really got this... "Clan" feeling before, a community, sure she got other housecat–or Kittypet–friends here and there, but they all keep to themselves.

She soon names herself FoxSong, because of her pelt, her rather cunning nature being able to evade the territory patrols well, and she has a good singing voice to name a few. She's not getting rid of her name Monika, Foxsong is just a little alias for her clan friends.

Curious though, CherrSilk mentions of another Kittypet, a tom who sounds familiar to Foxsong. There's vague memories of them passing by each other but they never talked–maybe because he's a more strictly indoors kept housecat. Another kittypet that has his own meddling with clan life! Who must he be...

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Kalinka navigation notes from Mega Man 4

The GameCube MegaMan anniversary collection included a few unique features, one of which was adding optional 'navigaters'- hint systems introduced in X5(?) That involve a character calling you at certain points when enabled in the settings - in this case similar to calling Roll in Megaman and Bass, being activated by simply pausing.

What is most exciting about this feature is that in mm4, it gives a ton of new dialogue to one of my favorite characters and one of the series most criminally underutilized: Kalinka Cossack. I intend to analyze and overanalyze every one of these calls over the course of my playthrough; after all, this is debatably canon and probably contains more lines for her than all of the other classic series games combined.

This is NOT a transcript, just notes on what Kalinka is saying during my playthrough and my occasional thoughts about it, and I will be skipping over repeated advice or otherwise uninteresting dialogue, and condensing similar points into one note.

General:

-Kalinka is likely responsible for establishing this call, despite being captured by Dr. Wily. This likely involved creating a communication device compatible with Rock's receivers, masking it's signal, and making it a video call for fun I guess, all under her genius captor's nose. It's possible that she had help from protoman, but i suspect that she did most of the mechanical stuff - after all this game puts her intelligence on full display

- another major point is that Kalinka can see where MegaMan is, what he is doing, and what obstacles are ahead of him- I'm not sure whether she somehow is receiving feedback from Rock's sensors, hacking security cameras and other equipment, or some other third thing,, but either way is impressive in it's own right

- Kalinka seems to know how the vast majority of robots work, but often doesn't know the actual names of enemies. Because of this, it seems she doesn't seem to be reading from any type of manual or guide, and limited prior knowledge - meaning she is likely coming up with the majority of her advice on the spot. This makes the accuracy of her statements quite impressive.

- this will become more apparent as I recount more examples, but this game paints Kalinka as a sort of genius prodigy - seems like she learned a lot from her father, but she is brilliant in her own right too

- Kalinka will occasionally speak as if she was fighting instead of Megaman, especially later in the game (ex: 'what if I used X weapon). This is most likely a series of typos, but I feel like it's worth mentioning

Toad Man:

-Kalinka is immediately able to tell for certain that the wind is strong enough to push Rock around despite him being a robot, before he ever tries to jump; same mostly applies to the effects of water flows later in the level.

-Kalinka knows that the snail miniboss is vulnerable when it's eyes are open

-Kalinka not only has a general idea of what Toad Man's weakness is, but also knows that he's freaking pathetic

Bright Man:

- I don't know why Kalinka is introducing herself now, but I guess that the Dev's thought most people would start with Bright Man??? Toad man is right there???

-Kalinka seems to already know how the enemies in bright Man's stage affect the lighting

-Kalinka not only knows how dangerous spikes are, but that the grasshopper robots are safe to ride on and will move in a predictable pattern

- upon seeing the split path in the stage, she knows that nothing to important is on the bottom path, and when exploring the bottom path she wants you that you may not be able to return if you don't have energy for Rush

- on the main path, she will warn you about hitting the lightbulb enemies and about the falling red platforms

-Kalinka knows that Bright Man is weak to water, and that being in the air during the time freeze makes you less vulnerable to his attacks

Pharaoh Man:

- Kalinka will immediately warn Rock about the quicksand

-Kalinka will once again inform you that jumping on certain enemies is necessary to proceed, with some additional caution reflecting that these robots have projectiles. During the final section, she will advise you to take the higher platforms

- Kalinka pretty much successfully deduces Pharaoh Man's weakness, in this case it's made clear that she is coming up with this on the spot.

Ring Man

- Kalinka knows how the rainbow platforms (and their alternative later in the level) work

- Kalinka explains how to deal with the hippo minibosses, and later that the rain flush ruins them

- Kalinka explains how to defeat the Whopper minibosses, and later that they can bet skipped with a time freeze

- Kalinka knows that the mono loaders will be one-shot by charge shots

- Kalinka knows that Ring Man is weaked by heat, and advises you on how to avoid his attacks

Dust Man

- Kalinka immediately tells Mega Man to hit sheild attackers from behind

- Kalinka warns Rock about enemies launched from bottomless pits

- Kalinka informed Rock of appearing platforms

- Kalinka warns Rock about the Press

- Kalinka tells Rock how to deal with breakable blocks, and seems to be working with Beat (Beat acts as a series of arrow signs in this game)

- Kalinka gives a detailed idea of how to avoid Dust Man's attacks, but only has a vague idea about his weakness

Skull Man

- Kalinka tells Mega Man to use charge shots against Zato, and that only charge shots work on Skeleton Joes

- Kalinka tells Rock that one enemy is only vulnerable from the front

- Kalinka warns Rock about caterpillar enemies

- Kalinka seems to know relatively little about Skull Man compared to the other robot masters, as both her idea of what his weakness is and her advice for fighting him, while accurate, are rather short. This seems to support the idea that skull man was built specifically for fighting MegaMan as per Wily's demands

Dive Man

- Kalinka warns of enemies in the water

- Kalinka states that uncharged attacks are more effective against moby, and that it's vulnerable to flash stopper

- knows that mega man can't defeat the jellyfish robots

- Kalinka knows how mega man operates in water

- Kalinka gives Rock advice about dodging dive man's attacks. Interestingly, she recommends using the normal buster- this may be more evidence that she doesn't know Skull Man, or perhaps she just knows that using the skull barrier against Dive Man is very risky

Drill Man

- Kalinka tells Megaman about the map

- Kalinka advices that Rock defeats a crusher enemy with rapid fire

- Kalinka recommends using charge shots against the blue enemies

- Kalinka gives Rock advice about dealing with the dust shoots that drop rocks

- Kalinka tells Rock how to use the switchs

- Kalinka tells Rock to move when Drill Man is underground, and recommends using a weapon that is 'sure to capture', an odd but useful hint towards his weakness

IMPORTANT: Kalinka seems to acknowledge that Drill Man is the final stage in my playthrough - unsurprisingly, it seems likely that her dialogue may change slightly depending on the order the stages are completed. However, I have yet to confirm this and do not know the extent to which it happens if true.

Cossack Fortress 1

- Kalinka advises Megaman on how he can deal with the local ice physics. She also admits that they caused her to slip once

- Kalinka tells Rock when he needs to use Rush Coil or Balloon to proceed, and recommends using the Rush jet

- Kalinka tells Rock how avoid the moth bosses attacks and counterattack

Cossack Fortress 2

- Kalinka shows excitement when MegaMan enters the fortress proper, and asks him to help her and her father

- Kalinka tells Rock when the Rush jet is nessisary, saying 'all I have is a Rush Jet...', which i assume is a figure of speech but it's really funny to imagine that she just. Has a rush jet. No Rush, just the jet for Rush. And has somehow used that for everything she does in this game

- Kalinka tells Rock how to traverse the spike blocks, and that he can skip some with a balloon

- Kalinka tells Rock that certain walls can be destroyed by the drill bomb

- Kalinka tells Rock how to damage the room boss

Cossack Fortress 3

- Kalinka directly addresses the auto scrolling segment, ('here the background moves by itself') breaking the fourth wall

- Kalinka tells Megaman to defeat an otherwise invulnerable enemy with Dust Crusher (there seems to be a typo)

- Kalinka tells Rock how the golden platforms work, and how to use them

- Kalinka knows that this boss is weak to pharaoh shot, and asks mega man to defeat it quickly

Cossack Fortress 4

- Kalinka tells Megaman about a shortcut

- Kalinka states that Rock is the only one who can save her father...

- unlike any previous bosses, Kalinka gives no advice about fighting Dr. Cossack at all, and doesn't contact you during the battle. This is likely because she is being saved by Protoman

Wily fortress 1

- Kalinka thanks Megaman and promises to use the data she got from Wily's base to continue supporting him

- Kalinka warns Rock that the stage has a large number of metaurs

- Kalinka advises Rock on how best to deal with the disappearing blocks

- Kalinka gives advice on avoiding attacks from the metaur boss

Wily fortress 2

- Kalinka warns Megaman about the large number of spikes in the stage

- Kalinka gives a detailed description of how to deal with the boss

Wily fortress 3

- Kalinka states that Megaman is close to Wily and offers encouragement

- Kalinka affirms the the robot masters have the same weaknesses in the rematches

- Kalinka tells Rock how to use the Drill Bomb against the boss (it's worded poorly but I'll chalk it up to a typo)

Wily fortress 4

- Kalinka losses connection with Megaman, which smells like the Devs wanted to troll players by not telling them that the final boss can only be hurt by the fully charged Pharoh Shot, which would have been the single best thing for the hint system added in the remake to tell you. For shame devs, for shame.

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If anyone has additional information or caught something I missed, it would be appreciated. While this project may have not been a direct addition to Rollinka, it's still greatly reaffirms much of what I already knew about Kalinka's character, and may be a useful resource for anyone writing Kalinka - which is like, half of writing Rollinka, so I think it's worth posting here.

#Kalinka #mega man 4 #megaman #kalinka cossack #Megaman anniversary collection

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luimagines · 7 months

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James

Part 8! :D

Masterlist

First Chapter/ Previous Chapter/ Next Chapter

Content under the cut!

“PINKY!”

The lesser fairy shouted loudly. The poor girl had enough of everything. She was trying to still come to grips with the fact that they had messed up as badly as they did in terms of having their “guests”. She was not happy. “WHAT?!”

“We need things!!”

“What kind of things?!”

“Supplies, materials, the like.” The lesser fairy kept shouting.

Twilight saw the poor girl sag before she looked up. Her eyebrow twitched. “Very helpful.”

“Um-” Twilight spoke up.

She turned to him, with a mildly nasty look. Twilight couldn’t help but shrink back slightly. She huffed and moved her hair away from face, drawing it back into a tight hold with her hands at the back of her head. “Yes?

Twilight coughed, trying to keep his gaze low. It landed on her legs. No bad. Back up. “I can go with you?”

She didn’t look impressed.

Twilight coughed again, feeling a slight warmth to his cheeks. “Really! I’m a great tracker!”

She stared at him for a moment longer before she groaned and adjusted her hair once more. “Alright. I suppose there’s nothing wrong with it. Let me get the list from the Tweedles and then we can head out.”

Twilight tilted his head. Tweedles? Is that their name?.... What’s a Tweedle? And why are there more than one?

The girl left for a moment, Twilight fell into a moment of weakness as he watched her leave, paying a little more attention to her than he should have. He snapped his head away when he realized what he was doing. He felt so dumb. Why is he like this? Why didn’t he go get the others? Why did he offer to go with her? Alone?

She came back faster than he expected and pocket a small piece of paper in her top. Another thing Twilight felt bad for noticing. “Alright. Let’s get this over-”

She paused and looked him up and down, her annoyance morphed into a sweet concerned face- directed at him. “Hey. You ok? You look sick.”

She walked up to him, putting a soft hand on his cheek and his forehead. She was… smaller than he thought she would be now that she’s this close. He could do something. But what was it? What was his brain telling him to do? It was all action but no direction. What was happening? Man, she is so cute!

“Are you sick?” She asked him, putting a hand on his shoulder. He half wanted her to lower her hand to his arm, then maybe he could flex and then she would feel his muscles. No, that’s dumb. That’s really dumb. What is he thinking?

“I’m fine.” He smiles. “I’m.. umm… I was coughing. It’ll go down.”

She raised an eyebrow, seemingly seeing right through his fib. “Uh-huh… quiet cougher, aren’t cha?”

Twilight clears his throat. “...It was on my own spit…”

He’s an idiot. What’s wrong with him? Twilight scratched the back of his head, smiling as brightly as he could to get out of the grave he’s digging for himself. “It’s fine! Really! Let’s go get that list your friend asked for!”

She shook her head and grabbed her staff. “I hope you’re good at identifying trees and catching animals.”

Twilight’s face dropped. “What?”

“We need three different types of bark and some fur. Apparently that sword the chosen one has isn’t strong enough for what we have planned and we need to fortify it before the end of the month.”

Twilight tried to keep up, she was no longer waiting for him. “Why? The Master Sword is capable of a lot of things. It even dispels dark magic.”

“While true, we also need it to close the rifts in the space-time continuum. That being said, they’re still being made faster than we can take out. So! We better make this quick. Then the Lesser One can fix up the sword and the fairy can get off of our backs for a little bit since the plan would be in motion faster than we anticipated.”

Twilight manages to catch up to her and match her stride in an instant… Was she always a fast walker? He’s having to actually need to put effort into keeping up with her.

She walks through the hideout with startling confidence before she moves through some boxes, disappearing for a moment. Two seconds pass before her arm shows up again and Twilight is pulled through. He ends up in the middle of a forest, but he’s disoriented and lost. He doesn’t know where he is.

He’s spinning on his feet, making it worse as he tries to figure out where both of them are. “Where are- How did-”

“You can thank the Lesser One for that.” She says proudly. “It didn’t take them too long to figure out how to get through Hyrule through portals instead of going from dimension to dimension. This way. Bark number one should grow on the west side if I remember correctly.”

Twilight follows blindly. He’s thoroughly impressed. And it wasn’t even her doing.

“How long do you think this would take us?” He asks her quietly, following her as she leads the way.

“Why?” She looks at him softly. Twilight finds his heart reaching out to the look. “Are you worried about your friends? They should be fine. The Lesser One likes your friend- Sky- Right? And the fairy seems to fly circles around Mr. Traveler. They’ll be taken care of. We don't have them to hurt them.”

“I know.”

“You know?” She turned to him shocked. “...How? I thought that-”

“I’ve been around earlier, remember? As Wolfie?” Twilight adds sheepishly. “I saw most of everything.”

Now it’s her turn to blush and Twilight is taken aback about how it blends into her hair. She covers her face with her hand. “....I forgot about how I treated you for a minute.”

Twilight grins like a doofus. “I didn’t~!”

She sends him a defeated look. “You should.”

#linked universe #linkeduniverse #linked universe x oc #lu twilight

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The Lemon Legacy: Generation 1, Chapter 85 - The Bach Bash Part 1

It's time for Ophelia and Xander's joint bachelor/ette party! The Watcher was too excited to get started to take establishing screenshots of The Lemon Drop, but Xander closed early for the night so they'd have the perfect party spot!

Marcie: Penny? What are you doing in this save?

Penny: …I live here?

Marcie: And where's Kyle?

Penny: I don't know what the hell a "Kyle" is but my wife Miko is like 10 feet away if this is some weird flirting tactic.

Marcie: Oh, no, sorry. You just look a lot like my best friend Penny Pizzazz. And you're also apparently named Penny Pizzazz.

Penny: Understandable mistake. Pizzazz is a pretty common name. Your friend sounds pretty, though.

Summer's always danced to the beat of her own drum!

And she took her heels off so she could dance easier. I definitely didn't delete the CC shoes I put on her and then forget to give her new ones. I'm killing it over here, gang.

Xander tries to tap the keg he hauled in, but the tap ends up flying off.

Drew: You're a bartender, dude! How do you not know how to tap a keg?

Xander: I'm used to mixing and pouring, not tapping! And Ophelia and I pre-gamed a little so maybe I'm already kind of buzzed.

Keg successfully tapped!

Xander: All right, who wants to do a keg stand with the future Mr. Lemon?

Ophelia doesn't hear this declaration because she's too busy demanding to dance battle Joaquin. He's certainly down for it!

Xander somehow convinces Drew to help him with a keg stand, even though they insist they're not strong enough to hold him up that long.

Xander: I trust you!

Drew: I don't think this is a trust issue but whatever, man.

Well, that's about how I imagined it going.

Damn, even the bartender came over to laugh at him. Tough crowd.

From the other side of the room, Marcie and Ophelia are still able to witness that fail.

Ophelia: OMW, what a dork.

Marcie: You must feel like the luckiest girl in the world to be marrying that specimen.

Marcie: What do we owe Hilary and Greta for watching the kids?

Ophelia: Nothing. Jace was so excited to have some boys his age to play with, and Greta's probably having fun with the girls. Just don't be too mad if Violet comes home with black coffin-shaped nails.

Marcie: Deal.

Marcie: So the big day's tomorrow. You nervous?

Ophelia: Yes and no, I guess? I feel all fluttery about it but I'm just excited to get married.

Marcie: Understandable! I felt the same way, but it was a perfect day. Your day will be too, I know it.

Marcie: The kids had so much fun with you guys. Violet kept talking about playing in the splash pad with "O'fia".

Ophelia: She's precious, they all are. The girls especially were giving me baby fever.

Marcie: Just as I planned.

Ophelia: What?

Marcie: Nothing.

Marcie: Do you really think you want kids soon?

Ophelia: I don't know, I think so? I know Xander wants kids and so do I, but he's got the bar, I've got the band. How would we make it work?

Marcie: You find a way. It wasn't always easy for me and Joaquin, but it's been worth it.

Speaking of Joaquin, Xander's going for round two with his new fellow goofball bestie!

Travis: Come on, dude, are you trying to get killed before your wedding?

You're just jealous The Watcher made you and Becca get married off-screen, Travis!

What's that quote about doing the same thing and expecting different results? Xander should probably look it up when he's not so juiced.

Ophelia: Can't wait to tell my future kids about this night, they'll be so proud of their daddy.

Joaquin: BWAHAHA you should have seen your face, man!

As Joaquin doubles over laughing, Xander hobbles back onto his feet.

Xander: I should have given your kids ice cream before sending them back to you.

Joaquin: Those kids are chaotic no matter how much sugar you feed them!

Ophelia: I'm gonna make sure he's okay. And get myself another drink.

Marcie: Be sure you're drinking plenty of water!

Ophelia: Water? I hardly know her!

Ophelia laughs at her dumb joke, then also laughs as she fake applauds Xander.

Ophelia: That was quite the show! Mwah!

After another drink, Ophelia gets back on the dance floor to show off her moves, only to smack herself in the face in the process.

Ophelia: OWWWW

Drew: Party foul!

Ophelia: As my fake dad, aren't you supposed to support me?

Drew: Not when you're doing rookie shit, kiddo.

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Magnum PI - S05E11 - Hit and Run review

We're back. I guess. It feels strange knowing these are the last ten episodes it seems likely we're getting but judging from just this first one it's going to keep on being one heck of a ride at least for that :P

(Full honestly, something is wrong with my internet so I watched this with like 1 million little lags and annoying loading bits so... may have affected my viewer enjoyment. Also gotta go to bed because I gotta work tomorrow so this is a little short and 5% spell checked...)

Miggy

Wham-bam, thank you, ma'am. It would have been more shocking if we hadn't gotten the "I'm late in the promo" but still, it was fun to explore this for an episode. They didn't touch back on what Juliet said about not being sure if she wanted a baby or not, but from how the discussion went today she seemed to have changed her tune. Would have been good to have addressed. I thought the would with Magnum being incredibly award when she told him. (This was low-key a favorite part of mine because not knowing what to say Magnum is pretty rare.)

Loved that they're keeping the Miggy banter and Thomas Magnum logic going strong even with big life-changing-ish news looming on the horizon.

"Yeah but if you are pregnant you will be more pregnant tomorrow."

"Just like how you said you weren't scared of spiders?"

I think this was a big set-up for how the series is going to end. Which I think is going to be very Mentalist and we kind of needed to have them talk about and want a baby, even if not right now. (Seriously, if the show doesn't end with a Miggy wedding and baby on board I'm going to be annoyed.)

So yeah, I'm glad they had the baby talk and that it leads to Confessions! (have I been watching too much K-drama? Maybe. Yes.)

And is it weird that I cried there with them being all "I love you" at the end? Like I thought, kind of that I'd gone through my mourning process for this both with thinking season 4 was the end and during the past few months knowing season 5b is the last. But apparently, I was wrong. I still have tears left.

Watching this episode just kind of made me realize how much I love this show (all over again) and that I'm going to miss it and my babies sooo much.

TC being sad = sadness

It's was kind of hard to watch our favorite guy going through tough stuff. I feel like the *protect TC at all cost* society will sue someone :P no but I was really thankful things seem to be going in the right direction for him both with emotionally dealing and getting some feeling back!

Rick + Piper...

So Rick's got a new GF? I feel like she gotta have some connection to something bigger. Like she's for sure a spy or something right? Wasn't her being all "that dump never" just too great of a start? I mean Rick is cute and all, but just introducing her as a love interest would be a little frivolous? Though they have done that before with Ethan and Lia.

Anyway, Piper is cute and I can't wait to see what happens with it.

The Case!

I really liked this case, even if it the excitement was somewhat lost because my internet kept lagging. It's pretty classic "hitman decides to save victim" only with a Magnum and Higgins twist. It could have gone a lot of different ways and in a way it felt a little too quick for it to end. (I think this might be another K-drama symptom where most things just keep going throughout the season.) I was hoping/thinking when I heard "boarding school, sick mom" that we'd get a Juliet/kid bonding moment.

I would have liked Mr. Hitman to not have died so unceremoniously. I mean this poor kid, her mom is dead, her dad is dead, her brother just tried to kill her with 2 hitmen and now the guy who saved her (even if he was a hitman to start) dies? I mean come on! Couldn't he have gotten caught and she'd be like "I'll come visit you in jail" or something?

The Jin + Book

Are we going to get more flashbacks of Jin imagining the White Knight with superpowers? Because that was so weirdly hilarious. I was like? What? What? WHAT? Then I totally cracked up.

But yeah, hope we have something more with the TR Bell + White Knight. That kiss back from early season 4 is still one of my faves of theirs (even if it wasn't actually 'them'.)

Next week seems fun! Like, repo a fish? What a strange world, but it sure going to be amusing.

#magnum p.i.#magnum pi #magnum pi season 5 #magnum pi review #my review #miggy #juliet higgins #thomas mangum

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bacon-sandwich-of-dionysus · 1 year

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Bloodhound. (A Ghost x AFAB!reader fic)

Act One, Chapter One: No Moksha

Slayyy! We're here! I hope you all enjoy!

For context, the reader is AFAB but I included gender neutral pronouns :).

Ah! I'm so excited, I've never written something like this before!

Apologies in advance for any grammar mistakes, I have proofread this to death but things always slip under the radar. There is also a poll at the end of this for you to choose how this should go- majority vote dictates the direction the reader takes!

Word count: 5,718

Warnings: Strong language, horror elements, mentions of blood

The night you had arrived at the base of the Mexican Special forces, right on the outskirts of the cartel-owned city of Las Almas, the sky was starless, and the weather was muggy. The air had felt heavy, slightly suffocating, so much so that you had this unnerving feeling that the heavens may open any minute now. A storm was going to arrive soon, you just knew it, and that storm would most certainly bring lightning. It was humid after all, and thunderstorms thrived on humidity. You were grateful that you had shelter to retreat into should there be a raucous downpour, and that was all thanks to Kate Laswell.

The CIA Station Chief had taken pity on your circumstance as a runaway from the Red Room, and thus, elected to temporarily take you under her wing. Once she felt secure that you had removed all implanted trackers, the woman allowed you to take refuge here in the base for the time being. You were briefly- though not properly- introduced to 141 and soon realised that they were in a similar situation, except they weren’t running away from a shadow government organisation. Instead, they apparently were going rogue due to some infighting within their own team and superior. You hadn’t heard the full story, but a few familiar names were dropped and you had an idea of what had happened. Anyways, you didn’t really care, 141 seemed amicable enough and that was all that mattered. You had decided that it was best to keep out of their way, provided they do the same for you. You weren’t looking for trouble, you were just looking for a few moments to breathe.

Soon, though, you’d change your mind and decide that maybe dipping a toe into some idle conversation and seeing what became of it wouldn’t be a bad idea either.

“Hey!” A friendly voice called from behind.

You turned around from where you had been kneeling in front of your rucksack, to see a man with a black mohawk waving at you from a few feet away. He had a friendly face.

“Hi.” You replied, subtly eyeing him.

He took a few steps towards you, holding out his hand.

“I’m Sergeant MacTavish. But most folks call me ‘Soap’.”

You smile.

“Y/N. I’m Y/N.”

Soap quickly found you had a firm handshake. A very firm handshake. As he pulled away, you spotted him nursing his wrist, drawing it close to his chest as he continued to strike up conversation.

“Quite a handshake you got there!” He remarked, chuckling.

“Comes with the training.” You shrugged.

“Training?” Soap asked, “Laswell never mentioned you being military.”

“I’m not military.”

“Ah, I see. So, where are you from, then?”

“That’s classified.”

He nods, almost to himself. Another mystery man on the team.

“I’m not on the team either.” You said absentmindedly as you turned back to grab your canteen, “I’m just staying here for the moment, I’ll be gone soon.”

When you got up, you noticed Soap was staring at you, mouth hung slightly open. He seemed to have a mixture of expressions going on, one of confusion and another of… surprise. Well, it was more like poorly-hidden shock.

“What?” You tilt your head to one side, flinging your rucksack over your shoulder.

Did he… He could have sworn he never said that comment aloud. Or… Or maybe he did? Soap mumbled a “nothing”, letting you walk on ahead to the barracks. Sometimes his mouth was three steps ahead of his mind and he was known for occasionally letting things slip that he really should have kept in his head. It could happen in a flash, with Soap not knowing he’d said something stupid until he’d see heads turn and brows furrow.

“So, how long are you crashing with us, then?” He asked, picking up into a light jog to catch up with you.

“Uh… I’m not sure. Pretty much however long it takes for Laswell to kick me out?”

You both rounded a corner and entered a long hall lined with beds on either side.

Ah… yeah. This wasn’t ideal. Sure, you had expected to be sharing the sleeping area with one or two other folks, but this looked like the entire base was here. You pull your lips into a thin line. Everyone was here! Everyone. The sounds of idle chatter filled your head as you tried to find an empty bed to claim. You hoped you wouldn’t have to fend anyone off to keep it, not like back in your old living quarters. You think it was when you were about seven when you first realised the laws of that place. Some girl had taken your bed and slept in it and when you tried to nudge her off, she ended up attacking you. Once the fight had ended, she had gifted you with two new scars. In return, you had blessed her with a black eye and no bed for her to sleep in. Luckily, she had found another. However, since then, you had become vigilant about where you slept and what you slept on.

Which was why it surprised you when you saw Laswell raising her arm and waving at you, before pointing to the bed across from the one she was sitting on.

You walk down the aisle, occasionally looking at her for reassurance that you were headed in the right direction. Soon enough, you had plonked yourself on a slightly hard mattress with a creaky metal frame. Swivelling round to face Laswell and her companions across from you, you inch a little closer to the edge, hoping the background noise wouldn’t take away from the conversation you sensed was coming.

“How are you feeling, Y/N?” She asked, taking a sip from her thermos.

“Fine.”

Kate Laswell accepted the answer, and your little circle went quiet for a moment.

“So…” a man with mutton chops spoke up suddenly, only to then fade into silence.

Laswell elbowed him lightly.

“Just because they can’t tell you much about their background, doesn’t mean you can’t introduce yourself!” She shook her head, “Go on! Be polite!”

He shot her a dirty look before holding out his hand.

“Captain John Price.”

“Y/N.”

You took it.

“Just Y/N? No rank? Not even a surname?”

You shook your head.

“Proper mystery you are, eh?” Price chuckled.

A younger man, sitting next to him, peered round to get a better look at you. His eyes wandered about for a bit before he honed in on something which made his eyebrows raise.

“I like your tattoos.” He pointed to what he could see from your rolled up sleeve.

You looked down, almost as if you were reminding yourself that they were still there.

“Thanks.” You mumbled.

He leaned forward, trying to get a better look at them, only for Price to place a hand on his chest.

“Don’t be getting in their space, Gaz. Let ‘em breathe.”

“Sorry,” Gaz gave an apologetic smile, “I was just wondering where you got ‘em done. They look really cool.”

“I can’t tell you where I had them inked, I’m afraid.”

“Fine. Keep your secrets.”

“I will.” You grinned, letting out a small laugh.

You could see Kate was beginning to relax a little as you and Gaz exchanged smiles. Sure, you weren’t going to be here for long, but it would make a heck of a lot easier if you got along well with your short-term roommates.

Soap came and sat himself down on his rucksack in the small, askew circle you had found yourselves in.

“So,” he began, scooting himself a little closer in, “you guys managed to get any intel on Y/N here?”

“Tough nut to crack.” Price remarked, feigning a solemn headshake, “Won’t even give their rank.”

Soap sighed, “Damn. Don’t even know where you sit in the pecking order… that’s gonna make allocating food tough.”

Your eyes widened.

“Allocating what now?”

“They’re just messing with you.” Laswell rolled her eyes as the men let out hearty laughs, “You’ll get an equal ration don’t worry.”

She patted your back as you laughed nervously with them, feeling a bit foolish.

“Can you not scare them off please?” Kate barked at Soap as he wiped his eye, “The last thing I want is them running off and disappearing off the face of the Earth.”

“Sorry, Laswell! Couldn’t help masel!”

“Of course.”

The laughter soon quietened down and people started looking up. A shadow had fallen over you, darkening your field of view.

You looked up to see what was eclipsing the lights.

A tall, masked man was looking down at you… and you kept looking back up at him.

The both of you narrowed your eyes. For a brief moment, you thought a staring contest was going to begin, time slowing down for a fleeting second. And then, suddenly, the world sped up back to its usual pace as he turned to the rest of the group and asked:

“Who’s this?”

“That’s Y/N. The runaway Laswell told us about yesterday.”

“Oh.”

Oh? You tilted your head to one side. Was that all he had to say? “Oh?”

Fine. Just ‘oh’ me, I guess. You shrugged to yourself as he walked past you to take a seat by Soap.

“This one’s a proper mystery. Some shadowy government agent from Laswell’s lot.” Price whispered, loudly.

“Yeah, you can take your tin foil hat off, Captain.” Laswell groaned, “Y/N’s information is just classified to you.”

“What about you, Kate?”

“Oh, I know almost everything about them.” She leaned back a little, smug.

“They got as much classified information as Ghost?” Soap looked between you and the masked man.

“Probably not. Since, you know, we have the privilege of seeing Y/N’s face all the time, unlike someone.”

Gaz let out a snort as Ghost rolled his eyes.

Ultimately, it was true though. If it were down between you and Ghost on who looked more trustworthy, it would be you by a mile. You didn’t have a mask on for a start and he did. Not to mention, the man’s stare was unnerving. Intense. You were almost certain that if he tried, the sheer power of his glare would turn you into stone. The man would have made a fine Gorgon, all staring eyeballs and no friendly smile, or at least no visible friendly smile.

“Y/N,” Gaz paused to let out the last of his giggles, “I got a very important question. What’s your favourite colour?”

“Uh…” You just pick one off the top of your head, “red?”

“Great! Now we know more about Y/N than our old pal Ghost! They officially have less classified info than him!”

Soap went to put an arm around his shoulders, only for Ghost to shrug him off.

“Very funny.”

“Oh, lighten up, Riley! You’re the one who refused to give a straight answer, unlike Y/N here.”

“Maybe because I have better things to do than pick a favourite colour?”

“Hey!” You light-heartedly snapped back, pointing an accusing finger at him, “There’s nothing wrong with having a favourite colour.”

“And there’s nothing wrong with not having a favourite colour.” He retorted.

“Yeah!” You folded your arms, “Perhaps if you’re not interesting or fun enough to have one.”

Soap let out an ‘ooohh’, awaiting Ghost’s reply.

Only for the man to just huff and get up.

“Pass me your canteen, Johnny. That’s what I was here for anyways.”

“Could you fill up mine too?” Gaz asked, raising his water bottle up to Ghost.

“Fuck off.”

“Rude.”

“Now, now, lieutenant, that’s no way to be talking to your sergeant.” Price snickered.

“My apologies, Garrick.” Ghost said, exaggeratingly.

“Apology accepted.” Gaz smiled, getting ready to hand him his bottle.

“But I still ain’t filling it up.”

With that, Ghost left the barracks and left Gaz hanging.

The men erupted into laughter once more as Gaz wibbled his lower lip, acting as if he was on the verge of tears.

“Welcome to 141.” Kate smiled, “They’re idiots when they’re not on the job.”

You found yourself genuinely smiling, something which you hadn’t done in a while.

“Well, Laswell. I’d rather have these idiots than a bunch of arseholes.”

Kate placed a gentle hand on your shoulder.

“You’ll do just fine around here, Y/N. Just fine.”

You hoped so. Even if this was a pitstop, this was your first taste of freedom. This was the first time you were going it alone, meeting people who you were choosing to meet and talk to. This was not a matter you took lightly. Every moment you had with these guys; you would be savouring it. Perhaps this was also the time to start learning about how to make friends as well.

The laughter you were currently bathing in set alight a gentle warmth which you had seldom felt back when you were at the Red Room.

There’d be no harm in saying that this bode well.

***

He was still getting used to the sights and sounds. This world he had been reborn into was… overwhelming. It hadn’t changed though; it was he who had been augmented.

Graves sat perfectly still as he watched the whitecoats around him do their thing. He had regretted having not chosen to sit in a more comfortable, slouched posture for this, but it was too late to change his position now. Any sudden move made would result in a swift sedation or a prompt branding with whatever silver cruelty they had on them.

He let out a resigned sigh as one of the doctors made her way round him and placed a lead onto his temple, pressing down to make sure the adhesive would stick.

“Arcadian 3’s vitals are up now.”

The team dropped whatever they were doing and huddled around the small monitor next him, where the various wires that were attached from his head to his arms, hands and his chest all led to.

“Look at that!” One of them gasped, pointing at something on screen that seemed to have the vague shape of numbers as well as a wiggly line that Graves usually attributed to hospital equipment, “No sign of deterioration at all! Heart rate of 60 beats per minute, average for a living K9.”

“Blood oxygen level is 97.5%. That’s pretty good.”

“Okay, great. I’d say… I’d say we can send him over to the Red Room’s guys.”

There seemed to be a unanimous hum of agreement as heads nodded and people patted each other on the back.

The doors to the lift parted and Phillip Graves was greeted with a compartment full of other men, looking about as drained as he did. Some were already wearing their armour, whilst others were in their base layers like him. All eyes moved to meet him, and Graves felt himself recoil inside.

“Get in, soldier.” A woman called from behind and he felt the dull end of her weapon gently nudge his lower back.

Reluctantly, the man stepped over the threshold and into the lift, sandwiching himself between two other brutes.

“Once you reach the Academy, you are to turn right and follow the lamias waiting for you to go get your masks fitted. Under no circumstances are you to enter the Academy without one of those things on. Understood?”

“Yes, ma’am.” They all said.

The doors creaked shut.

The air was heavy here, the humidity only rising with each breath let out. The sighs released from those slightly frowned lips of the soldiers in this cramped space came out in the form of steam: a small, fleeting moment of white which dissipated, leaving only the mere sensation of its presence. Not wishing to make eye contact with any of his companions, Graves elected to keep his eyes on the small screen above, which indicated the floor number they were on.

Slowly, the value on the screen decreased. The lift would jerk a little and its lights flickered in response. Only the distant echoes of metal scraping against metal and clanking machinery filled the silence. There were no voices. Graves had tuned into the soft whirs of the lift, which were more audible when the damn thing wasn’t acting like it was as old as time itself. He found it bizarre that something which looked so well-maintained would sound as broken as it did. This lift was inarguably spotless, the metal for the buttons polished and shining, the floor looking glossy, and the walls were this pristine blue grey colour. Maybe his ears had gotten sensitive too?

Graves had noticed his sight and sense of smell most certainly had; what would be the subtle scent of men’s perfumes, deodorants and aftershave mixed with dull metal was an almost overbearing concoction for his nose. Phillip was doing all he could to not just clutch his face and splutter. It was like the smell was slowly filling up the inner volume of his skull, desperately vying for all his mind’s attention. As for his eyesight, well, he gathered that this lift’s lights had been especially lowered for him and the men around him because he could actually see clearly. Graves didn’t have to squint for once.

Someone yawned and another scratched behind their ear.

There was this shared sense of discomfort. No one wanted to be here, and they could sense that desire in each other.

Graves found himself being compelled to yawn. As he did so, he realised he had to give himself a moment to realign his jaw so his teeth wouldn’t sit uncomfortably on one another. Oh, the joy of having lengthened canines! He truly, truly hated what they had done to his body.

Finally, the lift creaked, groaned and then grinded to a halt. Doors parted and the men stepped out. They were greeted with a set of armoured women, who kindly guided them down the corridor, herding them into a room just off the side.

There were worktables lined with masks and various articles of armour.

“Find your mask. See if it fits and put it on. If you don’t have armour, the bits on the tables are yours. Your pieces will be identified by your number. It’s your full number, not the last digit.”

They obeyed, not uttering a word, and dispersed, splitting into smaller groups and huddling round the tables. Graves wandered about, looking at each and every piece, hoping to find one with his serial number.

7223.

Come on! He gritted his teeth. Where’s 7223?

Eventually, he found his stuff, sitting on the table at the far end of the room, near a guard who was posted at the corner, watching them like a hawk. First thing the man did was put on the gloves. Then, he picked up a pair of braces, branded with his number on the inside, and strapped them to his arms. Kneepads went on next and finally; it was the chest plate. It was familiar but strange at the same time.

The woman at the front who had been instructing them spoke up again.

“Remember when you put these masks on, you need to bite down gently on the mouthpiece inside. Once you all have your masks on, we’ll show you how to insert your blood canisters.”

Graves stared at the helmet in his hands. The reflections of the ceiling lights rolled off its featureless, glass face. He knew the stuff it was made of was most certainly not glass, nay, it was most likely something much stronger than whatever materials the standard army possessed for their protective gear. However, it looked fragile. Strange. Alien. The smooth glaze of this visage was coloured black with this undertone of crimson which revealed itself when occasionally catching the light. With a resigned exhale through his nose, Phillip turned it around to find the button to crack it open. Feeling around his finger, he eventually came across a change in texture and took the plunge. It hissed and soon the segments were levering themselves either upwards or out to the sides.

He put it on and found the mouthpiece. A hunk of what felt like plastic, again, he knew it most likely wasn’t, hit him square on the nose. As he lowered the mask onto his face, he managed to move it over so that it was hovering over his lips. He took a deep breath. Then, he opened his mouth. It was horrible.

Remember that feeling when the dentist shoves that chunk of plastic and terrible, mint-flavoured stuff into your mouth to take a mould? Everything was clearly too big for you, the bits of plastic cutting at the insides of your cheeks, the urge to gag rising but nothing really coming of it?

It was that. He was not having a good time.

He bit down on the piece, desperate to try and find a way to make this tolerable.

“Looks like everyone’s got their masks on. Great. We’re handing out the blood canisters now. Nobody try slotting them in until all of y’all have your canisters.”

One of the lamias came round with an unzipped duffel bag, which jangled as she walked. On each table she set out a pair of canisters per person. Eventually, she made her way to Graves’ table and placed before him and his company, six transparent, sealed tubes. Each one housed a red liquid, which gushed about against its glass walls, causing pink froth. It looked like blood, but it clearly wasn’t. The liquid was too thin, too artificial.

“Raise your hand if you do not have a pair of these.” The head lamia raised an example in her hand to show to the group.

The lack of response suggested they were all set.

“Okay,” she began, “Feel the lower half of your helmet for a slot on either side. Once you have located your slots, take the canister- there should be one labelled with ‘R’ for right and ‘L’ for left- and put them on the correct side.”

The room was once more filled with the quiet rustles of people doing as they were told.

Graves looked down to see the new pieces of equipment which had been placed before him. He picked one up, bringing it close to his concealed face. Examining it, Phillip’s eyes narrowed.

In accidental union, each soldier there took their canisters and plugged them into their masks. The sound of unanimous, mechanical hissing replacing the ambient quiet like the rising pre-chorus of some holy choir.

As soon as the parts clicked in place, a smell began to fill the air in Phillip’s mask. At first it was faint, but soon it gained strength. More and more and more, it began to overtake him.

This was blood. This was some form of blood. And yet, it was sweet. Delectable. He could almost taste it. Every time he inhaled, Graves was met with this wave of satisfaction, like he had just eaten the best meal he’d had in ages. It almost made him feel faint, his head starting to feel light and his eyes heavy with each blink. Graves leant forward, resting his hands against the worktable, trying to steady his breaths.

Opposite to him, a guy was clutching his helmeted head, groaning. He looked almost drunk, his feet threatening to give way as he swayed side to side, like the thin stem of a plant caught in the wind. Another man, in between Graves and the wobbler, standing along the shorter side of the table, was giggling a little, unsteady on his feet too and resting some of his weight on the table like Graves.

THUMP!

Those who weren’t completely inebriated whipped their heads round to the source of the sound. Someone, at the table near the door, had just collapsed, body giving way completely. A couple of lamias grabbed hold of him and promptly dragged him away like this was nothing.

Graves furrowed his brows.

Was losing consciousness a common occurrence here?

“Do not remove your masks whilst in the Academy! These pieces of equipment are to stop you from attacking our lamias-in-training and your teammates when you’re working. You’ll be given further instruction on these when you are sent out on your first missions!” The main woman instructed, “You are now ready to enter the Academy. The gorgons at the front will direct you to your assigned lamias-in-training.”

She gestured for them to start heading out the door. As he had been doing for the entirety of the time he had spent here, Graves followed the crowd and left the room with the group.

They trekked down the hall in silence, almost like zombies, the fumes these canisters were filling their lungs made them feel drowsy. Sluggishly, Graves walked with the others in time, doing his best not to be blinded by the ceiling lights overhead.

The vague shape of two figures came into view at the end of the hallway, holding guns close to their chests. Once they saw the men approach, one turned and scanned her palm. The three segments making up the blast door parted and they were ushered inside.

Now, Graves found himself in a queue.

From an arms room to what looked like to be a line for the bank, Phillip just accepted the circumstances he was in. That’s what he had been doing this entire time, ever since he had found himself in this place… he had just accepted. It was what he had to do. After all, they could very well just kill him if they thought he wasn’t going to be of much use and then his second chance at life would be taken away. All it took was for him to look the wrong way at someone and bam! Silver bullet through the brain and no more. He may have not liked this, being poked at by whitecoats, having to watch poorly made instructional videos and being herded like cattle, but he was alive. Right now, that was all he could think about.

He was alive.

Three weeks ago he had been dead. Three weeks ago he was a corpse, still as a lake, empty. Phillip Graves three weeks ago didn’t exist.

And yet, he had been willed back to walk this Earth once more.

He knew he’d eventually find himself feeling disillusioned, being forced to become a soldier once more, unable to pick his battles but right now, Phillip knew that this organisation had his loyalty for a while. Much longer than the US could hold it for.

“8540. 8540. Come to the front. Your lamias are ready.” An automated voice announced over the intercom.

A man, a few heads in front of Graves, watched his number appear on the screen. Then, he left the queue and was led past the set of doors to whatever lay beyond them.

More numbers were called and more men were led away.

“7629.”

“8913.”

“7152.”

And then, finally:

“7223.”

He did as he had watched and removed himself from the queue and walked towards the set of doors. The pair of guards on either side gestured for him to follow.

To Graves’ surprise, the man found himself in a canteen. It was a large mess hall. Tables were dotted around, some long, reaching almost the length of the hall, whilst others were smaller islands, with personnel huddled around them.

He was led down the aisle between a pair of long tables, coming to a stop about two thirds of the way.

“Sit.”

The guards pushed Phillip onto a chair roughly. Then, one left and one remained, taking a seat next to him. Across from the man sat two girls who were in base layers similar to what he was wearing under his armour.

One of the girls leaned back, looking him up and down. As she did so, Phillip realised the strange markings both had lining their forearms, seemingly coming up to their necks, the patterns peeking through from under the edge of their base layers.

“This is 7223.” The guard said, gesturing to him, “He will be overseeing you from now on. So, I suggest you three get acquainted. They’ll be deploying your party within the next twenty-four hours.”

***

You couldn’t sleep that night. The warmth had worn off and you were back to being worried. They were coming for you, you knew it. They probably already were making moves to your location. Yes, you had removed the trackers which had been either grafted into your armour or implanted under your skin but really, you had to admit, it was more as a means to self soothe than actually something practical. You could tell Laswell knew that too.

The both of you had smashed them into smithereens or chucked them into boiling water (much to Price’s dismay, having had to retrieve a new pan to cook his dinner in) but, again, it served no real purpose other than getting you one step closer to… well, closure.

This was a game of cat and mouse, call and response. You knew you weren’t going to make the first move- now that’d be foolish! However, you also knew you couldn’t say huddled in the little burrow you had made for yourself here at the base. They’d sniff you out eventually. The Foundation had some fine K9s which the Red Room would employ and those K9s were only getting better. Once you got even the slightest hint that they were nearby, you’d be gone in a flash. No need to keep the lion waiting in the tall grass. At least then, you wouldn’t give the bastards the satisfaction of giving chase.

Dirty fucking dogs.

Rain pattered softly against the windows as you navigated your way through a darkened corridor. Those who weren’t on night watch had been advised to confine their activity to the barracks, for the sake of keeping track of who was where and when, but… you couldn’t help yourself. You needed to wander and quietly pacing back and forth, hoping not to wake your sleeping roommates, simply would not suffice. It was not like those on night watch would catch you, you were one sneaky little sonuvabitch. At least, you hoped they wouldn’t find you. Even if they did, what was the worst that could happen? A mild bollocking? Pfft! You could handle that. And what of potential threats?

The answer was your gun. You had your trusty assault rifle with you, one which you had stolen when you made your escape. Luckily, you had yet to use it and you preferred to keep it that way. Your motto right now was to injure and run. You wouldn't aim to kill; you couldn’t risk lingering to see if the job was done. Besides, the kind of folks you usually tangled with typically got back up after a bullet to the brain, if you gave them a few minutes.

The sounds from outside began to dampen.

Soon, you found yourself in a patch of quiet.

Right now, it was like you were walking in a big black void, only the vague shapes of what lay ahead along the path could be made out and even then, there was no certainty as to whether it was something tangible, or a mere shadow.

Isolated, once more, with your thoughts.

You wondered if sunrise would come soon, though, you soon thought that was a stupid question to ponder on seeing as it was so dark. This was the dead of night.

And it was so, so quiet.

Thunder gently rumbled overhead, but it sounded distant, almost muffled.

You swallowed hard, drawing your gun closer to your chest.

Maybe you would have been alright with pacing back and forth in the barracks, afterall. At least, back in the barracks, you’d have the sounds of snoring to ground you in reality. You knew your imagination would start to run wild, soon.

WHOOSH!

You felt a chill wind sweep through your body. Something was here.

A rustle!

Movement.

Your breaths grew a little shaky as your finger moved to hover over the trigger.

Was it them?

Oh God! Did they find you already?! How?! So soon?!

You can feel your blood rushing through your veins, your pulse pounding in your ears.

Your hairs stand on end, and you feel something bristle against your back.

Dirty fucking dogs.

Like a crescendo, awaiting the climax, you feel fear rush through you, propelling you as you spin around, gun pointing at whoever wanted to get a piece of you.

You flicked on your torch as you did so, and the face of your hunter was revealed.

Two piercing eyes, reflecting the light of your flashlight back at you.

You let out a scream.

“Hey! What are you doing?!”

It grabbed the muzzle of your gun. You fought against it, squirming against it as the thing tried to take control of the weapon.

That’s when you noticed the hand wrapped around the end of your gun was gloved, with five very human looking fingers gripping the weapon. Your eyes trailed back up to meet the figure, only to see he was wearing a balaclava… and those ‘two piercing eyes’ which you had initially thought belonged to some animal… were plainly human.

His brows furrowed as you stopped, and he let go.

It was… Oh what was his name?

Phantom? No… it was something short… Ghost? Yeah! That’s it!

“Oh my God!” You covered your mouth with your hand, only to then let go of your gun, leaving it to hang by its strap around you, as you placed your hands on your knees.

You turned back to him.

“You scared the shit out of me!”

Ghost seemed indifferent, staring at you.

“What?”

“Your safety’s on.”

You looked down, sighing, still trying to catch your breath.

“Go back to the barracks.” He said, almost sounding inconvenienced.

You watched him walk past you, not even bothering to acknowledge the fact that he had just given you a heart attack. Taking in the last of your shaking breaths, you turn, hands still resting on your knees, to see his figure slowly vanish into the dark.

You’ve got to be quick if you want to say your piece, or he’ll disappear out of earshot.

#simon ghost riley x reader #ghost cod fanfic #cod mw22 #phillip graves cod #yes i have done worldbuilding for this #cod mwii werewolf au #polls!

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"Now they definitely won't make a shitty movie."

Tara Carpenter x Amber Freeman

Summary: Amber survives the final and now Tara is going to get answers.

Words: 2.4k

Warnings: idk blood death glass hardcore ending I think I died

25th anniversary of the Woodsboro murders. Back to that crazy night that changed this town forever.

A bloody series of murders had come to an end. It only seemed that way at first glance. After all, that's how movies with good endings end, right?

The sounds of sirens and ambulances pierce the air, reporters pull up. It's happening all over again. Sam, Tara, and Mindy, as the surviving trio from the new generation, get proper medical attention. Finally a long-awaited vacation after exhausting games of not only life but death.

The police officers are about to seal the house and get to work, but their attention is drawn to the scream of a man heard from inside the house.

“Stretcher required, we have another survivor!”

Another one. But who? Mindy's firm grip stops the medical worker who was carrying her to the ambulance. Her gaze read hope and fear as her brother was the only one she didn't see among the others. He's Chad-fucking-Meeks-Martin. Would it be any different in this crazy real-life murder franchise? Apparently this time yes, because it's not the tough athlete with the beaming smile who is carried out of the house on a stretcher, but the culprit of their headaches and new scars. Amber Freeman. Second Ghostface.

At this point, it's as if everyone around the house freezes in anticipation or disbelief, watching the scene unfold, except for Tara. She can't look at her girlfriend, already an ex, of course, but that doesn't save her from conflicting feelings. From facing reality. The squeezing pain in her ribcage from the realization of betrayal and the relief that it didn't end as horribly as it could have. But... what now? The chaotic thoughts in her head were making her physically nauseous, as was the fantasy of their reunion. Maybe this was just what she needed. Maybe only now would she get her answers from the one who'd treated her so cruelly, though she'd never thought of that earlier. Now she needed the truth. She needed to know who her ex-girlfriend really was.

The younger Carpenter didn't feel as strong now as the older one. Tears were hard to hold back, her lips were starting to hurt.

Not surprisingly, Sam noticed the change in Tara's demeanor, grabbing her hand tighter for support. It was clear without words how hard it was to get through this moment. How hard it would be to get through this night. As if the nightmare wasn't over yet.

It was obvious for sure that for Tara, this nightmare would be forever. In real life and in her dreams. As for Amber? She won't let this nightmare fade away as long as she's alive.

It was a mistake.

Definitely the stupidest and craziest thing the younger Carpenter had ever done in her life. However, this night had long been beyond normal, so it was worth the risk. It was something she wanted to believe in, otherwise it would cost her a broken heart or her life.

Strange to think her heart was still beating for her.

She'd been on such craziness with her girlfriend before, they often got into such messes because Amber wanted more thrills. Tara wanted love.

There's a reason they say that you can't see the monster in your lover.

Not until it was too late.

Tara knew she wouldn't be able to sleep tonight, wouldn't be able to be around the people who cared for her right now. She was drawn to the one who had given her the most love and who had left more scars on her body and soul that would never truly heal. She felt like a moth that was mindlessly giving in to its instincts and flying toward the brightest light of its life. That's what Amber was to her. And it was killing her in every way. So yes, it was definitely a crazy idea to sneak into the hospital where the brutal killer was being held.

The small town had its advantages, but it was also a disadvantage. Everyone knew each other, knew secrets and could use them for good as well as evil. Carpenter thought it was only fair to find out everything from Amber here and now and that was what she was able to convince the policeman who was on duty outside the hospital room today. Only fifteen minutes had been allotted, which meant the questions had to be chosen wisely.

One short breath. One step forward. One question.

“Why?”

Why did she even think she could get through to Amber? Why did she need answers so badly? Why was her girlfriend a fucking murderer when they could live happily together? Why?

The door was only slightly ajar, so that only a tiny bit of light from the corridor penetrated the room. The room itself was dark and shiveringly uncomfortable. Even in that damn house, the closet hadn't been so scary when Amber had tied her up and locked her in, and it had been chaotic after that. Now it felt like the closet had gotten bigger and locked her in with the killer. Maybe her mouth and wrists weren't taped shut, but the girl was restrained by all those feelings inside her.

Fear. Doubt. Sorrow.

Tara stood a couple steps away from the bunk where the brunette lay in bandages, in such a horribly vulnerable state, but alive. It might have all looked like loving people coming to each other for support, but the reality was far worse.

The silence in the room was agonizingly pressing on Carpenter's so unrecovered psyche. Words stuck in her throat, no matter how much she wanted to say. It was like torture.

Amber remained motionless, as if frozen in place. As if she was the only one in the room who was conscious. She watched her ex-girlfriend's every move. They both knew that now they would have to choose every word, every tone with extreme care. The last night had taken a lot from them, they were on edge and the slightest slip up could end in disaster. Instinct for self-preservation screamed to run right now, but she felt paralyzed. Tara couldn't move after hearing her girlfriend's husky voice.

“Because it's fun.”

As if that was what Amber needed. To open up to someone and just say, "I am who I am." Like she'd been storing that moment in her heart for a long time.

And she saw Tara's gaze lock on one expression as well, her breathing quickened and her heart began to beat faster. She saw herself realize that there would be no more excuses, no more 'I love you'. No more trying to change things. Just the truth.

Amber saw Tara break down in front of her. It was her choice to tell her everything about herself, to tell her feelings. She wanted to be the one to help her, but she couldn't do that right now. All she could give Tara was the truth, which would break her. Just like the words she'd spoken: "Because it's fun." They could sever all ties between people and destroy any hope of any kind of love.

Carpenter realized this, which was why it was hard to hold back the tears that rolled down her cheeks so scaldingly. She had to muster all the strength she had to look the sociopath in the eye.

“Did I even mean anything to you?”

Amber felt her heart skip a beat at that question. A second later, she nodded her head and a slight smirk appeared on her face. She didn't deny that this relationship had given her something, including the realization that she felt what a normal person should feel. But it wasn't love. She hated to admit it, but she felt something from her that she hadn't felt before. A feeling she could call attraction, but as usual, it couldn't last. A sense of control over someone or something, and a feeling she had never felt before - a desire to take someone under her wing. But this feeling wasn't love, and she knew it. She couldn't fake it. It was on the verge of obsession. She knew exactly how their relationship would end, and she actually enjoyed everything that was happening between her and Tara. Amber took pleasure in the girl's feelings, but that pleasure was selfish. And in a way, it was her way of loving, but it was a twisted feeling that she didn't hide.

“I was trying to help you.”

As soon as those words came out of the ruthless killer's mouth, Tara breaks down completely and all the negative feelings overwhelm her at once. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. It was absurd. It couldn't possibly be true. Tears stop rolling down her cheeks, her gaze becomes hard and filled with burning rage. Her voice trails off into a scream and she takes a step towards the girl.

“Help?! You ruined my life!”

Carpenter didn't have time to think about what she said, but those were exactly the words, the feelings she felt after the betrayal. The lump in her throat again prevented her from saying the rest, but it also prevented her from giving in to her feelings. Biting her lip and glancing over her shoulder at the half-open door, Tara turned back to Amber and took another step so her words wouldn't sound so loud, but now they were soaked with all the pain she'd been through over the past few days. There wasn't much time left to talk.

“You killed people and now you're leaving me alone.”

Amber's face expressed no emotion other than indifference. Her expression remained calm and detached as she watched her lover come closer and closer. Perhaps she liked it when Tara's emotions got out of control, she expected the girl to react that way. Maybe she was waiting for revenge, maybe she was just waiting for her to try to hit her... She couldn't tell. But she knew she deserved it. Did she feel remorse for it? Not at all.

Freeman opened her mouth to say what seemed to be something very important, but she only exhaled and raised her right arm as far as she could. Her movements were restricted because as a criminal she was obviously handcuffed to the bunk. She tilted her head slightly to the side, lowering her gaze. She wanted to believe that Tara would understand her and even after all of this she wouldn't be afraid to touch her. At least one last time.

And that made Tara's breath catch. This was too much. She couldn't see her ex-girlfriend as just a murderer. The problem was, she couldn't love her like before either. It was tearing her heart in two and leaving her with nothing. It was an emptiness so consuming that she wanted to cling to every opportunity just to heal. Just so she wouldn't feel the shards of her broken heart crashing into her soul, and so she took another step. Tentatively at first, with a trembling hand she reached out to Amber, touching her bandaged arm with her fingertips and then placing her palm fully.

It was something Amber had never expected, but had always hoped for. She'd expected many other things from Tara, but not this. She felt the girl's warm hand on hers. It was a wonderful feeling, no matter what. It was as if the girl was trying to show her that there was always room for a little good, no matter how bad or impossible the situation seemed. She liked that. She was even surprised by it. Her fingers closed around the girl's fingers. That little movement was Amber's way of expressing the fact that Tara always had a place in her heart. But...

This wasn't the kind of horror movie that ended with a good ending. At least that's how Amber saw it, especially when her plan went awry. There was definitely nothing left to lose now and she was going to take the one thing that mattered to her with her. She certainly wasn't going to lose to Sam on this one.

Killing people was a lot easier than trying to free one hand from handcuffs by breaking a finger. It wasn't a pleasant feeling, but it was worth it. She'd done even before her ex had arrived, but almost as soon as night fell. Slowly sitting down on the bunk, she looked sympathetically at Tara, clearly in pretense, and then took advantage of the moment to grab her by the scruff of the neck and pull her to her, holding the girl with a dead grip as close as she could.

There was only frustration and horror in Tara's eyes. It was as if she realized what was about to happen and was trying to prepare herself for the final blow, the worst possible moment. But there was no fear. She had already experienced far worse, she had already experienced betrayal worse than anything else. Now she was ready for the final moment. To meet her death cuddled against her friend's chest. To die feeling her lover's warm body against hers.

“Sorry, baby.”

Amber's words sounded cold-blooded and cruel, yet so gentle at the same time. Deceptively so. Only the breath Tara felt against her ear was scalding hot, reminding her that this monster was human, that this monster was her girlfriend, and that none of that mattered because the younger Carpenter had lost.

It all happened in a matter of seconds. Amber's soft lips pressed in a gentle kiss to her princess's neck, but only as a false sense of security, because just seconds later her teeth sank into the girl's flesh, digging in as deep as possible, as painful as possible, until she felt she had not achieved her goal. Tara may have been intended in her script as the final girl, but everything had gone to hell at the last moment in that house and now the script had to be urgently rewritten. No matter how much Carpenter resisted, she couldn't get out of this trap.

Hearing the girl's scream, a policeman immediately rushed into the room with a gun at the ready and another holding a walkie-talkie to his chest for communication.

It was too late. Tara could barely stay on her feet and gave her last strength to cling to the bunk like a lifeline. Blood hotly began to flow profusely from her neck and her vision slowly began to fade.

This time Ghostface had taken his last girl. Now this was the kind of ending that could be called dignified. Not the one she and Richie had planned for.... But it was even better this way.

Amber's gaze shifted to the cop with a wide grin.

“Now they definitely won't make a shitty movie.”

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safe and sound - javier peña x fem!reader

summary: after a long day on the ranch, javi just needs to feel you.

warnings: smut, fluff, javi being a softie, bathtime fun, unprotected p-in-v (wrap ur shit folks)

a/n: this falls into the same universe as my other javi peña oneshot - hiding my heart! I’ll have a masterlist up shortly 💕 (also I know it’s canon that his mother is dead but I decided for this series she isn’t so)

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Javi’s still getting used to your presence around the ranch. He still does a double-take when he finds a stack of your books on the coffee table where his mother’s knitting once lay. He’s still surprised when he opens a bathroom cupboard to find your perfume and eyelash curler sitting on the shelf that used to house his father’s aftershave. He nearly stops in his tracks when he goes looking for a t-shirt and finds your silky underthings tucked in the drawer.

It’s not even only your things around the ranch that throw him through a loop. His own truck looks out of place on the driveway. The keys hanging from hooks beside the door are not the worn lanyards that belonged to his parents. The pictures on the walls haven’t been replaced, but new ones have been added, new faces peering back at him. And he’s just not used to it all. Not yet.

He’s getting used to it, that much he knows. Having you around is the best thing that’s happened to him since he came from from Colombia. It makes him feel safe like nothing else has for a long time.

And at night? That’s when he feels it hit the hardest. That safety. That coming home. That belonging.

Running the ranch has been much more work than he ever bargained for, no matter how hard his father had drilled into him that it’s not easy work, Javi. You need to be tough, and you need to be strong.

And he has been. He’s tried his hardest to be. His hands are calloused beyond belief, his scalp caked in dirt at the end of every day, and his joints ache like he’s never felt before.

The animals are fussy some days. He spends a full week hunting down roaming sheep and corralling them back into their home. There’s a tire on the tractor that refuses to stay patched. He has to make three trips to the supply store to find the right feed for the horses because they’re apparently picky eaters and Javi didn’t even know a horse could be a picky eater.

It comes with it’s bright sides, though. The sunrises and sunsets that greet him each morning and bid him farewell every evening are beyond beautiful, rivalling even the prettiest nights he spent in Colombia.

One of the horses, who he’s affectionately renamed Steve, has taken to him, nickering happily whenever Javi walks into the barn. He’s especially happy if there’s an apple or a carrot waiting for him in the pocket of Javi’s coat. Simple thing. They spend most days together, riding through the land and making the rounds.

It’s a hell of a workout, never mind. His mother has stopped telling him he looks too skinny when he visits the home on Sundays. When he’d first returned, he was worried she was going to have a heart attack, crowing over him and begging him to eat more helpings at dinner. Now, he eats like a horse, clearing away plate after plate of whatever you’re serving. He’s gained muscle he didn’t know he was capable of having, the lines of his body growing thicker and leaner, that skinny DEA agent that combed through Colombia and lived off cigarettes and whiskey replaced with a certified cowboy.

It’s jarring, when he realizes. To see how much has changed — how much he’s changed — how much of his old life has moved aside to give way to this new one he’s building with you. He reaches for work gloves and a bridle instead of his badge and a gun. He pulls on boots and his father’s old work coat instead of tight jeans and a button-up.

(He keeps the button-ups, though. You’re not shy on telling him how much you like them, and he needs something for the nights he takes you out into town.)

Another one of the perks of the ranch? The way he gets to come home to you every night, and there’s only a short ride between the farmland and you. He’ll find you dancing around the kitchen or just coming in the door from your own day at work, hanging your keys by the door and stepping right out of your shoes and into his arms. On the weekends, he’ll only work half the day, maybe, rising earlier than you to get his chores done before returning to the house and slipping into the shower, where you join him more often than not.

In the week, you always ask him about his day, and he returns the question in kind. You chat for a while as you eat, the conversation usually carrying you past dinner and out onto the back porch, where you’ll lounge on the swing, your head tucked under his chin and Javi moving his hand up and down your arm, head tilted on yours, listening to the crickets and watching the stars up above.

On the weekends, when you find him hunched over his father’s desk, head bent over the books and accounts, it’s almost always the same. You know. You can read him like an open book, knowing exactly what he needs and when he needs it.

You’ll rest your hands on his shoulders, fingers digging in expertly, seeking out the knots that have formed in his muscles, kneading your thumbs into the base of his neck in a way that makes him close his eyes, a pleased growl working its way up his throat.

“You’ve been working too hard, cariño,” you whisper, leaning down so your mouth is right next to his ear, dropping your jaw so you can graze your teeth right over his lobe. It sends a chill shooting down his spine, one that turns to a shock of heat straight to his groin when you drag your lips down his neck. “Come take a bath with me.”

Javi’s never been one for baths. If he thinks hard, he’s pretty sure he hasn’t taken one since he was a kid. Bathing has always been about getting clean, not relaxing.

But you know how to do baths right. With your scented oils that make him realize why you always smell so damn good, and your lit candles around the tub’s edge. There’s not always bubbles, and Javi’s loathe to admit that he loves them. There’s just something about watching the foam slither down your body, that quiet noise of bubbles popping, the way it coats his hands as they roam your form.

Tonight, he’s feeling needy. He just wants to be close to you, and he’s been cursing the fact that it’s only Tuesday all day, that he can’t head back early and find you still laying in bed or sprawled on the couch with a book in your hand.

It was an easy day on the ranch, but the moment you’d walked in the door (after him, a rare occurrence), he’d been on you, wrapping his arms around your waist and following you around the house, taking your keys and your purse and putting them in their rightful places. You’d giggled and laughed and covered his hands with yours, twining your knuckles together. “Someone’s in a mood,” you’d chided, your tone half-teasing.

Javi had pushed his face into your neck, inhaling the sweet scent of your perfume, potent as anything even after a full day, and nipped at your jaw. “Been missing you all day, querida,” he whispered, “couldn’t wait to get my hands on you.”

“Clearly,” you said, squeezing his hands before manoeuvring yourself around in his grip, turning so you were facing him, leaning in to kiss him softly. “How’s your shoulder?”

He’d grumbled about his sore muscles as he walked out the door that morning, rubbing his left arm with a grimace that had your eyes trailing after him. He was glad for the easy day of work, because it hadn’t bothered him much, but…

“So sore, baby,” he murmured against your lips, pulling you impossibly closer. “Think I need a nice long soak.”

And you’d been more than happy to oblige.

Later that night, after you’d eaten, lavender-scented steam fills the bathroom, the water as high as it’ll go, and the two of you, naked as the days you were born, wrapped in each other beneath the bubbles.

You’d started behind him, his back resting against your chest and your arms wrapped around his neck. Your palms kneaded at his pecs, nose trailing along his neck as you dropped water across his skin, reaching up to wet the grown-out curls at the base of his neck. He’d revelled at your touch, at that feeling of safe, safe, safe, that seemed to spread from your fingertips and sink into the very marrow of his bones.

But, as it has from the moment he’d met you, from the first time he felt your lips on his, that deeper part of him, that unbridled attraction that he’s never felt for another person, comes to life.

He’s managed to flip you, sliding his body under yours until you’re sitting astride him. The water sloshes around the two of you, soaking the bath mat and your piles of discarded clothes, but neither of you really notice or care. He’s got one arm tight around you, holding your hips pinned to his, your wet body against him.

Slowly, carefully, he trails his hand up your front. The bubbles slide down his arm as it moves, slipping from his skin to yours, dripping off the curve of your breast and straight down your stomach. Javi just watches, silently, his head tilted to the side, brow so hard you reach a damp hand from his shoulder to his forehead, your thumb soothing the line between his eyebrows.

“So serious, cariño,” you whisper, the pad of your thumb swiping upwards over and over. “You’d think you’d look happier with a naked woman in your lap.”

He cracks a smile at that, and lifts his head to nip at your wrist. “Sorry, baby,” he whispers, adjusting you in his arms, one hand plunging beneath the water and curving around your thigh. “Too busy thinking about all the things I want to do to this beautiful naked woman in my lap.”

Javier swipes his thumb across your inner thigh, the water making the touch slicker. You move your hips forward, chasing his hand, but he pulls back, moving his grip toward your knee. He uses it to haul you closer, the distance between you vanishing, and your legs inch wider, thighs pressed to either side of the tub as he curls his wrist in, thumb now swiping along your folds.

It makes your breath stutter. “Javi, I—” He’s not sure what you were going to say, but he stops you, thumb now pressed to your clit, drawing a tight circle as your body curls down over his. His other hand moves from chest up towards your neck, and he cups your cheek as your forehead falls against his.

“I told you, baby,” he murmurs, pushing his jaw forward so the words are spoken against your lips, “I couldn’t wait to get my hands on you. Been thinking about this all day.”

His cock is already stirring beneath the water, the keened breaths falling out of you and the way you keep whispering his name all it takes to have arousal rushing through his bloodstream. He keeps up the circles, the water easing his movements, and he feels your chest brush his, your peaked nipples dragging over his pecs as your hands settle in his hair, nails scraping his scalp.

“Thinking about what,” you whisper, and the huskiness in your voice makes Javier’s eyes roll back, “getting your hands on me or getting your fat cock in me?”

If there’s anything you do that drives Javier absolutely insane, it’s how filthy your mouth can get. He never would have guessed it, when you first started seeing each other, but now he’s thankful every time he has you that you can dish it as well as you can take it.

He adjusts his grip, feeling his cock harden, holding your hips between his hands and gliding you across his length. Water isn’t the best lubricant, but you’re a different kind of wet, and the glide makes his head tip back in your hands, mouth finding yours as you gasp out in pleasure.

“Always so ready for me, querida,” he murmurs, one hand slipping from your hip to your ass, delivering a quick slap that splashes water up your back. “Can I fuck you right here, baby? Please?”

He doesn’t have to keep guiding you any longer, your hips moving on their own, dragging your folds along him. You angle yourself just right, catching the tip of him at your entrance and sinking down in one fell swoop. The warmth of you makes him groan, the way your body stretches to accommodate every inch of him. Your nails dig into his scalp in the most pleasurable way, and Javier is the one gasping now, teeth sinking into his bottom lip as your hips settle on his.

“I’m the one on top,” you say, tilting your head to the side and dragging your mouth along his jaw. “Guess that means I get to fuck you.”

Any other day, and he’d let you. Any other time, and he’d let you ride him into oblivion, until every drop of water in the bath was on the floor, until you were both a spent mess against the tile. But not today. No, today he needs to fuck you.

You squeal in surprise as he curls both hands under your ass, slides his feet beneath him, and stands in the tub. Your limbs go frantic, hands scrabbling at his back and legs locking around his waist. It’s perfect, and he’s still buried inside you, the movement making him sink deeper, making your squeal end on a moan when his cock drags along that rough patch he’s become so well-acquainted with.

Javi drags his feet across the bathmat, making sure he won’t slip and drop you as he carries you out of the bathroom. Somewhere between the bathroom and bedroom, his cock slides out, making you whine, but the moment he’s over the threshold of the bedroom door, he’s pushing you against the wall, keeping you pinned with one arm and reaching between you to slip back into your drenched heat once more.

You clamp your jaw shut as he does it, a muffled moan caught behind your lips, and he starts to move, hips rolling into yours. He holds you with both hands now, fingers spread wide over each cheek, making you bounce on his cock as he thrusts up into you. Your mouth drops open again after a few more slides of his cock against that spot, your eyes fluttering shut as he keeps you pinned against the wall.

He can’t stop himself from looking down between your bodies, watching himself disappear inside you, his cock glistening with your slick. Your hands are in his hair again, pulling at the strands, tugging just like you know he likes it. “Javi, baby,” you groan out, head tipping back against the wall as he starts to fuck you harder, faster, eyes still glued to the place where you’re joined. “God, you fuck me so good.”

“Fucking right,” he grunts out, leaning forward until his forehead touches your chest. It obscures his vision slightly, replaced with the curve of your breasts, and he scrapes his teeth over the sensitive skin. He can feel it in the pit of his stomach, his own orgasm growing closer and closer with every thrust. But he can’t cum, not yet — he needs to feel you cum around him first. “Need you to cum, querida,” he grunts.

Wordlessly, you drag one hand from his hair to plunge two fingers into your mouth, giving him more than a show of your tongue dancing between your knuckles, soaking your index and middle fingers in saliva. Javier just watches, rapt as anything, as you pull them from between your lips and slip the hand between you two, starting to rub at your clit. It makes you clench down on his cock, making his vision tinge black at the edges.

He tears you away from the wall, lowering you onto the bed a moment later, grateful for the high mattress that puts you at the perfect level for him. He slams into you over and over, still watching, eyes darting from the movement of your hand against your clit, the way you throw your head back against the duvet, the thin skin of your neck practically vibrating with your pulse when he leans down to kiss it.

Javier rises up, gripping your hips, pulling you down onto his cock with every thrust of his hips against yours, and god damn it, he’s so close he can taste it. Gritting his teeth, he lowers himself again, his mouth close to your ear.

“You gonna cum for me, querida?” he croons, nipping at your earlobe. “I wanna feel that pussy squeeze me.”

That’s all it takes, apparently, because you’re seizing around him a moment later, his name tumbling from your lips on a high-pitched moan, your nails digging into the meat of his shoulders. And god, you go so tight around him that Javier can’t hold back anymore, his hips stuttering against you as his orgasm takes over, painting your insides with his spend and his face buried in your neck as it spreads through his body.

Once you’ve both had a moment to catch your breath, he pulls out of you with a wince, flopping beside you on the bed. Your lashes flutter for a few moments, and then you’re leaning over to press a soft kiss to his lips before you disappear back towards the bathroom.

Javier cleans himself up while you’re gone, pulls the sheets back on the bed and puts on a fresh pair of boxers. He’s getting into bed when you return, still stark naked, your hair now piled atop your head. He just watches as you cross to the dresser, pulling out a pair of cotton panties and stealing one of his t-shirts from his drawer.

It strikes him then, how everything just fits. You know where everything is, your things interspersed with his. Your movements are confident through the house, not tiptoed like you might disappear at any given moment. Your life is mixed with his, on this ranch you’ve decided to call home. It’s comforting, knowing that you’ve fit yourself in with him just like he has with you. It feels safe, and he hasn’t felt that for a long time.

“What are you looking at, cariño?” you ask, and the corner of Javi’s mouth quirks, both at the notion that you caught him staring, and the learned endearment falling from your lips. You circle around to your side of the bed, climbing beneath the sheets with him, and Javi gathers you into his arms, pressing his mouth to the crown of your head.

“You,” he murmurs into your hair, his body sagging with relief, the safe feeling seeping into his muscles and bones and making him feel at ease. “Always you.”

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