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scribblesofagoonerr · 11 days

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— found family | inner demons prologue

pairings: leah williamson x teen reader

summary: reader discovers that family isn't always blood

This is a sort of prologue to inner demons, some background of readers' life in the early years when she transferred to the club.

Also, this is rewrite as I wasn't happy with the original that I posted.

There's always been tell-tail signs that you should've recognised, all throughout the past several years and yet you will still so obviously blind to it all.

It wasn't easy to come to terms with things, but the realisation of it all didn't sit right at all, and in turn you weren't exactly sure how to cope with it all.

It was clear as day for everyone else around to see, your mother was a complete narcissist, she was manipulative and gaslighting. It was something that she had been doing your whole entire life, always making you out to be the bad day in every situation and acting like she was the victim.

How were you so obliviously blind to see that?

You guess your niave self choice to always refuse to believe it, it was the easiest option to just do that.

Looking back to the last several years, your childhood was full of moments like it, but of course you had always thought that your upbringing was completely terrible, it could have been a worse situation.

Growing up, it was only ever the 2 of you, you and your mum. Your parents split up when you were little, the seperation was messy and ever since that day, you'd always been to blame for the reason that it never worked out.

You had always wondered how exactly could it be your fault? You were 3 years old when your dad walked out, so how could it be like that?

"You were always to much to handle, Y/N. He couldn't cope," Your mum would make the excuse, all of them long nights when you would have your tiny arms wrapped around her and sob your little heart out when you asked where he was.

"I'm here, you've got me. You've only ever got me," Her words were imbeded in your head from the day that you'd decided to try and have an open conversation about the possibility of finding your dad, "Why go and find him? Haven't I been good enough. I'm the one that's looked after you for all of these years, and yet this is the thanks that I get in return!?"

It was always something like that, a way to guilt trip you and you always ended up feeling for it.

Her manipulation was completely toxic, of course you didn't realise it until later on in life.

Eventually, you just choice to accept that for the reason that you had such an estranged relationship with your dad.

"Aren't you happy for me? I made it, mum!" You exclaim, you were so happy enough to share the news with her, but you were left so dumbfounded by her response which left you feeling shame and judgement for even wanting to tell her.

The harsh statement of this current conversation with the older women is leaving a bitter taste in your mouth and make you question every single thing in life.

"Yes, you have made it Y/N, but you know, you only have me to thank for that now, don't you?" Your mum once again found a wa to make it about herself, regardless of the situation.

It was always and only ever about herself, no matter what type of news you wanted to share with her. Why was so selfish to not care about you?

"I'm sure that you can find some way to thank me though," You listen to your mum continue to talk and you resist the urge to scoff, "After all of these years and the amount of money I have spent on football boots for you, you'd be nowhere if it wasn't for me and I think you owe me now, don't you?"

Her words stun you and there's a lot of emotions that are building up inside of you. Ultimately you feel confused, how can she manage to twist this to make it all about herself, but of course shes' quick enough to make an excuse to end the call when she grows bored of talking to you.

You should know better, every single phone call has the same pattern to end the same way and you always leave with a pang of guilt for making a life for yourself.

It turns out that this phone call was no different either.

You are so excited to spill the news of making it into the senior squad of the national team, however the excitement soon fades and now you're replaced by mixed feelings of confusion, anger and upset instead. You fight to hold back the tears during the initial phone call but now its' over, you feel on the verge of a breakdown.

You feel like your news is a big deal, you've only been a part of the arsenal women's first team for shy of a year but it feels like such a massive achievement to be selected to represent your country and straightaway, the first person you thought-- you wanted to call was your mum. You thought she was going to be so pleased for you, so excited about it but you can't be further away from the truth.

The conversation happened a week ago, yet you still couldn't let it escape your mind.

Ever since the phone call, you had tried to distance yourself from her but even that hurt to do. The women was the only blood related family member that you had, it had only ever been the two of you, sticking together through thick and thin.

"You seem quiet tonight," Your guardian and fellow team member, Leah, perches on the arm of the sofa as she looks at you in concern, "I'm about to start cookin' tea soon. How do you feel about chicken nuggets and smiley faces?" She wonders.

"That sounds good to me," You shrug your shoulders and glumly stare staight ahead at the wall in front of you, the TV is playing but you barely even pay attention to whatever it is that's playing.

Its' been a long day with training ahead of a crucial game in the season, but all you can think about right now is the conversation you had with your mum a week ago previously on a constant loop in your head.

You still can't help but think about the conversation; The bitterness, the manipulation, every single time you thought about it, it made you think of every single time that something else happened like this throughout the years.

Maybe your childhood wasn't as great as you really thought it was?

"Okay," Leah nods and smiles in agreement but she doesn't move away just yet, "Is there anything that you want to talk about at all, bubs?" You know she's only asking for a bit more insight on your current mood, after returning from her own rehab session to find you shut away in your bedroom, the entire shift in mood was concerning to her.

The usual car rides over the past week had been quiet instead of the raised music level and sarcastic comments that the blonde was used to, replaced instead by the quiet, dull mood with you slumped against the car door and staring out of the window.

Leah definitely knew there was something wrong with you.

"Nope, I'm fine," You stand firm on your reply, shaking your head and keeping your eyes glued on the TV screen, choosing to look anywhere other than at the blonde, who would be able to see right through you in seconds.

"Are you sure?" Leah questions, furrowing her eyebrows in concern as she could see the tears welling up in your eyes, "Bubs, what's the matter? You look like you're gonna cry," She notes, worriedly.

"I... I'm fine," You mumble, fighting to keep the tears at bay until you can escape to your bedroom and allow yourself to be vulnerable when you're alone.

You always feel complete shame to show any sort of vulnerability in front of anyone, let alone the blonde defender who has taken you under her wing ever since you joined during the transfer window of 2022.

Crying only shows signs of weakness, you refuse to be seen as weak.

"Okay," Leah exhales a sigh and taps your knee gently, deciding to drop the subject when she realises you aren't be open and talk about things, "Its' okay if you don't want to talk about it, but just remember that I'm always here to listen, alright? Anytime that you want to talk, I'm here,"

Unforuntately, you are too stubborn to not give in and blurt everything out there and then to her. You feel like you still need time to wrap your head around the idea and see things for how they really are now.

"Uh huh. Thanks," You murmer in repsonse, getting up from the sofa and shuffling away to the confined space where you can be alone.

Leah exhales another sigh and shakes her head, heading into the kitchen to make a head start on dinner but she can't help but still be worried about you. Of course the women knew better than to try and get you to talk if you didn't want to though.

The blonde has always been around to witness moments like this and the backlash of it, you hadn't told her outright what was going on but she already had an idea what it was about.

All of your upset stems down to the one person causing you to be like this and she hated it every time you were left upset when you spoke to her.

Every single time you and your mum spoke, you would always become quiet and be in a general bad mood, often resulting in lashing out at people around you as a coping mechanism.

You know that all the arsenal girls have their own opinions on your mother, but they would never voice them out loud to you, because you wouldn't agree with it, but you knew it. They know it wouldn't be fair on you as the youngest member in the squad, even after the countless times they had seen the girl upset by her own mums actions.

You were so grateful for every single of the girls on the team, Leah especially, she'd always been there for you since day one.

Ever since you moved in with Leah, there's been several nights where she would be the one to comfort you and pick up the pieces, waking up in the middle of the night to hear your heartbroken sobs and feel her own heart shatter every single time, wanting nothing more than to take away any sort of pain that you were experiencing.

It was heartbreaking for all of the team to witness and always sought out to comfort you, they knew no matter what they said, it still wouldn't stop you contacting our mum.

Ultimately, it was your own decision to make soon enough when you turn 18 and until then they would be there to pick up the broken pieces when your mum let you down.

It happened time and time again, unfortunately.

You have lashed out way too many times as a result of that.

None of the girls ever took it to heart of course, they were old and wise enough to realise that none of your anger was directly aimed towards them and there was much bigger issues to be dealt with.

They have always vowed to support you, regardless of what happens in the long-run.

"I... I should've realised sooner," You think to yourself as you lay crumpled up in your bed that following night, its' almost 4 am in the morning, but you were still wide awake with your thoughts spiraling.

You can't help but think about things, replaying every single conversation with your mum that you have had, the numerous times that you've started to talk to her and she's cut you off with her own problems.

Why was it always like this? It wasn't fair.

The first mistake was ignoring her gaslighting this whole time.

The second being that you believed her manipulation for years, always twisting things to make it seem like she was the victim in the different situations - first when you were a child and even now as your nearly an adult.

Why had it taken you so long to finally realise it after all of these years? Why couldn't you have just realised it sooner?

Without much realisation to the current moment, your sobbing aloud with a tight clutch of your pillow. The pent up anger is replaced by sadness and loss, your grieving the loss of a women who you have always seeked the approval off and now you realise you can never have it.

The phone call was the last chance, the reality of it all coming to light.

Every time you have now learned to understand that youwhen speak to her, it's nothing but a vicious cycle of emotional abuse, something you were so oblivious to believe.

As much as you didn't want to believe it, it's true. Its' clear as day of what it is but yet, you still find it hard to believe it.

It's your mum, your flesh and blood, so could she be like that?

The sound of your sobs were what woke Leah up, she's quick to pad out of her bedroom and push open your bedroom door to find you crumpled up in your bed, "Bubs?" The women stands in the doorway of your bedroom, her heart cracks to see you looking so distraught and vulnerable.

Without any hesistance, the blonde is quick move to be beside you on your bed and envelope you in a warm hug, "Its' okay, its' okay. I'm here now," She's quick to comfort you, she wouldn't ever stop doing that as long as you need her, "Let it all out, I'm right here," She adds.

Leah keeps you in her arms, gently rocking you as she runs her slender fingers through your messy bedhead, "Just let it all out, alright? I'm here, I'm not going anywhere," She reassures you.

As always, she's patient enough to wait for you to calm down before she gives you chance to speak, she won't ever push you to talk if you don't want too.

"L... Le," You cry aloud, clutching onto her tightly. Your breath becomes more shaky as sobs wrack your body, trying to find the words but nothing wants to come out of your mouth right now.

"I'm here, it's okay," Leah repeats in a calming voice, continuing to try and comfort you in the best way that she knows, but she already knows it's going to be a long night ahead of them, or day rather.

An emotional night that will leave you drained tomorrow for sure.

A vicious cycle on a loop, once more.

"Ready to tell me what's going on inside that head of yours now, hm?" The blonde quietly asks with caution, already having a feeling that she knows the answer to that question.

There's a brief pause of silence in the room and the blonde thinks that you wouldn't talk, but regardless of that, she still continues to comfort you and reassure you that she's here and not leaving at all.

To Leahs' surprise though, you do start open up this time though and the words spill out of your mouth without you even thinking about it.

"I... It's my mum," You mumble quietly, making the mistake to speak aloud than think it like you thought you have done, "I... I should've realised. I should have done,"

Leah furrows her eyebrows on confusion, "What should you have realised, bubs?" she questions about what you mean.

Snapping your head in the blondes' direction, you bite your bottom lip and debate whether to be open with your thoughts that you have been trying to buried.

"I should have realised about my mum, she's so... she's so toxic," You admit as you try to fight more tears from spilling, "Why does everything I tell her-- Why does it always get turned back around so its' about her?"

There it is. You've blurted it all out in the open, your feelings were laid out now and there's no more hiding how you feel.

Leah smiles sadly and continues to hold you in her arms, "I... I'm sorry bubs," she speaks honestly.

"So many people, so many people have told me-- They've warned me, you've warned me about her, but I... I never wanted to listen, did I?" You confess, the tears spilling again and you don't care a less if you look like a blubbering mess right now, but you still can't stop the emotions pouring out right now, "And now... now I finally realise how its' always been. Why is she like this, Le?" You question.

"I can't say I know the answer to that one, bubs. I wish I knew," Leah replies, exhaling a sigh as she can't fathem herself how your mother can be like to her you, her own child.

The blonde feels so much for you, your still so young and she always wished that she can make the situation better for you.

"Listen, I know its' hard but you've got us. All of us girls here at arsenal, we're all here for you and you're so loved by all of us," Leah continues to tell you gently, running her slending fingers through your hair.

"I... I just want her to love me, and she just... she doesn't even care about my feelings!" You state, roughly trying to wipe at your tear stained cheeks to the point where you made them red and angry, "Why does she always throw everything back in my face? Everything that I have ever done, she makes it about herself. Always!" You cry.

"I know, I know it hurts... I know that it does," You keep your head buried in the blondes' chest as you hiccup from the sudden breakdown in the middle of the night, "And I'm sorry that you have to go through this. I'm so sorry, because it's not fair on you, bubs," She adds, trying to comfort you in the best way that she can for you.

The whole wave of emotions leave you feeling entirely exhausted in the end, you are trying to fight to keep your eyes open as you lie slumped up against the blonde.

"Come on you, lets' get you back into bed, yeah? I mean you're almost falling asleep on me here, bubs," Leah notes your exhaustion and is concerned for your lack of sleep, trying to get you to crack a smile even as it feels impossible right now, before she gently moves you to lie back in bed.

"M' not tired," You mumble, trying to protest against the idea of sleep.

"I don't think thats' true now, is it?" Leah chuckles, tucking you into bed, "I'm so sorry that you have to deal with this now, bubs, but you know that you have a family here with us. We may not be blood, but we really do love you so much," Before you know it, your eyes are fluttering shut but you don't miss hearing the blondes' words before she presses a gentle kiss against your forehead.

You really had found your family here at arsenal.

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nieshiren · 1 year

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Eywa has decided

Recom Quaritch x Na’vi fem reader

Synopsis: After Quaritch and his team were sent on their first mission, they haven’t found anything. Besides Quaritch’s remains, he and his blue team decided to spend the night in the forest. While his team is asleep Quaritch wanders deeper into the forest, where he finds Y/N in heat

Warnings: Strong language, mature themes, smut, oral, loss of virginity, pet names, kind of ABO?

Words: 3962

Part 2

‘Alright guys, lets camp out here for tonight.’ Said Quaritch.

After being send on their first mission and not finding anything. Besides Quaritch’s remains, he and his blue team decided to spend the night in the forest. Quaritch felt like shit, he wasn’t the man whose skull he had crushed. He had his memories yes, but he was not him. He felt so different, it was like the forest was calling to him. And this mission? It didn’t sit right with him, the more he thought about it the more he understood Sully and his decision to fight for pandora. After setting his foot in the forest in his new avatar body something felt different. He felt at home, he never really felt like that before. At least that is what he remembered form old Quaritch, that man was bitter, nothing but hate fuelled his body.

‘I will take the first watch.’ He said, as the rest got ready to sleep. He walked around, the ground lighting up underneath his bear feet. Wearing hit combat boots felt unnatural to him, he wanted to feel the forest floor on his bare feet. To his team, he told some stupid story of how they must become like na’vi in order to succeed on this mission and they believed him. And even if they didn’t, he was their colonel, so they didn’t dare to say anything.

Something filled his nose. The smell, it made hie ears twitch and his tail to swish around. He has been smelling it the whole time since they got the forest. But it was getting stronger by the minute, making his body itch. He wanted to go look for the source. But he had to wait until his blue team was asleep.

…

‘Y/N, catch!’ Spider shouted, she turned to him just in time to catch the fish he threw her way.

‘Look at you go! just like a proper Na’vi!’ she smiled at him. She has taken a few children into the forest, to pick some fruits and catch fish, while their parents were out on a mission with Olo'eyktan. Y/N wasn’t a warrior like Neytiri, sure she could hunt, all na’vi knew how to hunt, but fighting battles against sky people just wasn’t for her. Eywa had other plans for her, she was plumper then some other Na’vi women, she was a teacher and a second mother to many na’vi children. She adored children; however, she didn’t have any of her own yet because she wasn’t mated. Most of her time was spend teaching children how to fish, when to pick certain fruit, which animals were friendly, all the basics they needed to survive on pandora.

There was one child in particular she loved very much. Spider. The monkey boy, that had no parents, left behind on Pandora, always running after Sully’s kids. Spider loved her as well, he genuinely saw her as a mother figure. She took him in when he was 8, the scientists couldn’t keep up with him, he always ran away, and they had important jobs to do. Not just run around the forest looking for a child. He would always find a way to escape the lab, and so she decided to be his caretaker.

‘Tinut, not the green ones, those are not ripe yet.’ Y/N said as she walked past Ninat’s child. Tinut smiled at her and reached for a purple one instead. ‘Yes, that’s better.’ Y/N smiled. She was feeling restless today. Waking up early, before everyone else. He skin felt too tight for an own body.

‘Y/N, why don’t you have a mate?’ Asked Tuk. Tuk loved asking question and Y/N loved answering them. Tuk was just as curious as her dad.

‘I haven’t found one yet my dear.’ She said, petting her head. Most Na’vi Y/N’s age were already mated, starting families and living happy lives. Y/N was a little unlucky, but she never doubted Eywa and her plans for her. She knew that somewhere there was a prefect mate waiting just for her, and she would know when she smelled them.

‘Maybe your nose is broken.’ Chuckled Tuk. ‘Maybe.’ Nodded Y/N.`

…

‘Spider, baby, go to bed.’ Y/N said, stroking his head. He looked up at her and smiled, eyes full of love.

‘Can you tell me another story, mama?’ she smiled, he only called her that when they were alone, not wanting other Na’vi to hear.

‘Not tonight darling. I’m going out to fly with Ra’i.’ She spoke.

‘But Jake said we are not supposed to leave after the eclipse, especially not alone.’ He said, worry in his eyes.

‘I know darling, but Eywa is calling me, I can feel it. I need to fly. You know I know the forest like the back of my hand.’ She said, convincing him.

‘Alright, be careful.’

‘I will. Just don’t tell anyone okay?’ he nodded, while she got up.

‘Good night baby.’ Se hugged him and left their tent. Quickly getting to her Ikran and leaving their hideout in the hallelujah mountains.

As she flew through the sky her nose was filled with a delicious scent. It felt so familiar, if felt like home. And yet it was a very exiting smell, making shivers run down her spine, her ears twitching. Her heart was beating fast as she flew on Ra’i’s back. She followed her nose down to the frost, the scent was getting stronger and stronger. Soon she got of Ra’i, leaving her sitting on a thick branch in a tree. She slowly jumped down, landing on the soft forest floor. Everything she touched lit up, she smiled, her tail swishing behind her. She was absolutely in love with the forest.

While she walked deeper into the forest, her face was getting hot. She stopped, confused, touching her forehead. Feeling how hot she was getting. Her skin was covered is sweat, hands shaking, the scent filler her nose once more, she could almost taste is. It was sweet but spicy, prickling on her tongue. Her whole body shook, he eyes widening.

‘Mate!’ she gasped. Could it really be? Was she really smelling her mate? Did Eywa finally find her the right one? Her breath quickened even more; the sound of her heart filled her ears. She couldn’t keep walking. Was she in heat already? Just by smelling her mate. She wasn’t entirely sure, as she warped her tail around her own thigh. She felt the slick that started dripping from her core. Whimpering, she sat down by a tree. Pressing her back against the cool bark.

‘Mate...’ she called softly. Hoping he would find her as her state was getting worse. She felt like her whole body was on fire, limbs shaking uncontrollably.

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As Quaritch walked deeper and deeper into the frost, his body was getting hotter. Soon he got rid of his vest with all his grudges and his gun. Not even for a second did he think he would need them. He continued walking, breathing hard, he discarded of his tank top as well. He felt like his skin was on fire, even when the temperature dropped during the evening. Suddenly he heard a whimper, his ears twitched as he jumped over a branch, walking faster.

‘who’s there?’ he called out in English. Franticly looking around, trying the find the source of distress.

‘Mate!’ he heard a female voice cry in Na’vi. He had no clue what she said, but hearing her cries made him worry. His natural instinct to protect took over his body. And that’s when he spotted her. She was leaning against a tree, head back, panting.

His ears fell back, he felt an electric wave ripple through his body. She looked ethereal to him, like a goddess, waiting to devourer his soul. Her chest was rising rapidly, only a few neckless covered her round breasts. He slowed down, not wanting to scare her. Even though his body was screaming at him, to move, to get to her, to make her his, to protect her. He bit his lower lip to silence the deep breaths he was taking.

‘Are you okay? Princess?’ he spoke, just 3 meters away from her. Quickly her head whipped towards him, her yellow gaze piercing through him. For a second, she was surprised he didn’t speak Na’vi. He slowly took a step closer. She didn’t flinch, she wasn’t trying to get away from him. Her eyes didn’t leave his for a second, it was as if she was trying to read his mind, learn who he was just through his eyes. The air around them was intoxicating, Quaritch couldn’t stay away from her, it seemed like her body was calling him. So, he took one more step, getting on his knees in front of her.

‘Mate.’ She repeated in English now. She knew how to speak English, Grace thought her well. Quaritch felt his heart in his throat upon hearing her calling him mate. He wasn’t sure what it meant yet, but he definitely wanted to find out. She stared at him, noticing his clipped ears, she frowned. Who would do that to him? She didn’t dwell on in for too long since her heat has clouded her mind. She knew he was an avatar, his shoulders wider then any na’vi men. Her eyes followed the curve of his arms, his giant biceps, down to his hands. Five fingers. She bit her lip. She didn’t care that he wasn’t Na’vi, he was her mate. He was the one Eywa chose, and she will love him with every bit of her being no matter what. And so will he even if he had no idea yet.

‘I won’t hurt you.’ he said softly, lifting his hands into the air to show he was not holding a weapon. He wasn’t sure what took over him, all his training was forgotten. All he wanted was to get as close to her as she would let him. Nothing else matter to him. She smiled, she new he wouldn’t hurt her. Eywa decided their fait and brought them together. She trusted her wholeheartedly.

‘I know.’ She said voice shaky, she lifted her back, inching closer to him. Her heat was raging through her body, she wanted him desperately. But she knew she couldn’t rush their first meeting. There will be enough time to mate. He cocked his head, confused his ears stood up.

‘How do you know?’ He asked, frozen in place. The fire in his chest was growing by the minute. He never felt like this before, it was as If his own skin was too tight for his body. And only she could somehow safe him. She was so close to him; he couldn’t practically taste her. Her scent was floral and crisp, clinging to his body.

‘Because you are my mate.’ She explained, taking his hand and placing it on her heart. He could feel how fast it was beating, her skin was hot. He wanted to feel every inch of her body underneath his fingers.

‘I felt it here, that you were close. I could smell you.’ she said, he nodded. He as well has been following his nose, and this weird pull in his chest that led him to her. She smiled brightly at the fact that he felt the same. She put her own hand on his heart. Four fingers touching his shiny skin. His chest swelled with pride; this was his mate? This beautiful goddess, with wavy black hair that fell on her shoulders. Big bright eyes, and the most beautiful smile he has ever seen? It brought him extreme joy. He longed for her, he wanted to explore every little dot on her body, every freckle, every stripe of dark blue.

‘I’m Y/N L/N.’ she spoke, her hand still on his chest, feeling his hard muscles. She felt his heartbeat pick up even more. Y/N that name will be forever engraved into his soul.

‘I’m…’ he looked away, as if he was scared to tell her. She frowned, putting her other hand on his chin, lifting his gaze back up to her.

‘Miles…. Miles Quaritch.’ He breath heavily. His eyes filled with fear, pain and regret. She was shocked, but seeing all those emotions behind his eyes, she knew there was much more to his story then just the bad things she has heard. She knew that once they form a Tsaheylu she will understand everything.

‘Don’t worry.’ She smiled, ‘Eywa has decided.’ Her hands slid around his neck, and she pulled him into a kiss. He wasn’t strong enough to resist her. He felt every bit of his doubt leave his body, at least for now.

His body pressed against hers, as he pushed her against the tree. He deepened the kiss, parting his lips and slowly pushing his tongue in. She was moaning already, desperate for more. She waited so long for the prefect mate, and now that he was here, she couldn’t hold back.

‘Queue, give me…’ she said between kisses. He held her face in his hands, packing her lips lightly. He couldn’t believe what he has found deep in the forest. His whole body was filled with love, and hope and everything good. Not a drop of worry was left in him, he knew that with her by his side he could be finally happy.

‘Your braid.’ She repeated. He reached back a gave it to her. At the same time, she reached for hers.

‘Now we will from a bond, Tsaheylu.’ She explained, he just nodded. Waiting for what was to come. He knew na’vi used their braids for bonding with animals, but her wasn’t sure what would happened once they bond together.

‘We will be mated for life.’ She looked into his eyes, searching for hesitation of uncertainty. There was non, he was ready to give up everything for her, and so she held the ends of their Queues together. Slowly they tangled together, and both were hit with an electric shock. They hugged tightly, feeling every emotion, every memory that has ever passed through their bodies. They were one, Y/N felt everything Quaritch was experienced, she understood how he came back. She learned everything about him in just a matter of seconds. And so did he about her, he saw all the love she had, for him, for the kids of her tribe. All the longing and loneliness she felt all those years waiting for her mate.

‘I love you.’ he said, pulling her into another heated kiss. He was extremely overwhelmed, all he needed was her. Her heat and the bond were making his lose his mind.

‘Oel ngati kameie.’ She spoke. Quaritch kissed her neck, where her scent was the strongest. He licked and nipped at his skin. Pressing his face into it, he repeated ‘Oel ngati kameie.’ She smiled, tears filling her eyes. She wished for this moment to last forever.

‘Take me.’ she whimpered as he whipped away her happy tears. His hands slid down to her hips, he pulled her down. Lowering her into the soft grass slowly. Soon he was pushing her necklaces up, he uncovered her beautiful breasts. He just looked at them for a second, they were round, the nipples were slightly darker blue. He couldn’t help but touch them, swiping his thumbs over them both. Y/N whimpered, trembling.

‘Miles...’ She bit her lip, showing her cute fangs. His mouth was watering at the sight of her, almost naked, moaning his name. He took one nipple into his mouth, rolling his tongue over it. Y/N gripped his shoulders.

‘Fuck baby girl. You are so gorgeous.’ He whispered, licking over a nipple once more, before moving to the other one. He was kneeling between her legs; her hips were moving looking for friction while he sucked on her breasts.

‘I need you...’ she cried; head tipped back. He pressed his knee against her core. She gasped, digging her nails into her shoulders. He loved it, every little reaction she was giving him. She was falling apart in his hands, and she couldn’t be happier. He could feel how aroused she was, the bond revealed all her secrets to him.

‘Such a needy girl.’ He almost purred, pushing his thigh against her core. She was so wet, soaking through her loincloth and his cargo pants.

‘Please.’ She whimpered once more, grinding her hips faster. It felt like torture, she needed him to fill her up. To end the ache, she was feeling in her belly. To fill the void, she felt since she was old enough to mate. Oh, but how he loved seeing her fall apart underneath him.

Quickly he took off her loincloth. Revelling her wet pussy, it was blue like the rest of her skin. Slowly his fingers slid over her lips, pushing them open. Her core was more purple them blue, dripping wet waiting just for him. Her legs were shaking with anticipation, she looked down at him.

With eyes full of lust, he asked, ‘all this just for me?’ she nodded, her cheeks getting even hotter. If that was even possible at this point. He couldn’t wait any longer.

First, he kissed her soft belly, she held her breath. Gripping her thighs with both of his large hands, he pushed them apart even more. Slowly kissing lower and lower. Finally giving her clit a soft kiss. Y/N gasped; words stuck in her throat. She wanted to tell him how much she needed him, how much she ached for him. But she also wanted to saviour every second spent with him. He dipped his tongue between her folds, teasing her sweet nectar. His pupils widened, never in his life has he tasted something this good.

‘Miles.’ She cried, gripping his hair. He pushed her leg over his shoulder, allowing him more excess into her throbbing opening. It was leaking so much slick, her heat made her so ready for him. He clouding stop lapping up all her juices. All she could do was moan and take it.

‘Mine…’ he growled; this animalistic urge was taking over his body. He pushed his tongued deep inside of her, swirling is around. Then he went back up to her clit, swirling his tongue around it first. Then sucking on it lightly. His long fingers found her opening, slowly he pushed two of his fingers inside. He felt her walls tightening around him, he knew she was close. He started moving his fingers, curling them up. his tongue never leaving her clit, he licked it steadily. Just like that first of many orgasms rippled through her body, making her scream.

‘Ahhh…yesss….’ She closed her legs around his head, trembling. He kept licking long, slow stripes over her throbbing pussy. He could stay between her legs for hours, making her scream his name over and over again. But right now, his pants were extremely tight.

‘I need you, my mate.’ Said Y/N after coming back to her senses.

‘We must seal the bond!’ she breath hard, pulling him up to yet another passionate kiss. And who was he to not grant her, her wish? She kissed him hungerly, tasting her nectar on his tongue. She pushed his pants down while he kept sucking on her bottom lip. His fangs lightly pinching her skin, making her sign into the kiss. As his cock sprang free, he pulled away. He discarded of his cargo pants entirely, now kneeling completely naked in front of her. Her eyes twinkled as she looked at him, taking in all the hard muscled of his body. Her eyes ended on his leaking cock. She bit her lip, trying not to smile. He was extremely attractive; all hard muscle and he was hers only hers.

‘Like what you see, princess?’ He asked, smug at how longingly she stared at him. ‘Yes.’ She said, suddenly feeling adventures.

‘Come here baby.’ He said, and she did, on all fours she crawled to him until his cock was right in front of her face. She licked her lips as her eyes followed the tick blue vain.

‘Fuck baby the way you look at me.’ he gripped her hair pulling her face even closed, her breath fanning over his cock. She stuck out her tongue, licking the precum off his cock. He hummed, looking at her the whole time. She looked up at him, taking his tip into her mouth, sucking lightly.

‘Who is my dirty girl.’ He moaned, as she swirled her tongue around. She gripped the base of his thick cock, pumping is slowly.

‘I am.’ She smiled, licking a long strip from the base to the top. That’s when he lost all control. He pulled away, pushing her down again. She laid back as he towered over her. He pushed her legs open, inching closer. He rubbed his cock around her drenched pussy.

‘Fuck baby, can I?’ he asked, searching for her eyes, she smiled at him. Surprised that even after they connected their Queues, he asked her for permission. He knew she wanted him, but he had to hear it. To know for sure that someone really wanted him.

‘Yes! Make me yours, Miles.’ She said, placing her hands around his neck. He kissed her again, slowly pushing his cock into her. He was going so slow, too slow for her liking, but he didn’t want to hurt her. And since she was unmated, he assumed this was her first time. He could never hurt her. Y/N was in ecstasy, whimpering, as Miles pushed his cock deeper and deeper. Filling her up just how she needed. Her body screamed for him, for more.

‘More.’ She moaned, quickly getting used to his girth, thanks to all the slick provided by her heat. Miles started moving slowly, holding Y/N’s hips tight. While his old human self has slept with quit a few women, nothing compared to what he was feeling right now, with his mate. Burrow deep inside her, wet, hot, throbbing core. The bond between them grew stronger and Miles picked up his speed.

‘Feel so good! My mate! My Miles! Feel so full!’ Y/N was a babbling mess, completely lost in the pleasure and all the emotions she felt through the bond. He ran his hands over her whole body, hips snapping faster and faster. He wanted to engrave this moment into his mind. The way her back arched, how she closed her eyes, overwhelmed by the pleasure.

‘Cum for me princess, cum on my cock.’ He groaned as he felt her pussy tighten around him. And she did, his words brought her over the edge. Her pussy leaking around his cock, he picked her legs up. Changing the angle, so he could fuck deeper into her. Just like that his cock hit the right spot, making her cry out louder. They couldn’t care if they woke the whole forest, this was about them. He kept hitting her sweet spot, he legs shook uncontrollably. She was going to cum soon again and this time, he wouldn’t hold back.

‘Fell me up!’ she sobbed, feeling yet another orgasm rip thought her body. That was all it took for him. He tipped over the edge, emptying his load deep inside of her. For a split second he thought of her with a round belly, full with his baby. He smiled, kissing her glistening face. Slowly he scooted her up, his cock still deep inside of her. He laid down, holding her close to his chest.

‘I see you. Y/N.’ he breathed, running his hand through her damp hair.

‘I see you, Miles Quaritch.’ She said, smiling, her life was finally complete.

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Baby It's Cold Outside - Vinny Mauro College AU Smut

A/N: So I know I said no requests posted until Fridays and Saturdays but I am so excited about this one, I absolutely love it. It may be my best smut story to date at almost 6,000 words! So I decided to post it early because I am too excited and can't wait to share it! The request was literally just Vinny Christmas Smut, and while this doesn't touch a lot on Christmas it is where my mind went. Hope you enjoy!!

God damnit, you groan in your head as you trudge through the cold weather towards the house of your classmate. Of course Vinny would skip one of the final classes before winter break, making your teacher ask you to take the assignment to him… meaning you had to walk out in the cold, and had to do it this morning before the storm hit.

Truthfully you could have done it last night but you just didn’t want to, preferring to return to your dorm room so that you could sulk about the task you are currently doing in your head. You’re hoping that the rest of the guys he lives with are gone already, so you only have to deal with him, but who knows. You honestly were shocked when you found out he hasn’t left to go home for the holiday yet, he is extremely close to his family. Yet another reason for you to be jealous of him, but you would never admit that.

You finally walk up the sidewalk to the house, knocking on the door. You don’t expect him to answer right away given it is only 10 in the morning, and any usual college student would still be sleeping in at this point in the day on a day of no classes. So when the door opens almost immediately you are almost caught off guard, to be met with Vinny standing there, tousled hair from sleep and a smile on his face.

“Hi, I was sent to give you the homework you missed. Because Prof decided you needed to be miserable over Christmas break.”

Apparently you shouldn’t have said that, because Vinny immediately laughs, his bright grin on his face while you try to dampen the emotions in your chest that it made you feel, reminding yourself that he doesn’t like you in that way. Bringing yourself back down to earth not focusing on how attractive he looks right now.

“Thank you, why don’t you come in for a moment before you get too cold. Have a cup of coffee in thanks for bringing this all the way here for me,” he offers, stepping aside so that you could step inside the house around him, his voice still rough from sleep.

You slowly step inside, taking in the warmth that your body was craving and letting your eyes wander around the empty and clean house that he shares with his band that they’ve formed. Last time you were here was for a party where a window was broken by Ryan while playing a dumb game and people were everywhere, a moment that had you too close to Vinny that you are praying he was too drunk to remember.

“Where is everyone else?” You ask curiously, not taking off your coat or boots to give the wrong impression that you were going to get comfortable.

“They all left already for the holidays, I was the last one to get a flight that leaves in a few days unfortunately.”

Oh, so it was just the two of you alone. You tried your best to look normal, unfazed by this revelation despite the fact that you are currently nervous being in such close proximity, worried that your crush that you have been hiding for years is going to break through. Though you had to admit it was painful, the fact you have waited for years hoping that he would notice you but he never did. You were still boring old y/n from highschool, despite the fact you are now in college together. You have always just been friends, and you accepted that years ago unfortunately. Nothing has changed through the years except he somehow got hotter than is fair, more than any other guys your age, but that is besides the point.

With you lost in your mind it gave Vin a chance to watch you, trying to figure out what he did wrong. Ever since that party a few weeks ago things have been different between both of you, you giving him the cold shoulder most of the time, and he can’t even remember what he did. He noticed you looked stiff, but didn’t want to ask what you we’re thinking about and scaring you off like he has always been good at.

“Come on, let's get coffee,” he offered, moving to lead you towards the kitchen but noticing that you hadn’t moved.

Truthfully, you are trying to figure out what your excuse to leave can be, wanting to head out the door and never come back, not able to ignore the clear edge in his voice. He didn’t seem upset though, in fact something a bit more was in his gaze, even if he seemed friendly, not on guard.

“I’m serious, you have to be freezing, it is damn near below zero and windy because of the storm moving in. You’re still shivering and have your coat on. I can even loan you a cup to take it in if you want to leave that bad but I would rather you at least come in and warm up some,” he says, giving you a warm smile. Hoping to coax you into staying for at least a little bit, so he can pick your brain, figure out what he did to upset you so much.

Damn him, now you can’t leave without looking like a jerk, he is being so friendly it would look bad if you said no. And truthfully as cold as you are coffee does sound nice right about now.

“Sure,” you say. “I could use some heat, but I want to get out of here and to my dorm before this storm officially hits.”

The tension in the air disappears as you follow him into the kitchen. You watch as Vinny pours you a cup when suddenly you hear the wind pick up, the lights flickering in the house and you panic. This was not good at all. The weatherman said the snow storm wasn’t going to be here until tomorrow and now it is hitting early, you never would have left your house if you knew it would hit early.

“Should we be worried?” You ask, you hate storms of any kind and the lights flickering makes you anxious, worried that the lights will go out and that you will be stuck here, you don’t want that.

“The house doesn’t always like wind and storms, especially as windy as it is getting. Cream and Sugar for your coffee, correct?” He says, deflecting your question, trying to distract you because he remembers how much you hate storms.

“Yes please, so anyways should we be worried?” You ask again, watching him pull some creamer out and pour it into your cup and adding a little sugar before handing it back to you with a smile, hoping that it was correct. Watching your expression when you take the first sip, hoping that you enjoy it.

“Good?”

“It is good, thank you,” you say with a smile, taking another sip as you close your eyes to take in the warmth from the cup before you glance at him with a stern look. “Okay now stop distracting me please, I want you to answer my question.

You meet his eyes, watching his reaction closely as he goes to answer, but as he does the house goes dark, like something has been pulled over the windows as the power goes out. You glance out the windows and notice that it is dumping snow, suddenly anxious at the weather change.

“Fuck, that actually just happened. Thank god you got here before it suddenly hit,” he says, giving you a nervous look before helping you to the couch and pulling his phone out of his pocket to pull the weather up. “They’re talking about downed wires and power outages, that we need to stay inside. Guess you are stuck with me for now. Thank god we have the fireplace and a lot of wood in here, I will get that going.”

Vinny says before scurrying off, getting started at lighting the fireplace so that the two of you have some heat, even if it isn’t a lot it will be enough for you both as you watch him, your nerves growing as you listen to the wind howl.

He gets it going and then walks off, before returning with a thick blanket for you, laying it over your lap before starting to light some candles that he found, bringing a little more light to the room around you. “I’m going to grab some blankets to insulate the house as much as I can, fill the gaps under the door and windows. Want to help?” He asks.

You get up and help him do that, to help prevent the cold air from making its way into the house that is already getting cooler, both of you somewhat miserable in the rest of the house and letting out a sigh when you sit on the couch, pulling the blanket over both of you.

It is now that it hits you that you are stuck here with Vinny, sitting closely to him on the couch. You try to ignore the fact your stomach is in knots, you aren’t sure if it is nerves because of the storm or because you are so close to him right now… or maybe it is both.

“Hey, I know storms freak you out. How are you feeling?” His voice startled you, but you quickly relaxed into the warmth of the blanket.

“Uhh a little cold, but alright I think. At least I am not stuck weathering the storm alone in the dorm,” you say softly, trying not to let out just how cold or freaked out you actually are at the moment.

“Shit, you are cold,” he says the second his hand rests on yours to comfort you, able to tell it is bothering you more than you are letting on. “Stand up for a second, I will move the couch closer to the fireplace.”

You do as he asks, watching as he moves it closer to the fireplace before both of you settle on it again. This time he sits a lot closer to you, pulling you into his side without a word, you know you are blushing at this.

“This will help keep you warm, if you are okay with this,” he says sheepishly, realizing that he probably shouldn’t have just done that, hoping that you aren’t mad.

You nod, not responding as you sigh contently, curling up next to him and taking advantage of his body heat. Truthfully, he only did this so he could be close to you, wanting to feel your touch, but he wouldn’t admit that out loud. He adjusted to pull you onto his lap, letting you soak in his body heat that he is sharing while your face is pressed into his neck.

“Thank you, this is…. Nice,” you say shyly, glad he can’t see the look on your face as you are probably blushing again. You are gladly going to take advantage of this, it’ll haunt your dreams for months to come. You move, your hands resting on his arms, making him jump.

“Fuck, you are freezing. Why are you like this,” he says, shivering slightly at your cold touch, making you giggle.

“I don’t know, I just always have cold hands. I’m sorry,” you say softly, moving to pull them away but his hands rest on yours, holding them to him.

Neither of you say much for awhile, just basking in the warmth from the fireplace while curled up together under the blankets. Eventually a hand is in your hair, gently stroking it, letting it run between his fingers for several moments, making you sigh and lean into him more, enjoying the gentle touches. He hears your quiet sigh in his ear and continues, enjoying the fact that he can tell just how sensitive you are to his touch.

“You’re sensitive there… Where else?” He asks you, you are almost able to hear the smile in voice as you try not to answer, not wanting to give him the satisfaction. You also are not wanting to admit this to him in fear that he will stop touching you, and you are enjoying it, even if it is only your hair too much to let him stop.

He takes your silence as his permission to keep going and slowly slides his hand down the side of your neck before settling close to your collarbone, gently stroking it while trying to gauge your reaction. Satisfied when you let out a soft moan, letting him know that you are enjoying his touch right now, more than you probably should when he is barely touching you.

“You are a mess huh,” he says lowly, continuing to lightly run his fingers along your collarbone, teasing you, wanting to draw more sounds out of you. “I can keep touching you if you want, doesn’t have to be anything naughty, just this.”

You want to be alarmed, want to say no and fight him off when his hands move down, roving your covered hips and thighs briefly before returning to rub circles along your neck, happy that you are now leaning into his touch. He is pretty sure he knows your answer even if you won’t say it out loud.

“I- I mean I guess. It was… it felt good. But won’t this change things between us?” You ask, embarrassed at everything that is currently taking place. To be admitting that the man is barely touching you and you are already thoroughly enjoying it.

“I think things changed at the party, don’t you? Can I ask you a question about that night?” he asks you, hands leaving soothing circles against your lower back. Trying to keep you relaxed enough that you won’t try to run when he asks what he wants to ask.

You nod, him feeling the movement against his neck where you still have your face nestled, glad he couldn’t see how much you were blushing.

“Would you have actually slept with me that night if Rick didn’t walk into the room?” He asks, his hands moving to your hair again as his nails lightly move across your scalp, the feeling almost distracting you from his question, you trying to think of the best answer you could come up with. When you don’t answer him in the time frame he feels like waiting he lightly pulls on your hair, making you gasp.

“I asked you a question y/n, don’t be rude and ignore it.”

“I-I don’t know, maybe?” You mumble, embarrassed that he is asking you this. That he is bringing up that night again. That you are being forced to think about the night you shamelessly kissed him while drunk and it led to more between the two of you… and the fact that you fled the second you got the chance when Rick accidentally walked in on both of you.

“You don’t have to be so shy, you can admit that you would have. It’s only us here and I think you are just as into me as I have been into you for years at this point,” he says cockily, knowing that you are getting anxious and will want to end this conversation.

He distracts you by moving his hands down the back of your neck, trailing along the soft skin with light pressure, trying to work the tension out of your body as his hands slowly work on it. Wanting to relax you, to make you comfortable with him.

“Okay, so I do have a crush on you. But I can’t say yes for sure because I-well I’ve never done that before so I don’t know if I would have agreed or not that night,” you admit, somehow feeling safe and comfortable in his arms, with him, to admit to him that you are a virgin despite being in college now and aren’t sure what you want or wanted that night.

“Okay, now it is my turn to be caught off guard. I didn’t expect that to be what was holding you back. I shouldn’t have asked, I’m sorry,” he says softly, worried that he embarrassed you too much and made you uncomfortable, if he made you admit to a secret that you weren’t ready to share with anyone.

Neither one of you speaks as he continues to lightly rub your neck, something that you feel like you should not be enjoying but you are. You are enjoying his hands on you much more than you probably should, and the way he gets you to shift every so often on his lap is making him a little harder than he feels like he should be right now. Worried you will notice it and it will bother you that he is.

“Is this okay,” he asks, reaching for the zipper of your hoodie that you have on, hoping that you will let him remove it. When it hit you what you were asking you said sure, pulling away from him a little so that he could do so, letting him slide it off your shoulders.

He slips his hands under your thighs for a moment so he can move you, your back now against his chest as you lean into him, into his touch and warmth as he settles his hands against your now exposed collarbone, running his hand over it gently as he continues to lightly touch you. His goal now is to make you enjoy his touch, make you crave it and possibly allow him to touch you elsewhere, get you to recognize that you enjoy it.

His fingers brush over your throat as he moves to your other collarbone, making you quite aware of where his hand is. You breathe in, and hope that he can’t feel it, that you are aware that if he barely moved he would be able to choke you, something that you don’t feel should be such an arousing thought to you but it is. But he does realize what the barely there touch just did to you and settles his hand at the base of your throat, not applying any pressure but rather lightly stroking it with his thumb as he feels you take a couple shaky breaths. Praying that he can’t see the more than likely flushed look on your face, the half closed aroused look on your face because you don’t want him to know what he is doing to you right now.

“You still good?” He asks, checking in on you with a low chuckle. He knows that you are, can tell by how you are shifting and breathing but he wants to hear you say it.

“Great,” you say softly, regretting the word choice that you just used. You don’t want to come across desperate despite the fact that is how you feel at the moment.

“I’m glad, tell me if you want me to stop.”

His hands start to slide down, lightly gliding over your breasts, making you gasp slightly but his hands keep going, settling on your stomach while he lets out a chuckle.

“It’s just us, you don’t have to hold anything in. Please don’t, let me hear what I am doing to you,” he whispers in your ear, his hands settling on your hips.

His fingers lightly digging into the soft flesh there, rubbing circles just barely under your shirt as you continue to try and hide how you are feeling, not wanting him to stop but also still not willing to show just how much you are enjoying this, enjoying him. When the hell had you gotten so warm, maybe it was a bad idea to let him move the couch up closer to the fireplace.

Before too long his hands settle on your lower back, between the two of you. Firming massaging your tight muscles there, trying to work out all your anxiety you are holding, because again, he wants you relaxed, enjoying this. He wants to enjoy having his hands on you, getting to worship your body as much as you will allow him because he doesn’t know if you will ever give him this chance again, and even if you will he now knows that this is your first time doing anything like this and wants you to enjoy it, not feel used at all.

His hands slowly work there way up as he feels you continue to slowly unwind under his touch, now much closer to your ribcage when they slide back to your front, teasing you right under where your bra sits, trying to gauge if he is allowed to keep going or not. Judging on how you sighed into his touch and leaned into him he is pretty sure that you are allowing this.

You stiffen slightly when you lean back into him, you are able to feel how hard he is against you, but quickly relax again, and shift yourself against him slightly because while you haven’t done much you have read plenty and are confident that he will hopefully enjoy it.

“Sorry,” he says sheepishly, slightly embarrassed that you noticed, worried that it will make you retreat back into yourself, but it doesn’t.

“I don’t know what you are talking about,” you say softly, playing dumb. And while you know that he isn’t stupid and that he knows that you know why he’s apologizing, you felt that would be easier. To ignore it and pretend that you aren’t aware of what is happening with him, because honestly you are too far gone at this point, he could do just about anything he wants to with you and you would let him.

The tension between the two of you finally snapped, him urging you to turn back towards him and the second you do his lips are on yours. Moving against your own urgently, wanting nothing more than to feel you closer to him as you now straddle his lap, your own arms around his neck as you lightly move your hips against his own.

One of his hands is still under your shirt as he slowly slips it off of you, his hand starting to slowly ease the cup of your bra out of his way before he gives up and unhooks it with his other hand, giving himself more room to touch you. To lightly squeeze and palm your breast underneath the cup of your bra, holding back his own groan when he hears you lightly moan against his lips. His fingers move so that they can lightly rub over our nipple, feeling it harden almost immediately from his touch. He hesitantly slides the straps off his arms, going slowly so that you have time to stop him if you want to, but you don’t.

He pulls his lips away from yours, looking at your face as he continues to toy with your nipple between his fingers, trying to read your face, loving the flushed cheeks and half lidded eyes that he sees.

“You’re so sensitive. Has anyone ever touched you like this?” He asks, face moving to your neck as he begins to lightly kiss and suck on the sensitive skin there while he moves his hand to your other breast, giving it the same attention as you continue to move your hips, now seeking that friction between both of you.

“N-no,” you whimper, trying hard to keep your composure and failing, it is so hard to focus with his lips in such a sensitive place and his hands teasing you so much. You never expected to enjoy any of this so much and now that you are, well it’s making it hard to think, all your reservations now slowly slipping.

His hands slowly move, now slipping down your torso towards your waist, leaving more teasing and light touches right above the waistband of your jeans, dipping barely under it before slipping back out while his lips find yours again.

“Can I take your jeans off?” He asks you in between kisses as he slowly moves, laying your back down against the couch while he leans over the top of you, aching to touch you, to feel how wet he has made you.

You tense at his words and he immediately notices, pulling his hand away to settle on your cheek, stroking your jaw lightly as he pulls his lips away from yours, making you look at him.

“We don’t have to keep going, again, this is whatever you are comfortable with.” He says gently, eyes meeting yours as he tries to give you a reassuring smile, one that slightly worked.

“Jeans can come off, but I- I don’t think I am ready to go all the way, so panties are staying on please,” you answer, hoping that he won’t be upset with you.

“I can work with that,” he says gently, moving so that he can slip his own off, kicking them off his foot while you slowly slip out of your own.

You watch as he removes his own shirt too before he settles back over you, bringing his lips to yours again, much softer than before, as if he was trying to reassure you that everything is going to be alright, that he isn’t upset that you aren’t willing to completely go there yet.

His hand slowly slips down between both of you while you held your breath, unsure what to think, embarrassed because you know that you are soaked and he is going to feel it, know just how much of an effect his hands are having on you.

His eyes go wide when he finally settles his fingers over your covered slit, moving lightly against it, able to feel how damp your panties are under his touch, incredibly turned on by the fact he has made you this way. He slowly moves them to the side so that he can actually touch you, feeling your arousal on his skin as he lightly moves his fingers between your folds, coating them before using one to circle your clit, making you suck in a sharp breath.

“Fuck,” he groans softly, pulling away so that he can look at your face, taking note of how you seem to be a permanent shade of red at this point, and enjoying that you are.

His attention returns to his hand where it is down below, now really starting to work his fingers against your clit, giving you more pleasure than you have thought imaginable. This is definitely much better than when you get yourself off in your bed at night, it feels so much better. You don’t try to hide your moan when it slips out of your lips, encouraging him more.

Your hands winding into his hair as you pull his lips to your own again, you honestly don’t think you can get enough of them at this point. Of his lips on yours, swallowing all your sounds as he drags you closer and closer to the edge, making you question why you never let him do this sooner.

When he finally pulls you over the edge your whole body tenses for a moment, your back arching and pressing your chest into his as you come undone at the hands of someone else for the first time. He pulls his lips away from yours again so he can watch you as you do, the sight more arousing than any of the porn he has ever watched, than any of the other women he has been with before.

When you relax under his touch he leaves a couple gentle kisses on your lips, wanting you to feel comfortable and able to tell that he cares about how you are doing as you both smile at each other as your chest heaves from your heavy breaths as you come back down.

You don’t say a word as you push on his shoulder, urging him off of you before you glance at him, shy but determined. Feeling a new sort of confidence as you want to return the favor, want to make him enjoy himself too.

“Lay down Vin, please,” you ask him shyly, hoping that he listens and allows you to do this without questioning you. He looks at you for a second, reading your face before speaking.

“You don’t have to touch me you know,” he says softly, wanting to make sure you don’t feel forced into anything. While you appreciate this, and find it incredibly sweet you still want to return the favor.

“I know, but please?” you ask again, watching as he processes your question and lays back, his back against the cushions of the couch as he listens.

You slowly move the band of his boxers down, watching as his length springs free from its confines before you hesitantly wrap your hand around it, barely gripping it as you move your hand up and down, stroking him gently. You’re assuming that you are doing this right based on the groan that leaves his lips as he watches you, egging you on to continue your touch.

His hand wraps around yours, encouraging you to grip him tighter before letting it go, letting you continue on your own as he throws his head back for a moment, almost unbelieving that this is happening right now, but it is.

He moves to watch you again, seeing you gain confidence as he grows closer and closer from your touch, before he finally finishes his cum decorating your pretty hand while you watch his face for a moment, looking away the second his eyes meet yours, embarrassed.

“Hey, don’t be shy with me now. Let me go grab something to clean your hand up, yeah?” He asks, sitting up and giving you a soft kiss before walking away, returning with a towel and a shirt for you to slip on after you are both cleaned up as you both sit in the awkward silence for a moment, watching the fire. You can tell he is thinking something, but you aren’t sure what.

“What’s wrong,” you ask him quietly, turning to look at him.

“Don’t worry about it, it is nothing bad, promise,” he says softly. “Just stupid shit.”

“It’s not stupid if it is bothering you Vin,” you respond, reaching out to lightly rub his arm, wanting him to be open with you as you just were with him.

“I’m worried I fucked up by doing this, because I gladly would do it again but would you? I feel like I pressured you into it,” he admits, refusing to meet your gaze as he continues watching the fire.

“You asked more than once if I wanted you to stop, and I didn’t. And you were right, things changed at the party a few weeks ago between us and no matter how much I want to deny that I can’t. You were sweet, making sure that I was alright the entire time, and even if I wanted to I can’t deny I’ve wanted more between us for a while,” you respond, somehow having a new found confidence after everything. Maybe it is just because you have seeing him unhappy, unsure of himself but you felt the need to reassure him, to let him know just how you feel about him even if you are risking him feeling the same.

“It has always been you y/n, since we were stupid kids in highschool until now. I guess mauve I should have told you sooner but it’s true,” he says, now turning towards you. Hoping you can tell that he is telling you the truth, that you are happy with the truth.

“Really?” you ask with a slight smile, unable to help yourself when it spreads across your face.

“Yes, now if you don’t mind I want to kiss you until you ask me to stop, until this blizzard stops and we can’t anymore,” he says with a smile. “How long was this even supposed to go on?”

“A couple days, so we may wind up stuck here for Christmas unfortunately,” you respond softly, a little disappointed that you might not be home for the holiday, it didn’t hit you until just now when you two started talking about the storm again.

“Well, good thing we have enough wood for a few days, and we just may wind up having our first Christmas together in the process. And that gives me plenty of time to enjoy this” he says, pulling you into him so that he could kiss you again, making you giggle.

“I guess so.”

#motionless in white #fanfiction #vinny mauro #bree sucks at fanfiction #motionless in white imagine #vinny mauro x reader smut #vinny mauro x reader #vinny mauro fanfiction #vinny mauro fic #vinny mauro imagine #vinny mauro smut #vinny mauro fluff #vinny x reader #vinny mauro fanfic #Vinny

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thefuturemrssamkerr · 1 year

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The FA Cup Final

masterlist

word count - 1k

“What time are you going to be at the game?”

You glanced over at your wife, Sam, as she sat on her side of your shared bed as the two of you got ready for bed that evening.

You placed your phone on the bedside table and when you finished setting up an alarm, you crawled over to her and laid your head on her shoulder. “— it starts at two thirty, right?”

When you saw her nod her head, you continued on speaking. “So me and Joey will try and aim to get to Wembley just before two, so we can see the warm up.”

Joey was you and Sam’s almost three year old son. You had decided to go through with your IVF journey just after your honeymoon to the Maldives.

The first two rounds failed but in the third round, you got pregnant with your son and your lives have been the happiest of days ever since he graced the planet.

Third time lucky some may say.

You had decided to name him Joey Albert Kerr.

When you were pregnant, your wife had always called him her little Joey, due to her home country.

When you found out that you were having a little boy, Sam would call him her little Joey, her little kangaroo.

So when he was born, and you both saw his perfect little face for the first time, the name Joey, simply stuck.

“You’ll be cheering me on,”Sam nudged her face closer to yours lips brushing against the cupid's bow on your face. “Right?”

You smirked as you pressed a kiss to her lips. “— we’ll be yelling the loudest, you won’t be able to miss us.”

Sam had left early in the morning to head to the pick up point where the other team members would be getting picked up, so that meant you were stuck with getting Joey ready.

After his morning bath, the two of you were now sitting in his room, on the carpeted floor in front of his wardrobe as you got him changed into his football kit.

“Alright, arms up, lovie,”You held the shirt in your hands as you watched him lift his arms up above his head, and slipped the shirt over his head smoothly.

Once the shirt was situated on his body, you smoothed down his brown hair that had become slightly dishevelled due to the friction of the shirt.

You pulled the little boy onto your lap, and pressed a few kisses to his baby chin cheeks, emitting laughs from his lips.

He was clad in wearing a kiss version of the Chelsea kit, the shorts, the socks and even some toddler football boots.

Instead of having his name on the back of the , he had ‘𝙼𝚄𝙼𝙼𝚈’ and number ‘𝟸𝟶’ on the back.

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You had arrived at Wembley just before two o'clock like you promised your wife and was escorted to the family stand where everyone else’s friends and loved ones were sitting.

Throughout the entire game, your nerves were skyrocketing.

Manchester United were definitely the better team, they had scored goals in the first minute but it had thankfully been disallowed for being offside which meant a huge weight had been lifted off your shoulders.

Overall, the Red Devils had been the better team.

Twenty minutes into the first half, little Joey had fallen asleep on the lap of one of his moms teammates.

Millie Bright was the chosen lap.

He had little ear protectors over his ears, and his thumb was in his mouth, a habit that you and the misses definitely needed to break soon.

He had stayed asleep right up until the 60th minute, and had woken up to see his mommy score in the 68th minute.

Joey was sitting on your lap when Sam hit the back of the net, you jumped up in your seat, holding him on your hip as you jumped up and down on the floor, cheering, he was cheering as well, head thrown back as he pointed at the field.

“Flip, mama,”Joey pointed to the field where he watched his mum perform a backflip, her signature celebration for occasions like this. “— mama, flip!”

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Chelsea were officially three time FA Cup champions.

When the final whistle had been blown, the Chelsea fans were in hysterics at the final result, cheers coming from every direction as they all jumped with joy.

When the trophy celebration was taking place, all the family of the team had been escorted to the pitch, so that they could celebrate the victory as a family.

Your feet hit the pitch, and you were walking over to Guro Reiten when the toddler in your arms startled squirming to get down.

You settled him down on the floor, and watched as he began running off in the other direction, you squint your eyes but smiled hugely when you saw who he was running to.

His mommy.

“Mommy!”

Sam turned round upon hearing the voice of her little one and crouched down when she saw him running to her.

She accepted him in her arms and settled him on her hip as she pressed butterfly kisses to the top of his nose over and over again. “— m’little kangaroo!”

“You won, mommy!”Joey cheered, wrapping his arms around her neck and hugging her tightly.

Sam laughed, and hugged him just as tight. “I did, did you see mommy do her flip?”

You approached the conversation when you heard her ask the question and used your left hand to push some of her brown hair away from her face that had become dishevelled during the game.

“He most certainly did see you do the flip,”you nodded your head, resting your head on the shoulder of your wife. “— it was his favourite part,”

Sam smiled and turned around so that you were facing each other.

She unwrapped an arm that was resting around your son to take ahold of your hand. “You know what my favourite part was?”

“No?”you tilted your head to the side, watching as she smirked at you lovingly.

“Seeing the two of you in the stands, cheering me on,”She answered, leaning forward to press a kiss to your lips. “— it made me love the two of you even more, which I didn’t think was possible.”

God, you were lucky to have her.

#Sam Kerr imagine #Sam Kerr x reader #Sam Kerr fluff #Sam Kerr angst #sam kerr #Chelsea women #Chelsea ladies #the fa cup #women’s super league #mum!samkerr

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oh-dameron · 1 year

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Noodling on an "Oops! Back In Time!" story idea where the Straw Hats sail through a Grand Line anomaly or whatever and wake up as they were about thirteen years in the past.

Robin is seventeen, still on the run in West Blue. She'd wake up, run down the list of her nakama to decide who needs help first: Franky and Jimbe are grown men already, they're fine, they can handle themselves. The East Blue crew are all little kids. To the best of her knowledge the tragedies that shaped their lives haven't happened yet and won't for a while. They're safe for now.

Chopper is a baby reindeer, probably hasn't eaten his fruit yet. Brook is currently unreachable to her, without a ship or a crew, but Franky is right there in Water 7 with a fleet of battleships that he needs to get rid of before they can be used to frame Tom. Maybe she can assume he'll take care of it.

Sanji is still in Germa kingdom. He's not safe at all.

Robin, who only looks seventeen, pulls out her mad skills as a spy and top-tier pirate and member of the actual Revolutionary Army and hustles to North Blue in record time, snapping necks and serving cunt the whole way. She infiltrates the fuck out of Germa 66 and is on the palace flagship before you can say Security Clearance. Robin's not stupid enough to dangle the poneglyphs or the Ancient Weapons in front of Judge: that's a carrot he would never stop chasing. No, she claims to have details of Vegapunk and Caesar's work on artificial devil fruits, counting on spite to get her through. It does. Robin was at Punk Hazard and Dressrosa and Wano: she knows enough details to make it plausible, and she's a trained academic to boot. She can make it sound right, even if it's not her field, even if it's made-up nonsense that will hopefully have Judge chasing his own tail for years.

Meanwhile, every night she's sending eyes and ears all over the palace looking for the missing third prince. Officially, the kingdom is still in mourning for the double tragedy of losing their Queen and one of the princes in quick succession. Robin cannot find any trace of grief in Judge or his remaining children, even when she's invited to dine with the royal family (there are still two empty chairs at the table, and she's ushered into one of them as though it was nothing. Luckily, she's had decades of keeping calm in the face of casual brutality to perfectly hone her poker face).

It doesn't take her long to find the stairs going down, down into the dark. And there's a dungeon at the bottom, a barred cell containing an eight-year old child who looks so much smaller than his brothers. He's covered in bruises and there's a metal horror wrapped around his head and casual brutality be damned, there are two wolves inside Robin right now and one of them wants to sit down and weep and the other one wants to snap Judge's neck and then tear this castle down brick by brick. Except. Tiny Sanji is doing a one-handed handstand in the middle of his cell. It's a bit wobbly, and he tumbles off-balance when he sees her, but there's nothing wobbly about the smile on the little she can see of his face when he runs to her.

"Robin-chwan!" he chirps, hugging her through the bars. "I knew I couldn't be the only one who came back! I'm so lucky to be rescued by such a dashing lady!" He peers at her through the helmet, eyes huge and blue and earnest. "You got here so fast! Who else is with you? Are you OK?"

And it's just so Sanji, who knows as well as she does where the rest of the crew is-better, probably-to think that she'd go to anyone else before coming here. As though his problems could wait while everyone else is taken care of first.

"Now that I've found you I'm quite alright, Sanji. The crew is just you and me for now, but I'm sure we'll soon change that."

He does a little spin of delight at having her all to himself, and it's the simple glee of a small child spending time with a favourite person. Robin smiles, and retrieves the keys, and holds his tiny hand all of the way out of the castle as he chatters about how amazing she is and who they'll go to find next. They sail away, leaving the palace in flames behind them.

#once tiny sanji gets Prison Fit it's all over for you bozos #nico robin #one piece #sanji #one piece sanji #black leg sanji #blackleg sanji #Germa 66 #demon child #ficlet #t minus 13 AU

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somethingthing · 2 years

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“I came back, didn’t I?”

Daryl Dixon x reader

Warnings: Some angst and suggestive language, implied smut towards the end, but mostly fluff

Word count: 927

A/n: I’m back after like two months and THANK YOU for over 50 followers!! <3 So um I started watching TWD for the first time six days ago, I’m already on season 4. I absolutely love Daryl and have another fic on my mind that I might write about him already. (Also I’m terribly sorry for my poor attempt at his accent)

Daryl had gotten back to camp right in time, with Merle close by. As happy as you were having Daryl back, the thought of Merle sleeping under the same roof as the people you now called family was alarming. But for Daryl’s sake you pushed that thought aside, he had found his brother and you were happy for him, still you couldn’t help but to show concern.

“Carol is right you know, Merle might be your brother, but don’t let him treat you like shit, cause that what he does most of the time” you leaned against the doorframe of the cell, Daryl was laying on his bed, resting his head against the wall.

“I know she is, but Merle is still muh blood” he sounded tired, no, he sounded exhausted. You stepped in, closing the door and pulling the makeshift curtain shut behind you. The group had decided that it was best, mostly for some noise canceling to not wake Judith as easily, but everyone was happy to get some privacy as well.

You made your way over to the bed, for the time being you just sat on the side of it “Most of the group is sleeping, I think at least, haven’t heard much, best we keep our voices down” you gave him a soft smile and patted his leg.

“Are you just gonna sit there or get in?” He looked at you with a smirk. Lord Daryl, don’t do that to me “Come here” He reached his arms out to pull you down on top of him, but you got up, leaving him with a confused look.

“I’m not sleeping next to you when you have that vest on, the leather feels awful” you meant it, you’d fallen asleep on it once before and woke up with a red cheek and marks all over it “And take your shoes of, I don’t understand how you can sleep with them on” He does it to be ready in case of an attack, you knew that but pretend otherwise.

“Hell, if ya want me naked, just say so” his smirk grew wider, but he did as told. He got up and threw off his jacket. The boots he was hesitant about but got them off as well. You slipped yours off along with your own jacket, but that was it. Tonight you were both too exhausted for anything more than just laying in each other’s arms.

The bed was small and usually you would move up to sleep on the top bed, but not tonight. He pulled you in, laying you almost completely on top of him, resting your head on his chest.

It was weird with Daryl, before the beginning of the end you had never felt this comfortable with anyone. Never felt as if you could just relax with someone else like this, but here you were. Laying on top of a 40 something year old man, in an abandoned prison during a zombie apocalypse, feeling more safe and relaxed than ever.

But something was chewing at you, ruining the peace you felt, it was like a weight you couldn’t shake off, no matter how hard you tried. Lost in thought you hadn’t noticed Daryl talking “What’s bothering ya, hmm?” His voice was low and seemed raspier than ever.

You bit the inside of your cheek, thinking it over in your head one last time before you spoke “Were you actually just gonna leave? I get that Merle is your brother and that he is important, but you were just going to leave the group like that? Leave me like that?” When the group got back and Rick told that Daryl had gone with Merle you wanted to scream. Sure you weren’t officially dating, but the thought of him just getting up and leaving without saying good bye made your whole body hurt.

He didn’t say anything at first so you hugged him tighter and did your best to not let tears fall. Then he shifted a bit to look at you “I ain’t leaving ya, ye hear that?” He let his hand stroke your hair “I came back, didn’t I?”

“You wouldn’t have had to come back if you never left in the first place” you blurted out. You didn’t mean too, you felt like a angry kid who didn’t get as they wanted saying it. But you were hurt and he needed to know that, “Sorry” you tried to clean up.

“Don’t, I’m the idiot” he chuckled and squeezed you, bowing his head down to kiss your forehead. You tilted your head back meeting his lips with yours instead.

“I’m glad your back” you mumbled between the kisses “But next time you’re gonna do something stupid, at least tell me first so I can decide if I wanna be in on it” it felt good to joke, and it felt even better to hear his low raspy laugh.

“Ye’ve got my word darlin’” he kissed you one last time before resting his head back on the pillow, getting himself ready for sleep.

“Daryl…” you looked up at him, his eyes were closed, did he already fall asleep? “I love you, okey?” You said it as if it was a question, in reality it wasn’t, but saying it straight out felt too big.

First he didn’t move, then the corner of his mouth turned upwards, then he was grinning like a crazy person. Opening his eyes he looked at you “I love you too, okey” and once again he leaned down to captured your lips.

You both smiled into the kiss “Are you mocking me Dixon?” You giggled between the kisses that grew all the more intense, letting your hand cup his cheek.

“Shh people are sleepin’” he chuckled while sliding his hand up under your shirt. Maybe you weren’t that exhausted, feeling his hands on your skin made you feel more awake than ever.

If the others were sleeping or not became less of a concern. If they slept and woke up or were already awake to begin with, neither of you paid any mind too in the moment. Merle would be sure to comment on it in the morning if they had heard anything, let him.

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Thank you for reading! <3 Again I’m sorry for the terrible attempt on Daryl’s accent, it’s basically copied from other fan fics with him, if you have any feedback I’d love to hear it!

#the walking dead #the walking dead x you #the walking dead x reader #the walking dead imagine #daryl dixon #daryl dixon x you #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon x y/n #daryl dixon imagine #daryl dixion imagine #twd daryl #twd x reader #twd fanfiction #the walking dead fanfiction #the walking dead daryl #fanfic

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helmarok · 2 months

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hrmmm lukas headcanons

he's 18 in season 1 and 28 in season 2

short king, 5'4"

he's bisexual and poly. he's got two hands one for jesse and one for petra

him and aiden/maya/gill were all raised together by his grandma, the other 3 being adopted. everyone would ask lukas why he sticks with those assholes, and it's because they're his family, and they grew up together and it would hurt to break off from them and it DID hurt when aiden decided to cut him out.

bro loves baking as a hobby. everyone loves his cookies. aiden too but he never admits it and always says something's wrong with them but would eat half the batch every time without fail

he's a cat guy, but also a horse girl. his old horse was named reba, she went missing when the witherstorm hit. he kept the black horse he rode from the witherstorm on and named her dolly.

very good at archery because i decided the ocelots are a hunting group, not primarily builders though they are good at it. his melee combat though... yikes. in sky city when he meets aiden in the throne room, he's almost immediately taken down.

not a big fan of loud or busy environments. after moving from the treehouse to beacontown, he tried to live with petra and jesse for a while but didn't like the city life and moved.

he HATES the cold! no amount of layers can save this man. that's another reason why he moved away from beacontown. it's too far up north for him.

lukas kinda like the therapist of the group cause he's the most mentally stable and best at feelings and best at handling them and overall he is just comically perfect idk what to say. he doesn't like it when people hold everything in and explode because that's kinda what happened with aiden. this puts him at odds with petra in season 2.

he wears a really gay cowboy belt with an ocelot on it. also walks around in cowboy boots.

definitely has an ocelot fursona that he has many doodles and lore of in his little journal. he has also doodled the whole order fursonas: jesse a pig, petra a wolf, axel a creeper, olivia a sheep, and ivor a bat. if anyone asked him what their fursona would be, he has an answer. but the only people who know this information are jesse and petra who accidentally found it looking for another book and he made them promise not to tell anyone.

lukas is real easy to become friends with so he became closest with ivor before anyone else in the order. this is partially because they share an interest in history and old legends and reading and nerd stuff like that. sometimes they just chill and discuss these nerd things over tea.

big fan of country music and classic rock

you're not gonna believe this but his favorite drink is a nice warm glass of milk

lukas was the closest thing petra had to a friend before the order came to be, so he always had discounted deals when it came to rare items. once in a blue moon, she'd even give him something cool for free as her way of saying she likes having him around without actually saying it.

he's very humble, and even when the order is drowning in riches and the hall is decorated with gold and diamonds and everyone has fancy enchanted armor and tools, this dude is still running around in iron pauldrons and still got a set of iron tools. his bow isn't even enchanted, despite petra begging him to let her put something on it since she enchanted everyone else's stuff.

i think he has a book series that's like minecraft warrior cats. like his biggest book is obviously the one on the witherstorm but his cat books are definitely a renowned series with fans all over the world. and he tooootally didn't base some of the characters after his friends...

i have more but this is just off the top of my head so maybe i'll make another post one day

#ganon rambles #gancanons #mcsm #mcsm lukas #erm. happy autism month 😁

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piebymesstuff2 · 5 months

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Hi! if the request/ask is open, if so, could you do of tfa, bots and cons, with human (gn! or f!) s/o? Romantic/Platonic

This Human's a cinnamon roll, somewhat naive/innocent, (has the personality/backstory of Perrito from the Puss in Boots movie or Fluttershy from MLP). They're very motherly and being nurse/therapy-like friend and also a Pacifist yet can be passive-aggressive…

Of course!

Autobots

Optimus Prime

He’s a bit naive himself so it kinda goes hand in hand

Prime thinks your over-caring nature is sweet, even though he thinks you are overreacting.

Prime once heard you talking to Professor Sumdac about your past. He didn't mean to pry, but how could humans do such a thing?

And you still see good in humans; you're such a saint.

It isn't till later reality on world hits Prime that he wishes you weren’t so forgiving

Prime has also noticed your demeanor would change during different things

When he was training with you one time, you expressed a lot of anger in your punches, but when asked, you said it was nothing.

He wishes you could open up to him like everyone does to you.

When Prime comes back injured, you first check if he’s okay, asking all sorts of questions before reprimanding him for his recklessness.

He likes how much you care for them

Ratchet

Strongly dislikes your naivety

When he found out about your past, he couldn't believe you still thought your ‘family’ would come back. How sad.

But he does feel bad so hangs around you for a while

When you work with Ratchet, you always tell him he needs to take a break. Overworking himself isn't good, especially for old gears like him.

You two go back and forth before he finally agrees grumbling all the way to his chambers

When Ratchet comes back from his nap, you are smiling and happy to see him rested. He of course just grumbles but did enjoy the rest.

Bumblebee

You and Bee are great friends; you both like to get in trouble along with Sari.

During a mission, you told Bee about how your family left you at a store and never came back. He was horrified, and you were just joking about it.

He vowed to be the best s/o to you ever, and if anyone has something mean to say to you, they can speak to him.

Besides getting in trouble with Bee, you were always his and everyone else's therapy buddy, and as Bee’s significant other, he makes sure you're okay too.

The first time you showed Bee you could actually fight was when you were dealing with sludge monsters and you violently punched through one (of course it didn't do anything).

But he was so amazed by this side of you and thought it was hot to see you in action, so he decided to train with you to see you more often.

Prowl

He’s a pretty quiet an secretive person

But that's why you like hanging out with him; you don't have to worry about the team arguing or them just causing a ruckus.

Since Prowl likes to do his own this it's kinda hard to get to know him

So you decided to try and do the things he likes but you failed at meditation and balancing

One thing you do have in common is your love for nature when he caught you admiring the animals and plants he struck up a conversation

Since he’s usually the quiet one you're the one who would strike up a conversation and teach him many things about Earth

When balancing with Prowl you get upset when you can't stay upright for long

He reassured you that it was ok and you're still new which made you feel a bit better and you tried again

Bulkhead

Bulkhead the big teddy bear of the group

Also, the one to get himself stuck in sticky situations, and you're the one who gets him out.

With his artistic side, you often model for him while he’s not good practice makes perfect

When in battle you usually watch from afar but occasionally you keep an eye out for cons who try to jump him

When he heard about your family abandoning you he was heart broke he’s been cuddly for a while now

Often you would join in Bulkhead, Bumblebee, and Sari’s shenanigans much to the other displease

He’s surprisingly was a good cook despite breaking some eggs and utensils what a great cake you guys made

Sentinel Prime

A lot of people were surprised you two got together considering he’s a major ass

Of course, it wasn't easier it was more of an enemies-to-lover thing, and since he’s scared of organics it was hard to get close

The only reason you two got close was because you asked him to train you you told him you wanted to help fight against the Cons

He laughed hysterically but decided to humor you

Training with him isn't easy since he likes to be a jerk which irritated you and you took it out on the poor Lil training dummy

While you and Sentinel still butt heads even together he’s not that bad to hang out with if you don't boost his ego much

Decepticons

Megatron

Didn't care for you you were human what purpose could you serve

He did like how you were able to get into small parts and get items for them

And go undercover into human-sized places so he guesses you have some use

Gets annoyed with your overbearing mother nature he’s not dying so relax

Likes when you take your frustrations out wish you did more often it’s entertaining

While it seems like he doesn't like you, he wants you close to his side, in his words, to keep an eye on you.

You try to get him to open up to you but he saw it as you trying to get information on him and give it to the autobots so never again

Starscream

To get on his good side stroke his ego a bit he loves compliments

Doesn't find any use in you either but he’s happy to have a ‘follower’ anyway

When you two get together he tries to be discreet about the relationship he doesn't want anyone to know he has a soft spot for a human

Of course, he tries to get you to help him overthrow Megatron which doesn’t usually go as planned and you rather not get killed but you still help him in other ways

Likes when you get angry finds it amusing

Says he finds your motherly nature annoying but secretly he likes that someone cares

When he finds out about your past and some certain abandonment issues he says that you're going to stay with him forever because he needs a minion but really he just likes having you near

Is only clingy to you in private and it feels nice

BlitzWing

Very interesting relationship

Most of them think your innocence is cute

When they heard about your family abandoning you not exactly happy Hot-head wanted to find and beat them up Random kinda cried

When they get injured, they like that you worry over them, but they try to be more careful so you don’t fret too much over them. Well, maybe Random would try to at least get a scratch.

They like to do different activities with you. Icy likes to do little picnics and some baking. You do smash rooms with Hot-Head. He likes to see you take your frustrations out, and Random and you mostly go and terrorize the other bots. While you do get in trouble, it’s been fun.

Shockwave/Longarm

You first met Shockwave when you got captured by the Decepticons and put on the ship

At first, you didn't see him a lot since he was always doing some type of “agent work” and apparently he was also undercover

But when he was on the ship, you were required to be his partner and help him with anything he needed, much to his amusement.

While you couldn't help him with big things, you were a good talk buddy.

When he did come back injured, he would find it confusing as to why you would care or worry over a being like him, though he was happy about it.

He despises your innocence. He tries to open up your eyes to everything, of course, Starscream and Megatron, put an end to that because it's making manipulating you easier.

He likes it when you get mad; it's entertaining for him.

Swindle

Swindle mostly likely has an interest in you because you are rich, and while you may be human, you are his personal piggy bank for things he can't afford. what fun

With your naivety, it was easy to manipulate you. Swindle would pretend to be your friend, and whenever you refused to give him money, he would say something along the lines of, "Friends, help each other out. Come on, be a good friend, and help me out."

When Swindle gets caught for his illegal selling, you worry you can’t get updates on whether he’s dead or not, and if you ask around, you might be squished.

When he does come back, you give him this huge rant about being careful and stuff; it's just going in one ear and out the other.

When he learned of your backstory didn't exactly care much was sympathetic tho

He has learned to never make you mad. One time he did, and you cut him off from your supply of money. When he went to confront you about it, he couldn't find you, mostly because you kept avoiding him.

Above that he likes your company and thinks you are just adorable

Lockdown

You were just a trophy and someone valuable for whenever he got injured or wanted to fix up some weapons he salvaged.

Doesn’t care about your backstory I mean he’s glad you trust him enough to tell him but maybe a little sympathy

He likes your company sometimes when he gets bored and is happy when you want to listen to his tales about the different trophies he got.

You become Lockdown’s rant listening buddy. You tried to give him advice, but of course he doesn’t take it to heart, so you just listen instead.

Hates when you fret over him finds it a bit annoying but a little happy he doesn’t know why

I'm sorry this took so long. I have no motivation, but now that I'm writing, I tried my best, so enjoy.

#transformers headcanons #transformers x reader #transformers #transformers fanfiction

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capt-carter-mostly-official · 3 months

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Hi captain! *salute and wink*

i'm bored can you tell me a war story?

-@azalea-romanoff

Hello there Lea, glad to hear from you!

I’d be happy to, now what would be a good one… hmmm, I can think of a few.

But let’s go with the time I visited my old school with the 107th, since that’s a pretty one and I honestly don’t want to talk about death today.

So, it’s December 1944, it’s new years. We’re all on leave, but not long enough for the boys to ship back to the states. So, what am I supposed to do, leave them in some rooming house in London or Bath and trust them to survive it? Of course not, that would be incredibly stupid.

So, I show up at my brother Michael’s door with these eight mostly American guys in full uniform two days before New Years. Since I’d enlisted, Michael had moved to the same town I’d gone to school in, and coincidentally the one where Angie Martinelli worked at the recruiter’s office. She was a the daughter of an American businessman and his British wife, she’d grown up in New York until she had been sent to the same boarding school as I was. To make a long story short, we’d fallen in love. Which was incredibly stupid, but I never managed to regret it.

She was, in fact, boarding with Michael because I’d introduced them, and when he found out they lived in the same town, he said he couldn’t not give a proper home to his little sister’s best friend. He had eventually found out about us, and by some miracle it was just fine. And of course, she was home. So I’m here, standing on the porch in full uniform with the Howling Commandos, in the snow, in this little town in England, and Angie comes running down the stairs with her hair in pin curls and a shawl over her nightgown and tackles me in a hug, and we’re just grinning and hugging while Michael’s still stunned in the doorway. She looks around, raises her eyebrows, and says “you didn’t say you were bringin’ guests English! Where are we gonna put all these folks?” And Michael just starts laughing his ass off and waves everyone in. They all stomp off their boots and start leaving their shoes by the door like me and Angie.

So eventually we figure out where we’re sleeping everyone; me and Angie sharing her room, Steve and Bucky in mine with Frenchie, Monty and Jonsey on their floor, everyone else on sofas and chairs and a few on the floor. And we all wind up in the kitchen at probably ten o’clock that night drinking tea, because me and Monty had been complaining about the tea Jim had gotten. And Angie and Bucky are commiserating about how horrible me and Steve are to keep an eye on, and suddenly Dum Dum says “hey Miss Union Jack, this your girl?” And then the room got incredibly quite incredibly quickly. Steve, who of course had figured it out within minutes of hearing me mention her for the first time, looked prepared punch him if necessary, Michael was ready to kill the whole room from how he was standing. But also, these men had been alright when they’d found out about Buck and Steve — that’s an entirely different story — after a bit of explaining, and would kill to keep that secret. So, I grabbed Angie’s hand and nodded rather sharply before telling them that “yes, this is my girl, and anyone who has anything to say about it can walk out that door right now and never come back.” Michael just shrugged and smiled. “What, you thought she’d do what our dad wanted?” Was his answer(for context, Dad always wanted me to get married young to a young, respectable, Christian family man. Dad and I were never very close) and Dum Dum nodded and proceeded to decidedly un-subtly spike his tea.

The next day, we somehow wound up deciding to visit me and Angie’s old school, because both of us knew being stuck there over the holiday break was always lonely and it would be nice to see some old teachers. However, the boys only had one change of clothes and both needed to be washed, so we were all in uniform, and I was in my standard officer’s uniform. So we arrive, as our now world-famous selves, to an all-girls boarding school on New Year’s Eve, bearing a large bag of candy and some popping corn we’d picked up from the grocery.

There were about a fifteen, maybe twenty girls left in the place, and all of them were incredibly excited, particularly when Miss Ashton, the headmistress, came down to tell them I’d been a student here. They all knew Angie, she visited often, but they pulled stories out of me for the whole morning, and then convinced all of us to go ice skating on the pond. Which went horribly. Me and Angie knew how, and Bucky was decent enough. Steve chose to sit on the side, In Bucky and Dum Dum’s coats as well as his own, and draw with the youngest girl, who I think was probably about twelve. Dum Dum fell on his face, Monty and Jim started teaching a few to play hockey, and eventually they found enough sticks in the woods to start a game with a rock and a bunch of tree branches. Everyone was just laughing and it was so beautiful. We came in probably around four and made all the popcorn and the teachers who were left joined us. There were stories and songs and Michael came down with some food and we spent New Year’s Eve there.

We shipped out again about three days later. That was the last time I saw Angie. But we did have a “ceremony” on New Year’s Day. We exchanged necklaces, since rings would be too risky, and said vows we made up on the spot with the Commandos and Michael as our witnesses. Frenchie’s dad has been a pastor, so he officiated. It was beautiful. We didn’t say it was a marriage, because we were too afraid. But that’s what it was. She was my wife in every way that mattered. And… I found a letter in a box. From Angie, to me. Signed “your wife, Angie”

So I suppose I’m a widow now. I guess I never really thought about it that way before.

#peggy carter #captain carter #marvel roleplay #mcu #mcu rp #marvel #marvel mcu #mcu roleplay #agent carter

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sciencelings-writes · 1 year

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Frightful & Delightful

My Hurricane family secret santa gift for @flustered-flux

Summary: The chain have to travel in the snow and Hyrule is internally very dramatic about it

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Hyrule didn’t think he would ever get used to snow. Real snow, the kind that pilled up high and covered everything in a fluffy blanket of white. The snow he was used to was runny, slippery, and miserable, slush that froze the ground and made it difficult to get around. Hearing Wild get excited when he saw snow in the forecast left him bewildered, snow was awful! It made it impossible to travel and would leave them shivering and wet. Even with good snow, this was true, but after the first time he had experienced it, he had to admit that it was, at the very least, incredibly beautiful.

Puffy snowflakes lazily twirled to the ground, that day hadn’t been too terribly cold or windy, the sun was still shining and the heroes had the privilege of watching as the snow slowly built up on the ground. It made the world so bright and crystalline like it had been covered in glittering clouds. There were only a few inches of it but Wind still required half of everyone else's extra clothes to keep from shivering out of his shoes. Out of all of them with limited experience with the weather, Wind was easily the most affected by it.

That day, Wild had taught them all how to shield surf on the hills of frozen cotton, Warriors had started a day-long battle with Twilight in which the only weapons were ice and the plot was getting as much of it under each other's clothes as possible. Legend had refused to put on pants but eventually conceded to wear one of Wild’s enchanted circlets that kept the wearer warm with a magic ruby. Most of them had pulled out their old green hats to keep their heads warm, or at least less wet.

After months of wandering through forests and fields, the change in atmosphere was more than welcomed, their constant movement kept them warm enough, and the snow allowed for different ways for them to pass the time. At the end of the day, they found an inn with a warm fireplace and made a pumpkin soup that tasted extra good after the chilly day. That day, Hyrule had decided that he liked the snow.

This time, the snow was much less welcoming. The wind howled around the group, sending the grains of ice scraping across any bare skin left exposed. The whiteness covered the air so thoroughly that they all had to stick in a tight group to keep from losing each other, depending entirely on Legend’s map to keep them walking in the right direction. The hero himself had finally accepted wearing tights to keep from getting frostbite, as it became clear that no amount of magic rubies would keep him warm enough.

The snow had started at a manageable height but had risen so quickly that the smallest of the heroes were forced to share Epona’s saddle, who seemed easily the least bothered by the weather, with Wild in a close second place. It had taken a miracle on Twilight’s part to keep the champion from donating his cloak to one of the others, using the reasoning that if he got sick, the rest of them would follow as he was in control of all their food and they would all rather have him cook with a little cold than allow anyone else to take control of that job. So if he got sick, they were all doomed in more than one way.

So far, they were only kept from being solid blocks of ice with their extremely limited supply of warming elixirs and an almost excessive amount of clothing layers. Still, even Time couldn’t repress his shivering which was especially evident in his voice when he asked how each of them was doing throughout the day. None of them dared to tell him they were any less than fine because they knew he would give them his boots if they even implied that their toes were cold, leaving himself to walk in the several feet of snow in only his socks. Or at least, that’s what Hyrule’s thought process was.

Trudging through the relentless storm made the snow seem much less beautiful, the bite of its chill piercing even the most insulated of their clothing, neverending piles of fabric never seemed enough. Any skin left to the mercy of the blizzard had long since gone pink and sensationless, looking as if they had all forgotten to apply a fireproof elixir when scaling Death Mountain. Hyrule now knew what it felt like to be burned without any flames involved. He especially hated the numbing effect of the ice, as far as he knew, his nose had fallen off of his face.

There was no playful spirit among them, Warriors wasn’t trying to sneak any ice down anyone's tunics, Wind wasn’t trying to chase any of them around, Wild wasn’t pleading to take a break from walking to explore, they all just had to keep moving in the hopes that there was an end to the bombardment of colorlessness, straining their eyes in front for some glimpse of anything other than blinding white.

At least Hyrule and Legend could stumble in tandem with one of their blankets anchoring them together in an attempt to share body heat. At least it prevented some snow from melting directly into his hair but it failed to keep him truly warm.

His hands were full from having to maintain his side of the blanket with one hand and using the other to help hold open the veteran's map, though it hardly helped as the storm was too dense to identify any landmarks. Somehow though, Legend seemed confident in their path.

Strangely enough, it was Legend’s uncharacteristic optimism that kept them from giving up on traveling to wait out the snowstorm. Though after hours of struggling against the barrage of ice, some of their confidence in the pink hero started to wane. Normally walking hours a day was expected, but the strong winds proved to make traveling far more difficult on top of the blizzard. It was only a matter of time before one of them got irritable.

“Are you sure you know where you’re going?” Warriors grumbled behind his scarf, only barely audible for Legend to hear.

“Of course I do! I’ve traveled this way a hundred times!” Their navigator snapped.

“I’m just saying that we’re kind of blind here and it doesn’t feel like we’ve even moved, are you sure we aren’t going in circles?” The captain deadpanned.

“Can you get past your trust issues for one day and let me get us out of here you prick? I doubt a bitch boy like you could find your own non-existent ass in this weather!” His frustration prompting him to walk slightly faster, the sudden wave of rage stemming from Warriors doubt in him poured fuel on a flame that the storm had reduced to embers within his chest. Hyrule was just being pulled along for the ride, thankfully, he managed not to fall face-first into the snow so that was a win in his book.

“Well, that’s a little harsh…” Warriors grinned as he slowed his pace enough to get out of the veteran's peripheral vision, sending a look Time’s way. Unlike Legend, Time knew fully well about the move the captain pulled. They had been slowing down for the last half hour, their navigator just needed a little push, and nothing fueled Legend better than spite and indignant rage. Time rolled his eye at Warriors' smugness about it.

With the sky swarming with aggressive snowflakes, it was hard to pinpoint the exact position of the sun, so it was hard to say how long it had been before the freezing torture was assumed to end. Hyrule assumed he was about three minutes away from losing his fingers, perhaps less, when they were able to catch sight of something that wasn’t snow. The simple miracle of a color that wasn’t white.

Elevated, as if sitting on a hill, was a speck of red, soon to be identified as a lawn decoration in the shape of a bird, some brown, from a scarecrow, and the most easily identifiable, a big purple sign in the shape of a familiar bunny hood. Hyrule could’ve cried in relief but having tears freeze on his face didn’t sound pleasant so he decided to avoid doing that.

“Thank the three,” Legend muttered under his breath before announcing loud enough to be heard over the wind, “We’re almost there! And you dicks were doubting me!”

“I didn’t doubt you,” Hyrule admitted while listening to their tired group's cheers, “Do you think your roommate has a fire going?”

“Ravio gets cold if it’s any less than fifty degrees, there’s no way he hasn’t had a fire going for a month straight. He wears a wool scarf in the summertime Rulie. I would be surprised if we got home and it didn’t feel like the inside of an oven.” He rose his eyebrows at the desperation in Hyrule's voice. Before this point, entering an oven didn’t sound enticing but at the moment, he dreamed of taking a nap in Death Mountains crater, where he was less than a foot away from molten rock at all times. Real warmth seemed like a distant memory. A dream that he knew he had experienced but just couldn’t recall.

Even though they had all sped up at the first sign of hope, it still felt like it took forever to get to Legend's house. The fact that it was at the top of a hill didn’t help. Most of them had a point where they almost slipped on the bottom layer of ice, but only Warriors had successfully fallen and rolled several feet down the slope. Legend and Twilight were the only ones who were unable to keep from laughing. The rest of them at least tried to have some tact but in Hyrule's case, it was a battle more difficult than facing a Lynel. He managed to prevail in the end though, only letting out a snort and a puff of foggy air to add to the whiteness of the world around them.

Finally, their refuge lay before them, the dark gray smoke exiting the chimney was a stark contrast to the light of the snow, promising a hint of heat just beyond a single door. Unfortunately, that door was frozen at the hinges and was blocked in by several feet of the cursed pieces of ice. It took a fire rod and some frantic shoveling with fingerless gloved hands before it was able to crack open. Being so close to salvation made the time flow so slowly, it felt like it took hours just to get inside.

After a wave of heavenly warmth, Hyrules eyes were assaulted with colors and various objects, he didn’t realize how being devoid of visual stimulation slowly tortured him before this point, Even though the room felt so dim, it was active with colors and movement from the raging fire and it took an embarrassingly long moment for him to spot Legends roommate.

Hidden in violet robes and his classic hood, gripping the handle of a comically large hammer, as if he had been preparing for a break-in. Thankfully the bunnyman lowered his weapon the moment he saw who the snow-covered creatures who had entered his home really were. Hyrule didn’t blame him, even blanketed in ice they didn’t look like the most friendly bunch, even if they all stumbled onto solid ground like newborn deer.

“Link! Link’s family! Thank Hilda it’s just you guys! I thought I was gonna have to start playing Hylian wack-a-mole!” Ravio set down his hammer and slumped in relief. Now that they weren’t in danger of sustaining blunt-force trauma, they started to remove the soaking layers of clothes and shoes and leaving them by the door.

Later Hyrule would realize that Twilight wasn’t with them but Wild explained that he went to go put Epona in Legend's little backyard barn, mostly used for storage, specifically for the hero's orchard, but it was big enough to protect a single horse from the elements. And it also had plenty of apples in baskets that were easily accessible for hungry equines.

With a speed only comparable to transportation, they were all piled in front of the fire, Hyrule was disappointed that just being in the proximity of a heat source didn’t immediately solve all of his problems, in fact as the numbing of the cold wore off, he was starting to feel extremely sore, but at least now he was mostly dry and fully removed from the blizzard. He also wasn’t moving and that definitely helped.

Wind had settled in closest to the fire, covered in a blanket Ravio had given him and impatiently trying to chug the hot apple cider Ravio had also given him. Recoiling and exclaiming ‘Ow!’ before immediately trying again, only to receive the exact same result. Time had to stop him before he burned his tongue and advised him to simply use the toasty mug as a hand warmer until it was cool enough to drink. Wind was not happy with this compromise but he had accepted that maybe the drink was too scalding to chuck down his throat.

Wild promised that once he could move his fingers, he would start on dinner, torturing them with the mental images of hearty soups with dumplings inside and fresh buttered rolls, thinking out loud about what he would make for dessert and if they would still require something to keep them warm, like a simmered fruit dish or if a pie was closer to what they would want. As their bodies needed to focus less on keeping them from freezing to death, it became increasingly easy to tell how hungry they had gotten.

Hyrule could be patient, he had gone without food for far longer with much more difficult trials and the meal he would be able to scrape up at the end was far less rewarding than anything that Wild was able to create.

At first, he worried that Wild would get cold being so far from the fire before he remembered that the cook would be able to stay warm next to an oven or a stovetop. It seemed like the champion never ran out of energy, at least if cooking was involved. This was unlikely to be the first time he had gotten stuck traveling in a snow storm and he likely still had to eat then. Though the traveler knew that his best explorer buddy would be sleeping hard that night despite acting so unfazed by their journey now.

He found himself looking out the window, where the storm had slowed only to the point of providing slightly more visibility. Now that they weren’t in the middle of it, the snow had gone back to being beautiful rather than a curse sent by Ganon to turn them into icy statues or bury them in piles of white dust, leaving them to suffocate instead of freeze to death. Whichever one worked faster.

The snowflakes swirled in the air in an unending dance within a peaceful silence, the wind was no longer howling and the warm room had started to fill with soft conversation as each of their vocal cords began to unfreeze. Hyrule stayed quiet, content with letting the mellow talking and mesmerizing falling snow lull him into a spacy state, floating lazily around his own mind, until he was suddenly interrupted.

A weight on his shoulder forced him out of his wandering thoughts, fluffy light brown hair tickling his cheek confirming what had slumped against him. It was the well-known and accepted risk of sitting by the skyloftian, anyone was pillow-shaped to him. After a moment of shock over an event that he really should’ve expected, he leaned his own head against his snoozing brothers. Warmth bloomed in his chest and it had nothing to do with the fire.

Hyrule had spent so many years almost completely alone, in a world that wanted to kill him, although the world still seemed to have the same vitriol towards him, he wasn’t even close to being alone anymore. Sometimes it was hard to adjust, difficult to deviate from the mindsets he had created for his constant solitude, but in moments like this, it felt like a worthwhile trade.

He had been so used to being alone, long past any bitterness at his situation or longing for someone to be around to listen to any thoughts that he had. He was over being sad about it, it was just what his life was like. He had to constantly be on the move, becoming a target for monsters if he stayed in one place for too long, even if that place was one of his Zelda’s castles. Being lonely had been a reality that he had willingly accepted, at least before he knew anything else.

Now, for months he had been surrounded by incarnations of his own soul that he would readily admit were as his own brothers. He had smiled and laughed more stumbling through this adventure than he ever had before, feeling truly seen and understood and supported for the first time that he could ever remember. He had once been so numb to the empty space and silence around him, but now that it was filled with eight pseudo-brothers, he was hypersensitive to every fond side-hug, hair ruffle, and encouraging back-pat that was just on the edge of being too hard. Saving kingdoms had nothing on making a joke and hearing his brothers laugh.

Hyrule took a careful sip of his cider, it had perfectly cooled, just enough to thaw him from the inside while still being able to taste all the spices in harmony with the fruit juice. He took a deep breath of sweet warmth mixed with cinnamon, before letting it out along with the remaining chill that had made a home in his body.

If he relished the comfortable weight of Sky on his side, leaning into his brother's mass, not one of the many witnesses felt the need to call it out.

#happy holidays flux i hope you like it!#i meant for there to be more Legend but Hyrule kinda stole my braincell #he was way too fun to write #linked universe #linked universe fanfic #linked universe fic #lu fic #lu hyrule #lu wild #lu legend #linked universe hyrule #lu ravio

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marysunshine23 · 1 year

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Meet Clairise Heyes!

Inspired by the Yandere Bob Velseb series enderpearlll wrote called “My Favourite Employee”.

Clairise, also known as “Auntie Claire”, is a 20-or-30-something-year-old woman who is childhood-friends with Lila and Jaune. Due to her processing disorder, it’s not uncommon for Clairise to be bounced from job to job; so she was over the moon when she got a job at Boys and Grills.

For the most part, Clairise was pretty happy with how things were going. And she didn’t put too much thought into how she was feeling about a potential stalker; it wouldn’t be the first time anxiety drove her to paranoia. Between Bob’s TLC and Clairise’s personal belief that most problems can be solved with food, it felt like just another instance where she had to grit her teeth and power through. Between seriously considering dating her boss (despite it being terrible work ethic), having a good group of friends, and finally having stable income, she had developed a great emotional support system.

Until she didn’t. After a very unnerving call from her at work bestie, the fact that they went missing felt a little too well planned. And Clairise wasn’t really in an emotional position to shrug it off as coincidence. Her family wasn’t exactly great when it came to emotional support in times of crisis, claiming that she was just “burning more braincells than she could afford” on “stuff that [didn’t] matter”. She actually planned on talking to Bob about what to do to seek out actual support.

The key word here is “planned”, because being fed your best friend in the form of a burger kind of derailed the plan. Not to mention it booted off probably the biggest emotional support Clairise had; both figuratively and metephorically. And locking herself in Bob’s office? Yeah, that didn’t help. It was a lot to process, and she already struggled to do that in general; let alone under both pressure and a time crunch. So of course she threw up the only way to pause that she could think of; calling the cops. Granted, it took all of the time it takes to put the phone back on the cradle for Clairise to regret doing so. How was she supposed to process everything if one of the main aspects went to jail?!

It was too much. Way, way too much. She found herself huddled in a corner of the office, arms over her head as she tried to sort through everything that had occurred in less than 15 minutes; and Bob banging on the door and pleading for her attention and understanding didn’t help. Nothing was helping, and she couldn’t shut any of it off. It didn’t even register when Bob finally got into the office, or that he was talking to her; trying to comfort her. The only thing she could really remember was watching the police pull him away and how the feelings of regret pitted deep into her stomach.

It wasn’t a surprise that Boys and Grills was shut down for a while, and Clairise was thankful that Lila let her stay over until she got things sorted. But it didn’t take more than a month for her to decide to do something that anyone else would consider incredibly stupid.

...

Sitting at the visitation counter, resting her head on her crossed arms as she waited for the police to fetch him, Clairise knew everyone would scold her for visiting Bob. But if anyone could help her understand the series of events, she knew he wouldn’t just try to help, he would help. If her parents found out, Hell, even if Lila and Jaune found out, she knew for a fact they would chew her out for doing this. But she needed answers and help, and no one else involved would be able to provide that; whether it be because they were still processing it or because they were dead.

In her peripheral, she saw Bob sit on the other side of the bullet proof glass before grabbing the phone to talk to her. She pulled herself into a proper sitting position before grabbing her own receiver.

“If you really wanted to make me feel better, you’d have killed off one of the people who call me stupid all the time,” she said before sighing, “But I guess telling you that isn’t really why I’m here. I’m... I’m having a hard time understanding what... happened... I feel like I had the rug pulled out from under me... and I just...” she felt tears welling up in her eyes, “I didn’t mean for you to be here. I just didn’t know how to get everything to stop so I could register everything. I-I was so scared and upset and hurt and... Bob I didn’t... I don’t know what to do about all of this... I don’t even know what happened! I just...” she took a shaky breath and looked down at the table, “I’m sorry... I didn’t know what to do... I panicked... Please, just... I just need to know what happened... from start to finish, I need to know how we got here. Please... talk me through it... what happened when you hired me to get to this point?”

#spooky month oc #bob velseb #ficlet #original characters

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geeksauruse · 1 year

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hello ! if you're still taking requests for matchups, i'd love to participate ! i'm a 5'2' stoner girlie with she/any pronouns. my personality type is infp, but i do have quite the handful of hotheaded moments. my aesthetic is a nice hybrid between pastel, y2k and alternative influences. lover of all things pop culture, true crime, and the peculiar!

I would pair you up with our wonderful Mikey!

Yall met in an abandoned building, you were just smoking some weed, reading up on an old article you found about Jeffery Dahmer.

All of a sudden there were several large bangs above you followed by creaking of old wooden floors, almost as if someone was jumping onto it.

You being about half in your own world and half in reality, you practically sprinted up the stairs, as quietly as you could( it wasn't very quiet)

All of a sudden you ran face first right into something hard.

Or someone

It took you a hot minute to realize that they did not look like average people, let alone people who hung out in abandoned buildings

You thought you were higher than you were because the person standing in front of you was for some reason Green, and was BUILT.

You stumbled back right on your ass and passed out

When you woke up in the lair you had a headache and was so confused, especially with the bright orange masked creature talking to you about how he liked your dark gray pink floyd shirt and your sleek black, 2 inch, heel boots.

And that was the beginning, of how yall started becoming close

Once things were cleared up and you agreed to keep the family's secret, you and Mikey became practically inseparable.

He loved how compassionate you are when it came to your interests especially when it came to true crime.

He didn't care too much for it at first but it grew on him after a while and he became the conspiracy theory master, yall would be working on unsolved crimes hours into the night drinking orange crush and having a ball laughing at each other's bad jokes.

And he has A LOT of bad jokes.

Ngl this man loves the way you laugh

You may hate it but he will physically adore it.

Didn't know you had a temper, until a fateful day where Raph was coming at you poking fun at your high and then you went off on him.

Swearing,cursing, you name it girl

My dude was speechless, everyone was.

Offered video games and pizza to try to chill you out.

Yall played mario kart all day nonstop( it's so common that y'all have those gaming beinges that y'all know every power move in super smash bros)

You introduced him to weed and he was pretty chill about it

Actually started doing it with you( in my opinion, he has ADHD so i think it would help him out)

You really were one of the coolest people he knew, you took him seriously when no one else did, you listened, not to mention in his eyes you were smoking hot.

Soooooooooooooooo many insecurities one he realized he liked you and yet he just decided to flirt more to see if it got across to you.

Do I look okay? Do I smell nice? Was that joke stupid? What does she think of me right now?

Dude definitely tried to teach you to skateboard(ngl he just wanted to hold your hands and be close to you)

And that's the day he accidentally told you he liked you.

You were wobbling on the skateboard and he was holding your hand just staring at it then he kinda spoke his thoughts out loud.

“You're pretty good looking on my skateboard,ya know babe?I wanna keep teaching you if it means I get to hold your hands like this forever.”

Dude died that day, thought you were going to reject him on the spot.

You didn't of course but he immediately became ecstatic when you gave him a little kiss on the cheek and hopped off to go get a drink

Just standing there beaming and in shock he brought his and to the place you kissed him, than turned around sprinting to the kitchen

“ Hey,Can I get another one of those?

or maybe a couple more for later?”

#tmnt bayverse #match ups #tmnt donatello #tmnt fanart #tmnt michelangelo #tmnt 2018 #tmnt 2016 #tmnt 2k12 #tmnt 2014

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spacerangersam · 1 year

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I recently saw your NB4ProblamatocT Julian pat post, and it just made me cry!! You're so talented, and I'm just obsessed! I was wondering if you could tell us some more about NB/Trans femme pat (or trans masc!!) Or the hc you have! It's okay if not! Sorry to bother :^)

thank you so much!! and im sure I can scrounge up some ideas! (and trust me, this is no bother at all. i am always up for the opportunity to rattle on)

She knew she was trans (even if she didn’t have the language for it) when she was fourteen and started going through puberty. the second her voice dropped she was like 'oh I hate this actually, no thanks'

In my Pat lore that’s consistent regardless of Pat’s gender, she has a twin sister Gabrielle who’s also trans and realised a lot sooner when she was around ten, so the second Pat started to feel a bit off, they talked to Gabrielle about it

While they didn’t totally click with womanhood, it felt more comfortable than being perceived as a man, so they started growing her hair out and nicking Gab’s clothes.

All her family just kind of rolled with it. (let us, for a moment, live in a world where transphobia doesn’t exist)

She didn’t even think of a new name until like two years down the line when someone asked her for it at a party and she was like right, probably shouldn’t be going by Patrick anymore. So on the spot, she blurted out Patricia. She’d always been happy being called Pat/Patty, so it worked out

I don’t imagine her being a particularly femme person. She might have worn the occasional long skirt or a nice dress to a party, but otherwise, she had like two pairs of mum jeans she lived in and a variety of bright, colourful button-ups to pair with them. Shoes-wise, she’d stick to trainers and boots, with some jelly shoes for summer.

I also imagine she wouldn’t have worn much makeup, but she cared so much about her hair. So much. And she is forever grateful she died with her hair freshly permed, and with like, three different scrunchies on her wrist that she can swap out (and just like transphobia, we will be ignoring ghost canon)

obv she's a guide leader rather than a scout leader, and I think to believe she had beef with the local scout group/their scoutmaster and was always trying to one-up him. she's forever miffed about kicking the bucket before getting one over on him

(one day his group visits the button grounds, and she gathers up all the ghosts with powers to make his life a brief living hell even though he's like, ancient now and not even the scoutmaster anymore, just there for old times sake. still, they do it, and she's so happy. revenge? pretty cool, actually)

I imagine after she died, she was pretty hush-hush about being trans, just in case. But when she clocked onto Cap struggling with his sexuality, she decided to take a leap of faith and tell him. He was a bit confused but took it in stride, and while he didn’t come out to her, it definitely made him feel more comfortable about himself

She didn’t come out to anyone else until Alison made a comment about him being nb themselves, leading to them giving all the ghosts a lesson on everything LGBT

Pat found was just overjoyed there was a better word for how she felt, that she wasn’t ‘faking’ being trans because she didn’t connect with the idea of being a woman, she was just trans in a different way

She came out, everyone was obviously accepting, and Alison even got her a little nb flag for her room. Which does lead to questions when people visit and are like? why is there a random pride flag in this empty room?

Alison never comes up with a good excuse

Pat uses she/they/he pronouns, but you're only allowed to use he/him if you’ve been given permission. So far the only people who’ve won that right are her mother, her sister, Cap, and somehow, Julian/Julie.

Also, it's very important to me that she's surprisingly strong. I just really like the image of this titchy trans femme picking up the blokes of the house and moving them aside whenever they're in Alison's way

um. that's all i've got, i think

#ask #ghosts posts #transfem pat

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the strawberries are actually a wildly funny ship to me hold on lemme explain

so they belong to a BOBF AU where Boba's Tusken tribe is alive and Boba found a squad of clone troopers in stasis and figured he kinda had to rescue them if he was going to try to be a better person, and they decide that he's a cool big sibling and promptly adopt him

Boba also brought Din's covert to live with him under his protection so they can chill for five minutes and Boba can bang Din without Din stressing about his family being safe

Fury, one of the clones, finds out about the covert showing up when he hears someone cussing out Din. He goes to investigate because that's his brother-in-law and Fury probably shouldn't him get turned into paste. When he sees some random Mandalorian taking a swing at Din, Fury promptly goes in and kicks ass.

"Paz, stop it," a woman says, her voice sharp and commanding. The weight on top of him eases a little, as his opponent hesitates and looks toward the speaker. Fury gathers his legs to kick the Mandalorian off him, the treads of his boots leaving dusty footprints on their chestplate. They both fall back. They both scramble to their feet, ready for another round. But neither of them make the first move. One of the others steps between them, with a horned gold helmet and some kind of furred cape across a brown chestplate. A leader, Fury assumes. This must be the covert that had sought Din's help. Why they'd done that if one only planned to attack him, Fury doesn't know, but he does know that he has no desire to get involved with any of them. Whatever their problems or grievances, none of them are against him. He'll leave that particular problem to the man responsible for them all being here. Din's still where Fury last saw him, his Whistling Birds armed as he speaks quietly into his comm. Calling Boba, hopefully. He's the strongest fighter of any of them, even with the clones being taller and stronger. Working together with Din and Fury, they could kill a kriffing mythosaur. "So what's going on here?" he asks. Din sighs. "This is my family." "They're awful," Fury says bluntly, and the blue Mandalorian growls at him. “You’re awful.” “Hey!” The blue Mandalorian starts toward him again, but the leader in the horned helmet braces their hands against their blue chestplate, digging their feet into the sand and pushing back to stop them. They have a hushed, sharp conversation in Mando’a. Fury’s pretty sure it’s about him. Since the Mandalorian with the horned helmet has their back to him, he flips the blue Mandalorian off. It doesn’t seem to improve the situation. “This is Paz,” says the leader. “I’m the Armorer.” “Good to know that one of you still has her sense,” Din says dryly.

Thus begins Fury and Paz tormenting each other to goad each other into another fight. Real "instigating a fight becuase the guy was hot and I want him on me" energy from both sides.

The best part about this is that they are, technically, coparenting at this time. Paz has an eight-year-old son named Jules, who was adopted when his parents were killed by the Imperials that Din led back to the covert. (Paz has some issues with Din getting his kid's parents killed.) The Mandalorians are all co-parenting, and Fury is the daddest dad to ever want to dad, so he decides to also co-parent everyone's kids. This include's Jules, who thinks Fury is pretty cool.

The goading turns into fighting turns into hatefucking. Everyone else is watching this mating dance bullshit with absolute confusion and a good deal of exhaustion.

They would all be much more confused if they realised that the hatefucking was starting to turn into... annoyfucking? Paz and Fury are starting to get used to each other and they still think that each other is pretty hot. Why shove a man up against a wall and then punch him, when you can shove a man up against a wall and fuck him?

It's the better part of a year before they get their shit sorted out, but eventually, they end up cuddling after fucking. From there, they are not admitting that they're in a relationship. Everyone else is aware of it.

Two years after that, one of Boba's Tusken family members hangs out around the palace for a while, and they and Fury end up connecting. (There's a whole writeup about that here, if you want details.)

U'Rajya expresses their intention to court them, if they're open to that. Fury and Paz are very open to that. U'Rajya then expresses their intention to brawl with anyone who has any problems with a throuple. Fury and Paz think that's incredibly sexy of them.

As it turns out, not many people have a problem with that. Anyone who does, quickly learns to vacate the area at high speeds. U'Rajya isn't the only one who's intimidating, capable, and well-armed. Or the only one deeply in love with two warriors who also want to kick ass at any insult to their partner. Sure, U'Rajya is 5'6" and Paz and Fury are both 6'3"... but that just means it's all the more impressive when U'Rajya can kick ass and put him on his knees. It's an enjoyable experience for all of them.

#strawberries #i'm so unwell about these idiots i love them dearly #do you 👀 perhaps 👀 want to send asks about them? 👀

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dragonfly92 · 7 months

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OLD FAMILY FRIEND CHAPTER FOURTEEN

The girls had all gone back to the girls house to get ready for the party whilst the guys had gone back to their apartment to get ready of course Harper had texted Joe the address and he would pass it on to the others Sarah, Rose, Harper and Hannah had decided to go as the powerpuff girls, which means that CC would be the professor, Andy would go as batman, Joe would go as Spongebob, Jake as Zoidberg from Futurama, Lonny as Robin and Jinxx as Spiderman it was going to be an amazing time, Sarah had finished getting ready first so she had quickly gone to her wardrobe to grab Harper's gift and whilst the other girls was still getting ready this gave Sarah the perfect chance to put the gift in the boot of the car, thankfully Poppy was being looking after by her parents who absolutely adored Poppy.

Sarah had come back inside just in time as both Hannah and Harper both the birthday girls was coming down the stairs in her costume as promised Sarah and Mel helped doing the girls hair and make up which took less time than if Sarah was to do it on her own, Mel wasn't really in the mood to go out tonight she wasn't feeling well but she still insisted on helping out with the girls hair, Lonny wasn't sure if he should go but she insisted saying to him that she'll probably have an early night anyways, she started feeling unwell a little while earlier on all of a sudden probably thinks that she caught a bug or something and Jessica wasn't feeling that well either so she couldn't come which is a shame but nothing could be done.

SARAH, HARPER, HANNAH AND ROSE'S OUTFITS - YELLOW NOT INCLUDED

CC - COSTUME PROFESSOR

ANDY'S - COSTUME BATMAN WITH CONVERSE TRAINER

JOE'S - SPONGEBOB SQUAREPANTS COSTUME AND SHOES

JAKE'S COSTUME - ZOIDBERG FUTURAMA

JINXX'S COSTUME - SPIDERMAN

LONNY'S ROBIN - COSTUME

An hour had passed it was time for everyone to meet up at the karaoke bar this would be the first time that everyone sees their costumes so it should be interesting, all the girls minus Mel gets into Sarah's car it will fit everyone in and Sarah was of course in the driver's seat, it would take around twenty minutes to get there which was pretty good timing seeing as it was both Harper and Hannah's 22nd birthday they chose the music of course they had picked Black Veil Brides which was a huge relief for Sarah as she had stopped listening to her ex-fiancees music after they broke up but she was more than happy being with Andy even though right now, it was a secret between at least two other people well until tomorrow when they both agreed to tell everyone else.

Twenty minutes later they had arrived at the bar and Sarah had noticed that Andy's car was parked in front she speaks up saying, "Well looks like the guys have beaten us here already ready to go girls?" All of them cheered, the group of girls got out of the car carefully not wanting to slip and hurt themselves closing the doors behind them headed inside the guys had already got a table which was near the karaoke machine keeping an eye out for the girls who aren't exactly hard to spot considering what they're wearing all the guys seemed pretty impressed with their outfits, of course the girls was too busy talking amongst themselves to notice but after a moment surprisingly Sarah could hear her name being called but it took her a minute to look around until she saw the guys.

Sarah speaks up saying, "Well found the guys." She points and the rest of the girls look in the direction and sure enough there they guys was so they joined them sitting around the table it went Sarah, Andy, Rose, Jinxx, Harper, Joe, Hannah, CC, Lonny was sitting on the other side of Sarah she had offered him seeing as she was now his sister in law also he promised Mel that he would look after her, Sarah was talking to both Lonny and Andy saying "Well I had a feeling you would be Batman but honestly wasn't expecting you to be his side-kick Lonny but I think it's cute."

He laughs saying, "Well me and Andy may or may not have been planning this for some time now." Andy laughs speaking up saying, "Yeah he's not lying and to be fair you know me so well it was bound to happen." He then whispers something that only she could hear by saying, "Shame you couldn't be my catwoman." She smiles and blushes a little and then whispers back, "Well wait till Halloween then I can be your catwoman." They both smile at each other but can't exactly kiss in front of everyone right now but they didn't mind because their hands was close together their pinkies touching.

After sometime had passed Sarah had excused herself to go and get both Hannah and Harper's gifts which was still in the boot of the car of course Rose went with her to give her a hand whilst everyone else was talking amongst themselves, thankfully before they knew it their was back with gifts which causes both girls to look over and the group all goes quiet both girls sit down on the either side of the birthday girls it's Rose that speaks up first saying, "I know you girls said no gifts but to be fair we couldn't help ourselves you've been through so much and after all you only turn 22 once so we wanted to treat you, first Hannah these are for you Happy Birthday and we hope you love these gifts."

HANNAH'S GIFTS MAKE UP, BAG AND VLOGGING CAMERA

HARPER'S BIRTHDAY GIFTS

When the girls had opened their gifts they loved each and everyone of the gifts, hugging each person separately but the gifts wasn't over just yet as Joe was now getting up from his spot which confused Harper because he was now standing in front of her with all their friends surrounding them and she is sitting down but he bends down in front of her which causes her to understand what was happening and she started getting emotional happy of course he speaks up saying, "I have been wanting to do this for sometime but wanted to wait for the right time and well tonight is the perfect time especially with our friends to witness what is about to happen." He takes her left hand whilst she covers her mouth with her right hand he says, "Harper Hart would you do be the honour of being my wife?"

He shows the engagement ring and Harper has a big grin on her face whilst getting emotional and starts nodding her head, "I would love to be your wife Joe." He smiles and places the engagement ring on her finger, he gets up and embraces his now fiancee giving her the biggest kiss possible all their friends and his cousin cheered of course they had a huge group hug but it wasn't over just yet as the guys had go over to the karaoke machine which just happened to have some of Black Veil Brides songs on there the one that they picked was Saviour and it was for Harper, as Joe sang along as well it was magically another present from Joe but also the other guys as well which she very much appreciated.

HARPER'S ENGAGEMENT RING

The girls all sat together whilst Hannah was recording the whole thing on her new camera that she had been given to remember this day forever, it was almost time for the birthday cake which Rose went to get and she already had match sticks and a lighter but of course the night wasn't over just yet the cake wouldn't be until later on understandable there had been a lot of drinking now it was time for some of the girls to sing some songs whilst others decided to go and get some more drinks Harper and Rose was singing whilst Sarah and Hannah linked arms so neither of them would fall over considering there was a little drunk but they wasn't the only ones because almost all of the group was a little tipsy except for Lonny and Rose as they are the drivers now also not much of drinkers which is fair.

It was now time for the birthday cake so Rose had gone to get the cake with some help from the bartender she lit up the candles and thanked him of course, headed back to the guys started singing Happy Birthday to both Harper and Hannah who couldn't stop smiling and also loved the cake as it went with the theme of the party, once everyone had finished there was only two candles so both girls got to blow a candle out each without causing an argument plus there wasn't exactly room for 22 candles but neither of them minded, they closed their eyes to each make a wish and then blew them out which caused everyone in the group to cheer whilst clapping.

HANNAH AND HARPER'S 22ND BIRTHDAY CAKE

At the bar whilst the girls was waiting for their drinks they had been joined by Andy and Jake as they decided considering there was quite a few people in the group that they would be gentlemen and help out the girls, which they very much appreciated they started talking Hannah speak up first saying, "Well I might be a bit tipsy but I just wanna say I love you guys and thank you for this amazing birthday party it has been a-awesome." Sarah wraps an arm over Hannah's shoulder saying, "Well I-I am happy that you are enjoying yourself and we all love you so much."

When they had returned with drinks which of course involved some shots putting the drinks on the tables Sarah notices that two people are missing and speaks up saying, "Erm wait a-a second wasn't there more of us we are two people short where's Harper and CC?" The others had noticed and was looking around but couldn't find either of them anywhere they both finally made an appearance separately Harper speaks up saying, "Hey sorry we need the toilets is that shots?" Rose speaks up saying, "H-hey wondered where you guys disappeared off to and yeah Sarah, Andy, Hannah and Jake brought them over."

They ended up partying for a little longer but then something bad happened right after Joe had purposed to Harper out of nowhere CC kissed Harper which left everyone stunned when CC separated he didn't realise that he had kissed the wrong girl understandable Hannah was devastated runs off crying her eyes out he was about to follow by Sarah stopped him and says, "Let me go I think it's for the best." So that is what she did, Hannah had gone outside and was leaning against the wall crying her eyes out but when Sarah saw her gave her the biggest hug ever which Hannah very much appreciated, they stood there for a few minutes just hugging whilst she was crying.

That's when it was decided that maybe it was time for everyone to head off home and get some well deserved sleep so whilst Hannah headed for the car not wanting to go back inside which Sarah understood she headed back inside and to the group, speaking up she says "Hey Hannah wants to go home to be fair it's been a long night and almost everyone is clearly wasted so I'm gonna take Hannah back to ours." Harper speaks up saying, "I think that might be a good idea is she mad at me Sar?" She looks over at Harp saying, "Right now she just wants to go home so you can still come with us but just don't expect Hannah to be in a talkative mood."

Of course Joe was also upset so he said he's goodbyes except to Harper he avoided her and headed outside to the guys car slowly everyone started following except for Sarah and Andy who had stayed behind to grab the presents and cake which was put back in the box, he speaks up saying "Well that was an interesting way to end the party how's Hannah holding up?" Sarah sits down for a moment sighing she says, "Andy she's devastated not only did her husband kiss Harp but also on their birthday I just hope she can forgive him, It's obviously gonna take time thanks for staying behind to help me also how's Joe doing?."

He smiles saying, "Yeah I hope so as well of course CC is wasted but to be fair that doesn't give him a free pass and he's also devastated, heartbroken just hope he doesn't break up with her but guess we'll find out once everyone is sobered up you still wanna tell them that we're dating or wait a little while longer?" Sarah gets up and wraps her arms around his neck saying, "I honestly think we should tell them tomorrow who knows this might be the good news that they need to forget about what happened?" He wraps his arms around her waist saying, "Yeah that's true." They share a sweet kiss which last quite a while and when they both finally broke apart, resting their foreheads against each other but then there was a cough which causes the both of them to look in the direction of the cough.

Thankfully it was just Lonny who is smirking saying, "Well lets just be glad that it was me to come and see why you was both taking your time everyone is wondering where you two are." They separated Lonny decided to pick up the cake whilst both Sarah and Andy picked up the gifts and all three of them headed outside to the cars, put everything in the boot of Sarah's car Rose had taken the keys after Sarah handed them to her and got into the drivers seat saying their goodnights and byes all the girls climbed into Sarah's car whilst the guys had gotten into Andy's car driving off hoping that tomorrow is going to be a better day.

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