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m0e-ru · 2 years
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hbd piss five you godforsaken disgrace /insert screenshot of my ps3 save files from 2017 ect ect/
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kawaiisadoglu · 6 months
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Admiring From Afar: Lewis Hamilton x Black!Caribbean!Reader
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The day had been hectic as mechanics, engineers and aerodynamicists moved around calculating, making changes and enhancements to the Formula 1 cars for the drivers to get the best results during the race. Eventually the guys went off after the greenlight, overtaking and defending; fighting to earn their spot on the podium. The race ended as usual with Max in 1st place which annoyed a lot of people due to them wanting to see someone else in the number one spot at least once and the fact that they were tired of hearing the Dutch Anthem.
Lewis was offered a drink to cool down after his race as he headed to the post race interviews. He went through four different journalists until he was at his second to last, when he spotted HER. At the moment, no one knew anything about Lewis' dating life as he keeps it tightly under wraps, yet at this very moment he didn't care if anyone caught him. Lewis absentmindedly listened to the journalist's question as he stared across the paddock at his wife who was busy interviewing was George as she herself is a journalist. He paid no attention to the journalist who was standing confused and waiting for a response, as he "discretely" admired her pretty hair that was styled into butterfly locs with accessories he helped her to choose, her beautiful yellow sundress that somehow was hugging onto and accentuating her figure-thankfully not showing her growing three months pregnant baby bump that much, down to her cute toes that he had worked hard the day before to paint white.
Things got very concerning as George looked across to realise that his teammate was doing something he wasn't supposed to and so he yelled. "Hey man Lewis, stop staring at me!" that pulled him out of his trance as his wife turned around to smile at him, making his heart race. "I'm sorry, I just noticed how messed up your hair is" was Lewis' excuse that of course everyone bought and laughed it off, thinking of how funny it was for a seven-time world champion to zone out just because his teammate's hair was messy. On the other hand, George kept cracking up for the rest of the day every time he saw Lewis, as he was the only one besides Y/n who knew what was really happening.
The day had finally come to an end and Lewis couldn't be more impatient to get home. The drive that was usually 10 minutes was decreased to 4 minutes as he took the highway, speeding through the almost empty roads. Parking and locking up the car in the garage, he hurried inside, stopping in his tracks as he finds her in the kitchen; cooking him a hot meal. "You don't have to stand so far anymore, we're home now" Y/n joked making him smile as he moved forward to hug her from behind. "I missed you both. It was killing me not being able to hug you today." Lewis mumbled into Y/n neck while rubbing her bump, as she reached back to run his braids that he had pulled from the hair tie. The married couple proceeded to enjoy the rest of their evening with dinner, movies and finally went to sleep enjoying the quiet side of their lives.
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msperfect777 · 8 months
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big sister talks : chapter 2
1. if you care about what other ppl think of you, ur wasting ur life
spending time worrying about what other ppl think when they look at you is sooo useless. you are creating imaginary and false ideas of urself thro others. you walk past a group of ppl and you immediately become voice insecurities to yourself. who even are those ppl? they are nothing compared to you. thinking that their “prettier” or “richer” or “smarter” is stupid asf bc all those are just society aspects that are false. there is no such thing as being prettier than blah blah blah. you are you just like she is she and he is he and they are they. we are all our own ppl so why waste time thinking ur less than in other ppl’s eyes? spend that time telling urself how valuable you are. realize that insecurities arent real. theres literally nothing wrong with you. you are perfect period. society may tell you that you arent but who tf are they? you wanna stick to a victim mindset or you wanna be accurate in knowing you are already perfect?
you cant spend all your life worrying about what others think of you. stop being goofy and know that the only opinion that matters is you. focus on the thing that rly matters: you. love urself bc ur the one that will never leave ur side.
recovery tips: dance in front of the mirror naked while listening to your favorite song. notice how perfect your body is. the thought that ur ugly is the same as the thought of your pretty. theres no difference right? so now you know how much of a waste of time it is to think you arent perfect.
think about how the ppl you think are thinking bad about you are a bunch of nobodies. do you think they care about those insecurities you think you have? no. so why would you care and stress about their useless opinions. notice how those thoughts are coming from you. those thoughts say that they are staring at you and that they think you look weird. thoughts arent real🤡. all this is an illusion. so enjoy the ride and dont get caught up in useless little things like thoughts and other random ppl. enjoy yourself bc you can.
2. dont waste your time on male validation
as a female in this society, we are expected to look up to men and please them…first of all.. look at what a beauty you are. you rly think a beautiful being like you would have to worry about pleasing others, especially men?? nahhh. never. remember that that little part of you that feels the need to impress men is just a result of this society. forget about it. the only one you need to impress is you.
recovery tips: know that you are a powerful limitless being. never accept impressing others. your so high up that ppl have to impress you. its never the opposite. listen to bad bitch edit audios. watch iconic 2000s movies. realize that you are the main character. why would a queen and a main character focus on impressing ppl that are already below her??… exactly.
3. be spontaneous and free
go out for a damn walk in the park or wherever. dont even worry about where your going. just walk. just enjoy the moment. get tf off the phone and take some fucking sun. for all my beautiful black angels, we all know that our afros grow towards the sun. you notice how when ppl start to get locs, they get thicker like a tree branch? while afros grow like a tree itself. we are nature. go out to the sun and let it bless your beautiful melanated skin and incredible afro hair. for everyone now: go have fun in the sun. humans are not meant to stay at home all day on they phone like stop being stupid and take a walk wherever.
dont worry and dont plan. just do and it will be exciting believe me.
4. love your beautiful black hair.
when i was little, i didnt know how to take care of my pretty type 4 hair bc my mom didnt have the same hair type as me. i would always look at the girls with straight hair or loose curls and wonder why i dont have that hair type. now im in love with my hair bc i learned to take care of it. the tight curls, the way i can put it in twists or cornrows or leave it in an afro. my hair is so versatile! theres no way i cant love it. idc if ppl call ur hair “difficult” or “too hard” or “ugly”… thats bc they will never know what its like having perfect hair like this. they could neva compare and thats a fact. it took me years to love my hair and i wish all little black babies grow up to know how perfect they hair is.
black barbie hair tips:
get a moisturizing shampoo and deep conditioner. i recommend companies like shea moisture, mielle organics, camille rose naturals, kinky-curly, and there are more just research and try which ever works for your hair
soak your hair in warm water and massage your scalp. use your shampoo and scrub with your finger tips not your finger nails (or else you can get cuts). shampoo 2-3 times.
put ur deep conditioner and when you detangle ur hair, use your fingers and detangle in small sections. do not use a small comb. use a wide tooth comb if you want. then, you can put ur hair in twists and put a cap on or steam it in the shower so that the deep conditioner moisturizes your hair.
rinse and use a moisturizing cream / leave in conditioner and put it on ur hair in sections and comb thro. do big or mini twists to lock in product.
when you have on an afro, do not pick your curls and pull it. this can cause breakage and split ends. when you have twists on, water your beautiful hair with water and some product in a spray bottle everyday / few times a week. think of your hair like a plant, you have to water and care for it.
when you take out your twist of any other protective styles, take your time to reduce breakage. and its better to detangle hair when it has conditioner in it. try using pre-shampoo when detangling dry hair.
spend time understanding your hair. thats how special it is. love it bc its raw black beauty.
everyones hair is different so what i do for my hair and the products i use will not always work you. research your hair porosity and hair types. a hair care journey starts off messy at times but the more it lasts, the easier it gets. you can start off hating your hair but you will soon realize how much of a perfect prize it is 💋
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dollries · 2 months
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 ໒꒰ྀི ෆ ◞ ◟ ꒱ྀི১ ♡ྀི sweetest girl : event ! 💌 🦢
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a valentine’s day event that i wish will be a form of cathartic self - expression as well as an expression of love, platonic or romantic, towards other people and affection / fondness for the dearest things in life ✿
lightly inspired by fairytopea’s lovely event : perfect date with fairytopea ! please give her event and blog a look if you haven’t already ♡ ♡ ♡
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⑅ ꒰ᐢ ⸝⸝⸝ ᐢ꒱⌒꒱o sweetest girl - requirements !
  ♡ has to be (light) pink or (dark) red to represent valentine’s day 🎀
  ♡ anything heart - shaped or delicate, such as lace, angel wings/hair, doilies, or finest porcelain dolls (✿˘͈ᵕ˘͈)
  ♡ a media that changed your view of love or ‘shaped’ you — a book, film, studio album, poem, painting, musical composition, etc 𝄞
  ♡ one photo of your musical inspiration, including but not limited to k - pop idols ! if you have more than one you can make a gif or collage 💌
  ♡ unrealistic or not, anything hinting towards your childhood dream career(s) ! (for example, if your dream was to be a doctor, you could include an image of a doctor’s office or apparatus found inside — ex. needles, firstaid kit, etc 🩹)
  ♡ girl idol who you think fits the ‘sweetest girl’ or ‘good girl’ image (please let me know if i worded this wrong .)
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⑅ ꒰ᐢ ⸝⸝⸝ ᐢ꒱⌒꒱o sweetest girl - how to join.
  ♡ leave a sweet comment ( or simply, ‘joining !’ ). reblog this post & tag 3 - 5 mutuals to spread !
  ♡ the end date is february 14 so make sure to complete and post your submissions either before or by then ! submissions will still be qualified if posted on the 14th & the event will close at midnight on february 15 ☆
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⑅ ꒰ᐢ ⸝⸝⸝ ᐢ꒱⌒꒱o sweetest girl - extra credit ?
  ♡ self - made gifs, icons, and locs are my weakness sorry .. but winners will be chosen by random ! to me everyone is a winner by default for participating 💕💗
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⑅ ꒰ᐢ ⸝⸝⸝ ᐢ꒱⌒꒱o sweetest girl - prizes ! 🍮
  ♡ first place : 100 reblogs, custom moodboard & divider, 5 locs, custom theme, s/o, follow back
  ♡ second place : 80 reblogs, custom moodboard, 4 locs, custom theme, s/o, follow back
  ♡ third place : 60 reblogs, custom divider, 3 locs, custom theme, s/o, follow back
  ♡ runner - ups : 40 reblogs, custom prize of choice, s/o, follow back : )
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⑅ ꒰ᐢ ⸝⸝⸝ ᐢ꒱⌒꒱o my favorite blogs - 🎀
  ♡ @baesol @b-ubbleberry @chaeneuu @chouzi @dollienini @dearloona @dovedi @egorls @eundior @fairytopea @fleuwrei @florietas @gun-wook @haeivn @h-aeun @i06chae @iluvrei @jaes1lvr @jolibea @jenfaery @jeonqham @jeonzio @koosuvi @lorlita @mazeui @neuia @nwtzy @ningrlz @p-oisn @raeceah @shiolu @tookio @umiena @yerivs @y2qi + more 💌
  ♡ (in no specific order, so sorry for the tags :( /nf 🏷️)
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                            sealed with utmost love,
                                    valentina.
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tip-top-cloud-surfer · 8 months
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The Forgotten Nest (Part 8) - Rooster
Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw / Mitchell!OC (Cora)
Word Count: 4.7k
This work, all my works, and my entire blog are 18+ Only
Warnings: Past Unplanned Teenage Pregnancy; Angst; Absent Parental Figures; The 'He Didn't Know About the Pregnancy' Trope; Repeating Trauma Cycles; Crying; The Uranium Facility Mission; Named Mitchell Daughter OC (Cora) and Named Mitchell-Bradshaw Son (Nickie)
Summary: The uranium facility mission commences.
A.N. There are references to a previous unplanned teenage pregnancy (between two eighteen-year-olds) in this fic. There won't be any flashback scenes to the pregnancy, but the references are still there, so if that makes you uncomfortable, please do not read.
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Epilogue
Master List
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Cora stood at the window of her home. It was barely light and she was still dressed in her pajamas. Wrapping her arms around herself, she stepped out onto the front deck of her home, and closed the door behind her. Stepping further out onto the deck, she stared in the direction of the Naval Air Base, trying to hold herself together.
She hadn’t slept last night. Not after her talk with Nickie and her discussion with her dad. Glancing down at her fingers, she tried to rub the blue ink out of her finger pads. The ink was still wet when she handed that photo to Maverick for the transfer. He shot her a look that she didn’t have the stomach to return and pulled her into a tight hug before he was gone.
Letting out a shaky breath, Cora turned back to the Naval Air Base to see an F/A-18 take off. And then another. And then another. Slowly sinking onto the front steps of her home, Cora watched them fly off before slowly lowering her head down into her hands as tears streamed down her cheeks.
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Bradley rifled through his small bag, moving to grab his sleep clothes. Omaha was already in his bunk behind him, but Bradley’s mind was racing too fast for him to fall asleep quite yet. The mission was set for tomorrow and they were simply getting into position tonight.
Reaching for his toothbrush, Rooster paused and frowned when he felt his hand brush against a thick piece of paper. Pulling it out of his pack, Rooster paused when he realized that it was a photo. A photo of him and Cora at their senior prom.
How did that get into his bag?
Flipping it over, Rooster’s eyes quickly landed on the blue ink on the back of the photo. It was slightly smudged and the letters were written in haste, but it was clearly Cora’s handwriting. He knew it all of these years later.
Nickie told me about your meeting. Come home safely and we can talk.
Rooster flipped the photo over again, remembering that night vividly. He and Cora spent the whole night together, never wanting to leave each other’s sides, and caught up in the kind of love that only teenagers seemed to experience.
And bile rose in his throat when Rooster did the math in his head.
Cora was probably already pregnant in these photos. And it might just be the closest that they would ever get to having a photo of all three of them.
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Maverick stared out at the assembled aviators in front of him with his hands folded calmly behind his back. This was the moment. He knew that someone wasn’t coming back from this mission and now he had to pick the pour souls who would be on the chopping block, all of which had families and friends back home waiting for their return.
The foxtrot teams were a simple choice. Speed and accuracy and ability to react quickly were his main criteria for that. Picking the single flier was the difficult choice. The one that would probably haunt him for the rest of his life. However long that might be.
Hangman was the answer on paper—he flew the fastest and the most aggressively, which was what the mission called for. But no one trusted him to cover their backs. Coyote was out. The G-LOC incident grounded him. And between Fritz and Rooster, Rooster had the better stats and repertoire with the foxtrot teams. So, the answer was there. He just had to make it.
“Rooster,” Maverick called after Cyclone’s prompting.
The initial shock that Rooster wore on his face was clear as day, though he quickly shoved it behind the mask that all of them were wearing during the briefing. The mask that all aviators forced themselves to put on before every mission.
Rooster and Maverick locked eyes for a moment, a silent conversation passing between them. The more sheepish, guilt-stricken side of Rooster stood out more than Maverick had seen since the incident seventeen years ago. And from what Nickie said, Maverick knew that it was genuine. He just wished that it happened sooner.
Then Nickie and Rooster could have actually talked and learned about each other. Rooster could have made it up to Cora and that stress could have been off of her shoulders years ago. And then they could have been just like any ordinary family of three.
But things were never simple in the Mitchell family. Nor were they easy in the Bradshaw family.
Maverick nodded to the gathered aviators before making his way to the locker room, leaving Rooster standing there, a bit lost.
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Rooster stepped out onto the flight deck, gripping his helmet loosely and clearly lost in his thoughts. He wasn’t expecting to be chosen. Not after everything that he and Maverick had put each other through over the years, and especially in the last few days. Not after he coasted his way through the training runs, never quite pushing it like Hangman did.
He didn’t think that he was good enough for this mission. And yet here he was.
Picking his head up for a moment, Rooster paused when he found Hangman standing on the deck in front of him, a serious expression on his face. Gone was the arrogant edge that made Rooster want to knock his teeth out ever since he met him. No, for once, Hangman actually looked like a team player. Like someone who cared if everyone came home.
“You give ‘em hell,” Hangman yelled over the roar of the engines, before making his way to his plane.
Rooster barely even acknowledged Hangman as he walked away, too caught up in his emotions. Nickie wanted to see him. Cora wanted to see him. Maverick chose him out of the line up of the best aviators in the country. Hangman was actually believed in him.
Rooster was so lost that it was a miracle he didn’t fall off the side of the ship.
Righting himself, Rooster turned and walked over to the plane adjacent to his own. Maverick was running through the pre-flight checks on his own aircraft when Rooster approached him, a bit more frantically than he intended.
“Sir? Sir?” Rooster called, causing Maverick to turn around to face him. “I . . . I just want to say—”
The orders over the comms cut off Rooster’s apology and automatically snapped both aviators into action. Maverick, seeing the shakiness to Rooster’s expression, took charge.
“We’ll talk. When we get back,” Maverick assured Rooster, who nodded curtly in return.
Maverick watched Rooster turn around and head for his own plane. Letting out a breath, Maverick looked to the ground, shaking his head before moving around to climb into his plane. Maverick didn’t want to lie to Rooster. But he wanted to protect him even more.
And, so, he lied.  
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Nickie sat out on his surfboard, staring out into the Pacific Ocean with a far-off expression in his eye. The waves passed harmlessly under him, tickling his calves, but not pushing him hard enough to snap him out of his daze. Maverick was somewhere out in the Pacific in that direction. Bradley was somewhere out in the Pacific in that direction.
And Nickie hated waiting. He hated not knowing.
“Hey, Mitchell!” one of the other surf team boys called, breaking Nickie out of his trance. “Let’s go!”
“Right,” Nickie breathed out, blinking rapidly.
Turning to shoot one last look in the direction of the Pacific, Nickie paddled forward to catch a wave, ignoring how his stomach was knotted uncomfortably with stress.
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Maverick signaled to the deck crew that he was prepared for launch before grabbing the handle. Forcing himself to take a breath, Maverick closed his eyes for a moment, picturing Nickie and Cora back home, safe and sound and taken care of, before he opened his eyes, completely focused on the mission directly in front of him.
“Watch over ‘em, Ice,” he murmured, before his plane was launched into the air.
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Cora stood on the sand with Penny, watching Nickie surf with the other surf team kids. The two women had barely talked since Cora arrived, both caught up in their own thoughts. Cora wrapped her arms around herself, watching Nickie surf through the waves, though not as well as he normally did. He was distracted, she could tell, and the realization made her heart ache.
“He’s doing well,” Penny commented, causing Cora to nod slowly.
“But he’s not in it,” Cora stated softly, turning to face Penny. She gestured to the open ocean in front of them. “His head’s out there.”
“Can’t blame the kid,” Penny replied, just as Nickie wiped out.
Cora held her breath until Nickie resurfaced, completely unharmed, but just a little sheepish. Settling back down, Cora pursed her lips together and stared out at the setting sun in the distance. Penny reached out and wrapped an arm around her, giving Cora some support.
They didn’t need to discuss it. They both saw the look in Maverick’s eyes when he said goodbye.
“I think I’m going to take Amelia on a sailing trip,” Penny suggested, causing Cora to nod in return. “Did you and Nickie want to come?”
“No, thank you though,” Cora replied softly, turning back to her son. “I’m worried that Nickie would go tumbling off the side at this rate.”
“You know that I’m always here for the two of you.”
“I know, Penny. Thank you.”
Cora turned back to the waves of the distant ocean, unable to help the tears building in her eyes. Silently letting them drip down her cheeks, Cora let Penny pull her into a tight hug as the two women tried to hold themselves together for the sake of their children. And, frankly, for themselves.
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“Dagger Two defending!” Rooster called out, spotting the SAMs behind him. Slamming his fist into the flares button, Rooster cursed when none popped out. “Shit! I’m out of flares!”
“Rooster, evade, evade!” Maverick yelled back, quickly turning around to help.
“I can’t shake them! They’re on me! They’re on me!” Rooster warned, going through evasive maneuvers.
Maverick didn’t hesitate. He just moved.
A thousand thoughts were flying through his head as he sped towards Rooster. Goose’s face. Carole’s face. Cora’s face. Nickie’s face. Oh, God, Nickie. Racing to protect his best friend’s son and his grandson’s father that he barely knew, Maverick hurried to get into position.
Rooster had to live. He had to live. He had to make it right with Cora. He had to make it right with Nickie. He had to live. He had to survive.
The sensors in front of Rooster started to beep aggressively, warning him that the SAMs were getting closer. Maverick yanked back on the joy stick, using the cobra maneuver to fly up above Rooster. Slamming his fist onto his flare button, Maverick released the flares behind Rooster, protecting him from one of the SAMs.
But Maverick’s own sensors started to blare as the second SAM flew forward.
“Mav!” Rooster screamed out in a panic.
Maverick grunted as the SAM hit him directly in the back of his aircraft. His plane broke apart and he started hurtling towards the ground in a great ball of fire. Sensors beeped all around Maverick as he released the joy stick, submitting to his fate.
And just before it all went back Maverick swore that he heard Nickie’s voice calling out to him.
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“Penny said that she’s taking Amelia on a sailing trip,” Cora told Nickie softly as they packed up his gear to head back home. “Did you want to go?”
“No,” Nickie replied quietly, shaking his head. “I think that I just want to stay home.”
“We’ll do whatever you want to do, okay?” Cora assured Nickie, forcing a small smile.
“Do you think we could get those burgers at the diner that Gramps likes?” Nickie asked as he opened the passenger door.
“I thought that you hated those burgers,” Cora replied quietly, staring over at her son. “You always said that they were too greasy.”
“I know, but . . . Gramps always like them,” Nickie returned softly.
Trying to not let her lips wobble, Cora forced a smile and grabbed Nickie’s hand, giving it a small squeeze. Turning on the car, she faced forward to try and get control over her emotions.
“We’ll get some burgers then. For your Gramps.”
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Maverick sprinted through the thick snow, powered by sheer determination. Every few steps he took, Maverick did a quick calculation about how much farther Rooster was and about how long it would take to get to him. His first aid training ran through his brain too.
Was Rooster hurt? Did he land safely? Did he eject safely? Maverick didn’t have the answer.
Spotting Rooster upright and kneeling in the snow, shoving down his parachute, Maverick felt new energy course through his veins. Rooster was alive. And he wasn’t hurt too bad based on the way that he was kneeling. He was alright. He was going to survive his ejection.
“You alright!?” Maverick yelled, hopping over a snow bank.
“Yeah, I’m good. You alright?” Rooster called back, right before Maverick pushed him straight into a pile of snow. “Jesus! What the hell!?”
Rooster yanked his helmet off and shoved it into the snow. Maverick slipped his off as well before turning to give Rooster the scolding of a lifetime.
“What are you doing here!?”
“What am I doing here!?” Rooster squawked back indignantly as he stood up.
“You think I took that missile for you so you could be down here with me!? You should be back on the carrier by now!”
“I saved your life!” Rooster snapped back.
“I saved your life! That’s the whole point.” Shaking his head incredulously, Maverick turned back to Rooster. “What the hell were you even thinking!?”
“You told me not to think!”
Maverick didn’t have a response for that, simply breathing heavily as he tried to catch his breath. Rooster nodded sarcastically, throwing his arms up in the air, before slamming them back at his sides. Both Maverick and Rooster breathed heavily, looking around the forest for any hostiles, before turning back to each other.
“You were supposed to go back to Cora and Nickie,” Maverick sighed, staggering a bit. Squatting in the snow, Maverick looked up at Rooster, who stared back evenly at him. “You were supposed to go back and make it right.”
“I am going to,” Rooster vowed, straightening up. He looked around the forest again before returning his gaze to Maverick. “But it wasn’t going to work without you.”
Maverick let out a breath, dropped his head down onto his hand. Rubbing his face as he tried to catch his breath properly after sprinting a couple miles at his age, Maverick picked his head up to find Rooster already offering him a hand. Taking it, Maverick accepted Rooster’s help up and dusted some of the snow off of his flight suit.  
“She’s going to kill us when she finds out,” Maverick stated, glancing around the forest.
“If she finds out,” Rooster suggested, causing Maverick to nod in agreement.  
“Well, it’s good to see you,” Maverick replied with a small smile.
“It’s good to see you too,” Rooster returned, setting his hands on his hips. “So, what’s the plan?”
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Cora looked up from her computer when one of the nurses at her office rushed into the room that she was charting in. Immediately assuming that something was wrong with one of the patients, Cora leapt to her feet, ready for action.
“What is it? What’s wrong?”
“You have to come see. Room 22.”
Cora quickly rushed down the hall, overtaking the junior nurse. Opening the door to the patient room, Cora stepped inside, expecting to see a swarm of doctors and nurses, but all she saw was her dad, dressed in his flight suit, waiting for her on the patient bed.
And in that moment, Cora wasn’t thirty-four. She was a little kid all over again.
Letting out a choked sob, Cora raced across the room and threw herself into her dad’s waiting arms, completely unaware that her coworkers were filming the whole thing. And she was even less aware that there was another surprise guest waiting for her in the corner. Unable to help the tears of relief, Cora let her dad rock her back and forth.
“I’m alright,” Maverick chuckled, hugging his daughter to his chest. “Just a few bumps and bruises.”
“I know that you’re hiding injuries from me, but I don’t even care right now,” Cora sobbed, unwilling to let go of her dad. “You’re home. You’re home.”
“We’re home.”
Releasing her dad, Cora wiped some of her tears away and turned to see Rooster standing in the corner, also dressed in his flight suit. It took her a second, a painful second where Rooster wondered if she was even happy to see him, before Cora took off again. Running into his arms, Cora buried her face into Rooster’s shoulder, and Rooster quickly returned the hug.
Wrapping her arms around him tightly, Cora breathed in Rooster’s cologne, soothing herself just a bit more. They were home. They were safe. They were alive. There wouldn’t be a funeral. There wouldn’t be a burial. They were here.
“You came back,” Cora whispered shakily, causing Rooster to hug her tighter.
“I wasn’t going to leave you guys. Not again.”
Cora nodded against him, letting out a shaky breath. Maverick smiled at Cora and Rooster’s embrace as he stood up. Cora and Rooster broke away, both turning to Maverick.
“So, how’re we going to surprise Nickie?” Maverick asked, wearing that iconic mischievous smirk.
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Nickie walked up to the side door and unlocked it, heading inside after taking the bus home from school. He locked the door behind him and went about his usual after-school routine as if it was a normal day. Dropping his backpack onto one of the chairs, Nickie turned for the fridge to grab a snack. He opened the fridge door and frowned when he found a note waiting for him with his mom’s handwriting.
“Turn around?” he read aloud, confused, before doing as the note said.
Nickie had a split second to register who was standing behind him before sprinting the last few steps over to his grandfather. Maverick laughed as Nickie had to bend a little to give him a hug and rubbed his back as Nickie quickly sobbed into his shoulder. Cora held a hand to her mouth, happy tears coming to her eyes as Nickie reunited with his grandfather.  
“You’re alive,” Nickie croaked out, hugging his grandfather just a little tighter.
“Well, apparently, I refuse to die,” Maverick returned, causing Nickie to laugh a bit shakily.
“Does Mom know that you’re here?”
“Yeah, she’s right there.”
Nickie looked up from his grandfather’s shoulder to see his mom standing there with tears in her eyes. Cora waved to Nickie before he looked beyond her and spotted another figure standing there. Rooster stayed back, knowing that Nickie didn’t exactly view him as a dad but more of some kind of random stranger that bumped into his life unexpectedly.
But after Nickie gave his mom a quick hug in greeting, Nickie turned to face Rooster on his own. Rooster stood a bit nervously as Nickie stopped a few paces away from him. He wasn’t sure what Nickie’s reaction was going to be to his presence. But after what seemed like a century passed, Nickie reached forward and gave Rooster a hug.
Rooster froze for a moment before hugging Nickie back even stronger, far too emotional to do anything else. It was the first time that he held his son. His kid. And his son willingly hugged him. Rooster couldn’t help but let a few tears out during the moment. And Nickie, for his part, didn’t seem to want to let Rooster go either.
Amelia was right, Nickie realized with some apprehension. He really would have beat himself up for the rest of his life if he didn’t talk to Rooster before he left on the mission. Not that it mattered now, because Rooster was here. And based on the way that Rooster was hugging him back, Nickie had a feeling that Rooster was around to stay.
Cora shared a smile with Maverick as they watched Nickie and Rooster embrace for the first time ever. Maverick squeezed his daughter’s shoulder as she dried her eyes again.
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There was a cook out on the beach with the whole Dagger crew in a post-mission celebration. Penny pulled out a grill from somewhere in the Hard Deck and Maverick was nominated to do the grilling for the whole team, which he didn’t seem to mind in the slightest.
The rest of the Dagger Squad and their guests were spread out over the patch of sand, talking and chatting with each other and simply enjoying the San Diego sun. Cora stood to the side of the volleyball court a short walk from the grill, smiling to herself while she watched Nickie and Rooster work together to try and beat Harvard and Yale.
“Ms. Mitchell?” a voice called from her left, causing Cora to turn.
“Admiral Simpson,” she returned, straightening up subconsciously as Cyclone stood beside her.
“It has come to my attention that your son, Nickie, wants to become an aviator,” Cyclone began, causing Cora to pause for a moment.
“Yes, I believe that he does,” she replied quietly, fiddling with her necklace.
“Well, if he’s anything like his family members before him, he will one day make it to Top Gun.”
“That is his dream,” Cora echoed softly.
“Can you do me one favor, Ms. Mitchell?” Cyclone asked her after a moment.
“Sure,” Cora responded, turning to face Cyclone fully.
“Please inform me the second that your son gets his wings. So that I can immediately put in my retirement notice,” Cyclone emphasized, causing Cora to bite her cheek to not burst out laughing. She simply nodded instead, trying to hold it in. “Thank you.”
When Cyclone walked off, Cora let out a quiet laugh to herself. Shaking her head, she turned back to watch the volleyball game. But it seemed that between being Maverick’s daughter and the mother of Rooster’s secret love child, she was a popular person around the Dagger Squad.
“You must be the lovely Cora that we’ve heard so much about,” Hangman drawled, walking over to her.
“And you must be Hangman,” she returned, gazing at him curiously.
She didn’t get much of the details about the mission—considering it was top secret and all that—but the way that Maverick talked about Hangman led her to believe that something happened on the mission that fixed Maverick’s and even Rooster’s perspective on him.
But that grin that Hangman only told her one thing—he was trouble. Luckily, Cora was a Mitchell. She was natural at being trouble. It was in her genes.
“It’s a pleasure to finally meet you,” he stated, offering her a hand to shake.
“Likewise,” she returned, shaking his hand politely.
“You know, I have to say that you are far more beautiful than anyone described you as,” Hangman flirted, causing Cora to cock an eyebrow.
“How badly do you want Rooster to lose this game?” she asked, tilting her chin up a bit.
“About twenty bucks worth. Forty, actually,” Hangman replied, waving over to Coyote and Phoenix.
Phoenix shook her head in disbelief, probably waiting for Cora to knee Hangman in the balls, while Coyote seemed to be struggling to contain his laughter. Remaining poised, Cora turned back to Hangman as he continued with his explanation.
“That is, if Rooster comes and tries to rip my head off,” Hangman replied with a wink, causing Cora to smirk to herself.
“Oh, I wouldn’t worry about Rooster.”
“Your dad’s all the way—ow!”
The volleyball smacked right into the back of Hangman’s head, causing him to whirl around, rubbing his head. Nickie, who was originally wearing a look of death, immediately put on an innocent smile when Cora and Hangman turned to him and waved sarcastically.
Nickie, after all, was a mama’s boy. A mama’s boy who knew that men liked to lurk around his mom.
“Sorry!” Nickie called over.
“It slipped because of the sunscreen!” Rooster covered for Nickie, holding a thumbs up.
“Sure, it did,” Cora replied, shaking her head. Turning back to Hangman, she offered a smile. “I think that means that you only get twenty.”
“Great shot, Nickie!” Penny praised, clapping loudly for him.
“Any chance that you’d like a drink?” Hangman asked, trying to make just a little more money.
Up until Rooster hit the volleyball, which had rolled back to him after hitting Hangman in the head, into Hangman’s back, causing Hangman to roll his eyes. Rooster waved innocently, not unlike his son did moments before, as Cora shot him a look.
“Sunscreen again!”
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Eventually, the teams broke for food. Cora sat on the beach chair that she brought along, chatting with Bob and Phoenix, when Rooster slowly approached her. Phoenix nudged Bob in the side and they both made lame excuses before heading off, leaving Cora and Rooster alone.
“Is this seat taken?” Rooster asked, gesturing to the seat next to her.
“It looks like it’s about to be,” Cora replied, nodding towards it.
Rooster sat down and the two of them shared a small smile for a moment. It was still a little awkward between them, and there was no way really around that, but it was getting better. It was getting more and more like old times. Bradley was reminding Cora more of the Bradley she knew before Carole died, and that in of itself made her so happy.
“They asked us if we had a preference for where we wanted to be stationed,” Rooster began, causing Cora to sober up a bit.
“And?”
“I talked to Cyclone about it. He couldn’t guarantee North Island, but he said that he would make sure that I was in California,” Rooster explained, causing Cora to smile and nod. “And I know that you have work and Nickie has school, but we could drive out to where we grew up and show Nickie all of that and . . . my parents and that sort of stuff.”
“I think that Nickie would really like that,” Cora agreed, smiling softly.
“And you? Would you like that?” Rooster asked quietly.
“I’d love that,” Cora stated, causing Rooster to grin.
“Really?”
“Yeah, I would,” Cora repeated, smiling over at Rooster, who beamed right back at her.
Maverick watched Rooster and Cora chat over by themselves, relived that the two of them were talking and seemed to be getting along again. Penny nudged him with her arm, causing Maverick to turn to her. She pointed over at the volleyball court, where Nickie was holding up the ball.
“Hey, Gramps! One more game?” Nickie asked, grinning mischievously.
“Easy game!” Fanboy heckled, causing Maverick to laugh and slowly get to his feet.
“Alright, one more game, Nickie,” Maverick replied, jogging over to his grandson. “But we can’t go easy on them, okay?”
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Nickie agreed, smirking that iconic Mitchell smirk.
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mypimpademia · 8 months
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I love to see black lady fan fics but they never have hair like mine can I ask you to write the main 4 and how they would react to a girl with locs
— Locs
Bakugo x Fem! Black! Reader, Izuku x Black! Fem! Reader, Todoroki x Black! Fem! Reader, Shinsou x Black! Fem! Reader
TW: Swearing
— BAKUGO
⇶ Locs are hands down Katsukis favorite.
⇶ He loves how they look amazing all the time even without styling them
⇶ So when you walk into class on the first day with a fresh retwist, you catch his eye
⇶ He acts disinterested, per usual, but you can feel him staring at you as you introduce yourself to your other classmates
⇶ If you go up to him and say something, he’ll mug you and then ignore you completely
⇶ Izuku pulls you away from him and tells you that the blonde is rough around the edges, but he didn’t cuss you out or yell so that’s a good sign for you
⇶ Later that day, you get paired with him for an assignment
⇶ He hardly speaks to you, and when he does his answers are short
⇶ It’s irking your soul, honestly. The only thing that’s keeping you from asking him what his problem is is remembering what Izuku said about him
⇶ You think he’s just being an asshole, but you’re really trying to give him the benefit of the doubt. And as long as he doesn’t start anything with you like Izuku told you about, you’ll be chill
⇶ It doesn’t even dawn on you that you’re making him insanely nervous
⇶ It’s such an unfamiliar feeling to Katsuki, hence his strange behavior
⇶ He doesn’t care about the length of your hair, it could be above your shoulders or down to your ass and he’ll still think you look incredible
⇶ Will he tell you that? No. Let’s be serious.
⇶ He’s cool with whatever your natural hair color is, but dyed locs do something to him
⇶ Katsuki loves skunk stripes and peekaboos in any color, and fully dyed hair is a close second
⇶ Don’t even get him started on if you have it dyed orange, ginger, or blonde.
⇶ For styles, anything half up and half down is 🔛🔝
⇶ And if your locs are long, he likes to see you switch it up by making them into a bob
⇶ Katsuki will warm up to you eventually, once he gets over how nervous you make him first
— IZUKU
⇶ Anything with natural hair makes him melt, so to say he loves your locs would be an understatement
⇶ One of the first things he does, after introducing himself, is tell you that he likes you hair
⇶ Can’t stop staring at your locs while he talks to you, they’re just so pretty on you
⇶ Anytime you come into class with a different style or a retwist, he makes a point to compliment you
⇶ If you ever ask Izuku to pick a style for you to try, he’ll be more than happy to do so
⇶ You’ll scroll through Pinterest together until you find one you both like
⇶ Shit, he’ll make an entire board just for loc inspo and share it with you
⇶ Loves any style with a ponytail/pigtails, or in a bun
⇶ Thinks curly/wavy locs are the cutest thing ever
⇶ Adores locs with beads and charms on them, they’re so pretty to him and you’ll almost see stars in his eyes if you put any on yours
⇶ Doesn’t care about length much, but he does really like shorter locs (shoulder length and shorter) because they show how much you can do with locs regardless of how long they are
⇶ For dyed locs, he likes really bold and bright colors. Doesn’t care about if it’s a skunk stripe, peekaboo, fully dyed, just the ends, etc
⇶ Pink, purple, and of course, green are his favorites
⇶ If you let him try to retwist your locs, it won’t go terribly, but you most definitely will not ask him to do it again😭
⇶ Even though he can’t retwist to save his life, he’s great at styling so if you’re ever struggling he’ll enthusiastically help you
⇶ Truthfully, Izuku might enjoy your locs more than you
— TODOROKI
⇶ Sho thinks locs are sooo pretty
⇶ He won’t say anything to you, but you’ll catch him taking glances and immediately looking away when you meet eyes
⇶ Has a very awkward smile on his face when he does so, and it’s honestly the cutest thing ever
⇶ When you go over and say hi, he’s a bit shocked but quietly says hi
⇶ Shoto is naturally quiet, and you got that off rip, but he’s very obviously nervous the entire time you talk to him
⇶ Shoto is very blunt, so when you ask him what’s wrong he just tells you he thinks your hair is pretty
⇶ Doesn’t care about length at all, but for styling he likes when you just let them be, and any ponytail style
⇶ For dyed locs, he likes darker colors
⇶ If you have a split dye, he’ll think it’s cute that you and him are matching
⇶ Locs with charms, specially crystal charms, are heavenly to him. He thinks you look like an angel with an assortment of crystals dangling from your locs
⇶ If you ask him to do your hair, he’ll be fine as long as you give him guidance
⇶ Lovesss to play with your locs if you’ll let him
⇶ Always keeps a hair tie on his wrist for you in case you need one to pull them back, as well as clips
⇶ Just thinks you’re so pretty with your locs, he could look at them for hours
— SHINSOU
⇶ Natural hair lover to his core but locs will always take the cake
⇶ Hitoshi doesn’t even say hi when he first sees you, he tells you he likes your hair
⇶ It catches you off guard, but he likes watching you sputter out a thank you
⇶ Admires your locs pretty much everytime he’s talking to you, and even when he’s not
⇶ Doesn’t look away if you catch him, just gives you a smug grin
⇶ Even though he usually keeps his hair up how it always is, he Carrie’s hair ties and pins just in case he needs to put it back. He’ll let you borrow some if you ask
⇶ He likes any length, but sways towards shorter locs more
⇶ Hitoshi lovess barrels and twists, and believes that you can never go wrong with a good pineapple
⇶ For dyed locs, he’s likes peekaboos, skunk stripes, and scattered dyed ones in any color
⇶ If you have all of your hair dyed, Hitoshi likes vibrant colors, pink, blue, and purple being his favorites
⇶ Likes touching them, if you’ll let him
⇶ They’re hardly ever prolonged touches, most of the time he’ll tangle his fingers in your locs when coming up behind you to get your attention
⇶ But if your locs are long, he’ll play with them while talking to you or sitting behind you
⇶ Twists them, braids them, curls them around his fingers, etc
⇶ Hitoshi is actually good at doing hair, so if you ever get tired of styling it on your own or retwisting, you can count on him to get you right
⇶ He might scare you a little by watching a tutorial on YouTube or TikTok first, but surprises you by doing a nice job with little to no guidance from you
⇶ Hitoshi is a loc enthusiast through and through
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bios/locs angelical !♡
1. olf all the people, you're the only one I want! ʚ♡ɞ
2. ꒰ 💭 ꒱. . . this user loves cats, rain and [idol]
3. I will love you in all my lives, [idol] ♡ิ ݂   ✦   ݁  🦢
4. ☆. . . you are my serot꩜nin >﹏<
5. when you smile, I see the stars !! ◠◡◠
6. you are my moon and your star. . . (。>﹏<。) ୭̥
7. ✿𝆬  she is like a dream ʚɞ ૮₍⇀‸↼‶₎ა
8. ✿ brown is the most beautiful color, why is it the color of your eyes — ՙ 💭
9. — y꩜u are my little angel!! (>ᴗ<) ࣭ ๋ 🦢 ᜔
10. ◯ ༚.°  i love you with all my life, forever  𑁬♡໒
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hobeemin · 10 months
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💞 genre(s): romance, smut, angst, f2l
💞 pairing: christian yu x tattoo artist!poc (f) reader
💞 summary: he never confessed his feelings for her, worried about the negatives. friends always seemed like the safest route, right? screw that. take a chance.
💞 rating: 18+
💞 warning(s): swearing, pining, mention of breakups, self-consciousness, making out, grinding, teasing, hickies, some over and under clothing fondling
💞 word count: 1.7k
💞 credits: Many thanks to @playmetheclassics​ and @agustdef​ for looking this over and giving me much-needed feedback. 💜💜
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💞 a/n: this is for @k-vanity idols over flowers spring event 
main flower (genre): roses (romance) | supporting flower (au): waxflower (tattoo parlor) | greenery (tropes): f2l
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“Ouch.”
The expression she gave him made him break character and laugh.
“You know that didn’t hurt,” she said while shading in an area.
He smirked, watching as the needle glided over his skin. “I know, and I gotta mess with you a little.”
“Not amused, Christian,” she murmured, wiping away the excess ink. 
He always loved how focused she’d become while working. 
They’d been friends for years. Y/N would touch up his tattoos during a break in town. Christian would come by after her shop closed, and they’d talk for hours or go out for drinks. The attraction was always there, but he never acted on it.
Was it nerves? 
It could be, but Christian valued his friendship with Y/N; he didn't want to ruin it with one misstep–especially since she was in a current relationship.
With a heavy sigh, Y/N placed the tattoo gun on the table, switching it off. She removed her gloves before wiping the sweat from her brow.
“All finished. Tell me what you think?”
Humming, he got up and gazed at his reflection in the mirror. Studying the new piece, he nodded in approval.
“Damn. You outdid yourself; Love. This is great.” Giving her his award-winning smile and wink, he gently squeezed her hand.
“Thank you.”
Y/N felt her cheeks warm from his touch. She brushed it aside, distracting herself by wiping the area with antibiotic ointment and wrapping it with plastic wrap.
“It’s all good. You can take the wrap off in a few hours, and make sure to wash it with fragrance-free soap and use some alcohol-free moisturizer,” she instructed while cleaning up her workspace.
Christian nodded as he got out of the chair, stretching his limbs. He glanced over at her for a moment. “You hungry, love?” 
She scoffed as she sprayed the cleaner on the table before cleaning it with paper towels. “You have to ask? Order whatever you like and have it delivered here, and I gotta clean up this place.”
He seemed surprised by her answer as he scrolled through the list of restaurants on the app. Usually, they’d go out to eat, but he wondered why the change now.
“Everything alright?”
She shrugged while putting the ink away. “Don’t feel like being social today is all.”
Y/N was avoiding the subject, but why make him worry? Her problems were her problems, and she’d figure out the rest. Besides, he was busy jet-setting around the world. Her life seemed so insignificant compared to his. Christian decided not to pry and put the order in before helping her around the shop while they waited for their takeout.
He hummed to himself as he swept, bobbing his head. Y/N looked up with interest.
“That sounds good.”
His eyes widened in surprise. “Really?”
She smiled for the first time that day, brushing her locs off her face. “Uh-huh. Is it something you’re working on?”
“Might be, just foolin’ around with some stuff with Live. See where it goes, ya know.”
Y/N plopped down on the couch with a grunt. “Well, it’s great. I hope I get the first listen when it’s finished.”
“Of course, Love. Anything for you.”
Y/N bit down on her lip, avoiding his gaze. Why did he do this to her? No matter the situation, butterflies always formed in her belly when it came to him. 
“Y/N–”
They didn’t realize how much time had passed as a knock at the door caught them. She was relieved by the distraction. Christian went to retrieve the food and returned moments later, arms full of bags. The smells made her mouth water.
“Sushi?”
“Mhmm,” he answered, handing her a pair of chopsticks and one of the containers.
Y/N opened it to see her favorite sashimi arranged beautifully. “Salmon sake? You remembered?”
Christian gave her a wink. “Love, when it comes to you, I remember everything.”
Fuck. He was doing it again.
Noticing her expression, Christian sat back from her to give her room. “Sorry, Y/N.”
She placed the container, shaking her head. “No, no, it’s fine…I-I…shit…you’re the best. Seriously. I feel like I’m ruining the mood.”
“You’re not, Y/N. I understand if you don’t want to chat about it.”
She grabbed one of the pieces of salmon with her chopsticks popping it into her mouth before speaking up again. 
“It’s this.”
She opened her phone, hit a few buttons, and pushed it toward him. Christian glanced down, reading the text messages to himself. His brows knitted in frustration.
“Is he serious? What the fuck?”
Y/N shrugged, picking at the wasabi and swirling it in the soy sauce. “I’ve tried to wrap my mind around it, but it didn’t make sense. It hasn’t hit me that he broke up with me yet.”
Christian set his chopsticks down and stared at her. “He didn’t deserve you, Love.”
She scoffed softly. “Then why do I feel like shit?”
He closed the distance between them, moving to the couch beside her. With care, he took her hands into his.
“Y/N.”
She met his gaze after a moment of gathering her thoughts. 
“Yes?”
“You have no clue how beautiful you are, inside and out. I-I…fuck…I don’t wanna make a fool out of myself, but I need to confess this to you, Love.”
Worry crossed her face. What could he possibly say? 
“Christian?”
He chuckled softly, glancing at the intricate art in her arms and hands. “You don’t know?”
She blinked at him curiously. “Know what?”
“How much I like you, Love…like a lot. You’re constantly on my mind when we’re not together. I never admitted to it until now cause I didn't want to ruin our friendship.”
“Christian–”
He brushed his hair back, feeling his nerves return. “I know this is a lot to take in. I understand this timing sucks, but I couldn’t go on without telling you my feelings.”
It was a lot to take in. Y/N couldn’t believe her ears. Christian. As in the Christian Yu just revealed, he liked her. Her.
So many things swirled in her mind. How had she not noticed up until this point?! Being so wrapped up in her ex maybe cause her tunnel vision. Of course, she thought Christian was great. Hell, they spent enough time together to come to that conclusion. It never registered that he could find her attractive, though. That was certainly a surprise.
Clearing her throat, she gave him a small smile as the small circles he drew with his thumbs on her hands calmed her.
“You’re right. It is a lot to take in right now. I-It never occurred to me that you felt this way. I-I’m happy you could be honest with me about this.”
His cheeks became flushed under her stare. “I-I know this may be forward, but may I kiss you?”
She pulled her hand away to cover her mouth. “But I just ate.”
His dropped as he scooted closer to her. “I don’t care. I love everything about you, Y/N.”
Removing her glasses, she closed her eyes as his hand caressed her cheek. 
Damn, she was beautiful. His lips found her with ease as a breathy sigh left her lips. His lips were so soft and warm. He guided her gently, pressing her body against his. Her hands found their way to his shoulders as the kiss deepened.
He let out a guttural sound as their tongues touched. She was addicting. He couldn’t get enough of her. Y/N felt her body become aflame as he guided her to lie on the couch. Breaking the kiss, he pulled away to gaze at her. 
“You’re so beautiful, Y/N,” he whispered.
She suddenly felt shy, but it only added to her charm. Her fingers tangled into his dark locks, making him murmur with contentment.
“Gonna kiss you again. Is that okay?”
“Just kiss me,” she whispered back.
There was no hesitation in that one. Rough but passionate, their bodies molded to each other. His hands explored her body, unzipping her jacket and cupping her breasts as she keened into his touch. Grabbing her legs, he wrapped them around his waist. The denim from his jeans added to the sensation between her legs. 
The leggings she wore did little to stop her arousal. Moaning, she tried to keep herself in control, not wanting to aggravate the new tattoo on his chest. His fingers dragged down her stomach as her top hiked up. She shivered under his touch even more.
“I-Ian,” she rasped out.
He groaned, biting his lip. “Fuck, that is hot. Call me that baby, please.”
Christian’s lips found their way to her neck nibbling and teasing her skin. His nips grew stronger as he found a place on her neck to suckle. Y/N threw her head as more sounds of pleasure passed her lips.
It wasn’t until she felt his cock brush against her core through his jeans that she touched his chest.
“C-Christian?”
He paused his kissing to look at her. “Yes, love.”
She bit her lip, feeling nervous. “As much as I’d love to continue this…”
He nodded in understanding, sitting on the couch and helping her up. She adjusted her clothing and smoothed her locs.
“Trust me, I want this, but not in my shop,” she said with a smile.
He laughed with a nod. “I agree.” He leaned in and kissed her. 
“How about we finish dinner and get out of here? We can go somewhere and talk about what this means for us.”
“I like the sound of that,” she answered, pecking him on the lips. Standing, she walked over to the floor-length mirror, ensuring she was presentable.
“What am I gonna do about this?”
He came up behind her wrapping his arms around her waist. He smirked, seeing the darkened spot at the base of her throat. 
“We’ll figure it out or something else.”
“Such as?”
A mischievous smirk appeared on his face. “I could add a few more to match.”
With a snort, Y/N poked his stomach and rolled her eyes. “Don’t flatter yourself. It’s only fair I return the favor.”
“Can’t wait, love.”
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Just to kiss me (Part 4)
pairing: Finnick Odair x reader
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Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Five, My Hunger Games Masterlist
summary: You take care of Finnick, in the aftermath.
warnings: mentions of drug use, depictions of a psychotic breakdown, hurt/comfort, emotional hurt comfort, aaaangst, fluff.
required reading: The song "We'll never have sex" by Leith Ross <;3
a/n: a short but sweet chapter, I hope. Calm before the storm, etc etc
wc: 2k
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It was simple, it was sweetness
It was good to know
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“....Are you mad at me?.” Finnick winces as you dab at the cut above his eyebrow.
You’re perched on his kitchen countertop, between his legs as he stands and leans towards you. Due to the height difference, it was the easiest way you could get to his injuries; the contents of his first aid kit strewn onto the marble. Still thawing from the cold; your fingers clumsily swipe at the wound. Your eyes are red-rimmed from crying; more out of frustration and exhaustion than anything. Your arms hurt, your back aches, and you’ve got a pounding headache. Finnick almost died and he’s barely fazed; giving you a lazy grin in the soft light of the kitchen.
Admittedly, you didn’t know what to expect from his house. It certainly wasn’t this: a modest home at the Capitol’s edge. You’d expected the sterile white and marble that you’d seen a thousand times over. Instead it feels like a home: warm lamps and clutter and throw pillows. It looks like someone lives a life, here. 
You chewed your bottom lip on the way there, silk slip dampening the leather of the car seats. You were worried; eyes darting between the road and him - looking for jittery hands or glazed eyes. Every bump in the road puts you on edge; you can barely feel the warmth of the car’s heater - sitting in dull cold despite it all. Even Finnick was quiet, bundling you up the stairs and into his room with few words. When he hands you a sweater and joggers, there’s nothing to be said except in the brush of fingers; I’m sorry it hurts. The words die in your throat.
His fingers brush the soft fabric, his hands flat on the countertop. Pressing cotton heavy with disinfectant to his temple, Finnick hisses softly. He takes your hand in his to stop you, momentarily.
“I’m sorry.”
You can’t help but laugh. It’s insensitive, sure, and makes you look insane. The first time you’ve so much as smiled in the past couple hours, and he has no idea why. 
“W-What are you-” You’re still laughing, soft and melodious in the hum of lights. “-What exactly are you sorry for?”
“Uh..” He cocks his head. Despite the circumstances (he thinks you’re delirious from the adrenaline of it all), your smile hurts him in a way he didn’t think possible. “For… everything. You didn’t have to do what you did.”
“You weren’t awake for what I did, Finnick.” And then, softer. “I thought you were dead.”
“I know.” 
You tuck his hair behind his ear. Dirty blonde locs, curled from the spray of lake water. 
“You keep surprising me.”  
“Surprising you? How?” Cradling his cheek now, he waits with baited breath.
“Hmmmm,” you titter, pretending to think. “You’re funnier than I thought you would be.”
He smiles, crooning. “...Yeah?”
“Yeah.” His hand is still on yours. “And you’re perceptive. You see everything with those freaky green eyes of yours.”
Lidded, his eyes flit down to your lips. He’s in a trance, unable to think of anything but the way his heart swells when you talk to him like that.
“And you’re kind. You were kind to me, on the balcony. You didn’t have to stay, or remember me but you did. And… when you talk to me, it’s like I’m the only person in the world. You’re good at that; making people feel wanted. Making me feel...”
“I like you.” It tumbles out of his mouth, wincing at how desperate it sounds. Suddenly, he’s barefoot on the shores of District 4, gap-toothed and sunburnt. He’s stretching sticky fingers towards the other kids, trying to make friends. To be seen.
“I like you too. I-” you swallow, imperceptibly. He notices the quiver of your lip. “I know it’s not my place. You’re a grown man, and you don’t need a lecture - but whatever you were taking; you need to be more careful. I need you to be more careful-”
“I can’t sleep. That’s why I was taking them.”
“Okay.” Your voice is soft, free of judgement. You’re not satisfied with his answer, but it’ll do, for now. You don’t want to push him away. Gently, you nod. “You scared me.”
“I know. M’sorry.” He presses his forehead to yours.
“Stop apologising, Finnick.” You close your eyes, and lean into his touch. 
You stay like that for a little too long; basking in the warmth of each other. Slow steady breaths to remind the other that you were both alive. When you separate, you brush light fingers at the apex of his cut. It stopped bleeding long ago, split and angry red on his flesh. Peeking out from under his sweatshirt, you see the dull mauve of bruises; older, they couldn't have been from today. Finnick looks as exhausted as you feel. 
"You need stitches." He nods, resigned. 
They're serviceable - likely to scar, but serviceable. His grey-green eyes follow your hands, your lips, the tilt of your head; and suddenly, you're grateful that you've learnt at least one thing from your years with the Junior Peacekeeper Scouts. The rest, you've learnt from your years around the capitol's elite: how to hide shaking hands under scrutiny. You're tying the knot on his stitches when you hear soft creaking coming from the stairs. 
From the kitchen, you see a pale hand wrap around the bannister. Annie, in a nightgown and robe pads onto the hardwood. Her hair flows down her back as she steps into the warmth of the kitchen - like a ghost in sheets. 
"Lucas?" Her eyes are wide and glassy - wet-rimmed like she's been crying. Again, she squeaks. "Lucas?" 
His body language changes, but Finnick doesn't miss a beat. Slowly, he closes the gap. "You ok, Annie?" 
Her voice cracks. "T-think I had that dream again."
You see his Adam's apple quiver. Hoarsely, he swallows. "Okay. Let's get you t-"
"No!" She clenches her fist and stumbles backwards, into the counter. "Please don't- I can't- please don't make me…. Lucas-" 
"-to bed." He says, impossibly soft. You've fallen away to the sidelines as they are framed in lamplight. He throws a glance to you over his shoulder, unreadable. "Annie, let's get you to bed."
He stands in front of her, hands at his side. Hesitating? No, asking for permission. When she pulls at his shirt, manic, he wraps her up. The woman's eyes are frenzied; her breathing speeding up and hands clawing at her wrists and throat. He's gentle when he takes them and places them in his own; whispering something you can't hear. She stills, breathing erratically, but calmer by the minute. 
"Finnick… F-Finnick, I can't-" 
"I know… I know,"
"-where did y-you go? Finnick, I called for you and you weren't t-there. Where di-" 
"I know… and I'm sorry," He soothes. She still can't see you. They make their way up the stairs; where you can hear the dance of their voices. Finnick: low and calm. Annie: frantic, strained. 
You're left feeling bare in the aftermath. Like you've just seen something you shouldn't have. Her face is etched into your mind's eye - terror you've only ever seen on a screen. A voyeur, looking in through a dirty spyglass - gripped with the shame of getting caught. You look around, and reality slams into you at full force. You shouldn't be here. 
You clean up, close to tears. 
It's almost an hour before he comes down again. You've cleared what's left of the first aid kit from the counter, and curled up onto the sofa. Before you know it, you've passed out like that; knees drawn into yourself between plush cushions. Finnick finds you there, wading in fitful sleep. You look peaceful; in his clothes, in his house, nestled in his couch. It feels right, he thinks. 
You start awake, blinking back sleep. You're met with Finnick above, arms full of blankets and pillows. 
"Shit. Didn't mean to wake you." He sighs, collapsing onto the sofa. 
"S'okay." You mumble. Stretching, you move to get up. "It's probably time for me to get going anyw-" 
"-No! I-I mean…" Exhaustion creeping in, he rubs at his eyes. "You must be tired. Sleep, even for just a little bit." 
And then, quieter. "Stay. Please." 
You lean your head back and look at him, tilted 90 degrees. Even from this angle, his puppy-dog eyes claw at your heart. 
"You can take my bed?" He adds, hopeful. 
You scoff. "And where will you sleep?" 
"Down here's just fine…"
"No, no. Absolutely not. Finn, you need rest - in a proper bed with back support, and silk sheets and-" 
He cuts you off with a snort. It's cute, he thinks. When you get passionate and a little mad, you shake your fists at him like a fairytale villain. He shrugs."Haven't been getting much sleep anyways. S'how we got into this mess in the first place."
You purse your lips. There's a grab made at the pillows in his lap, but he snatches it away just in time. You feint, elbowing him playfully, before going for the blanket by his other side. Successful, you ball it up crudely, and stretch onto the sofa. Makeshift pillow under your head you fake a yawn, pointedly (smugly, he thinks). 
"Goodnight." He rolls his eyes at your dramatics. The white woven blanket, the one that had been with you both for the night, ends up on your back. Finnick leaves the extra pillows at your feet, before turning off the lamps. He gives you one last look, before heading to bed. 
"Goodnight." You whisper into the dark as the sound of steps subside. No-one answers. 
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In the morning, you're woken up to the smell of coffee and something sizzling in a pan. Light streams in from where you lie, bundled up in blankets and pillows. A dull ache settles in your bones, as you try to blow away the morning fog - blinking back sleep. Through the doorway to the kitchen, you see a sliver of someone's bare arm. 
Finnick stands at the stove top, dressed in a light tank top and sweats, a flowery tea towel slung over his shoulder. The tip of his tongue sticks out when he pokes at the pan with a wooden spoon; deep in concentration. You walk in and lean on the doorframe. 
"Morning." The pan nearly goes flying, Finnick almost jumping like a startled cat. His hand grazes the heat of a burner, and he hisses in frustration. Without thinking, you leap to his side, quick to guide him towards the sink and run his burn under cold water. 
"Morning," He says despite himself, leaning into your soft touch. You trace the lines of his palm under the running water.
"They say," You're careful to circle around the burn forming at its base. "…you've got your future written out in your palms," 
"And what do my palms tell you?" He says softly.
"It's not that simple, see," You huff. "Like…. roots in a tree. All mapped out before you were even born. This one," you trace one spreading the width of his hand "..is your heart line. It tells me all about the way you love the people around you. It says you give too much, despite yourself. The one below it, is your head line. Right now, it says you're stubborn and…" You laugh. 
"…pig-headed."
"Really?" Unwittingly, he's been reeled in. 
"No. Not really. I wouldn't know, Finn. Made it all up." Your lips pop at the last sentence, grinning up at him. 
"Very funny." His tone is dry, but still he smiles. 
"I've got a friend who's obsessed with it: divination, fate, destiny, all of it. She'll probably give you something a little more accurate than I can." 
He hums. "Does that mean…. you want to see me again?" 
You're standing shoulder to shoulder with him at the sink. You shut off the tap, and grab a piece of toast from a plate on the counter. His plate, most likely. Your answer comes in the form of a flash pink tongue. 
"...Maybe."
"I want to see you again." 
There it is; something red-hot at the base of your chest, spreading like a wildfire until it makes your fingers numb and face warm. You'd die before you admit how what he said made you feel; I want, I want, I want becomes a broken record on replay in your head. 
"I'd like that," You breathe, and then clear your throat. “I’d like that.”
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pynkgothicka · 5 months
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Training Wheels KNJ
Synopsis - Your imaginary friend makes a return into your life when you least expect it. (Part 6 of the Monster Series)
Pairing - Yandere! Dark! Demon! Kim Namjoon x AFAB! Reader
Featuring - Brandy Norwood, Stephanie Hsu, Chris Pine
Tags and Warnings - Religious themes, hints of suicide, Chris pine
Authors Note - Time for reqs!!! I'm happy you guys stuck with me and my fits of unmotivation to write.
Packing up to go home was something you hated the thought of doing. But, with your mom insisting on you coming back home for fall break, it was hard to decline. Perhaps a break from school was just what you needed. After loading a small bag filled with your belongings into the back of your car, you start the long drive. As music plays, you try to distract your wandering thoughts.
Eventually, you receive a call from an old friend, Brandy, which you promptly answer.
"I heard you're coming back! We missed you in town," she said almost immediately into the phone. You smiled, trying to match her enthusiasm in your tone. She was usually a bit calmer from what you could last recall. Her faux locs were pulled into a bun as she worked on writing screenplays. So it was almost awkward hearing her so happy.
“Yeah! I'm happy to come back. Don't worry I missed town too.” You said keeping your voice happy and upbeat. “How are th-”
"So hey, your mom told me to ask, are you coming to church?”
You tensed at that word. Almost any recollection of church made you uneasy. Yet, when thinking too hard, you couldn't even begin to place what made you so uncomfortable with the subject.
Brandy took your silence as an answer. "Mhmm. Alright, I'll talk to you later when you're done driving, bye!" Then the phone hung up. You couldn't even begin to decipher what her sudden switch up was, but you didn't try to dwell on it.
But something was off. You hated that feeling of uneasiness. You turned up the music to drown out your thoughts.
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Upon entering your old home, the air felt cold. The house seemed lifeless compared to your last visit. Your mom greeted you with a hesitant smile, warmly saying, "Hi, baby!" as she embraced you. She kissed your forehead and you reciprocated her smile, responding, "How was the drive in?”
“It was nice. Brandy called me for a bit so it wasn't too lonely.” Your father came in now hugging you. He took your bag and brought it to your room. Then your mother brought you to the kitchen, she passed you a bag with cookies. “So how's home been?”
“It's been nice, the church has become more active. New members and all that, I really hope you come tomorrow.” Your mother rambled on, almost guilting you into participating in something you obviously had 0 interest in. With a hand placed on your temple, you looked ahead at almost nothing. You leaned over the countertop, as she talked. “You remember Joonie?”
You snapped out of your daze. "Huh? Not that I know no.”
"Yeah, your old imaginary friend! I remember you used to play with him and everything, even asked me to leave out a second plate of food, all that stuff," your mother rambled, smiling. You nodded at her awkwardly. You had no recollection of whoever your mom was talking about, but you just went with it. Finally, your dad came down and patted your back, signaling that your room was ready.
Upon entering the room, you saw a trail of salt by the door. It was as if it either trapped something in or kept something out. Stepping over the salt, you went to your bed and fell face-first. You groaned into the sheets and grabbed the linen. Everything smelled old, like an old, murky, mildew-based prison that sucked everything out of you.
And it all made you so sleepy. Maybe you could just sleep off that uneasy feeling, so you did.
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You woke up to an empty stomach. Getting out of bed, your first instinct was to check what time it was. you saw it was early in the morning, around 4 a.m. No one would be up around this time you took that as a time to roam around. Slipping on your white house slippers and taking your phone, you left your old room. Seeing the salt on the ground you stepped over it once again.
You stuck to your main route and went to the kitchen to get something to eat. Opening the fridge, you found a slice of bundt cake in a circular container. Quickly you began to eat it with a spoon. You looked at the sliding door that led to the backyard, memories flooding your senses. Having picnics with your mother and community parties.
Yet it was all so faint, and it was faint to the point where you could only make out faint glimpses.
Looking around more you saw a cabinet left open. Usually from what you remember, it was where your mom would hold important documents like your birth certificate. You went towards it to close it but stopped seeing it wad filled more than usual. It had salt and drawings filling it. Stuff you couldn't even begin to decipher what all was in it.
Taking it out, you saw childish drawings. Joonie was scribbled with hearts surrounding it. It was haunting as you could tell it was your work. You shoved it back into the cabinet shutting it. You let out a sigh and finished your slice of cake.
You were brought out of your mind for about the umpteenth time during your visit by the sound of the television turning on. Pensively you walked into the living room and looked at the television, the broadcast shakey and filled with static. The remote sat on the coffee table, untouched. You reached for it to try and turn it off but it was stopped.
“Don’t.”
The television flipped to a show and went to a static dead channel. “What…?” You said quietly staring at the screen. “Whose there?”
“A…Friend.” The television spoke to you through the TV. You were stunned and moved to sit on the couch. You stayed wary, not even looking at the remote that sat in front of you. “You… are. still… pretty.” It continued to say. Sitting up you kept your posture.
“Thank you… U-Um is this a prank? Is there someone controlling my TV?” You said finally trying to figure out exactly what was happening. Then it muttered your name, in its garbled way. Different channels talking to you. After it switched to a channel of a man laughing it continued to talk.
“No… You.. will know… me… soon.” Then the TV shut off. You stared at it and took that as a sign to get up and leave. You rushed to your room, not even recalling the salt. You tripped and fell to the ground. You groaned before getting back into bed and falling asleep.
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Getting out of your parent's car, you realized the church was still the same building. It was small and homey. It was made to be intimate and close, but it haunted you. Walking up those stairs and entering the building you saw nothing but regret. The pastor was someone you didn't recognize, he was older. His face was chiseled out of stone, however. You sat down towards the front of the church following suit with your parents.
The session was long, and you stayed to yourself. Towards the end, the pastor looked at you directly, “I’m happy you've decided to reconnect with us. Welcome back home.” And everyone clapped and applauded your return. But all you could do was sit there and be anxious. Nodding you plastered on a smile, just to get them to stop praising you for something that wasn’t permanent.
You just wanted to shrink and die, the guilt you faced being too much.
Your mother shoved your shoulder urging you to speak. “I-I’m happy to be here sir.”
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Your parents rambled about how much the church seemed to appreciate your return. They had previously left you in the car while the new pastor spoke to them without your presence. It was weird, your parents pushing you to the side for something so minute. “What did you guys talk about?” You finally said interrupting them.
“Oh nothing, we are just making plans for today's little dinner party. Everyone is coming over for it, It's for you coming home, baby.” Your mother said, that sickeningly sweet voice making you feel anxious sort of.
“Why does everyone care that I’m home all of a sudden…”
The car went silent.
Your dad cleared his throat, “Well you know how your mother likes to talk. Ever since, well all these new people started showing up and becoming regulars, she's been talking nonstop about you.” He said. You knew he was sugar-coating something. Yet no one told you a thing.
“Listen, baby, I just want you to know, that we both love you so much.” Your mother cut in. You looked away and sighed while staring out the window. You felt even more guilt for how you felt towards the situation.
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It was late, and everyone who attended church today was in your home. Brandy and Stephanie stayed in your room with you, quickly wanting nothing to do with the celebration happening downstairs. “Did you guys' parents be really weird out of the blue today?” Brandy asked. Both you and Stephanie nodded in agreeance.
“Yeah, I think it's the church. Something is up with that church now and I don't like it.” Stephanie said.
“What happened to the church, why is it so tense now?” You asked. Stephanie and Brandy looked at each other before, Stephanie made a face for Brandy to shut your door, in which she did. Stephanie took your hands in her own.
“You’ve seen it too, great we aren't alone. This happened around 6 months ago, new people coming in and the sermons started to change. It was focused on this day where a savior would save us and all that bull shit. But that's what it is. It's fucking bull.” Stephanie said keeping her voice to a hushed whisper. Brandy cut in.
“But if you say something about it, they say you're questioning his word. I don't even know who this new him is. It's changed and something is up. I'll be honest, it started with Pastor Pine and your parents.” Brandy said also whispering. You furrowed your brows recalling how weird everything has been since you returned. Brandy was right, it was something different with your parents.
Your head shot up and you finally decided on your next course of action. “Okay, you know what. We’re leaving. You are both coming with me back to school. I'll get you guys some new stuff once we arrive. We just need to get the fuck out.” You said deciding to leave your bag. Both of them seemed on board, ready to ditch whatever fate that this town was coming to. They took their phones and made their way out of your door and down the stairs to your front door. "If they try and stop you, keep moving.”
“Where are you going?” That deep voice was one you became accustomed to in a matter of a day.
You turned around to see Pastor Pine, his hands now on your shoulder. “Nowhere that's your concern.” You said shrugging your shoulders away. But he grabbed your shoulder more harshly. With a quick shove, you were on the ground and stumbled as he shoved you back into the house. With a touch of his hands on Brandy and Stephine's forehead, they disappeared into smoke. You stared in shock and almost broke down seeing just how quickly the only people who believed your suspicion were gone. And you could only crawl away weakened by the force behind the shove.
“After all this, you just want to run away.” Pastor Pines, voice shifted as he spoke. Becoming deeper, a wine-like tone coming from him. “Is it because you don't recognize me? After all the fun we used to have…”
”I don't know you!” You yelled back, in Horror you watched as the man's shoulder tore open, blood shooting out. A different man, one with silver hair with glints of purple emerged. He tore his way out of the husk of a body, a pair of ink-black wings sprouting from his back. “Oh my god! Mom! D-”
The man chuckled. It silenced you quickly as he kneeled next to you. “Don't even try it. They’re dead. They sacrificed themselves for me, baby. For Joonie… Your Joonie.”
It all came back to you. Promising yourself to him as a teenager, and having little to no friends. It was all him, yet it continued to be egged on by your parents. Namjoon was a demon, a demon that the town subscribed to. All of them had waited for you, and behind you, Namjoon wouldn't even dare allow you to see the people dead in sacrifice of him.
With a touch of his hand on your head, your memories came back to you. Playing with Joonie and seeing him as a confidant that you’d lost with age. “There we go, take it all in,” he said hushed into your ear.
“J-Joon…”
”Say my name baby… I know your happy to have me back.”
He cradled your head and smiled before planting a small kiss, knocking you out entirely.
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rrenzwrld · 5 months
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secretos de amor V
chapter 5! chapter 4 here, chapter 3 here
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after you got off work, you went home to get ready. you didn’t care about dressing up too much so you styled your soft locs and put on a simple outfit before leaving to pick up sasha.
once you pulled up to the location, a pit formed in your stomach. it was so many people doing things you weren’t used to seeing in real life and you wanted to turn around as soon as you stepped foot inside. sasha noticed your unease and lead you to a table with people she knew because there wasn’t anyone else here that you knew but her. but sasha did try to introduce everyone to you, you just didn’t care.
“i like your outfit.” the girl with black hair introduced as mikasa complimented.
“thanks.” it was kinda awkward now so you wanted to be somewhere by yourself. the only problem was that you didn’t feel comfortable going anywhere else but your car. “sash i’m gonna sit in the car for a few minutes.”
“you’re leaving? already?”
“no. i’ll be back.” you pushed through the crowds before finally getting inside your car. you sighed and rested your head on the steering wheel and just sat in that position for a while before someone knocked on your window, nearly scaring you out of your skin.
you looked up to see connie signaling you to roll down the window. you sighed even harder.
“the fuck do you want?”
“what are you doing here? your bitch ass brother finally let you out the house?” you rolled your eyes and continued doing what you were doing.
“hey.. you okay?” you nodded. “can i sit with you?” you unlocked the car door to let him inside but locked them back and rolled up the window when he got in.
“you’re loud.” connie’s scent of weed mixed with cologne messed with your nose and the lilac scented air freshener in your car.
“my bad. so, you wanna tell me what’s wrong?”
“i’m not a party person.”
“so..” you could see his side eye. “why you come?”
“i wanted to try something different.”
connie nodded. “i get that.. you smoke?” you shook your head. “drink?” you shook your head again, which made connie roll his eyes. “yeah we need to go somewhere else.”
“we?” you raised a brow.
“yeah, i know a place. you driving or me?”
“ain’t this my car? you’re not driving lola, i just got her back.”
“i’m tryna help you out, help you relax. c’mon.” you and connie got out the car so he could get in the driver’s seat. “see? wasn’t that hard.”
“what about sasha? she’s gonna think i left her.”
“no she’s not. as long as your back whenever she’s ready to go, she doesn’t care.” you shrugged and connie began driving. you didn’t know if it was a good idea to be with him yet but you’d know if you popped up naked in a ditch somewhere.
“where we going?” he shushed you.
“a surprise.” you didn’t wanna say anything else so you just let him drive. within 30 minutes or so, connie pulled up to a secluded area that looked over a lake and the moon sat right above it. it was beautiful but of course you wouldn’t gas him up by telling him that.
“pretty, right?” you nodded as he cut the car off.
“only the best for your hoes right?” connie laughed.
“hoes? i don’t take them up here. i come up here to clear my head.”
“why did you take me then?”
“because i just thought you’d need it.” you nodded and looked back up at the moon. “wanna get out?” connie asked as he was unbuckling his seatbelt.
“for what?”
“it looks better from out there.” you unbuckled your seatbelt too and got out the car with connie and he was right, it looked way better outside the car. the two of you leaned against the hood of your car.
“i have a question,” connie started. “do you like.. not like me or something?”
“oh why you say that?” you said in a sarcastic tone.
“because every time i try to talk to you, you act weird and every time i come over, you’re always in your room.”
“you’re just jean’s friend so i don’t really see the need for me to say anything to you. you’re not my friend.”
“i can be your friend, we can be friends.”
“i can’t be friends with you, you’re elderly.” connie looked offended but you laughed in his face as a response.
“elderly? i’m literally only 22.”
“right right..” from then on out, you and connie started asking each other questions just to get to know each other more. you found out that connie wasn’t all that bad and he was actually really funny and more emotional than you thought.
“i like your outfit.”
“thanks, i.. dress kinda weird so people don’t say that often. i like yours.”
“thank you. you ever thought about being a fashion designer, or a model?” it was as if you could see connie’s eyes light up brighter than the moon in front of you.
“hell yeah, i just never had motivation to do it so i never pursued it. i thought i was only ever good for selling or working at amazon. but they both pay the bills, one is just a lil more risky than the other. my family said that modeling wouldn’t do that for me.”
“you should try it one day.” you suggest while he turns to you.
“aww you think i’m pretty or something?” he smiled with all his teeth, which made you wonder if they were even real.
“maybe..” you shrugged and looked down at your feet. connie grazed a finger under your chin and held it up so he could see your face. just when you were about to make some stupid decisions, sasha was calling.
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Not a Virgin
-- Pairing: Joel Miller x Fem!Reader
-- Warning(s): 18+ minors DNI 👁️ smutty smut, age gap(legal), kissing, swearing, teasing, dirty talk, oral/fingering(v receiving) unprotected p in v sex, creampie, slight dom!joel if you squint, praise kink, you like it rough and of course Joel obliges.
-- Word Count: 3.7k
-- Summary: You are on your usual afternoon patrol in Jackson with your usual group and the guys your age won’t stop questioning your nonexistent sex life. 
-- A/N: Sorry, no beta reader(nobody likes me on this app) There shouldn’t be too many mistakes though. Please like, comment and reblog!
You’ve been in Jackson for a little over three years now and you were grateful. The outbreak turned your life upside down and seemed determined to take everything and everyone you loved. 
You were surprised to not only find a new home in Jackson but also a new found family you’ve grown to care deeply for. You got close to Maria quickly because she reminded you of your mom’s sister. She was the spitting image of your Auntie Giselle. Maria was kind enough to help you keep your locs in tip top shape. She was very sweet, but also a very firm when needed. 
You weren’t super close with the hundreds of people here in Jackson, but a good 20 or so had your back and they knew without a doubt that you had theirs. 
You were currently on your afternoon patrol with your usual group: You, Felicia, Melvin, Josh, and Joel. Your group patrolled the gate entrance Wednesdays, Thursdays, and Fridays from 2pm to 8pm. 
It was a quarter to 7pm and you were ready for this patrol shift to be over. Not only because you were starving, but also because Josh wouldn’t shut the fuck up. As per usual, but today you were more miffed because you were hungry. Hangry. 
“I’m not a virgin, Josh. I just haven’t gotten any in 4 years.” You reluctantly explained to the taller man. 
Melvin and Felicia made taunting noises of pity and you rolled your eyes at them. Not everyone was as lucky as them to fuck like rabbits every chance they got. Joel of course didn’t say anything, but you could tell he was listening. His shoulders straightened and his grip on the gun loosened. Definitely a dead giveaway. 
“Well, don’t you miss orgasms?”
“Of course I do.” You huffed. 
“Damn, why so long then?”
“Because my husband died 4 years ago, you nosey asshole and I haven’t found anyone interesting enough to let fuck me.” 
“Well, no need to look any further, Y/N. I’m right here.” Josh boasted, holding up his hands as he did a full spin. 
“Oh, please,” you scoffed, waving off his no game having ass, “I want a real man, Josh. Not you.” 
Josh had been in Jackson almost two years now and he’s been a real gigantic pain in everyone’s ass, but he’s still family. Sort of. Yes, he was young and his bronze skin was gorgeous, but his impulsivity on patrols and all around arrogance was a major turn off. 
Plus, you fancied older guys with brown eyes anyway. 
“What’s that supposed to mean? I’m 31 just like you. If that ain’t grown then I don’t know what is.” 
“Well, maybe she’s into more mature dudes.” Melvin pointed out. You grinned at him and nodded in thanks. He was one of the few men your age who used his brain every now and then. 
“Well, how old was your husband?” Josh continued to prod. 
Felicia rolled their eyes at Josh’s invasiveness. He’d always intrude carelessly but it was still annoying. 
“My husband was 10 years older than me, but there’s more to being a real man than age, Josh.” 
“Like how?”
“Well, my husband took his time to learn my body. He was the type of man to make sure I finished twice before he did. Does that sound like you?”
“Hell yeah it does.” He lied right through his crooked teeth.
“Nah, I don’t think so,” You disagreed, “Cause from what I’ve heard, you cum after four pumps and all that tells me is that you’d be a waste of a fuck.” 
Melvin and Felicia snickered loudly while Joel at least attempted to hide his chuckle with a cough. Josh flushed as he stood there in embarrassment. 
Good. 
He talked too damn much. He should’ve just stood there and shut the hell up like the rest of y’all who were on patrol did.
Josh frowned at Joel as he noticed the older man covering his grin, “And just what the hell are you laughing at old man? You’re so scary nobody here wants to fuck ya.” 
“That’s not true.” Felicia laughed as they shook their pointer finger. 
“Definitely not true.” You chimed in, laughing even harder at Josh’s horrified face when Melvin nodded in agreement. 
“So, what?” Josh huffed, gesturing wildly to where Joel was perched, “You won’t fuck me, but you’ll fuck Miller? Are you serious?” 
“I’m sure Miller can last more than four pumps, so yeah...” You shrugged. 
Joel still didn’t utter a word, but he raised a curious eyebrow at you, no longer covering his knowing smirk. You shot him a soft smile before turning back to Josh’s aggravating ass. 
You had a thing for Joel that you refused to let be known. The older Miller was a mystery and simultaneously he reminded you of your late husband. You knew getting involved with Joel wasn’t a good road to go down for several reasons. However, there was a tiny voice in the back of your head and a deep ache between your legs that wanted you to push that big red, Joel Miller button and have as much fun as you could. 
“8pm switch!” Tommy called from the ground. 
Thank all the beings in the world for Tommy. You couldn’t hear any more comparisons from Josh or you were going to toss his giant ass over the railing. 
It was dinner time. 
Your patrol group usually ate dinner together for about an hour or so. 
Today was Wednesday which meant Joel stayed later because Ellie was spending the night at Dina’s. There’s no particular reason why you knew this information. You just did. 
Tonight they were serving stewed beef and potatoes. One of your favorites. You all prepared your plates and grabbed a half bottle of whiskey before sitting down at your usual table.
Josh moved to sit down next to you, but Felicia and Melvin swung their feet under the table and slammed them down next to you, making it impossible for Josh to sit down.
“Sorry Joshy,” Felicia started, “This table is for people who don’t cum quick.” 
You and Joel choked on a piece of meat and you refused to look up at Josh. Cause if you did you’d lose it.
Joel would never admit it, but he looked forward to patrols with your group and dinner. He was grateful to spend time with people other than his brother and surrogate daughter. 
A few months ago he started paying attention to the heated looks you’d give him when you thought he wasn’t looking. Still, he wasn’t gonna say anything. 
“I don’t cum in four pumps,” Josh growled. 
“Well, three pumps then.” Melvin shouted. 
You took a sip of your whiskey to refrain from making a guffawing noise. 
Josh shook his head and stormed off, “Fine. I’ll just eat outside you fuckers.” 
Dinner went very nice that evening. Everyone was more relaxed and in a good mood. Melvin started asking about your husband and you could tell Felicia thought it made you uncomfortable, but it really didn’t. You were glad to have friends to talk about your late husband with now. 
“Did y’all have any kids?” Melvin asked as he stabbed his last potato and shoved it into his mouth. 
“Nah, we didn’t really want kids. Plus I was born without a uterus so…” You trailed off awkwardly. 
You chanced a quick glance at Joel to see if he was listening and you jerked slightly when his intense eyes met yours. 
Fuck. Real smooth, Y/N. Real smooth. 
“What about you two? You gestured toward the energetic couple and grinned at them, “You two fuck so much I’m surprised Fel’s not already pregnant.” 
“My pull out game is strong.” Melvin grinned back at you. You held out your fist for him to bump and laughed softly when he did. 
“Was it Infected that killed your husband?” 
“Melvin!” Felicia admonished as they slapped their partner’s arm.
“No, it’s okay,” you reassured, “I’m at a place where I can talk about him now.” 
“Are you sure?” Felicia asked.
You nodded at them as you gave a small smile. 
“My husband and I were headed to a QZ in Atlanta. Things were going pretty well until a bomb went off 10 steps in front of us. I was a few paces behind him so he took most of the damage.” 
“Fireflies?” Joel asked as he sat forward, leaning his arms against the table.
You looked at him and nodded, “Fuckin’ fireflies, man.” 
“Marlene loves her fuckin’ bombs.” Felicia grunted.
Felicia and Melvin left a little before nine, leaving you and Joel there. Joel didn’t say much, but it was clear he enjoyed listening to you talk. It was a little after nine and you were ready to head home so you could masturbate, shower and go to bed. 
“I killed her.” Joel whispered as he leaned closer to you across the table.
“Who?” You whispered back as you peered into his intense brown eyes. 
“Marlene.” 
“H-how?” 
“I shot her twice.”
You don’t know if it was the one shot of whiskey, a full belly or if it was the sheer knowledge of Joel bringing justice to your husband’s killer, but you started giggling. 
Joel’s dark eyes widened in surprise and he only began to chuckle once you let out a full blown cackle. You both quieted your sounds as you received weird looks from some of the kitchen staff. You motioned for him to scoot closer so he would hear your breathless question. 
“Did she beg for her life?” You asked before bringing your half empty glass of water to your lips. 
“A bit.” Joel admitted as he shrugged nonchalantly. 
Your whole face lit us as you choked on your water, bursting into giggles again. It was the way he said it and how he tried to stop the corners of his lips from turning up, but you caught it. Joel let out a full blown belly laugh. It almost sounded like it hurt him to laugh. You wondered how long it’s been since he’s allowed himself to laugh like that. 
He should laugh more often. He had a dazzling smile and dimples that were partially hidden by his beard.
“You have a heart stopping smile Joel. You should smile more.” You reached out your hand and traced the outline of his lips. 
“I like your hair.” He complimented as he traced one of your locs, squeezing it curiously between his thumb and pointer finger. 
“Oh?” You beamed at him. Unable to stop your body from getting warm at the slightest touch from him. 
“Yeah it’s kind of like Maria’s but a little longer.” 
“You can pull on it while you fuck me from behind back at my place.” You propositioned.
Joel stood up as he gathered your trays and cups to throw away, “After you.” He gestured to the dining hall exit. 
Luckily, your house was not far from the dining hall. It was surely closer than Joel's. Joel picked you up as soon as you opened the door. You let out a shriek and wrapped your legs around his waist. You kissed him hungrily as he walked through the doorway, into the kitchen, and sat you on the counter. You nearly forgot he came over before to repair a few broken windows, which explains why he was so familiar with your house.
“Joel?”
“Yeah?” He breathed as he unbuttoned your yellow top. 
“You should shut and lock the door.” He took one look at the wide open front door before looking back at you with crimson cheeks. 
While he moved to close the door, you finished taking off your shirt and jeans. When he returned to the kitchen, you were still there where he left you, but only in your bra and underwear. You bit your bottom lip in response to him gawking at you and the erection in his blue jeans.
Once he was within arm's reach of you, you pushed two fingers behind his leather belt and pulled him in between your legs. 
You made quick use of unbuttoning the blue jean sweater he had on and once you had access to his full neck you licked a wide stripe before sucking a mark there. 
“Oh,” He murmured softly, “You like leaving a mark, huh?”
“Mhm, you’re mine.” 
“Damn right.” 
“Take me to my bed, please.”
“Your room’s still down the hall, right?”
“Yes.” You nodded. 
He picked you up and took slow steps towards your bedroom. Once you made it in your room he kicked the door shut before plopping you down onto your surprisingly comfortable mattress. You still haven’t gotten used to its fluffiness. 
Joel uncinched your bra and flung it across the room. He kissed your breast tenderly while placing his palms on either side of you, boxing you in. 
He leaned back to admire the wetness between your spread legs and let out a groan as he palmed himself through his pants. You were soaking wet.
“Goddamn you’re wet.” 
“All for you.” You hummed happily as he helped you out of your underwear. 
He leaned down on his forearms, big hands resting on top of your lower abdomen, licking a warm stripe up your wet slit. You jerked slightly in anticipation of the touch. It had been a long time since you had been handled in this way. You were almost positive that you were going cum within minutes. 
“You don’t have to finger me, you know?”
“Hmm? You don’t like being fingered?”
“No, I love it actually. It’s just that…when you finally slide your dick into me…”
“Yes?” He urged as he added a second finger and began to suck on your clit. 
“I like it to hurt a little bit.” You rushed out, biting back an obscene moan. 
“Naughty girl,” Joel quipped, adding a third finger, “I’m still gonna finger you a bit. I’m on the larger side.” 
“Oooh baby,” You let the pet name slip, moaning loudly, “I mean Joel—fuck!”
“No, you had it right the first time.” Joel chuckled, hooking his thick fingers upward and twisting them at a much faster pace. 
“Shit it feels so good.” You panted as he kissed your soft inner thighs gently. The complete opposite of what his fingers were doing. 
“Joel, I’m cu—“
“—I know, baby. I can feel it. Cum for me. I need you nice and wet for the good ole poundin’ I’m about to give you.” His filthy words, coupled with the sensual inflection in his voice, were enough to drive you home, your moans growing louder as he talked you through the best orgasm you'd had in years.
As you writhed against the bed, your fingers pulled at his soft silver-streaked brown waves. You couldn't decide whether you fancied his mouth or his fingers more. Either way, 10s across the board.
Joel backed up to remove his pants and underwear before settling both his knees on the bed. His hungry, chestnut eyes bore into yours as he jerked himself slowly in one hand. He smirked as your gaze drifted to his hard dick, mouth watering at the enticing sight. You ran your tongue across your bottom lip in anticipation. You wanted to taste him so bad. 
“Don’t get too excited. We’re savin’ that for another time,” He said as he motioned for you to turn around, “Hands and knees.” 
Once you assumed the position, Joel pulled you back against his hips to line his thick cock up with your entrance. In one swift motion, Joel was fully seated inside you. He stretched you pretty good with his fingers and you were soaked, but it still pierced a bit as you adjusted to him. It was that good kind of hurt that you missed. Joel had to be seven or eight inches in length, but his girth was astounding. 
You guess your luck was finally starting to come back around. 
You were already losing your mind, and he had only just slid inside you. You knew you weren't going to last. Joel pulled all the way out and slammed back inside, moving you higher up the bed. He thrusted a third and fourth time, and that tight coil in your stomach snapped. Your orgasm caught you both off guard. You had no choice but to lean forward into the pillow and scream as your thighs shook violently.
You came as hard and as loud as you wanted. Sleeping neighbors be damned. You'd been holding on to it for four long ass years. The orgasm was more than pleasant, but you knew the older man had more in mind for you.
“Fuckin’ hell, Y/N. I guess you’re giving Josh a run for his money, huh?” Joel teased as he gently rubbed your thick quivering thighs. 
If the circumstances were different, the utter surprise in Joel's voice would have made you snort. You were too busy cumming your brains out and sinking your teeth into the pillow to find any amusement at the time being.
“You good to go or do you need a minute?” He asked, smug as ever. Your head was still buried in the pillow, but you could hear the smugness in his voice clear as day. 
You lifted your head and cast a smoldering glance over your shoulder at him, “Shut up and fuck me.” 
“Yes ma’am,” He smirked as he lined himself up again and sank in until he bottomed out. 
“Ugh,” He grunted, “The way you wrap around me is gonna be a problem.” 
You giggled at the peculiar way he told you your pussy was tight as fuck. You rocked back into his slow thrusts, finding a flawless rhythm.
“Jo—Joel! Shit, you fuck me so good.” You whined as you reached under your thighs and played with his balls. 
“Goddamnit!” Joel cursed as his thrusts faltered just a tad. 
“You’re doing so good for me, baby. Takin’ every single inch I give you.” He praised, angling his hips before starting up at a merciless pace. 
Goddamn.
This man knew just what to say to get you over that fucking edge. 
The lack of a full-body mirror in your bedroom was bittersweet. You knew Joel must have looked downright mouth watering while he drilled into you from behind. You were also mindful that your eyes had rolled into the back of your head and that you were an incoherent slobbering mess.
Joel gathered as many of your medium locs as he could in one hand and yanked them back while his other hand gripped your waist and his hips brutally slapped against your soft, round ass.
The entire fucking room sounded like mouse traps going off.
“Fuuuck,” You cried out, eyes shutting tightly, “I can’t believe I’m cummin’ again.” 
“That’s alright,” he encouraged, letting out a low, guttural groan as he felt your walls clench around him once again, “Give it to me.” 
As you came, he landed two hard slaps on your bouncing asscheeks. Your mouth fell open in a silent O. You didn’t even realize that you were trembling, but Joel sure as hell did. You couldn’t remember ever feeling so blissed out like this. Has it really been that long? Or have you just never had this level of sex? Something to ponder about in the morning. 
Joel trailed steamy kisses down your sweat glistened back, scraping a fingernail down the back of your thigh as you rode out your consuming climax. 
He flipped you on your back in one hasty motion, tapping your sensitive clit with his swollen tip and slurping your hardened nipple into his hot mouth as he lined himself up with your drenched entrance.
He hovered over you, gazing into your lust filled eyes as he raised an eyebrow, “Do we need a break?” 
“Don’t fuckin’ play with me, Joel.” You huffed impatiently, slapping his backside for good measure. 
He shook his head fondly at you before plunging back inside you. His smile vanished swiftly as you both let out a ridiculously high-pitched moan.
You wrapped your legs around him even tighter and clung to his arms and shoulders as he fucked you into the mattress. You sobbed a moan as hot tears began to pool in your eyes as you were railed into a purer level of ecstasy with each calculated thrust.
“Are those tears, angel?” Joel slowed his pace, fucking into you deep and slow. 
“Yes. Hap—happy tears. I never thought I’d be able to experience pl—pleasure like this ever again.” You admitted breathlessly. 
“Thank me.” He ordered, licking the escaped tears that streamed down your cheeks.
“Thank you,” You praised, whimpering softly as he found that sweet spot inside of your core. You cupped his face in your hands and kissed him wherever your lips could land. His cheek. His nose. His bearded chin, “Thank you. Thank you Joel for fuckin’ me so good.” 
Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.
“Fuuuuck,” Joel whined as your praises got to him, “You’re welcome, sweet baby.” 
Joel locked his lips against yours in a desperate kiss, both moaning as your tongues danced together. His unrelenting thrusts and needy kisses were causing you to run out of air, but you couldn’t give a damn. If this was how you were gonna go out then so be it.
“You’ve fucked me into oblivion so now it’s your turn to cum. Please Joel.” You panted, eyes blown wide with anticipation. 
“Mmm,” He gasped as he felt his end nearing, “Where do you want it?” 
“Cum inside me.” 
His movements faltered for a brief moment as he thought about something then nodded his head in agreement. 
“Okay.” He grunted as he buried his face into your neck, sucking a bruise onto your shoulder. 
“Please, baby,” You begged as you felt his cock pulse inside of you, “Give me all of it.”
“I’m cummin’, baby.” Joel warned, panting as his rocks lost their rhythm and became more erratic. The first stripe that shot inside of you made you shiver and you jolted right along with Joel. 
“Ahhh!” You would have let out an ear-piercing scream if your voice hadn't already been shot to hell. Another climax ripped through you. You bit your bottom lip and clung to Joel for dear life as you both shook with pleasure. 
“That’s one for the history books.” Joel blurted as he snuck a quick peek at you before settling back down along your spent body.
You both burst out laughing as you tried to calm your hash pants. 
Both of your untamed laughs eventually turned soft giggles then into steady breaths, and within 10 minutes the room was filled with soft snores.
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beanghostprincess · 3 months
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Usopp's self care is taking care of his hair. He makes a whole day of it, he starts the day early dividing his hair into parts and cutting his ends. washing and detailing takes a long time after it deep conditioning and then hot oil treatment.
It's a very long tedious but very rewarding process. Some of his fondest memories with his dad was when he was doing his hair. Yasopp said to keep his hair virgin don't dye it, don't straighten it, and don't bleach or relax it! Especially the last two he did that now his hair has broken off the curls are gone and his roots are gray. It took him 7 years for it to grow back to its natural length and that's because he had to locs it so he won't mess with it.
Looking at old photos of his dad's hair and his hair now he's scared straight. He's not going near any sort of chemicals His hair is going to be natural forever. He wished he taught him how to braid/twist/loc his own hair, he had to teach himself. When they do meet up with the red pirates his dad's hair looks a lot better. It's not a deep black like usopp's It's more of a dark gray now but the curls are back and it's not brittle anymore.
During their visit Yasopp spent hours sitting with usopp on the floor locking his hair and teaching him how to do it and take care of it. The first hour was awkward and quiet but after the third hour It was like they never separated talking and laughing. The topic of sanji (of course sanuso is involved) was brought up and if he knows how to do his hair.
After a shameful 'no' he found Saji in the kitchen spying on them (he was there the whole time for 4 hours watching them) He was yelled at for not knowing how to do his life partner's hair.
'How do you not know how to do that!? Don't you know how intimate it is to have your partner take care of your hair! it's the easiest way to show affection! You hasn't been doing that?! What if you have kids!? How are you going to do their hair?! Sit down! Where's that weird flamboyant skeleton?! You're gonna learn how to do textured hair today!'
I. Absolutely. Love this.
Usopp using his hair as something he has in common with his dad is so, so sweet. He just loves it so much. He loves taking care of it and he loves following all the things his dad taught him, so when they meet again, he can proudly say he followed his steps. He thinks about his parents whenever he's taking care of his hair, and it's just so important to him. It's his favorite part of himself 100%. He might be insecure, but about his hair? Never.
He is, though, a bit reluctant to asking Sanji if he wants to learn about it. Sanji, being the clingy boyfriend he is, loves Usopp's hair. He won't stop touching it and complimenting it and Usopp easily falls asleep when Sanji does these things because it's relaxing and extremely soothing and sweet. However, Sanji is careful not to be disrespectful or cross any boundaries so he's always "your hair looks gorgeous like always, mon trésor" and a few strokes and kisses to his head, but that's about it. He doesn't push further or ask anything because he thinks it's an Usopp thing and he knows how important his hair is for him. He watches Usopp's hair routines whenever they shower together (most of the time) and pretty much keeps an eye on him whenever they go to sleep and Usopp has to do his things. It's not that he doesn't want to learn, he really does, it's just that he doesn't want to push Usopp to do something he doesn't want to. Classic miscommunication situation, because Usopp just thinks Sanji isn't inetersted and he doesn't want to be a burden and he's just fine with it.
Yasopp is not fine with it, though. So the second he finds out about Sanji not knowing a thing about taking care of his son's hair, Yasopp calls out for him (he knows Sanji has been listening. He's no idiot. Father senses) and forces him to learn how to do textured hair. Which is funny because Yasopp thinks he's forcing it on him and that he's being oh so scary and father like, but, uh, Sanji really does want to learn. He truly is excited for this! They do some lessons with Brook (who's really, really happy to help) and Usopp looks at them with such a fond look,,, He just loves his boy so much.
Then they have to say goodbye to the Red Hair pirates, sadly (sadly for Usopp and Luffy because I am 100% sure Nami is SO done with these guys already). Something changes, because now Sanji offers to do his hair when they have the time and before and after going to sleep. He now knows how to take care of it, at least, there wasn't much time for a long explanation about styling. So Usopp teaches him what he doesn't know and asks all the questions Sanji has, even if they seem dumb at first.
Usopp's favorite part of himself is his hair, and apparently Sanji loves it just as much <3
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sbrown82 · 2 months
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Meghan Markle's Top 10 BLACKEST Moments! 💁🏾‍♀️
10. Talking Black hair care with Mariah Carey on her podcast (Girrrl...not Murray's & Pink Lotion!! 😆)
9. Helping Black & Brown women of the Hubb Community Kitchen after the Grenfell Tower Tragedy as her first solo royal project.
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8. When she reminded err'body on “Suits” that she is NOT a white girl!!!
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...And then shutting down corny-ass haters on Twitter for continuing to question her Blackness.
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7. When Meghan and her husband's Archewell Foundation supported The Loveland Foundation, an organization that gives Black women and girls across the U.S. access to high quality therapy and support.
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6. Sporting all-Black designers while giving us 'bundles on bundles' at the NAACP Image Awards.
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5. Taking part in the "Erase The Hate" campaign condemning anti-Black racism.
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4. When she FINALLY met King Bey and gave us the vision of Black royalty & Black excellence we kneegrows deserve!
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3. When she said "Black Lives Matter" and spoke out on the death of George Floyd.
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2. Becoming a real-life B.A.P. and marrying into the British Royal Family - a.k.a. the WHITEST family in the world. Sis was late, only invited her Black mama who proudly wore her locs and nose ring. Had a Black pastor preach, hired an afro-wearing cello player and an all-Black choir to sing...all on Malcolm X's birthday! 👸🏾
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1. And chile, when sis exposed those same crumpet-eating colonizers on that Oprah special...ICONIC!!!
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Happy Black History Month, y'all!! ❤️🖤💚
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oh look another nosy neighbors comic
they're actually really soft and sweet with each other man it's just a nice dynamic <3
[ID: an eight-page comic of bigB and pearl from limited life. the first two pages are colored and set in the daytime. the rest are duotone, the characters colored blocks of pale blue, and set at dusk. bigB wears short locs in a low ponytail, a blue flannel polo over a cream-colored shirt with a wingtip collar, and denim pants with black spats. his hand is webbed and his fingers are green. pearl wears a short overall over a sleeveless hoodie, her hair in a high ponytail. both of them tied their hair with scrunchies.
1: bigB holds up an orange frog and says earnestly, "if you have any wise words for me, could you tell me please?"
2: he asks the frog, "who's gonna win the series? is it me?" its cuts to him standing alone, surrounded by frogs. he says, "i don't know."
3: cut to bigB and pearl on their tower, working on it. they're on opposite sides of the platform. bigB says, "the frogs have told me things, by the way." pearl asks, "what have they said?" bigB moves on top of the parapet, saying, "they told me not to tell, but..."
4: bigB sits on the parapet towards pearl and spreads his arms, enthusiastically saying, "they told me who's gonna win. this whooole entire thing!" pearl says, "oh really?" bigB says, "yeah!" pearl crosses her arms and smirks, says, "okay. what's the inside goss here?" bigB smiles at her.
5: bigB says, "it's you." pearl, in disbelief and amusement, points to herself and replies, "me?!" she turns and waves him off, saying, "noo, i won the last one, i don't need to win this one."
6: bigB looks to the side and muses, "oh you did win the last one..." "did" being italicized. pearl smiles at him.
7: she says, "you can win, bigB," emphasizing the "you". bigB's eyes widen in surprise as the background briefly turns a soft yellow. bigB turns back to her, still surprised, as she steps towards him and raises a fist determinedly. "you win for us," she insists with a grin.
8: pearl moves next to bigB, who shrugs sheepishly and says, "look, i- i'll try my best." pearl says, "i think your best is absolutely gonna get us the win," with emphasis on "absolutely."
End ID.]
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