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afro-hispwriter · 1 year

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Girls like Girls

Tsireya x F!Na'vi!reader, Neteyam x F!Na'vi!reader, lo'ak x Tsireya

Summary- Neteyam and Lo'ak find their girlfriends in a compromised position

Warnings- Everyone is aged up!, scissoring, squirting, fingering, oral(f receiving), face riding, masturbation(male)

Wc- 2.8k

"Have you ever kissed a girl?" Tsireya asks you and you look at her in shock.

"Oh uh no, have you?" She scooted close to you and shook her head.

"No, but I would like to." She cocked her head to the side and stared at you. Your cheeks heated up.

"You have a boyfriend, I have a boyfriend."

"They don't have to know Y/n, it's just one kiss." Tsireya placed a hand on your knee and rubbed it soothingly.

"Reya I want to kiss you but this is cheating and I love Neteyam." Her shoulders dropped in slight defeat.

"I'm sorry, just forget what I said." She goes to stand up and with no hesitation, you grab her hand.

"One kiss wouldn't hurt." You chuckled and your face heated up. Reya gave you a big smile and sat down again, closer this time, knees almost touching. She was eager to kiss you, ever since you arrived in Awa'atlu she wanted to steal a kiss but always thought it would never happen since she found out about you and Neteyam. She did end up with Lo'ak but never told him of her attraction toward his friend.

She leaned towards you and placed a hand on your chest, right over your heart.

"Your heart is so fast." She giggled and you nervously chuckled.

"Sorry." She didn't respond but lifted herself on her knees to tower over you. She slid her under up to your cheek and rested it there.

"Can I kiss you?"

"Yes." She didn't waste a second as she pushed her soft lips against yours. You kissed back and melted into the kiss. She pushed her tongue out to try and push into your mouth but you didn't budge just deepened the kiss. You grabbed at the ground while Reya had thrown a leg over you to straddle you.

You couldn't deny this was making your loincloth soaked. The smacking noise of lips against lips was turning you on. You placed your hands on her waist gently and pulled her in making her gasp slightly.

Unlike Tsireya you told Neteyam of your attraction toward the Metkayina princess. You confided in him of your curiosity about women and he was always supportive of it.

"Reya." You mumbled against her lips before pulling away.

"Yes." She said out of breath. You didn't say anything, just slowly reached behind her and played with the strings of her top. She understood what you were doing and reached behind her to grab your hands. "Are you sure?"

"I've never done this with a girl but I want to do it with you, I want to see all of you." She smiled at you and sat down, almost in your lap.

"Then you." She says and slowly her top starts to come loose. "Must show me you as well." She lifted the material and threw it somewhere her breasts sat so perfectly, they were perky and beautiful. You were hesitant but slowly moved forward and wrapped your lips around a bud. Her ears immediately perked up and she squeezed her eyes shut. You pushed your tongue against the numb and her jaw slacked as you started to suck.

She reached behind you and untied your top, she tried to be as gentle as possible but you could tell she was desperate for it to be off. You heard the string rip at the top and you were suddenly bare.

Tsireya let you have your fun with her breasts just a while longer before she pushed you back harshly to the floor.

"Reya?"

"Shh just enjoy." She scooted back to lie down flat on her belly. She kissed your lower belly while toying with the strings of your loincloth. You started to breathe heavily as she kept getting closer to your middle. The stings were pulled loose and she pulled it down to pool under you.

Nobody but Neteyam has seen you like this, in this state of undress and need. Tsireya was entranced by your body and her stares were making you nervous. You tried to close your legs but she immediately stopped your legs from closing.

"Do not hide, you are beautiful." She says and turns her head to place a gentle kiss on your thigh. Tsireya took in a deep breath and closed her eyes, trying to remember everything Lo'ak has done with her to use on you.

She opened her eyes and looked at you before slowly dipping her head down. She started kissing dangerously close to your pussy before kissing the edges of your folds. You gasped and threw your head back at the touch.

"Please." You slowly wrapped your hand into her curls. Tsireya kept kissing around your lips, letting her tongue poke into the folds. "Reya." At hearing you moan her name Reya couldn't help but feel herself grow wetter. She looked down at your engorged clit and licked her lips. She then brought two fingers to your folds and pushed them through gently making you gasp.

"What do you need?" She asks and you look at her to see her smirking.

"Reya don't tease, please just use a finger or use-." You gasped as she plunged a finger inside, all the way to the knuckle. Slowly she started bumping it back and forth inside of you, curling the tip to brush against your g spot. "Oh, great mother." You forced her head down into your pussy, making her nose push against your clit.

Reya decided not to tease you anymore, she was desperate for a taste now. She wrapped her lips around your clit and gave a hard suck. Her finger moved quicker inside of you, your moans were music to her ears.

You lifted your hips against her face, rocking and rolling them around trying to find your peak. Tsireya let out a growl, a noise you thought her sweet self could never think of making but she did, it was odd but she did.

"Don't move." She warned and slammed her forearm on your hips to force you down. She pushed in another finger and continued her assault on your clit. Your slick was pooling down around you.

"Im close." You raised yourself on your elbows to get a good look at the woman in between your legs. She looked up at you, with her big blue eyes. "Fuck." Your thighs began to shake and they shut around her head. Reya curled her fingers and pushed up roughly and she was suddenly splashed with your juices. She pulled her fingers out and opened her mouth to engulf your entire pussy. She lifted her arm and you instantly started grinding and almost humping her face.

"You taste good." She says and lifted her head. You slowly let her head go and your legs fell wide open. Reya licked her lips and slowly crawled over you, tail swishing back and forth softly. She hovered over you and watched you try to catch your breath. "Would you like a taste?" You nodded.

Reya pushed her lips down on yours and pushed her tongue in your mouth. You started to regain strength and started fighting for dominance while also grabbing her hips. The more you swapped spit and moaned loudly spurred Tsireya to start moving her hips back and forth. Her clothed clit was brushed against your lower stomach with each pass. You pulled away and looked down to see her slick leak through the loincloth.

"Ride my face." You say and her eyes widen.

"I do not want to hurt you." She stopped her movements and sat down.

"I want a taste Reya please." She sat there for a few seconds, contemplating her answer.

"Okay." She says and slowly undid her loincloth to throw it somewhere. She carefully shuffled herself over your mouth and took in a deep breath before lowering herself down. You instantly stuck out your tongue and grabbed her hips to keep her there. You pulled at her clit with your teeth before sucking on the bud. She gasped loudly and fell forward, holding herself up by her arms.

You found the hole and pushed the tip inside. Reya shut her eyes tightly and moaned loudly, she reached down and grabbed your braids. Pulling harshly at the scalp. You moaned and the slight pain and squeezed her hips.

"So good." She couldn't help but start to grind her hips down on your face. Sliding her pussy along your face, brushing against your nose letting you inhale her scent. Her stomach started tightening and her movements got quicker. "Shut Y/n." She started hopping softly on your mouth. She pushed her hands up to her chest and squeezed her breasts.

The two of you were so caught up in each other, you haven't noticed the two na'vi boys who were receiving a show.

"Bro we should just go back and wait for them." Groaned Lo'ak as they trudged through the forest.

"No, they have been out here for too long." Says Neteyam as he searches for you.

"Let them do what girls do when they are alone, they're probably saying stuff they don't want us to hear." He tried to reason with his brother but Neteyam didn't answer making him groan in frustration.

They didn't walk for much when they started to hear it.

Moans?

"Neteyam come on they could be hurt." Lo'ak hit his brother in the chest and darted toward the noise. Neteyam follows his brother, the noises were getting louder, and just as they got close Lo'ak stopped just before a clearing.

"What is it?" Neteyam asks and Lo'ak chuckles now wearing a big smirk on his face.

"Look." Neteyam looks at the clearing and his eyes always fall out of his head.

"What the fuck?" He watched his girlfriend, you holding onto Tsireya's hips as she sat on your face, clearly you were eating her out.

He knew of your attractions towards women, Tsireya specifically. He was always supportive. You got together when you were young so you didn't get a chance to experiment but you loved each other too much to let the other go. So you and Neteyam promised to tell the other if you find another na'vi attractive. In your case, Neteyam said it was okay if you wanted to experiment, he was confident in the relationship.

He only asked that you would tell him. But you clearly did not.

A low growl came from Neteyams chest and he started walking toward his girlfriend and his brother's girlfriend but he was stopped.

"What are you doing?" Asks Lo'ak barely able to take his eyes off the two girls.

"To stop this."

"Whoah big bro, why- why don't we let them finish first, I mean come on you can't tell me this doesn't turn you on just a bit?" Neteyam rolled his eyes but looked again. Your thighs were closed just, something you did when you couldn't get yourself off. "I bet she's doing the stuff you've done to her on Tsireya." Lo'ak let his brother go and leaned against the tree while watching his girlfriend hop on your face while squeezing her breasts.

Tsireya fell, cheek first to the ground as she rode out her orgasm on your face. You gave a few final sucks on her clit before gently moving her off of you. She collapsed to her side trying to catch her breath.

"You're good at that." She giggles and smiles at you dazed almost.

"I just tried to remember what Neteyam has done." You licked your lips and sat up. "I want to try something." She nodded and turned to lay flat. You crawled over to her and grabbed her leg and put it over your hip. You then sat in between her legs and rested your pussy on her thigh. Tsireya caught on to your plan and her heart started racing.

"Bro, how can you not like this?" Lo'ak asks Neteyam in disbelief.

"It's cheating Lo'ak." His younger brother just rolled his eyes. The sight of two beautiful women about to get even more intimate made the bulge in his loincloth grow.

"Fuck this." Grumbled Lo'ak and he undid his cloth and let it fall, his hard cock bounced and slapped his stomach. He spit in his hand and grasped his cock.

"What the fuck!? Neteyam whisper yelled at his brother.

"I can't help it, sorry." Lo'ak shrugged and started pumping his cock up and down.

Now it was Neteyam's turn to roll his eyes, but his attention instantly went back to you. Just to see your pussys touch.

You lowered your hips and joined your pussies. Both of you let out moans, Reyas hips jerked as she was still sensitive. You grabbed onto her thigh and gave a harsh thrust, she gasped and dug her fingers into the ground.

“That feels good.” She bit her lip and threw her head back. You rolled your hips and you both let out shuddered gasps. Sticky obscene noises were coming from your cunts. They were loud, loud enough for the boys to hear.

Neteyam pushed his forehead against a tree trunk and started palming his cock. Watching you take charge was incredibly sexy. It took him back to when you were bouncing on his dick, using him for your own pleasure. He watched your breasts bounce and your jaw slack, he then looked down at your stomach to see it tensing. You were about to cum. Neteyam practically ripped his loin cloth and grabbed his cock immediately. The large mushroom head was leaking lots of pre-cum that he didn’t even have to do anything.

“Tsireya Im gonna cum.” You whined and dug your fingers into her leg. She suddenly sat up and shoved you to the ground so you sat on your ass. She grabbed your leg and collided with your pussies again making a squelching noise.

“Holy fuck.” Groaned Lo’ak and he squeezed the base of his cock before jacking off again. His breathing got harder and the fapping noise got louder. He couldn’t even help but not thrust into his hand, hips continuously jerking.

“Too much.” Tsireya moaned as she slid back and forth on the ground.

“We’re almost there. Fuck.” You leaned forward and grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her towards you to lock lips. Your tongues danced with each other, salvia swapping back and forth.

Neteyam started gasping as his knees shook and he grabbed the tree harshly. He whimpered as he saw you and Tsireya kiss, clearly about to cum. His tip was getting purple as he tried to hold off from cumming until you did.

Tsireya and you squealed and pulled away as you were suddenly splashed with your juices colliding.

Lo’ak spilled into his hand and onto the leaves below him. Neteyam was far off too, his cum shot far, creating a puddle of it. He shuddered and fell against the tree.

“We can’t talk about this.” Said Lo’ak out of breath still jerking himself off.

“A-Agreed.” Neteyam swiped his thumb over the tio making him jerk again.

You fell back, legs still entwined. You both kept rocking your cunts together, small squirts coming out with every thrust. Once you rode it out you stopped and placed a hand over your racing heart.

Your eyes grew heavy and you shut your legs. You were so tired you didn’t hear or feel Tsireya move on top of you. She kissed your neck gently before trailing up to your lips.

“Thank you.” She bit your bottom lip and pulled it. You giggled and nuzzled her cheek.

“No, thank you.” You pecked her lips before she pushed her lips completely on yours. You started to make out again when someone started clapping.

You’ve never moved faster in your life.

Tsireya jumped fat away from you and you scrambled away and brought your knees to your chest.

“That was an amazing show ladies, can I join next time?” You and Tsireya look up in fear to see Lo’ak and behind was Neteyam. He was fixing his loincloth.

Fuck

“Neteyam.” You say and he starts walking towards you, stomping almost. He seemed angry but blissed out, almost made you giggle knowing why. Lo’ak went to Tsireya and bent down in front of her, she looked at him with worry but he pressed his lips to hers. He then pulled away and licked his lips before whispering something in her ear that you couldn’t hear.

“Baby that was so sexy, wish you would tell me so I could watch from the beginning.”

Your chin was suddenly grabbed roughly and you looked up at Neteyam. He was squatting in front of you and had a hard look in the eyes. He then reached and grabbed your braids from the back and pulled you roughly towards him.

“Oh mama, you are in so much trouble.”

a/n- this is my first avatar smut lol. Let me know if you want a part and if you want to be on the taglist

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strawberrylips-1211 · 10 months

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Bittersweet

Hobie x reader

Hurt/comfort, angst

Mean hobie >:)

Sneak peak? Kind of?

warnings: bad English (not my first language mil disculpas), not proofread T^T,

based off this post.

let me know what you think so far please :)

You've been pacing around your cozy apartment, for the past hour, your mind racing, your stomach in knots. It wasn't unusual for you to stress over Hobie's absence or wellbeing, but tonight was different. You hadn't been able to contact Hobie two nights in a row, normally he would shoot you a text throughout the day letting you know he was alright and when he'd be home by, but not a word from him. Despite all the bruises and cuts that he'd sustain from his fights, he always came home to you. Though he hated consistency, you were the one thing he'd rely on, and the little routine (of you complaining bout his injuries while you fixed him up and him kissing you telling you he'd be more careful next time) he'd created with you.

The anxiety got the best of you, as you tried calling him one more time, the phone was ringing when you heard a loud thud coming from your shared bedroom. By instinct, you knew who it was, you recognized the heavy footsteps, and the loud distinctive accent as he cussed. Your heart racing and relief flooding you as you ran to the noise. Though the lights were off Hobie's outline was clear from the moonlight shining through the open window, he was slightly hunched, hand over his stomach as he glanced at you. He rolled his eyes, 'i don't have the energy for this'. He didn't have the energy to explain the mess he got himself into.

“Hobie? babe?" No response, there's only shuffling and grunting heard from him moving to the bed, "are you alright? I was so- " you turn on the light, stopping midway as soon as you registered his current state. Your eyes scanning his full body. He had a black eye, a busted lip, his knuckles bruised and it was impossible to miss the large open wound across his abdomen with blood soaking his suit.

He was beaten and bloodied, it always pained you when you saw him hurt, but it was never like this. He cut you off before you could even speak again, " I know what you're gonna say, but just let me handle it, yeah? Its nothin." You had so many question, to say you're shocked is an understatement. He's clearly in pain, what did he mean 'nothing'.

"Hobart Brown, this is clearly not nothing. What happened?," you questioned him but again not a peep from him, your tone sounding a bit harsher than you meant for, your worry was slowly turning into something else once you heard his words.

You sighed as you walked to the bathroom to grab your first aid kit, " Here let me grab the kit," but Hobie stood up from his spot and stopped you, "I said its nothing, just drop it." He hissed.

his head was pounding and his body was aching all over, he knew how much you worried, but he couldn't be bothered by anything at this point. He just wanted to get himself cleaned up and sleep. He really didn't want to hear any of your nagging tonight.

"DROP IT?? Hobs look at you, you're in no condition to do this yourself, What happened to you?" You asked looking up at him, once again scanning his face, he sighed out of frustration, "look I'll tell ya tomorrow." He brushed past you, now beginning to remove his jacket and studded bracelets. Your frustration also growing with his every word, you stayed up all night waiting for him, all you want to do is help.

"No, you're letting me help you, you not even answering my questions properly. I want to know where my boyfriend has been these past two days, I want to know why you're sitting here with all these cuts, Hob-" before you could finish, he stood up and grabbed both your wrists in his hands, "JUST SHUT UP AND LEAVE ME ALONE, WILL YA? I said I don’t need your bloody help." He yelled, his pretty face contorted in anger. It was accident, he was just fed up with everything, he was exhausted and your constant questioning wasn't helping. He never yelled at you before, no matter the situation he's always been understanding and sweet towards you.

You were shocked, and though you hated to admit it, scared of him. You couldn't do anything, but just stare at him wide eyed, you whimpered a little from his volume and how strong his hold was. He'd truly scared you.

Even he was surprised at his own outburst. As soon as he saw your expression, he was slightly brought back to reality, "Tch, I ain't got time for this." He sighed as he let go of you. Guilt slowly creeping through, he really didn’t mean it, but didn’t apologize for it right away, he simply continued prepping to clean his gashes.

You stood there for a bit, so many emotions coursing through you in that split second. You collected yourself quickly and left the bathroom, slamming the door behind you. Angry tears running down your face. You mumbled to yourself to keep yourself from completely bursting at the seams, 'Fine, asshole. Be like that then.' You grabbed your stuff and made your way to the room. No way were you going to be in the same room as him.

Should I continue this??

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svltth · 2 months

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Get out the car.

Tom era: braids/09

Category: angst, little fluff

You and Tom got into a car augment on the way home from a club,tom ends up snapping.

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"I didn't flirt with him, he tried to hit on me and I said I have a boyfriend!" Y/n looked at him with disbelief that he was actually accusing her of flirting with other guys.

"Bullshit!" He yelled gripping tightly onto the leather of the stirring wheel as he sped up slightly.

"TELL ME WHAT I WAS DOING THAT MADE IT LOOK LIKE I WAS FLIRTING EITH HIM!" Y/n was now getting pissed off that he didn't believe her.

"YOU WERE LAUGHING WITH HIM!" Tom shouted matching her tone while not taking his eyes off the road.

Y/n scoffed at his answer. "I was laughing AT him because he said he's better looking than you and that I should leave you to go with him! Now I think I should have gone with him!" Y/n shouted knowing she shouldn't have said the last bit but It just slipped out and to be honest she didn't care at that moment.

Tom pulled over coming to a sudden stop. "Get out the car!" He shouted unlocking the doors as he stared at her.

"What?!" Y/n said making sure she had heard him correctly.

"I said get out the fucking car" Tom lowered his tone as he clenched his jaw.

"Tom it's pissing it down I'm not getting out!" Y/n protested.

"Get out the god damn car!!" Tom yelled loosing his patience. Y/n didn't say anything thing else. She grabbed her leather jacket getting out the car and slamming the door shut, watching him drive off as she put on her jacket beginning to walk. Her hair was instantly soaked as well as her clothes.

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Toms POV:

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I knew I shouldn't have made her get out the car into the cold rain in only a short dress and jacket but I was so annoyed with her, though it wasn't her fault it was mine for jumping to conclusions. I was stupid for thinking she was flirting with that guy. But just the thought of someone else laying their hands in her or even just laughing with her makes me want the rip their worthless little head off.

I know I can get jealous at times but I just don't want to get hurt again. Y/n wouldn't do that though.

I pulled into the driveway and parked the car. I opened the front door and sat down on the couch thinking of how much of an asshole I was. An hour had passed and she still wasn't home, I had rang her multiple times each time it was declined. I had fucked up.

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Y/n opened the door to Tom and hers house. She was met with the sight of him sat on the couch his head in his hands. Tom quickly stud up once he heard the door open.

"What took you so long I was worried sick" he said slowly walking over to f to he sight in front of him, she was soaked to the bone her arms wrapped round her body failing to keep her warm and makeup smudged round her face.

"I got lost" y/n simply said as she made her way upstairs to the shower.

"Y/n I'm so sorry I just got jealous I didn't mean anything I said" Tom said desperately as he followed her up the stairs.

"Leave it Tom I'm sleeping on the couch tonight" she said shutting the bathroom door on him. Tom just stood there, tears threatening to leave his eyes.

Y/n got into some warm pjs, grabbed two spare blankets and some pillows and made her way to the couch down stairs. Tom was lying awake in their bed unable to sleep with her not there next to him.

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Y/n's POV:

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It was around 3:30 am and I was unable to sleep. I had too many thoughts buzzing round in my head. No matter what I tried I just couldn't seem to get to sleep.

I heard Tom creep downstairs so I pretended to be asleep. I could tell he was looking at me, I suddenly felt him get under the blanket next to me. His arms snaked loosely around my waist.

I was too tired to tell him to move and plus I felt safe with him close to me, I know we had just had an argument but I just wanted to be close to him so I turned to face him pushing my face into his chest as I felt his arms tighten around me as he pulled me closer nuzzling his face into my hair.

"I so sorry y/n, I love you" he whispered into my hair his voice barely audible.

"I love you too" I mumbled into his chest as I hugged him tighter.

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haunted-headset · 6 months

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Ok so hear me out

Wilbur and Y/n arguing.

Then y/n wanted to k!ll herself but..

Guess what Wilbur did...

He moved the knife away and kisses her...

💔 There’s a Reason London Puts Barriers on the Tube Line 💔

Summary: You & Wilbur have a massive argument & all of your su!c!dal thoughts came back, so you ran to Jubilee Line to do your deed. What you forgot is that Wilbur can track your phone.

A/N: Hello! Tysm for the ask! I changed the story up a bit so that the reader doesn't use a knife since knives kinda trigger me :/

word count: 796

proofread: nope

tags: @vibestillaxxx@joviepog@ax-y10@themonsterunderurmom @wilburstan@smolsleepykitten@funnyreally2009@crows-death@dykepunz@aresriiots@0miamor0 @cathers-world@defonotval@chipch0p@mazzistar16@unmellowyellowfellow@justalittlebitofchaos@thosecolorfulsheets@vopix@taylors-version-from-the-vault@aine-lasagna@merianakross@veeislost@urfav-sapphic-siren@shazbaz58-blog @wifiatthetrainstation@mcr-pr-fob@shd454@universe-friday@rqvii@idioticion@m0thza (let me know if u don't or do wanna be tagged!!)

warnings/cw: the reader has su!c!dal thoughts, two attempted su!c!des, mentions of an overdose, arguing/yelling, swearing

This was the worst argument you'd ever had with him in your three years of dating him, & it made your head hurt & your chest feel tight. You had attempted to kill yourself two days ago by overdosing on your anti-depressants.

"What the hell were you thinking?!" Wilbur shouted. "Are you fucking stupid, Y/N?! You could've seriously hurt yourself!"

"That's the point!" You shouted back. "That's why I did it! & I already told you I didn’t want to talk about it, yet you kept insisting!"

“That’s because I fucking care about you!” Wilbur yelled. His fists were balled & his eyes, like yours, were bloodshot.

"Well, did I ask for you to care about me?” you cried.

He let out a loud groan of anger & pinched the bridge of his nose. "God, I fucking hate you."

Your eyes widened in shock. He'd gotten angry at you before, of course, but he'd never said that he hated you before. "You don’t mean that," you murmured as more tears rolled down your damp cheeks.

"Right now, I do," he said icily. "More than anything in the world.”

You glared at him. "More than the I love yous?”

His eyes met yours & his expression softened slightly. “…You’re being unfair."

"How the hell am I being unfair?!" you exclaimed. "You're being the unfair & shitty one here! Instead of asking me if I'm alright, you just--you just get mad at me! & when I say I don't want to talk, you keep pressing & pressing & pressing!"

"It's not my fault nor my problem that you're a depressed bitch who doesn't do anything to try & improve their mental state!" he yelled.

With burning tears in your eyes, you started to tie your shoes. Wilbur sighed & said, "No, please don't leave, I-"

"Just shut up," you snapped before you walked out, slamming the door behind you. You started to walk through the rain to Jubilee Line, which would take about forty minutes. You stepped in a few puddles on your way, which drenched your shoes & legs, & you forgot to grab a hoodie, so your entire body was soaked in rainwater.

When you finally arrived, tears rolled down your cheeks & mixed with raindrops as you remembered the song that Wilbur had written a year or two ago. He was rambling on & on about how crappy the mental health was in London & how the city was doing nothing to help their citizens, & how he'd see people kill themselves on Jubilee Line & nobody would say anything or try to stop them, & instead of trying to help the people by improving their mental health services, the city just built barriers on the tube, & the barriers didn't really do anything. & you told him that he should write a song about that. Within an hour, he'd written a song about it, & for the majority of that hour, he would tell you how much he loved you & how creative you were.

You walked up to the barriers & saw that the next train was arriving in five minutes. You kicked with all of your might on the glass until the glass broke. You smiled sadly. The barriers, like Wilbur had said, were shit.

You took a deep breath & held back your tears. You took a step forward.

You were about to fall onto the tracks.

This was it.

It would finally work.

You heard a familiar voice scream your name from behind you.

& then somebody pulled you back & hugged you. It was a sobbing Wilbur.

"L-love, I don't ever want you to die, please...don't die..." he said between his sobs. "I-I'm sorry for yelling, I'm sorry for hurting you, I didn't mean it, I didn't mean a fucking word, I don't hate you, I never would, darling..."

You pressed your face into his chest & sobbed with him as you both murmured apologies to each other. He pulled you away from his chest only to pepper kisses all over your wet face.

"Please, don't go...I just need to feel your arms around me, mon amour, that's all I've ever wanted," he cried. "I don't want to lose you."

"I'm sorry," you whimpered. "I'm sorry for-"

He cut you off with a kiss. When he pulled away, he cupped your face & said, "You have nothing to be sorry for, Y/N. You're the one who's struggling & I didn't even think about that, & I was such a dickhead to you."

"So you don't hate me?" you said with a sniffle as he wiped your cheeks.

"I would never hate you," he whispered. "C'mon, let's go home. I think there's a lot that we need to talk about."

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heartshapedmisery · 7 months

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day two! ⇢ roleplay with jonathan crane

warnings! ⇢ MINORS DNI 18+ | jonathan crane x fem!reader, fingering, quickie, doctor/patient roleplay, dacryphilia, semi-public sex, 'doctor' k!nk, creampie, unprotected p in v sex, lmk if I missed anything!

notes! ⇢ AHHHHHHHH had a lot of fun with this one 🤭 sorry if this is a little rushed, been busy lately. next post is scheduled for tomorrow!

"What if someone walks in?" you breathed, your fingers grasping at the lapel of his blazer as he laid you down on the stiff leather couch, moving to settle his hips into the space between your legs.

"Shh," he cooed, brushing a piece of your hair behind your ear. His fingers were cold against your warm skin, sending chills down your spine as they moved down to tug your skirt up over your hips. "Don't worry, baby. Just missed you so much, need to feel you."

You were in his office. After hours, of course. He had stayed later than normal to file some reports, so you decided to surprise him with your presence just after he saw his last patient of the day. But, you never expected him to be this needy.

"Been thinking about you all day," he whispered as his lips attacked your neck, his hands roaming all the way down your body—making you shudder. "How your sweet little pussy would feel wrapped around my cock."

"Please, Dr. Crane," you moaned with a sly grin, grinding your hips against his to get some sort of friction. You watched his eyes as they darkened, a wild smirk cracking across his lips at the name. "Need you to help me."

"Oh, yeah? Show me what hurts, baby," he played along, his eyes trailing after your hand as it slipped down to the spot between your legs.

"Need you here," you breathed, your fingertips grazing your clothed core. His piercing blue eyes made you feel vulnerable as he drank you in, but you couldn't get enough of it.

Excitement buzzed in your chest as his hand moved between the two of you, unzipping his pants and tugging himself out of his boxers. Carefully, he moved your panties over to the side swiftly, before aligning his tip with your entrance.

"Don't worry. Gonna make you all better, sweetheart," he sank into you with one fluid thrust, his hips becoming flush with yours as strained moans ripped from your chests in unison. He felt so deep inside of you, stretching your walls so sweetly you couldn't help but clench around him.

"Fuck!" you praised, your hands climbing up his back to pull him closer to you as your head fell back against the armrest. "Please, Dr. Crane!"

His hips stuttered at your words as they developed their own rythym thrusting in and out of you, your legs interlocked around his hips to keep him from pulling too far out.

"Fuck, you're so tight," he grunted into your neck, peppering sweet kisses along your skin in the process. "Just what I needed."

You didn't notice his hand moving between the two of you until you felt his fingers brush with your clit, rubbing the sensitive bud as he continued to fuck you. The euphoric feeling made you ecstatic, your eyes rolling back as you got lost in your own pleasure.

"Yeah, you like that, don't you?" he praised, moving faster as he brought his lips to yours to silence your wanton moans.

He was sure nobody would walk in on the two of you since there was an unwritten rule in the department of not disturbing him when his door was shut, but he didn't want to give anyone ideas of what exactly you were getting up to in his office.

"Shh, baby," he cooed in your ear, his thrusts getting harder and deeper as you soaked his cock. His free hand moved to cover your mouth, replacing his lips to silence your uncontrollable whimpers. "Can't have my whole department knowing how good I fuck you, hm? Don't know how much they'd appreciate one of their doctors fucking his patient."

You shook your head, barely able to make out his words as your arousal fogged your mind. You could hardly think straight as he pounded into you, and his fingers rubbed imperfect figure eights on your clit. It was all becoming too much, the familiar coil in your stomach tightening as you could feel him bringing you closer to your climax. But he didn't let up, if anything his pace quickened as he felt you nearing your orgasm.

"You gonna come for me, baby? Gonna come on this cock?" he said through gritted teeth, pounding into you between his words for emphasis. He was making your head spin, tears beginning to well in your eyes and spilling down your cheeks.

"Yes, Fuck!" you whimpered when he finally uncupped his hand from your mouth. "Feels so good, Dr. Crane."

Your body felt limp as you writhed under him, so close to your high that you could barely speak. His brows tugged together as he noticed your tears, his lips moving to kiss them away from your cheeks. "Don't cry, baby. Just tryna help you feel better."

Your back arched off the couch and into him, your arm slinging around his neck to keep his chest close to yours. You weren't going to last much longer, and by the feeling of his hips slowing from their rapid pace, he wasn't either.

"Let go, baby," he purred, unraveling your clouded thoughts as your body listened to him, a sense of euphoria spreading throughout your body like wildfire. Your orgasm hit you hard, your legs shaking around his waist as he got in a few more deep thrusts before stilling his hips.

A strangled groan ripped from his throat as he came deep inside of you, filling your already-soaked cunt as his eyes screwed shut, his orgasm rolling over him.

"Atta girl," he praised, placing a quick kiss to your jaw once he gathered himself again. His seed was warm and dull inside of you, the feeling alone sending chills across your body as you felt him begin to pull out. His eyes fell to your entrance as he watched the head of his length fall out of you, only a few seconds passing until he saw his release ooze out of your cunt.

The look on his face was dark but devious, a small smirk evident on his lips. "Christ, baby. Never getting tired of this cunt, might need to do that again." His lips trailed up your jaw and neck before stopping right next to your ear, his voice low and sultry. "Doctor's orders."

#jonathan crane #scarecrow #cillian murphy #cillian murphy smut #jonathan crane smut #batman begins #kinktober #kinktober2023 #scarlet was here!#scar's drabbles

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tokoyamisstuff · 7 months

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Punchline pt. 1/3 - Buggy / Reader

Ch. 1 : Setup

Synopsis: Buggy is devastated that his s/o can't remember him.

Warnings: Slight Angst, Mentions of Blood and Injury, Some Cussing, Reader is so oblivious it physically hurts to watch

Tags: F!Reader, Hurt/Comfort, Miscommunication, Canon Divergence, Happy Ending, Not Proofread

Disclaimer: Guys I'm not rly into the lore of OP but I got a bad case of brainrot for the LA characters.

Sincerely sorry in case anything seems a lil' OOC or AU!

"Get. Out."

Buggy's voice may appear calm on the outside, yet it was low and laced with an unspoken threat. His words directed to the crew medic that was currently standing in the doorframe of the captains lair, not daring to move an inch.

And yet he wouldn't leave, instead gulping nervously as Buggy's icy glare kept him rooted on spot. To get a glimpse of the unconscious body in the back of the cabin, he dared breaking eye contact and peeking over his captain's shoulder - much to the displeasure of the latter.

"B-But boss" the man managed to wring out, stuttering in negative anticipation of the consequences. "You haven't let anyone close to her since the...incident. I-I really need to re-examine her wounds-"

"Do not make me repeat myself!" the clown sharpy cut off his subordinate, absentmindedly moving the daggers in his hands to soothe his nerves. "You better be grateful that you're of use to me." No, her, he corrected himself mentally, "Otherwise you'd be dead meat already. Now get lost."

As soon as the heavy wooden door shut, Buggy sent one of his daggers to pierce the place his crewmate had just occupated. How ironic he thought - a few years prior someone daring to talk back to him would've gotten pierced with no hesitation.

It was no news that Buggy had gotten softer ever since you stumbled into his life, and he still didn't know if it was for better or worse.

Anyways, his crewmates started to notice the subtle changes in their once feared - and loathed - captain.

Not that it mattered right now. As long as your life was still on the line, he couldn't care less about his reputation.

The man let out a deep, aggravated sigh before turning on that damn uncomfortable stool to face you again. Godfuckingdamnit, he never realized what a drunk he had become until he actually had to stay sober for your sake.

It had been three weeks already, and still no sign of recovery. You were still unconscious - no wonder, with injuries that heavy it was a miracle that you were even alive. And all this time Buggy refused to leave your side even for one second, watching you like a feral guard dog.

Not even his most loyal men had seen him this devastated before.

Right now you were staining the sheets of Buggy's bed with your own blood, having soaked through the bandages again. Nothing your lover couldn't fix though - he'd be damned if he weren't able to take proper care of you himself!

After all, he had once promised to give you the world.

And even when you humbly declined this great announcement of his back then, Buggy had already long since decided that you deserved nothing less.

In fact - though he would never openly say it aloud - you might be the only thing he held higher than himself.

Those kinds of sentiments were new to him and certainly didn't come easy either, but underneath it all he cared so deeply for you that it frightened him sometimes...

...exactly because of moments like those that leave him all helpless.

The very same man that sacrificed even his own men if it meant he could get away unharmed now wished to take this pain on your stead. Hell, even all of his riches he would gladly cast away if it meant seeing you smile again.

Instead he was left only being able to watch you suffer, maybe crack a joke or two in hope you might in fact hear him somehow.

"Now wake up, would you...this ain't funny" he muttered under a shaky breath, his hand lingering on your cheek for a bit longer after having placed a wet cloth on your forehead.

Maybe the sobriety made him clear-headed for a change, or it was the simple fact that you were alone, and therefore he could drop his usual facade.

Whatever it was, it urged him to speak from the heart.

"Shit, Y/N, I almost lost you there..." The man buried his face in his hands, voice cracking as he remembered how bravely you shielded him with your own body, saving him from a possibly lethal attack. "That shit could've cost you your life! And for what? Saving someone like me?! Quit joking!"

Well, truth be spoken, from his point of view this whole relationship was ridiculous from the very start - a joke without punchline, some might say.

Nonetheless, even though he had yet to understand how he of all people ended up so lucky, he wouldn't change it for the world.

For a moment he was contemplating whether to lie down next to you - and honestly, the temptation to cradle you in his arms was far too great to put into words - yet he refrained from doing so. You needed space either way, and he felt somewhat undeserving of your closeness after he had failed to protect you, after all.

"Of course he could lie down next to you - and in all honesty the temptation to cradle you in his arms was more like a need to him - but he refrained from doing so. You needed space either way, and he felt undeserving of your closeness after he had failed to protect you.

"You just wait, I'll become even flashier for your sake!" he promised with a determination, almost like newfound purpose. "Something like this won't happen again, promise!"

Squeezing your hands ever so slightly, he placed a kiss on your knuckles before wrapping the blanket to cover you completely. "I may be an egoistical, worthless scumbag but I'd do anything for you! Just get well, that's all I ask."

It was already way past midnight, and Buggy was still sitting on the chair next to your bedside, his face buried in the mattress as he collapsed due to exhaustion...

...yet he jolted up as soon as he felt you move.

Your face was contorting in pain as you stirred on the bed, basically your whole body aching - and the hammering sensation in your forehead was the worst of it all.

"Heya, Honey!" A way too enthusiastic voice exclaimed, "Was about time you woke up."

Due to your ears still ringing you could barely understand, all you gathered from the sound was that you were not alone in this almost completely dark room.

Panic began to rise in your chest because when the pain finally ebbed away, it made room for you to realize the complete void in your mind.

Where- no, who are you?!

Almost violently casting away the sheet you were tangled in, you frantically scanned your brain for some kind of hint, any memory at all, no matter how trivial...

...yet were left with noting but a vast emptiness.

"Hey! Heyheyheyheyhey!" That apparently male voice again, cutting your pondering out just before you hyperventillated yourself into collapsing. "You're having a panic attack or something?"

"Shh" the unfamiliar voice started to hush you - his tone mixed with an emotion you couldn't quite decipher - yet very obviously overchallenged with soothing someone. "It's alright, don't overdo it. You just woke up."

That person gently grabbed the sides of your shoulders, guiding you back to lie down again. You were too weak to struggle against that foreign touch either way...

...but there was also such a great and genuine concern present in his tone, that this stranger did seem to miraculously calm you down to some extent.

No matter who this man was, it seemed that he was really worried for your wellbeing.

From what you could assess already, at least it seemed like you were in a safe place, and with someone who nurses your injured self back to health at that...

...however, ultimatively that false impression of safety would quickly disappear as soon as you opened your eyes.

Blinking heavily so your sight would adapt to the almost nonexistent light source of the room, the blurred outline of a person would finally become more detailed - and what you then saw made your blood run cold.

His usual trademark grin appeared as a menacing gnarl to you, unknowingly making your fear even worse as he suddenly watched your face becoming drained of any colour.

"What the fuck-!" you screeched at this sight of a literal horror clown, reaching out to get you like straight out of a nightmare. Immediately shuffling away from him, you fell over the edge of the bed just to be caught into his very arms again.

"Dear, are you alri-"

"Leave me alone!" you then screamed, lashing out at the man while starting to sob uncontrollably.

"What the hell is wrong with you?!" Buggy would now snap back at you - admittedly not the best way to deal with the situation.

You yelled and cursed and cried as the man struggled to keep you trapped in his embrace, in a naive hope that you'd calm down and then maybe talk about whatever in the world had gotten into you - but to no avail as it seemed, since with every second passing you only got more hysterical.

"I'm starting to get angry, dollface" the killer clown chuckled darkly, a little out of breath at least, since you could still put up quite a fight. "Don't make me use my powers on you!"

Damn, sometimes he forgot that even while appearing all frail and innocent, you could pack a proper punch- and he got a harsh reminder of it as soon as your fist hit the bottom of his chin.

"Heh, feisty little thing. Now that's my girl!" He laughed, relieved to see you being so lively again - yet his insane, dark chuckle had the exact opposite effect he was hoping for. He wiped the blood from his bottom lip, the red liquid mixing with the make-up around his mouth. "Well, I warned ya."

If you thought to be at your lowest before, you surely didn't anticipate the man in front of you to just casually detach both his hands as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

"M-Monster!" you shrieked as the gloved hands started flying to your direction, pausing for a sheer second as the word that fell from your lip made his chest narrow.

"Don't to-ouch me, you freak!" Ouch. That one hurt more than he cared to admit, so he covered it up by acting all confident and amused. "Takes one to know one, love."

Still, Buggy refused to believe that he or his presence might be responsible for this mess. He might've done a ton of mistakes in his life, but he was proud to call you one of the - if not the best - things he ever did right!

You must've hit your head really badly to act like this.

"It's only for your own good, sweetheart." Why the hell was that asshole calling you those names? To degrade you? To show you he doesn't take you serious?

No use in brooding about something so trivial as the most apparent threat were his hands. They were way too fast anyways, so you unsucessfully warded them off. Your wrists got pinned behind your back, tugging on you to lie on the bare floor, incapable to move.

"If you keep moving so recklessly your wounds will reopen, dear." You furrowed your brows together in confusion, eyeing the figure approaching you varily. "Look, I'll explain everything okay? Just calm down and let me help you. Stop making it harder than it has to be."

Never.

Trying to make any sense out of this situation left you with the only logical explanation: This...person right there was a pirate who - for whatever reason - had kidnapped and abused you to this point.

No matter how you ended up here, you needed to flee and get help, the sooner the better!

With every firm step of his towards you your alarm bells rang louder and louder, but your body was still weak and you had a disadvantage in both power and knowledge of your surroundings.

So you saved up your last ounce of strenght for one last, desperate attack.

"C'mon" he now said with a way more tender voice, and admittedly it was almost alluring in it's sound, weirdly enough pulling on your heartstrings. "Let's get you back to bed, should we? I swear upon the little honor I have, I'd never hurt you."

Liar.

"Fuck you!" you then roared just when he had crouched down in front of you, the force of your kick having sent him a good distance away and into the next best wall.

It took everything to not faint right then and there, but no matter who you were before all this, it seemed like you were no ordinary human either. So you went even beyond those limits and forced your legs to keep going...

...but not without shooting one last, derogatory and disgusted look towards your tormentor.

Buggy reached out of the collapsed wall with a shaky hand, your attack having kicked all air out of his lungs. He mutely called your name in between coughs and almost-sobs, still worried and wanting to plead for you to stay...

...but then you silenced him with a sentence that will be carved into his heart forever:

"Better not chase me, you ugly freak."

Maybe this was the punchline to the cruel joke that was your relationship after all.

[Next Chapter]

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allmoshnobrain · 2 months

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𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

dave mustaine x nore burton (oc) | word count: 1514

✦ on this fic: NSFW!!!, dave mustaine x female!oc, oc is cliff burton's cousin, +18, language, romance, mxf sex, period sex (in the shower), unprotected sex, blood mention, period pains

✦ a/n: this is just Dave showering Nore with affection because I missed writing about these two in a happier setting. From my Heartbreaker fanfic. This is set somewhere between parts 16 and 17. Hope you enjoy the read ❤

I could tell right off the bat that something wasn't right when I cracked open my eyes.

For starters, it was way too dark for morning. A dull, gray light sneaked through the curtains, barely lighting up the room. Just enough for me to make out the shape of the living room door. I rolled over with a groan, and that's when it hit me: a stabbing pain in my gut, and a warm, sticky feeling between my legs.

"Oh, crap," I moaned, burying my face in the pillow as a sharp pain shot from my gut down to my legs, making me curl up tighter. As much as I wanted to cocoon myself in blankets, I knew I had to get up if I wanted any relief. With a heavy sigh, I dragged myself out of bed, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes and trudging to the bathroom.

Flicking on the light, I shut the door behind me, letting out a frustrated groan when I spotted the bloodstain seeping through my underwear. I plopped down on the toilet, wincing as another wave of pain hit me. I knew a hot shower and some meds would help, but right now, I could barely move, my eyes drooping with exhaustion as the pain pulsed through me.

I jumped when I heard a knock on the door.

"Nore? You alright?" Dave's voice floated through, followed by a big yawn.

"I'm good," I mumbled, but my voice sounded weaker than I'd hoped. "Sorry for waking you."

"You sure you're okay?" His concern was palpable, snapping him awake instantly.

"Yeah, it's just... Ow," I winced as another contraction hit hard. That seemed to do it for Dave; he swung the door open and barged in, eyes wide as he scanned the bathroom. I flushed with embarrassment. "Dave!"

"Oh," he whispered, catching on as he saw me doubled over in pain on the toilet, my clothes in a messy heap on the floor, stained with blood. "I'm sorry, babe. You sounded like you were really hurting."

"I am hurting. But you didn't have to bust in here," I muttered, my face still red hot in embarrassment. He let out a soft chuckle.

"Have you taken anything for it? Want me to grab you some clean PJs? And socks, to warm your feet. You said that helps with cramps, right?" he asked, instantly slipping into caretaker mode, which made me smile.

"I'd rather you let me clean up and hit the shower first. But yeah, fresh PJs and painkillers would be great."

"Got it. I'll be quick. Don't move," he instructed, ducking out of the bathroom and shutting the door behind him. I let out a soft chuckle. Like I could go anywhere in this state. With a sigh, I got myself up, flushed the toilet, and stepped into the shower.

I leaned back, soaking up the steamy water as it washed over me, easing some of the pain pulsing from my belly. A shower, some meds, fresh clothes, and back to bed, preferably snuggled up with my boyfriend. Seemed like the perfect game plan for that early morning.

I cracked an eye open when I heard Dave tiptoeing back in.

"Brought you clean PJs, pain pills, and your towel," he announced, poking his head into the shower. I smiled softly, thankfully. "Want me to hop in?" he offered.

"What, you wanna join me?" I raised an eyebrow, and he shot back a cheeky grin. Without a word, he stripped down, and I couldn't help but giggle as he pulled me close, peppering my face with kisses – on my lips, my cheeks, my forehead.

"You know what I heard? Orgasms supposedly help with cramps," he whispered in my ear, and I could feel my cheeks heating up.

"Dave, I'm..." I started, but my words trailed off into a sigh as his fingers found their way to my clit. "D-Dave, I'm bleeding, we're gonna make a mess..."

"It's all good if we’re in the shower, right?" he countered, his voice low and husky, his breath warm against my neck. I let out a soft moan as he began to circle my clit, his other hand holding onto my lower back, pulling me closer as I tangled my fingers in his hair. His lips pressed against the sensitive skin of my neck, a slow and deliberate kiss that sent shivers down my spine. "Let me take care of you, babe…”

"Dave..." I breathed out, not in protest this time, but in pure pleasure as I surrendered to the warmth of his touch. The heat from the water and his body was soothing, mingling with the tension building in my abdomen as he traced slow circles around my clit. A moan escaped me as I felt a slow contraction, but this time it wasn't from pain; my breath hitched as his lips descended to my breasts, taking one of my nipples between his lips, teasing me with his slow movements. I let out a surprised gasp as he lifted one of my legs, pulling me closer as he entered me slowly. "Dave, I'm… I’m too sensitive today..."

"I'll take it slow," he whispered, and I let out a low moan as he drew me in closer, fully inside me, filling me up in a way that made me clench around him. He groaned softly, his lips meeting mine as he started to move with a gentle rhythm, his tongue exploring my mouth lazily. I wrapped my arms around his neck, letting out soft moans. "I just wanna make you feel good," he murmured against my lips, and I gasped as he pushed back in slowly. "Wanna make you cum for me."

"Oh, Dave..." I moaned, nuzzling into his neck. He grunted, holding me against the wall and lifting my other leg, wrapping it around his hip, pulling me closer, pushing deeper into me. I gripped his back, the pain ebbing away as pleasure took over, coiling tighter and tighter in my belly, my body begging for more. "Dave, please..."

"Hmm?" he murmured, a smirk playing on his lips as he started to move again, drawing out another soft moan from me. "What do you need?"

"Please... Oh, harder..." I begged, and he chuckled softly, a hint of breathlessness in his voice.

"Are you sure it won't make the pain worse?" he husked, his voice thick with desire, and I nodded. "If it's too much, you gotta tell me, okay?"

"Okay... Oh, fuck!" I gasped as he pushed harder, picking up the pace, sending waves of pleasure coursing through me. He chuckled softly, letting out a groan as he held me close. "Dave, I'm... I'm almost there..."

"I feel it. You're so tight..." he groaned, clutching me tighter, his words igniting small sparks inside my belly. "Fuck, Nore, you're perfect, you’re so wet, oh, shit..." I could tell he was close too, his movements growing more urgent as incoherent praises left his lips.

I moaned as he reached down to touch my clit, sending shivers down my spine. He grunted, intensifying his thrusts, and I held onto him, my eyes shut tight as pleasure surged through me. Dave squeezed me close as my climax hit, and he groaned as he reached his own peak.

Breathing heavily, I leaned against him as he set me down, blushing at the sight of the mess between us, a mix of blood and fluids.

"Oh, no," I muttered, cheeks burning. "Dave, I’m sorry..."

"Sorry? You just made me cum and now you're saying sorry?" he replied, sounding amused, and I chuckled, shaking my head.

"I meant for the mess," I clarified, and Dave laughed.

"Babe, we make messes every time we fuck, period or not. It's just blood. C'mere, I'll help you clean up."

After our shower, I got dressed, grateful for the fresh clothes, and popped one of the painkillers Dave brought, even though the cramps had eased a lot. Turns out, orgasms really did work wonders for period pains.

Snuggling under the blanket, I sighed happily as we lay down. Dave pulled me close, and I nestled my head on his chest.

"Feeling any better?" he whispered, running his fingers through my hair.

"Yeah, I am. Thanks, Dave," I mumbled, yawning. The room was getting brighter with the sunlight, but it was still too early to think about anything other than getting some more sleep in our comfy bed. Dave planted a soft kiss on my forehead.

"When we wake up, I'll whip up some hot chocolate for you. How's that sound?" he offered, and I let out a soft chuckle.

"You're spoiling me," I murmured, and he laughed.

"Of course I am. You're my everything," he replied, and I smiled, feeling sleep pulling me under. He held me close, his breath warm against my neck. "Love you, Nore."

"Hmm... Love you too," I whispered, feeling myself drift off.

I sighed happily, letting Dave's arms wrap around me as I surrendered to sleep, feeling safe and warm, knowing that happiness was right there: with him.

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sc0tters · 9 months

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Better Off Apart | Luke Hughes

summary: the long awaited day has finally come! Luke is in New York and the Devils are set to play the islanders, but now a third person as slotted themselves into your love equation.

request: yes/no

warnings: this became a bit of a sad chapter, Luke is a boy who doesn’t know how to process his emotions, Mat gets jealous and also doesn’t know how to handle that. The reader is finally in a position where she’s reader to move on.

word count: 1.76k

authors note: I wrote this in an hour I was so excited. I saw that in some requests you guys actually wanted the mc of this to get with a player from the team but I sort of put my twist on that. The rest of the full length chapters for this story have been planned out but I think it could be cool doing a few blurbs for these two, so if you want to see anything in those let me know!

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It had been circled in red pen.

The date on your calendar had been marked the moment you got the NHL calendar announcement.

It was the date that you had been counting the sleeps down to like a child counting down the sleeps till Christmas.

It was the date that you felt so excited for but were also so nervous for that you wanted to go to the top of the Empire State Building and scream.

It's the date that the Devils were coming to town to play the Islanders.

It's the date that you were going to finally see Luke again.

You knew that you shouldn't have been excited, shouldn't have let your grow full and your palms grow sweaty at the thought of seeing him again.

All of your efforts to forget about him were now nonexistent as you spent moments every day staring at his social media's.

After a drunk night out with friends you unblocked and unrestricted everything that had to do with him, when you woke up much more sober you simply couldn't find it in your heart to or in your head to shut him out anyone.

A few nights ago whilst being sat in front of the tv with a meal from your favourite restaurant, you did something you never thought you would.

You wrote Luke a letter.

Just like you had for each of his teammates.

So you sat and you wrote, making sure to mention everything from how you felt to why you left. Writing that letter was better than any type of therapist as it had brought up things that you had seemed to compartmentalise. There were seven different editions of this letter.

The first two had to be rewritten because you zoned out and came back to see that your tears had soaked the pages.

The next three had you swearing like a sailor as you told him to fuck himself for making you fall so deeply in love with him.

The sixth letter just didn't feel right. You assumed that it was the lack of sleep that was getting to you, so like any mature adult you got up and went to bed deciding that the letter writing efforts would continue the next day.

The seventh and final letter was perfect, you were honestly tempted to email it to your high school English teacher you were that proud of it. It was the perfect way to tell Luke that you were okay that this was goodbye and that you didn't hold anything against him for how he treated you.

Yes you told him that he had hurt you but it helped teach you that some loves just simply weren't worth it.

It was like you had been put through the grieving cycle over the last fifteen hours as you learnt to accept that Luke just wasn't on your cards and that it was probably for the best.

Mat hadn't slipped up from his role of your new best friend, if there wasn't a game on Thursday you two would go get dinner and then sit at his apartment playing card games until the early hours of the morning.

The Canadian had quickly learnt why you were so popular in New Jersey amongst the players and it was one of the things that he was actually so attracted to.

Yes Mat found himself growing more enamoured with you by the day and despite his best efforts you never seemed to notice it.

You never noticed how his eyes lingered on you far longer than appropriate for just friends, or how he'd glare down every man and woman who dared to even look at you when the two of you were out in the town. You never noticed the way you squeezed the life out of his heart the moment you came to Mat's apartment in tears one night as you missed Luke.

The Canadian was hurt, it wasn't even the fact that you weren't interested in him that haunted his thoughts at night. It was the fact that you gave your love to someone who was so cruel to you.

But Mat put on a comforting smile each time he was forced to listen to you spill your heart out on his sleeve as you couldn't get over your failed attempts to get over the Hughes boy.

At one point the Islander player was ready to rip the bandaid off and tell you everything.

He wanted you to know that you were loved.

He wanted you to know that you were wanted and it was by a man who was sat right next to you.

But deep down inside Mat knew that those words would mean nothing to you unless they came from the Hughes boy.

That was the thing about love that was so cruel. Here were two people that wanted nothing more than to be happy. But the reciprocation of those emotions from the people they craved them from the most weren't there.

Yes you loved Mat but you weren't in love with Mat and that different meant everything to him.

So he kept his feelings to himself as he watched you count down the days until the Devils came to town.

He sat there dreading the moment he had to face Luke on the ice, Mat had been watching the meditation videos that you had sent him on repeat as he tried to memorise the various methods of calming himself down that he’d had to use in other to not hit Luke.

It wasn’t because Mat wanted to protect the boy, in fact he wanted to do the opposite. He wanted to hurt Luke for all that he had done to you. The Islanders player wanted to see the Hughes boy finally feel some sort of remorse, but he knew that if he laid a finger on Luke you’d get upset. So he was going to have to try to behave.

You woke up practically running out of bed ready to take on the world when the day finally arrived. Part of you was excited to see your friends from the team too and that’s what you told yourself made you so happy.

Luke swore he was going to throw up when he got on the team bus. Sure he was excited to see you in the flesh once more. But after seeing how the every gossip account swore that you and Mat were dating after someone spotted you on another on of your excursions, hope for him was running out. So he spent the last week forcing himself to accept that fact that this was all his fault. Yes he wanted to blame Mat instead but he knew he couldn’t.

If Luke couldn’t be the one to love you then he then simply hoped that the man who loved you, loved you even half as much as he did.

The young Hughes boy felt trapped inside of his mind as he had yet to reveal how he felt about you to anyone. It was partially due to the fact that he knew they’d all laugh at him especially after how he treated you. Yet there was another much larger part of Luke that didn’t want to admit it because one he admitted that he did indeed like you, it meant that it would really be real. At least for now he could act like you were all just simply a figment his dreams and hopes for in the future. He told himself that all he needed as a simply protein shake and his usual pregame playlist blasting through his headphones at a volume that was enough to make his mother cringe as she reminded her son that she didn’t want him going deaf.

Jack noticed the way that his younger brother had gone quiet since he stepped on the bus, the whole team did. As bad as they all knew it sounded none of them bothered checking in on the boy as they all just put it down to him not wanting to see you again.

If only they knew, right?

The youngest Hughes boy knew your routine on game days from your time with the Devils. It was something that he made an effort to learn early on in his attempts to avoid you.

He hoped that you had the same routes mapped out here because Luke knew he wouldn’t be able to handle it if he caught sight of you.

Now more than ever though it was because he knew he’d start crying on the spot.

Luke wasn’t a crier naturally but he had no clue how he was going to say his apology to you. All of the emotions that you made him feel just made him want to cry due to the sheer panic that was going through his mind.

As the team walked out of the away locker room he heard it.

The sound he had grown to miss.

The sound that brought him this warm sense of comfort in his stomach that he could only describe as funny.

It was the sound of your laugh.

Mat had been telling you a story as you two made your way over to the home dressing room as you had forgotten your folder in there when you took some guests around earlier.

As Luke saw the sight of you it was enough to knock him off of his feet as Jack walked into the back of him “dude,” the middle Hughes boy groaned as he lifted his brother off of the ground totally unaware of the fact that you were stood there.

It was like time stopped for the youngest Hughes boy.

He watched as your eyes locked with his and your lips formed a smile as you sent him a nod.

Mat had seen how you had stopped listening to his story were just simply looking in front of you.

It made the Canadian angry as in that moment he wanted to throw out all of those stupid meditation lessons.

He knew his next move was childish but he didn’t care he sent Luke a harsh glare as Mat threw his arm around your shoulders.

That moment dropped Luke back into reality as he felt like he had just hit a cement wall.

“Luke c’mon!”

There was a game to be played but it seemed that it was quickly coming off of the ice as well.

And you were right in the center of it,

But you didn’t even know it.

#luke hughes oneshot #luke hughes x y/n #luke hughes x you #luke hughes imagines #luke hughes x reader #luke hughes #nhl oneshot #nhl imagine #hockey imagines #hockey oneshot #imagines #oneshots #better off series

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familyvideostevie · 1 year

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tough luck

you try out a new bar with some friends. it's great, except for the jerk. who spills his drink on you. but maybe it's not all bad... | fem!reader, meet cute, 1.5k

Your friends swore this was a good spot. The parking lot is almost always packed, but it's got cheap beer, nice staff, and clean bathrooms.

And, apparently, an entire squad of naval aviators. Who are rather loud and take up most of the usable space around the bar itself. A handful of guys and girls, all laughing and having a nice time. Only beautiful people are allowed in the Navy, it seems. After a round of drinks you brace yourself to squeeze by them to make your way to the bathroom.

"'Scuse me, sorry," you say. A blonde guy with glasses moves out of the way automatically and smiles at you. "Sorry, just gotta get to the bathroom." You're almost clear and then a pair of broad shoulders turns too quickly. Maybe he doesn't see you, maybe he thinks he's moving the right way, but suddenly you've got beer all over your shirt...your very pale, very thin shirt.

"Hey," you say, eyes on your chest.

"Nice one, Rooster," someone calls. You're too surprised to do much but stand there for a second, and then you look up to see which asshole spilled on you.

"Shut up, dude," he calls over his shoulder before turning to face you. Tall, sun-kissed skin and hair, the trademark Navy mustache, and wearing a fucking Hawaiian shirt and...sunglasses? Inside? No wonder he didn't see you. Idiot. He shoves said glasses on top of his head, eyes wide as they rake over you.

"Oh my god," he says. "Holy shit. I am so sorry." His friends aren't laughing at you, not really, but they are definetly amused at his mistake. One of them, the same guy who moved over for you, is flagging the bartender down for some rags.

You consider cursing him out, consider calling him an asshole, consider storming out of the bar. But what good would any of that do?

"Are you okay?" he asks. You come back to the moment and realize he's probably asked you more than once.

You grimace. "Uh, fine," you say. You want to be mad, you maybe shouldbe mad, but he seems genuinely rattled that he's dumped his beer on you and it really was a mistake. God knows you've been where he is before. But your shirt is rapidly becoming see-through so you give him a tight smile and high tail it to the bathroom.

It becomes clear that there's no hope for your shirt. You wipe the beer off of your neck and arms with wet paper towels and ring it out as best as you can. You doubt your friends saw what happened through the crowd because no one has come to rescue you yet, and you left your phone at the table.

"Good spot, my ass," you mutter. And then you hear a conversation that seems to be directly outside the bathroom door.

"Just go in there, please, Phoenix? I can't go in, obviously." Call signs, you think. They really are strange.

"Are you fucking serious right now, Rooster? You dragged me away from my drink for this?" You don't recognize that voice.

"Come on, her shirt was ruined! Just go in and give it to her, okay?" The bathroom door swings open and one of the women you saw at the bar storms in. She's got something purple slung over her shoulder.

"Uh, hi?" you say.

"Hi," she says. She sheds some of her stiff stance and smiles at you. "You okay?" she says.

You suppose that you could have been hurt -- that guy was pretty big. But he didn't knock you, or anything. Just...soaked you. "Yeah," you sigh. "Lost cause, though." You gesture to your shirt. She grimaces.

"Well, here." She tosses the thing over her shoulder at you and you catch it. "The big idiot who got you into this wanted me to give it to you." You hold it out in front of you and see that it's a t-shirt for the bar you're currently in. The Hard Deck is printed in neat script on the front and it seems like it'll be a bit big for you, but it'll work.

"Thanks," you say. She shrugs.

"No problem." Without another word she saunters out of the bathroom. You pop into a stall and change, dumping your beer-soaked shirt into the trash and head back out to find your friends.

The guy who spilled on you -- Rooster, you think -- is leaning on the wall across from the door. When you walk out he looks up sharply and stands up tall.

"Hey," he says, rubbing the back of his neck. "Sorry, this is probably kind of creepy, waiting for you like this. I just wanted to make sure it fit? If not, I can get you another --"

You're tempted to let him keep going, but you put him out of his misery. "It's fine," you tell him. "Thank you."

The crease between his brows gets deeper. "No, don't thank me. I spilled all over you!" He looks so distressed that you laugh a little.

"Well, now you're down a beer and I got a free shirt, so I think I made out pretty good here." Rooster looks a little surprised and then chuckles in disbelief.

"Okay," he says, settling his hands on his hips. His biceps flex under his stupid shirt and you take notice. Okay, so the guy who poured beer on you is hot. So what? "Let me buy you a drink as my final act of repayment. If you want," he adds. "Then you can be done with me."

"Okay, sure," you say. He beams at you. "Rooster."

"Bradley," he says. "You can call me Bradley."

"Bradley," you repeat. He watches your mouth as you say it and then his grin turns into something a little different and your stomach swoops dangerously. You imagine that flying in one of his jets feels something like this.

You follow him back to the bar where his crew is hanging out and he orders you a beer.

"Don't worry," says a tall, blonde guy with a smirk. "We won't let him live this down. Ever." You let yourself look at Bradley's back as you shrug.

"Oh, good," you reply. "Because that was my favorite shirt."

Bradley whirls around, your beer in hand, though he holds it far from you. "Really?" he asks, sounding a shade away from heartbroken.

"No," you say, taking the drink from him. His fingers send tingles through you where they brush yours. "Thanks, Bradley!" And you head back to your table without a backwards glance to the sound of cheers and laughter behind you.

Your friends drag you back a week later. Well, you don't really get dragged. Let's say you're not exactly opposed to giving The Hard Deck another go. And sure enough, when you get there, you see the same crew of navy folks at the bar. You volunteer to get the drinks and your friends send you off with cheers.

The blonde guy with the smirk sees you first. "Hey!" he calls. At first you think he's talking to you, but then he turns to the group. "Rooster, it's your girl!"

"She came back!" says someone else.

"Don't scare her away, Rooster!"

Your stomach flips a little and you remember the moment with Bradley by the bathroom. Clearly you've become squad gossip, but you find that you don't mind all that much.

Sure enough, Rooster appears, sans sunglasses and in a plain shirt this time. He slides up next to you at the bar and beams. You can't help but beam back. Clearly he's glad to see you and it makes you even gladder to see him.

"Well, hey," he says. He makes a show of putting his beer on the counter before stepping even closer to you.

"Hi," you say. "Spill on anyone lately?" He sucks on his teeth like he's thinking, tapping his long fingers on the bar top.

"Yeah, actually," he says. His gaze rakes over your face before settling on your eyes. "This really pretty girl last week."

Someone scoffs and you look away from him to see the bartender rolling her eyes are she washes a glass, but Bradley keeps going. "But I didn't get her name." He takes a small step closer to you, the hand on the bar sliding so that it's resting by your elbow. "And I was hoping she'd come back so I could ask for it."

You bite the inside of your cheek to keep your smile from taking over your face. "Were you now?" you say. "And what would you do if you got it?"

He shrugs. His forearm brushes yours. "Well, I think I'd ask her if I could buy her a drink. Without spilling anything on her, first, obviously."

You laugh. He leans more on the counter, slouching sideways so much so that his neck is totally on display. You have a flash of what it would be like to trace the vein by his adam's apple. He looks smug but you decide to allow it.

"Alright," you say. You tell him your name and he mouths it silently before saying it out loud, just once.

"Perfect," he says, standing up straight again and turning to the bartender, bumping your hip gently with his. "Penny, another beer, please."

Yeah, you think. Maybe it is.

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livelaughloveloak · 11 months

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💧. . ! YEBBA'S HEARTBREAK

⋆ pairing :: Lo'ak x Navi! Reader

⋆ summary :: With his tear drops soaking your clothing, you comforted Lo'ak to the best of your abilities. You helped him and his heart heal, one step at a time.

⋆ genre :: hurt to comfort

⋆ word count :: 1.4k words

⋆ warnings :: happy ending, mentions of death, depression, mentions of blood, mentions of losing a love one

⋆ author's note :: story is based of off the song "yebba's heartbreak" by drake 🌷 reposting this because I hated how the first one came out 😭 have fun reading my loves <3

All of the feelings you're not showing

When your river's overflowing.

Lo'ak laid in bed, all his energy drained even though he didn't do anything today, like usual. Even after nights that lasted way too long and days that were filled with dread knowing that the night was sure to come again. He was tired.

The moon light peered into his lonesome marui while waves crashed back and forth into the shore. With tear stained red eyes Lo'ak stared quietly at a wall, his back facing the entrance to the door. Outside just right in front of his makeshift door he heard voices, voices he chose to ignore as they would only disappear again. Or would they?

"Please you have to check up on him, he's been glued inside his Marui, we're not even sure if he's eating."

"Do not worry Kiri, I will."

It got silent again before the sounds of footsteps got closer and closer towards his body. He was well aware that someone was approaching but yet he didn't budge.

He felt the bed dip and a hand moving strands of hair out of his face.

A huff was let out before the person started speaking in a soft manner

"Lo'ak"

He recognized the voice, it belonged to someone dear to him. He looked up towards her, noticing how her face softened as her eyes scanned his face. At that moment he wanted to curl up in a ball and disappear. He wished you didn't have to see him like this.

You sat up, leaning against the wall and pulled Lo'ak's head to rest on your lap. You wiped away his excess tears that were drying up. Lo'ak kept his eyes on you, for once after his brother's death, the silence was comforting for him.

Your eyes trailed down to his chapped lips, furrowing your brows. You reached for the water you had brought with you and gently lifted Lo'ak off your lap and instead wrapped your arms around his head as he leaned against your breasts. You lifted the cup to his lips.

"Drink."

Lo'ak was quick to follow your order, downing the water.

You knew it was a hard year for Lo'ak. Losing your older brother wasn't easy. Today out of all days was the hardest though, as it was or would've been Neteyam's birthday.

You put down the cup after he was done and wiped the water droplets that were beginning to roll down his chin.

Your hand fell to his arm, tracing circles on his skin, debating what to say.

"I'm scared."

"Of what?"

You looked at Lo'ak with a puzzled expression on your face.

"It's his birthday today right?"

You hummed watching Lo'ak sit up in front of you.

"I was planning to visit him but-"

Lo'ak's lips trembled as another wave of tears threatened to spill out of his eyes. He vigorously wiped them away and looked down.

"I'm so scared. What if he's mad at me? What if he's angry that I made him come and rescue spider with me."

Your heart ached watching the man you loved and the man who swore to protect you break down right in front of you.

You pulled his head to your chest and wrapped your arms around him, rocking him side to side as Lo'ak sobbed into your arms. You felt your top getting soaked with his salty tears. You caressed his head and shut your eyes to prevent your own tears from falling.

"Shh it's ok Lo'ak, Neteyam would never be mad at you. He loved and still loves you dearly."

It's the truth, swear to you

I do, I do, I do, I do, I do

Lo'ak sniffled and looked up from your chest.

You took a hold of his hand and placed it on your heart.

"Trust me, if you want I'll go with you. I'll be there right beside you, one step at a time."

You didn't care if your clothes got wet from tears or if you had to stay up with Lo'ak through rough nights. You want your Lo'ak back, and you're willing to be there supporting him, one step at a time.

"Are you ready?" You asked Lo'ak as you two were floating right above the spirit tree. You promised to be with Lo'ak when he went to visit Neteyam for the first time.

Lo'ak nodded and took a deep breath before diving under the water. ‘I love you’ he thought but didn't say.

You stayed afloat only poking your head in to check up on him as you wanted to give him space.

Lo'ak reached for his queue to attach it on one of the many branches.

And all that you are, I do

Lo'ak saw white and then he was transported back into the forest. He tilted his head and smiled. His brother finally got to go back home.

From the corner of his eye he saw a flash of blue disappearing into the trees. He wiped his body around and scanned the area, huffing when he found no one.

"My little bro."

Lo'ak jumped and spun around to see Neteyam with a smirk plastered on his face. He couldn't help but feel a wash of happiness hit him as he finally saw his brother's face again. In an instance Neteyam pulled his younger brother into a tight hug before shortly after pulling back to place his hand on head, as he used to do with all his younger siblings when he was still alive.

"Did you miss me? It took you long enough to come and visit." Neteyam teased and ruffled Lo'ak loose hair since it wasn't currently in a ponytail.

"I'm sorry" Lo'ak whispered still feeling surreal that he was feeling his brother's touch again, and this time it wasn't cold nor were his hands covered in blood.

"You say that a lot"

"Well I feel it a lot."

Neteyam huffed and started walking towards a small creek motioning for Lo'ak to follow him.

They sat down and talked, catching up on what Neteyam had missed. One particular question caused Lo'ak to get flustered though.

"Are you still courting y/n?"

Lo'ak's eyes widened at the sudden question and nodded with a blush appearing on his cheeks. You always seemed to have this effect on him.

"Actually I was planning to ask her to be my mate, our iknayima is getting closer and closer."

Neteyam smirked and nudged his brother.

"Oh?"

Lo'ak raised his arms up and started correcting himself.

"I meant after our iknayima of course, and I'm gonna ask her parents for their blessing"

Neteyam laughed and looked down at his lap. Oh how time flew by right past him.

Neteyam placed his hand on Lo'ak's shoulder and shook it softly.

"I wish you luck baby bro."

My single line of stars in noon

Reflection of the very moon

You began to worry as it had been sometime since Lo'ak connected to the spirit tree. You were worried that he'd run out of breath.

You yourself couldn't hold your breath for that long so you lifted your face out of the water, wiping the water off and took a deep breath. You closed your eyes so you could rub the water that has gotten into them as unfortunately you did not have the special reptile like eyes that the metkayina own.

Your eyes shot open as soon as you heard water splashing behind you and the sound of someone taking deep breaths. You turned around and sighed in relief when you saw Lo'ak.

You pulled him towards you, caging him in a tight hug.

"How'd it go?"

Lo'ak smiled and returned the hug you've been yearning for.

"Very good."

Neteyam watched in awe seeing his little brother's kids. He was indeed very proud of how far he had come. He wasn't there physically but he was there spiritually.

Neteyam wished he could've been there as their uncle, he would've been the fun one that took them out to hunt, or at least that's what he thought. But at last Lo'ak was now 23 and Neteyam is forever 15.

You and your now mate Lo'ak watched as your kids ran around your Marui with their little legs, toys in their hands, laughing and blabbering.

Lo'ak wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to his side with a smile on his face. You leaned your head on his shoulder and inhaled. You were proud of Lo'ak for staying strong. You wished nothing but happiness for him.

"Y/n?"

"Mhm?"

"Thank you."

I do, I do, I do

Show my love for you.

#atwow #avatar #avatar imagine #imagine #atwow loak #neteyam sully #loak sully #avatar the way of water #loak x reader #loak x y/n #loak x you #loak imagine

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captain-mj · 6 months

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You asked for Korangi and I've had this idea-

Horangi has bad facial and body dymorphia and Konig spend so much time to tell and make his katzchen feel absolutely stunning and beautiful!

Can be smut or fluff, I'll take either <3

Order of fluff coming right up

König stared like always. His big blue eyes.

Horangi tried not to look at him or the mirror. They were going to shower. He knew he could've said no. König would not have said anything. But he still agreed.

Horangi slowly dropped his shirt. Before, he had been incredibly confident. But his scars all over had destroyed that. He didn't let anyone besides König know that though. No one else got to know that he was like this. Both that he was insecure and that he had a reason to be.

König put his hands on him and turned him towards him. He undid his belt and unzipped his pants. Slowly, he brought them down his thighs and helped him step out of his shoes. "You look lovely."

"Don't lie to me." Horangi said softly.

König tsked. "Not a lie, katzchen. Let's go." He gently pulled him into the shower. "You look lovely."

Horangi sighed and let himself be manipulated. The instinct to put up a fight kicked in but not enough for him to actually do anything. He shivered under the water before relaxing as it heated up.

König leaned down and kissed his shoulders. Deep, embedded slash marks and burns. There was so much love and care in how he did it.

Horangi relaxed more and let him kiss all over. "Fine. If you insist."

König purred. "And I certainly do Katzchen. You're beautiful.'' He started to wash Horangi's hair, kissing along his cheeks, specifically the scarring there. "Strongest man I know. Cooler than anyone I know."

Horangi kept his eyes closed but he was being lulled. König moved to down his throat, having to hunch slightly. "You're going to hurt your back."

König shrugged and got a washcloth. He grabbed Horangi by his jaw and started to wash him. Horangi squirmed for a moment before relaxing, eyes closing.

König got each of his fingers and up his arms. The scarring on his back was sensitive so he mostly used water where they were worst before peppering them in kisses.

Horangi kept his eyes closed shut, worried if he'd open them, König might read him as uncomfortable. He wrapped his arms tight around König after a moment, seeking him out and kissing him.

König slipped from his hands as he got on his knees. He carefully washed his lower stomach, his thighs, and everything else he missed because he was too damn tall. Horangi looked down on him, always finding this easier.

König noticed him watching and smiled, kissing right below his knee. "You look stunning."

Horangi tilted his head away.

"Ich liebe dein Lächeln, es ist so charmant." König said softly.

He didn't even want to know. He assumed it was something sappy.

"Come up." Horangi ordered and König did, knees popping like he was a much older man. He wasn't quite as soft as König was, but the water had already started to get cold and neither were ones willing to soak themselves in cold water. So after briskly scrubbing the giant man, he was scooped up as if he weighed nothing and bundled up in a towel.

"I love you, Horangi."

Horangi buried his face in König's throat. He didn't respond, but it was fine. König understood. Just like he understood everything else.

They laid in bed for a while, snuggled and content.

Horangi did feel a little prettier.

#Call Of Duty: Modern Warfare II #Konig #König #Horangi #Körangi #König x Horangi #Horangi x König #cod #call of duty

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lilyevanstan1325 · 3 months

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❤️ Built For This World ❤️

Chapter 10

“You gotta understand” Dave sighs as he pours himself a glass of liquor, “We can’t stay out there”

“I miss the part where this is our problem” I hiss giving him my full attention.

The man doesn’t seem irritated by my words, in fact he smiles.

“Listen man the farm is too crowded as it is.I’m sorry.You’ll have to keep looking” Rick tries to mediate, throwing at me a hard gaze, imploring me with his gaze to keep my mouth shut.

Dave nods.

“Keep looking” he murmurs with his lips pressed against the rim of the glass, taking a moment to swallow the amber liquid.

“Where do you suggest we do that” he finally replies, placing the glass in front of him.

“I hear Nebraska’s nice” I respond immediately with a toothy smile.

Dave laughs in response, throwing his head back.

“Nebraska.You’re so feral, I like you” he chuckles and in a blink of an eye he grabs his gun but Rick is much faster than him exploding a shot straight at the man’s head.

Without thinking twice I turn my back on Rick, leaning it against his and without even aiming I fire two shots at Tony’s chest.

But something seems to be wrong.

There's something wrong with the man who slowly raises a hand to his chest and collapses to the floor.

The man's big, sweaty face transforms into a completely different one.

His round cheeks take on a more angular appearance.

His smooth cheeks are now covered with a light layer of beard.

Some dark locks slide across his forehead and cover his dark eyes.

Actually no...no dark eyes...eyes as clear and blue as a summer sea.

The prominent abdomen fills with blood as it changes shape into a broader, more muscular chest.

The black shirt gradually darkens as the blood soaks it.

A strong calloused hand rests right where the bullets have pierced the flesh.

In horror, I let go the gun, kneeling in front of the man who, moment by moment, is struggling more and more to breathe, gurgling gasps abandoning his lips which are taking on a worrying shade of grey.

“Daryl.I'm Sorry.I'm so sorry” I whine pressing my hands on his wounds trying to stop the bleeding.

Blood slips through my fingers unable to slow the process.

Continuing to press, I look behind me.

“Help me.Help him”

My scream hurts my own eardrums.

Rick, Glenn and Hersel look at me without moving.

Not even a shadow of the panic on their faces that is currently consuming my every cell.

I return my eyes to the man lying at my feet, his eyes are absent.

“Why don't you do anything!” I scream desperately feeling the heartbeat under my fingers slow down inexorably.

No noise behind me.

The blood flows from the two holes more and more slowly now.

“Please stay with me, big boy.I need you” I sniff at him, my vision blurred with tears.

It can't end like this.

I couldn't tell him how I felt about him.

I didn't have time to tell him how special he was to me.

I couldn't thank him for saving my life in every way a person can be saved.

I didn't tell him that I love him.

“Daryl” I whisper as his eyes turn glassy and a final trembling sigh leaves his lips.

Daryl slips away in front of my horrified eyes.

I lost him.

I lost him forever.

And it's all my fault.

With a clouded mind and a heart full of anger I stand up unable to take my eyes off the archer's lifeless body.

I killed a human being.

I killed Daryl Dixon.

I killed the greatest love of my life.

In the fog of my thoughts I can hear the sound of Rick's boots coming alongside me.

Then another shot.

And now Daryl's face is also covered in blood.

I killed Daryl Dixon.

His coagulated blood between my fingers only reminds me of that.

“Why didn't you help him, Rick?” I ask, my heart shattering as I move my gaze to his face.

The room is dark now.

There are no more tables.

There are no more chairs.

Nothing.

Just me, Rick and Daryl's dead body.

I killed Daryl Dixon.

Rick looks at me with a look of pure hatred, his features a mask of contempt.

“It's all your fault, Summer.You killed him.You killed us all the moment you came into our lives.I won't kill you” he whispers placing his gun in the back pocket of his jeans, “You deserve to live with this weight in your heart.This is what you deserve”

Saying this, the man turns his back on me and disappears surrounded by darkness.

I open my eyes suddenly, the harsh light of the sun hurts my weak eyes.

From my lips a string of stuttered words ring out in the air as hands grab me by the shoulders.

Instinctively I avoid it by curling up, pressing my back against a cold wall.

“It's me, Summer” Carol's voice, soft but with a hint of panic, pierces the fog that clouds my brain, finally making me aware of where I am.

“Where's Daryl?” I pant, hugging my knees to my chest as my shoulders rise and fall furiously matching with my heartbeat.

“Summer-”

“Where's Daryl!” I shout, interrupting the woman.

I don't want to hear or know anything.

I just want to know if he's okay.

I need to know.

Carol doesn't seem scared by my reaction, in fact her expression softens and, smiling sweetly at me, she whispers “Daryl is fine.Do you want me to go look for him?”

“No.No.Don't!” I chirp in agony like a wounded animal.

Carol nods as she sits on the bed next to me waiting patiently for me to calm down.

And I swear, I swear to God, that no matter how hard I try, my heartbeat doesn't slow down.

The air struggles more and more to reach my lungs, my chest tightens more and more until it becomes impossible for me to breathe.

Daryl is fine.

I didn't kill Daryl Dixon.

I blink rapidly trying to free my eyes from the tears that are gathering in them at the memory of the nightmare I just experienced.

It all seemed so real.

Daryl lifeless body.

His blood on my hands.

The anger in Rick's eyes.

You killed us all the moment you came into our lives.

A sob racks my chest.

“Summer everything is fine, it was just a nightmare” Carol whispers without moving closer.

I can see the struggle in her eyes as she tries to keep her hands still in her lap fighting her own instinct to come closer and hug me.

She knows she can't do it because she is aware of the rejection that would follow from me.

For the last two days I have rejected anyone who has tried to approach me.

The disappointment and rejection on my friends' faces is seared into my mind.

I shouted unrepeatable things at them with the sole intention of distancing them from me.

Because I don't deserve their compassion.

I don't deserve their love.

But despite everything Carol was the only one who didn't give up on me.

While the others accepted my repeated refusals with death in their hearts, she remained by my side.

She remained by my side, sometimes talking to me about what was happening and sometimes simply remaining silent.

Silent but constantly present.

Just like right now.

I immediately look down, full of guilt.

“What are you doing here?” I mutter arrogantly.

Maybe if I'm mean enough she'll let me go too.

Carol shrugs in response to my question, her gaze focusing on a spot in the field outside the vehicle following something with interest.

I risk a glance in the same direction as her and my gaze comes across the subject of my nightmare.

Daryl.

A small, shaky sigh slips from my lips.

Daryl is fine.

I didn't kill Daryl Dixon.

The man walks with his head down, shoulders hunched as he rubs his knuckles.

As if he felt my gaze on him, his eyes moved from his hands to rest on my face.

It all lasts a moment.

Just enough time to register his expression.

The same eyes that looked at me with passion and devotion just 48 hours ago are now full of hatred.

Anger.

Wrath.

I look down, squeezing my knees even tighter against my chest.

“Talk to him, Summer”

“Mind your business, Carol”

I regret my words immediately after I say them but I bite my tongue until I taste the iron taste of my own blood to avoid letting slip out the apologies I would like to make to my friend.

I know I'm cruel but what they don't know is that I want to push them away from me for their own good.

You killed us all the moment you came into our lives.

The words that Rick spoke to me in my dream now seem more true than ever and push me towards the same decision I should have made from the beginning.

I shouldn't have let these people get attached to me.

I shouldn't have left my heart free to become attached to them.

To fall in love with him.

Carol snorts in amusement as she stands up.

Surprised by her reaction, I force my gaze to follow her movements and focus on her face.

And even though she's smiling I can clearly see the nervousness in his stiff figure.

“I know what you're doing, Summer” she accuses me, piercing me with her gaze.

“You can push me away like you did to everyone else.Like you did with Daryl.But know that it doesn't work with me.I will be here for you when you'll be ready”

Ignoring my broken heart I shrug feigning indifference even though every single word she said pierced my soul like sharp pins.

No matter how bitchy or mean I am she will never give up on me.

“Whatever” I whisper.

Carol shakes her head as she walks towards the door of the RV but before leaving she whispers my name.

The woman turns her back on me indifferently but her hand tightened around the door jamb reveals all her nervousness, the white knuckles seem to want to pop out from her skin.

“You asked me not to give up…and no matter how hard it is, I'm trying.I’m really trying”

The tremble in her voice makes me shiver.

A sense of shame pervades me making me truly aware of the wickedness with which I treated this poor woman who has just lost her little girl.

“Now I'm the one asking you not to give up.Don't give up, Summer.If you give up I will lose you.Don't do this to me”

And with these last heavy words Carol walks away.

I was there for her.

She's holding on for me.

Now she's here for me.

And I'm slamming the door in her face.

I am a monster.

I smile disgusted with myself.

After all, I already knew that, right?

I'm a monster.

Just like him.

Suddenly the RV becomes suffocating.

If until a few minutes ago this place seemed like a safe refuge to me, now its walls seem to tighten around me, taking my breath away.

Without knowing where to go I force my body to move, if I stay closed in here for another minute I feel like I could die.

The sun outside hits my clear eyes, making me hiss.

Having spent too much time locked in the RV crying has made me lose touch with reality, with what is happening around me.

I've wallowed in my guilt for so long that I've lost sight of everything else.

I can't cope with what I did.

This is what I can't stand.

I know I had to do it but that doesn't give me relief.

I would never let anything happen to my friends and yet that sense of discomfort continues to haunt me.

I killed a human being before he could kill me.

Or Rick.

Or Glenn.

Or Hersel.

Killing so as not to be killed.

It's the new law.

Even if it's not right.

Out of the corner of my eye I notice a figure in front of the barn's door.

Andrea.

The woman has a rifle with her, she will surely be guarding the new prisoner.

With a determined step I reach her, passing by her without even looking at her.

I don't know why I came here but it certainly isn't to get lost in idle chatter with her.

When the palm of my hand rests on the barn's door, her voice behind me halts my next step.

“I can't let you in” the woman exclaims, earning a derisive laugh from me.

I can feel her agitated movements behind me, her weight sliding from one foot to the other.

“Yeah, sure.What will you do?Do you want to shoot me?Again?” I mock her by opening the barn's door and closing it behind me.

I'm sorry to be so bitchy and point out something that's now past my mind but at the moment I don't take orders from anyone.

Much less from the woman who shot me.

The place is in dim light.

Randall sits on the floor with his arms tied behind his back, the rope securing his wrists tightened tightly around a wooden pole.

He's blindfolded.

I smile bitterly.

A week ago I was in the same situation as him.

I carefully watch his figure stiffen and from his swollen face I'm sure he expects to be beaten again.

And judging by the extent of the damage, I'm sure it was Daryl.

I approach the trembling boy and with a quick move I free him from the blindfold and then stand in front of him with my arms crossed over my chest.

“I won't hurt you, Randall” I whisper.

“How's your leg?” I ask sincerely worried about the state of it.

The flesh is red and the limb is swollen.

He's really lucky to still be alive.

The boy doesn't seem relieved that there is a simple girl in front of him, he lets out a trembling breath.

“What is it, psychological torture?Did they send you to get me to talk?Well, I'll tell you what I already told to your boyfriend.I barely knew those guys.I met ’em on the road.I haven't done anything!”

“My boyfriend?” I ask confused.

Why would he believe that Rick and I are somehow connected by a feeling of love?

Randall trembles as if he's remembering something really scary.

“Yeah…that huge man with a scary look.He…he said he would break my neck if I ever looked in the same direction as you again” he chirps with a grimace of pain.

Daryl?

Did he really threaten him like this?

I shake my head smiling interrupting his flow of words.

I don't waste time correcting him, it would be useless and it wouldn't be his business anyway.

I walk over to the chair next to him and drag it across the old wooden planks I place it in front of him.

Remaining silent, I sit down and continue to observe the boy.

“No one sent me here.Nobody knows I'm here.I just want to have a chat.Relax”

But at my words he doesn't relax.

He straightens his back, moving away as much as possible, moving away until his back hits the wooden planks of the walls.

“It was me” I begin, immediately capturing his interest.

“I was the one who killed your friend.Tony”

“He…he wasn't my friend…”

I silence him with a sharp wave of my hand.

I'm not interested in finding out his relationships with those guys, I just want him to understand that if he doesn't cooperate with us he won't have much chance of survival.

I lean forward placing my elbows on my knees.

“Listen to me Randall.I don't want anything to happen to you but you have to help us.If those guys you ended up with are dangerous you need to tell us.There are women and children here” I explain nodding towards the door, “We can't risk it”

The boy looks at me furtively, not entirely convinced by my words.

After all, he was beaten to death, why should he believe the good faith in my words?

“I hate myself for what I did.Even though that son of a bitch was about to put a bullet in my head I hate myself for pulling that damn trigger.I- I- I…” I stammer, unable to continue.

I close my eyes for a moment trying to calm my agitated breathing.

My back hits the back of the chair hard as I bring my hands to my hair, pulling it forcefully from the roots.

Randall doesn't speak, which gives me time to gather the right words in my confused brain.

I reopen my eyes to find the boy attentive, his eyes watchful on my face.

I'm sure he can sense the turmoil stirring inside me and this perhaps makes me a little more credible in his eyes.

“I hate what I did but I would do it again.For these people I would do it again.Even at the cost of losing my soul in the end.Do you…do you understand this?”

Randall nods.

“Good boy.Now you'll tell me where your camp is and above all you'll tell me if you think they will come looking for you” I whisper trying to soften my tone but letting all the seriousness shine through my words.

“They…they…”

His confession is abruptly interrupted by the barn's doors which open and slam violently against the walls, the deafening noise reverberates throughout the entire room, immediately silencing the boy.

I don't need to turn around to know who he is.

Randall's literally terrified look is enough for me to understand who has just made his triumphant entrance.

“I- I- I don't…she's...” stammers the poor boy, lowering his head and curling up in a ball as if he were trying to disappear from the face of the earth.

“Shut the fuck up!” Daryl barks and after a moment his huge hand wraps around my upper arm forcing me to stand up, dragging and yanking me violently out of the barn

Outside, next to the door, Andrea keeps her head down.

I smile.

That woman never knows when it's time to keep her mouth shut.

Daryl drags me a few more steps, his grip on my arm hurts but I won't give him the satisfaction of telling him that.

If this is how he wants to vent his anger on me, I won't stop him.

When we get close to his tent he lets me go.

For a few minutes neither of us speaks.

He paces back and forth, angry like a caged lion.

I limit myself to leaning with my back against the trunk of a tree waiting for the man to find the right words to vomit all his frustration on me.

Suddenly I find him a few inches from my face, his eyes full of resentment.

I never imagined that one day all his anger would be for me.

But after all I deserve it.

I rejected him.

I put him in these conditions.

It was what I wanted after all, wasn't it?

So now I will accept the consequences.

“Wha’ the hell were ya doin’ in there?” he spits the words between his teeth.

His fists trembles.

I smile with the intention of making him nervous.

And I succeed.

A muscle in his jaw twitches dangerously.

“Oh, you mean before you interrupted his full confession?”

My words full of sarcasm seem to catch him off guard.

His attentive gaze studies every part of my face.

His lips are a hard straight line.

“Ain't possible.I beat the shit out of him, doesn't say anything”

I shake my head pushing a hand against his chest trying to push him away.

Having him so close distracts me.

His lips a few inches from mine don't allow me to think clearly.

Daryl stiffens at my touch, taking a few steps back.

Roger.

He doesn't want to be touched by me.

This hurts but it's what I wanted.

I want him to hate me, I want him to despise me so it will be easier to let him go.

It will be easier to distance myself from him.

Liar...

I shake my head to get rid of my conflicting feelings.

“You know, violence is not always the answer” I mock him, nodding towards his skinned knuckles.

Daryl lets out a grunt that could mean anything.

His eyes remain fixed on his boots, the man is clearly avoiding my gaze.

And maybe it's for the best.

This gives me enough courage to be able to speak to him.

“Will you kill him?”

The archer nods without looking at me.

My stomach knots.

“It's simpler tha’ way.’S safer” he mutters, absentmindedly kicking some blades of grass.

I can't help myself.

“Simple?Is killing another human being so easy for you?”

I can't hide the disgust in my words and it finally gets his attention.

His blue eyes, the same eyes I had come to know and love, now seem foreign to me.

There is a coldness in them that I don't recognize.

His eyes, what's behind them, scare me now.

An almost mocking smile stains his handsome face.

“And wha’ would ya like to do, huh?Leave him free ta bring his people here?Is tha’ wha’ ya wan’?”

His words are laced with venom as he looks at me as if he thinks I'm a fucking stupid naive.

I shake my head.

No, he can't be serious.

“You're not like that” I whisper, “You wouldn't kill someone in cold blood.You are a good man”

The archer approaches me again, invading my personal space.

His breath shatters on my lips.

Breath that tastes like tobacco.

Like stolen kisses.

Like whispered promises.

“Really?Do ya really think ya know me?Do ya really think tha’ having kissed me a couple of times makes ya think ya know me?” he laughs evilly, “Well, listen ta me, Summer”

Summer.

Not pretty eyes.

Not sunshine.

Not my sunshine.

Summer.

If he had shot me I would have suffered less.

I lower my gaze, hiding from his eyes how much his words hurt me.

You deserve it.You deserve it, and you know this, a corner of my conscience murmurs.

Two fingers under my chin force me to look up again.

Daryl is punishing me and he knows it.

And he enjoys it.

“Ya don't know me.Yer nobody.Yer nobody ta me, Summer”

A tear escapes my control, sliding silently down my cheek towards my chin, wetting the fingertips of the man in front of me.

A man who looks at me like I'm scum on this planet.

I abruptly free myself from his grip, moving away from him as quickly as possible, but no matter how much I run away, his words haunt me.

This.

This is the right punishment for what I did.

“Hey”

“How are you?”

I shrug.

At this moment I really don't know what to answer.

How am I?

I feel like shit but this man already knows, he was there.

“Yeah” Hersel murmurs, sitting next to me on the porch steps of his house.

“It's not an easy situation” he whispers, leaning forward and resting his arms on his knees.

I imitate his gesture and raise my face towards the sky.

“How's Beth?”

“My girl is strong.She will be okay”

I smile weakly as I watch the sun sink towards the horizon.

It's my favorite part of the day.

I love when the clouds are tinged with fiery red, fading towards warm orange and delicate pink.

The sunlight that slowly hides on the horizon creates a play of reflections and shadows, making this land magical and evocative.

The outline of the trees appears black and mysterious against the vibrant sky.

It is a moment of peace and beauty, when the day gives way to the dark and captivating night.

“Where is everyone else?” I ask without taking my eyes off this spectacle that nature is giving us.

Between death and desolation, Mother Nature has found a way to reclaim the world and make it its own again.

“They're gathering to decide Randall's future” he sighs.

Behind his deliberately light tone I can read a myriad of conflicting feelings.

“You should be there too, give your opinion.A lot of those people respect you, you know that right?”

I smile, turning my gaze towards his face.

His blue eyes are staring at me intently.

“Not all of them, I'd say” I reply, wrinkling my nose, thinking of Shane.

That guy hates me.

Well, Daryl hates me too now.

Hersel laughs.

“Okay, maybe not all of them” he smiles, “But you are very respected.I respect you”

I blink in amazement.

Hersel is a good, intelligent and terribly wise man, having his respect moves me.

“Thank you” I whisper, feeling a lump in my throat.

The good vet gently places a hand on my shoulder, silently communicating his affection for me.

“You know, I keep thinking about what you said to me when we were in that bar.You were right, there is still hope.I had just lost my way...but thanks to you, to your words, I understood how important it is to fight for what you love.For those who love”

I look back towards the sky where the first stars begin to timidly illuminate it.

“I was a bitch, Hersel.With all of them.None of them deserve it but I didn't care, I hurt the feelings of the people who welcomed me” I whisper, torturing the tip of my index finger between my teeth.

“They know it, Summer.Nobody's mad at you” the man tries to console me by smiling at me again in a reassuring manner after which he gets up and then goes up the steps that lead him towards the door of his house.

“Hersel?”

“Tell me”

“Do you agree with this?” I ask, turning to him.

His dull and tired look gives me the answer I'm looking for.

“No but…but I have to keep my daughters safe”

“I understand”

A heavy silence envelops us as we peer at each other.

Sometimes we have to do what is right for the good of those we love, we have to make decisions that leave an indelible mark on our soul.

Like the decision to kill another human being.

“I feel like I'm losing myself, Hersel.What I did…what I did to that man…I feel like I can't bear the weight of my choice.And this…this is hurting people who don't deserve it”

He watches me for a few seconds then comes closer and sits next to me again.

“Would you do it again?”

My answer comes before my brain can process his question.

“No doubt.I would never let anything happen to you”

“But?” he urges me.

I sigh, straightening my back and directing my gaze towards the far edges of the farm.

“But that doesn't change the fact that I took a life.What right do I have to choose who should live and who should die?”

Tony and Dave got what they deserved.

I can't even imagine what they would have done if they had found the farm, what would have happened next.

Hersel next to me sighs, placing a hand on my shoulder.

“You and Rick saved my life.You protected this farm and my family.I'm not saying it's easy or right...I'm just saying that the death of those men didn't represent a loss for this world”

“But having killed them make us so different from them?”

The words burn on my tongue as I speak them.

This is my biggest fear.

Did my action make me soulless?

Have I now become like one of those men?

“Summer, you're not like them.You are full of love, honor.You…listen to me for a moment.Rick killed that man.In your eyes is he like those men?”

And in an instant everything is clearer.

All clearer.

For me, Rick remains a man of strong moral, a good man.

A charitable man.

And the fact that he pulled the trigger on those despicable bastards doesn't change my opinion of him.

I still see a model to follow in him.

His apparently cruel gesture has a much greater motivation behind it.

Protect his people.

The same motivation that pushed me to pull the trigger.

The same motivation that pushed me to move forward day after day.

Don't give up for the people I love.

I didn't give up to make my mother proud of me.

I endured for my father's love.

I fought for myself, to survive.

And now I fight for these people.

For Glenn.

For Carol.

For Rick.

For Daryl.

For everyone of them.

I tried to push everyone away out of fear, out of fear of being seen as a monster.

My hands will never be clean again, Tony's blood will always be there like a ghost between my fingers, but this will be my new starting point.

Now I know how much further I am willing to go to keep my loved ones safe.

Now I know my place.

Now I know what to fight for.

And I know I can do it, hell yes I can!

I nod, silently wiping away my tears with the back of my hand.

“Thank you” I whisper in a strangled voice.

“Anytime”

Hersel gives me one last squeeze on my shoulder after which he gets up and disappears into the house.

“Killing him.Right?”

It's Dale's voice that reaches me first when I finally decide to enter the house.

Hesitantly I stop my steps, again undecided whether to assist or not.

I wipe my sweaty palms on my jeans trying to calm the pounding of my heart.

“I mean, why bother to even take a vote?It's clear which way the wind's blowing” continues the man.

His words are followed by a brief moment of silence.

Taking courage, I advance until I find the others in front of me.

The first people to notice me are Carol and Shane.

The first gives me a smile of encouragement while the man looks at me briefly and then returns his gaze to his best friend.

As soon as I turned the corner that will lead me among the others I notice a man next to me.

Daryl is leaning with one shoulder against the wall and his gaze remains focused in front of him.

I am sure that he has noticed my presence as I am sure that he is deliberately ignoring me.

I can tell by the stiffness of his back and his nervously clicking jaw.

“I was there.Before him.I was in his place” I whisper in a faint voice, my stomach tightening in a grip of pain at the thought that the same people who care about me now were not long ago gathered in the same way to decide my fate.

Who knows how many of them agreed to get rid of me.

I feel everyone's eyes immediately focus on my figure.

Especially Shane's eyes.

I wonder if he still wants to get rid of me.

Trying to clear my mind of all thoughts, I try to focus on our common goal.

The safety of this place.

“I too was a stranger like him”

“It's not the same, Sum.You didn't try to kill us" Glenn blurts out, immediately softening his gaze, perhaps happy that I've come to my senses.

I walk towards him, leaving Daryl behind me.

I place a hand on his shoulder, squeezing it lightly, hoping that in my eyes he will see all the silent apologies I am offering him.

His hand immediately reaches mine.

Good, we are good again.

“Well, if people believe we should spare him, I wanna know.Then we can talk through the options” Rick continues, looking into the eyes of every single person in the room and finally focusing on me, giving me a faint smile which I shyly return.

I'm happy that they're not mad at me, that they're not mad at me for my horrible behavior.

I drove them away by hurting them and they are welcoming me back with open arms.

“Well, where I sit, there's only one way to move forward” Shane murmurs.

His intentions are more than clear.

Dale becomes agitated.

“So…that's how it is then!Just Summer, Glenn and I agree that we should spare him?”

The man looks really incredulous as he nervously runs a hand over his face.

Glenn squirms lightly under my touch, looking nervous when Dale rests his gaze on him for support.

On the old man's face I perceive the exact moment in which he realizes that his friend is also turning his back on him.

“Look, I…” the boy stutters, “I think you’re pretty much right about everything, all the time, but this…”

“They’ve got you scared” Dale replies nervously, silencing Glenn who now full of guilt lowers his gaze onto his hands, gripped with an iron grip on his thighs.

“We've already lost too many people” Glenn mutters more to himself than to the others.

Dale sighs in frustration.

“How about you?Do you agree with this?” questions the man addressed to me.

I feel everyone's gaze on me but what weighs most is the gaze of the man behind me, I can feel his eyes digging a hole of anger on my shoulders.

“Can't we keep him prisoner?”

“Jus’ another mouth ta feed”

I knew it.

I fucking knew that Daryl would go against me.

I expected it but that doesn't make it hurt any less.

Not having his support, as he has always done, hurts.

It really hurts.

“It may be a lean winter” I suggest just for the sake of contradicting him and in fact a few moments later I hear him snort and whisper some profanity under his breath.

“It could be an asset.Give him a chance to prove himself” suggests Dale trying to find a foothold in someone's conscience.

“Put him to work?” Glenn suggests, being immediately silenced by Daryl.

“Ain't lettin’ him walk ’round.’S not safe”

If we keep going like this we'll never find a solution but only problem after problem.

Carol has kept me updated these days, despite my apparent disinterest in the whole thing.

She told me how Rick and Shane tried to leave Randall away from the farm but then turned back because the boy admitted he recognized the Green's farm.

“Could you drive him further out?Leave him like you planned” I ask turning to Rick.

“They barely came back this time.There are walkers.They could break down.They could get lost” Lori explains to me next to Rick, shaking her head terrified at the idea that something could happen to her husband.

“We could put an escort on him” Maggie suggests.

Shane shakes his head smiling as if he's just listening to a bunch of bullshit.

“Oh yeah…and who would volunteer?” he asks rhetorically, immediately blocking Dale's prompt response with a wave of his hand.

“I don't think any of us should be walking around with this guy.Let me tell you something, man.Say we let him join us, right?Maybe he's helpful, maybe he's nice.We let our guard down and maybe he runs off, brings back his 30 men”

Strangely I find myself agreeing with Shane's words.

We can't risk that much but I still feel reluctant to accept the idea of killing the boy.

“So the answer is to kill him to prevent a crime that he may never even attempt?If we do this, we're saying there's no hope.Rule of law is dead.There is no civilization”

This time Dale's disappointment is well marked in his desperate words.

His gaze is haunted and incredulous.

I understand what he is feeling.

These are the same questions I've been asking myself over the last few days.

The same questions that poisoned my mind day and night.

Ever since I killed that man I have done nothing but wonder if it had been the right thing to do.

Whether civilization is truly over.

No laws, just the strongest winning over the weakest.

But today, among all these people, I know that it was worth it.

It was worth losing a little piece of my soul if it meant we were all still here today.

Here and alive.

I sigh deeply.

“He's right, Dale.We should not put our own people at risk”

“Really?You too?How can you…”

“I can because I was there.In that bar.I was there.You weren't there.I pulled that damn trigger.I killed that man just to keep you safe, to protect all of you.And if you think that everyone here is taking it lightly, you're wrong.You are wrong.You don't know…you don't know…you don't know what it feels like to kill.You don't know what it feels like to lose a piece of yourself.You…you don't know…”

The words get stuck in my throat creating a ball of pain and desperation impossible to swallow.

A trickle of sweat runs down my spine.

Everything I suffocated is coming back to the surface exploding in a myriad of words soaked in anger and pain.

“I understand your reticence but you have to think about these people” I continue ignoring the pity in the eyes of those present, “Those men are thieves, murderers, rapists.And if you think that Rick or Shane or I will ever let those guys get close to us, you're sorely mistaken.You may not agree but we must do what is right for us.For our safety”

I stop for a moment, breathing heavily.

Revealing my fears to everyone, what I've been living in my head for days, isn't easy but it's the only way to make Dale understand how dangerous his idea is.

In response, the man shakes his head in total disagreement with my words, only increasing my anger.

How can he be so blind that he can't see?

I had come here with good intentions, to be able to look for a point of mediation.

But there is not.

Glenn is right.

We have to think about our safety.

I quickly approach the man, standing in front of him with fury.

“Think about what would happen to Andrea.To Beth.To Amy.What do you think those men would do to any woman here?You know how those two guys in town looked at me, huh?Can you understand how I felt with their gazes ruminating on my body?Would you ever let something like this happen to Lori?To Maggie?Think about it Dale.Our choices will impact us.I agree when you say that we must not lose ourselves but we cannot do it at the expense of our own lives”

A shiver runs down my spine making the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.

The memory of Dave's gaze on my body, his slimy hand groping his crotch.

Their thoughts were so vivid, so disgusting…

I will never let another woman feel the same sense of inadequacy and horror that I felt.

Dale no longer looks me in the eyes, his gaze is fixed on the hat that he tortures between his fingers.

This time my words hit the mark.

Perhaps for the first time he's realizing how dangerously senseless his idea is.

Around us no one speaks, it seems that everyone is holding their breath.

Too shocked by my own outburst, I quickly leave the room, leaving the house and finding peace in the dark night, the stars made almost invisible by large threatening clouds.

From afar the wind brings with it the smell of rain which I am sure will soon reach us.

Trying to control my breathing, I rest my arms on the balustrade, inhaling and exhaling slowly.

The cool breeze blowing in the air refreshes my hot skin, giving me pleasant shivers.

The door creaks behind me forcing me to turn around.

Shane looks at me while he nervously runs a hand over his shaved head and then leans his back against the wall, bringing his arms in front of his chest and crossing them.

“You know?It may seem crazy to you but I agree with what you said” he snorts amused, lifting a corner of his lips.

I smile too, leaning my back against the balustrade and stretching my legs in front of me, crossing them at the ankles.

I also cross my arms over my chest, as if trying to keep all my shit together.

“I'll tell you, man.I thought the same thing before.Disgusting, isn't it?” I reply and this time a real smile spreads across Shane's face.

For a moment I get a little glimpse of who Shane really was before all this shit.

Maybe, if we had met in another life, we could have even become friends.

Maybe.

Shane shakes his head and turns serious.

“I'm sorry for what you went through” he whispers, looking at me furtively from under his thick dark lashes.

I roll my eyes.

He snorts.

“I'm serious!Look…I know what you think about me.I know what others think.And I know I have a fucking temper but all I want is for everyone to be safe.Do you understand me?”

Yes, I understand that.

I understand this all too well.

“I know” I snort letting out a big sigh.

“We want the same thing, Shane”

“I know…are you with me?” the man asks, detaching himself from the wall with a light push and taking a few steps closer to me.

I watch him carefully as he holds out his hand.

Hesitant I straighten my back, carefully studying every nuance of his face but in the end I accept his hold.

His hand wraps around mine, squeezing it tightly.

“We're good, kid?”

That sly smile again.

I laugh heartily.

“Yeah.We’re good, asshole”

Shane laughs shaking his head without letting go of my hand.

“Do you know?” I murmur amused, taking my hand out of his grip and putting them in the pockets of my jeans, “I feel like I just made a deal with the devil”

Shane laughs again, triggering more laughter from me.

“Fuck you, kid”

This time his words aren't full of anger.

“I love you too, Shane” I giggle.

The door behind us opens again and this time Daryl appears in the doorway.

For a moment he seems dumbfounded.

Honestly, I would be too if I were him.

Finding me and Shane laughing together, the same people who until a few days ago were ready to kill each other, is not easy to understand.

After a moment of confusion, the man regains his composure by assuming that serious and inscrutable frown again.

Shane clears his throat, interrupting the exchange of glances between me and the archer.

“I'll leave you two alone.See you around, kid” he greets me as he walks towards his tent.

Daryl and I stare at each other intently for moments that seem endless.

In the twilight of this starless night silence envelops our tumultuous hearts.

As stiff and inexpressive as the man in front of me is, I am sure that there is chaos inside him, the same deafening chaos that overshadows my heart and my mind.

Cold words and sharp looks are the only things we exchanged and now I feel regret creeping down my stomach making me nauseous.

“Daryl, I…”

“Do ya wan’ to go fer a walk?”

I blink in disbelief, my heart beating deafeningly in an undefined point between my stomach and my throat.

I nod weakly, walking alongside him while a few drops of water fall from the sky, wetting the tip of my nose.

In the thick darkness of the night our steps resonate like the echo of my broken heart.

Pushing these people away, pushing Daryl away, was the stupidest thing I could have done.

I convinced myself that I didn't deserve their love, and maybe a small part of me still thinks so, but I...I need them.

I need him.

He is the only person who can heal my wounds.

The unspoken words weigh me down making me feel like I'm drowning in an ocean of regrets.

Perhaps the time has come to confess in one last hope of redemption.

Maybe my apologies will never be enough, maybe he won't accept them, but it will still be a new beginning.

A new beginning with or without him.

Because even if he rejects me I will continue to move forward for everyone else.

For Carol, for Rick, for Glenn.

For myself.

Our steps slowly make us find ourselves at the edge of the forest, the rain now slides through the leaves and the wind whispers through the branches.

I shudder, shrugging my shoulders.

I stop my steps and so does Daryl.

I stare at his immense shoulders as the man inhales deeply and then sags as if he's struggling with something in his head.

“Daryl…I'm sorry for how I acted.I…”

“Why do ya push me away?” the man interrupts me, continuing to turn his back on me.

With a little courage I approach him, with slow and measured steps I move until I find myself in front of him.

His sad eyes are focused on the ground.

With a pang in my heart I hesitantly bring a hand to his face, slowly stroking it until I wrap my hand around his cheek.

His stubble tickles my hand pleasantly.

God, how much I had missed touching him.

I bring my other hand in the same position on the other cheek forcing the man to look at me.

“I was scared”

“Scared?Of me?”

I shake my head.

“I was afraid of what you would see in me” I whisper in defeat.

Distant thunder shakes the sky.

Daryl directs his gaze, now confident, into mine.

His hands reach mine, intertwining our fingers.

I swallow the lump in my throat.

“I killed a man, Daryl.I felt like a monster...I had to do it, I had to.And now I- I- I...I no longer feel I deserve you... I rejected you because I feared your own rejection” I admit, lowering my gaze.

The archer lowers his face towards mine, seeking my gaze, aligning his face with mine.

His eyes, so young and yet full of a pain as old as the world, look straight into mine.

I shyly look up at his beautiful face, the light rain that slides through the leaves stops as if trapped between his eyelashes.

Small pearls of water that make his gaze even more intense.

Hypnotized by such wonder, I remain motionless, paralyzed waiting for his words.

The rain falls incessantly now, as if the sky itself wanted to wash away the guilt that surrounds me.

The leaves of the trees form an irregular roof over us, stopping the pouring rain and turning it into a graceful ticking over our heads.

The moon's dim light occasionally breaks through the clouds, illuminating just enough for us to see each other.

The more I observe him, the more I realize how this man is an enigma, one of those men who seem to carry the weight of the world on his shoulders.

With a look that hides more than it reveals.

I can't understand what he thinks, what he feels...

But I know one thing.

I understood it perhaps the moment our eyes met for the first time.

I love him.

I love him with a passion that burns inside me.

I love him with a passion that keeps me up at night.

Yet, I'm scared.

I'm afraid to tell him.

Fear for a thousand different reasons but above all because I killed a human being.

A man who had to die.

I did what I had to do but I still feel like a monster.

And I don't want him to see that monster.

I don't want him to discover that perhaps that monster has always been inside me, dormant, waiting to resurface and claw at my heart.

“Ya not a monster, ma’ beautiful sunshine”

And suddenly it's as if I were able to breathe again after having remained underwater for an indefinite time.

My lungs expand again, welcoming once again his sweet musky scent made more intense by the rain.

“I'm sorry Daryl.I'm so sorry.Please, forgive me.Please.I was so scared” I burst into tears, burying my face in the crook of his neck, my hands clinging tightly to his broad and welcoming chest.

And so, under the steady rain, with the leaves as a carpet and the scent of wet earth, I hold myself close to my persona.

No words are needed because my breathing, the frenetic beating of my heart, my fingers forcefully squeezing his shirt speak for me.

His arms that slowly envelop me are absolution for all my sins.

Daryl is my refuge, my forgiveness.

His strong hands caress my back in an attempt to calm the sobs that tear through my chest like thunder rumbling in the sky above us.

His fingers gently wrap around my face, his thumbs dry the tears that run down it with a disarming sweetness.

“I got ya, sunshine.Ya remember?I have yer back.Always.Ya ain't a monster.Yer my light, yer my hope” whispers the archer, blowing the words on my parted lips.

He, with his eyes still marked by the storm of incomprehension, comes closer and closer, silently asking for my permission.

With trembling hands and my heart beating painfully against my rib cage I finally close the distance between our lips.

In the precise moment of contact with his warm and familiar lips the world stops, disappearing, leaving only the two of us at the exact center of the universe.

Now there is only our synchronized breathing, only the beating of two hearts that are reconciled.

His velvety tongue dances with mine, exploring every corner of my mouth.

A kiss that tastes of forgiveness, of desire, of love.

Words are useless.

My hands touch the back of his neck making him vibrate, clinging to his hair as if I wanted to hold on to this moment forever.

More tears now fall down my face, mixing with the cold rain, but this time they are tears of joy.

Daryl pulls away just enough to look me in the eyes.

“I missed ya” he whispers, kissing me again, this time just a gentle brush of lips.

There are no more words to say, only the warmth of our embrace and the silent promise to never leave each other again.

This kiss is our truce, our new beginning.

Squeezed in Daryl's arms I realize that together we can face any storm because our feeling is stronger than any misunderstanding.

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