#have had worse nights during fire season

[risuola]

LOOKS LIKE WE'RE SNOWED IN FOR THE NIGHT — F. READER x KAMO CHOSO, with whom you got stuck in a cabin

A fireplace, a nice blanket, a bunch of snow and the twinkling lights on the Christmas tree… for some it might sound like a perfect way to spend the night during the festive season, but not when you’re stuck in a cabin in the middle of nowhere with your biggest enemy. And it’s cold.

cw: smut, enemies to lovers, oral (f. receiving), angst-ish vibe, death mentioned (I put it as a warning, but honestly, if you're into jjk you're probably used to it, just sayin'), reader discretion is advised — 2,9k words

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“Looks like we’re snowed in for the night,” Choso pointed, making few futile attempts to push the doors open. “I can force the way out but I doubt you’re gonna survive it.” He added, venomous tone evident in his otherwise calm and low voice.

You groaned, pinching the bridge of your nose. This is horrible, you thought, it couldn’t possibly get worse than that. The cabin, secluded and nestled deep in the woods, once a welcoming refuge from the cold, was now a claustrophobic cage trapping you and Choso inside. The doors, blocked by the snow piled high behind them were impossible to open and the windows – old and grime-stained – covered with ice, offered no escape. The interiors, now cleared out of the cursed spirit that resided in here scaring the owners away, were as cozy as they could be with warm colors of the creaking wooden floors and the twinkling lights on the Christmas tree, that funny enough was the only thing that still was working inside. The furniture was faded and worn-down by the humid air, the cobwebs decorating every corner.

The task at hand was simple enough – get in, exorcise, get out – but the snow and the cold were making everything more difficult, not to mention the man you had to share the experience with. It was a part of introducing the Death Painting into the jujutsu society and a silent attempt to make the two of you fonder of each other, but the result proved itself to be starkly different, when you got stuck with him for the night, or god knows how long.

“Damn,” you groaned finally, realizing there’s nothing you can do to make the situation better. No escape, no signal, not even a goddamn kettle that would work.

“Looks like you’re really screwed, huh?” Choso mocked you, a smirk twisting his features because he knew – he just knew that you’re not gonna make it through the night and though he enjoyed the idea of watching you freeze to death, he involuntarily threw some more wood into the fire to keep it alive.

“I’m perfectly fine, fuck you,” you snapped, glaring at his stupid handsome face from your place across the room, hoping silently that maybe once in this world a glare could kill.

You and Choso had always been on opposite sides. Your fights always end up in blood, there was little to no respect between you two, and though in a fight you two were able to work together, outside of it, it was a much different story. You just couldn’t stand each other, you could never put a finger on the reason why, but you just never clicked. Always having different opinions, always too stubborn to let go and not even once agreeing on a plan of work. You trusted him just enough to know he will most likely not kill you in your sleep.

Now, as the sound of the howling wind outside was constantly reminding you on the dire situation, the storm outside showing no signs of letting up, the pressure between you and him seemed to reach a breaking point. At first, you moved through the cabin, walking back and forth, avoiding each other’s gaze and trying to ignore the fact you were trapped together. “Sit quiet and stop being annoying,” you growled at him, hating the way he was sprawled comfortably on the little sofa while you were feeling more and more cold as the hours were passing by. Kamo and his damn temperature regulation.

You had been fighting constantly since you arrived, each blaming the other for the predicament you were in. You argued and hurled insults at each other, both trying to assert dominance over the other. You were constantly on the edge, you bickered until both of you were that close to exploding. You fought about everything, from the mission to the tiny space you were forced to share. You could barely stand the sound of each other’s breathing, much less the sight of each other’s faces and the constant, near proximity. It was only a matter of time one of you snapped.

It felt claustrophobic, nearly – the way only four walls were surrounding you and no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t quite navigate yourself through the treacherous environment. You had no idea what exactly was oh-so wrong with this place. A desolate cabin with nothing but cold air and the palpable tension between you and Choso was slowly taking a toll on you. Harsh winter wind howled outside and it was clear that your spirits matched its bitterness. The twinkling, colorful lights adorning the mismatched Christmas tree in the corner did nothing to warm up the bleakness of the place.

Hours passed and you got tired of the banter. Choso noticed how slowly you became, quiet, less talkative. It became easier and easier to outsmart you as the cold was taking a toll on your body. Your retorts were less sharp, a little delayed as the temperature went even lower along with the night progressing.

“You’re gonna die in here?” He asked, his tone as nonchalant as ever, but it was getting to him that you might actually die that night. It was fun while it lasted and you did an excellent job in making him believe that you’re gonna survive the night, that you’re fine. He allowed his eyes, that up until that point were closed as he was resting on the sofa, to look at your form. You were shivering, seated on the furry carpet near the fireplace and though you were as close to the heat as it was possible, it didn’t do much to help you. Your breath was visible and you were constantly rubbing your hands together in hopes to stop them from going numb.

“I’m fine,” you said again, your voice much punier than you intended it to be and Kamo found it amusing how you forced yourself to sound strong, when in reality, you were so small and weak and vulnerable.

“Oh, are you?” The question had mocking qualities that Choso couldn’t hold back. “You know, all it takes is for you to ask nicely and I might consider warming you up.”

“Fuck you.” Oh, you were so stubborn. He shrugged and kept observing you.

The cabin fell quiet. The air was thick with tension and the only sounds were the occasional drip of water from the ceiling, crackling of fire in the fireplace and the soft tickling of a clock. The rattling of the windows in the wind accompanied the cacophony.

“Isn’t the big, strong sorceress now uncharacteristically quiet?” He joked once again, and you could have sworn that even in the freezing cold, he had an ability to make your blood boil. “Cat got your tongue?”

“I miss the times when paintings were not talking,” you retorted, wrapping yourself tighter in the imitation of a blanket you found laying around. “You have no idea how much I’d love to exorcise your half-cursed ass.”

“As if you were ever gonna be strong enough to put a harm onto me,” he said, pushing himself up from the couch. “Besides, you might wanna pick your words carefully. You’re at my mercy right now.”

“I’d rather be eaten by a polar bear than be at your mercy.”

“Oh, that would be a cool death, right?” He laughed, a taunting tone piercing the air and your soul, it seemed. “Or a curse. It would sound much better in the report later if I told your friends that you lost your life in battle, with bravery and strength, yeah? For sure it’s more appealing than a lame reason like freezing to death.”

“Oh, shut up…” you sighed, leaning your cheek on one of your knees. You kept them tightly pressed to your chest, a desperate attempt of storing any leftover heat along your torso, but it did little to nothing. “Come on, get your ass over there.”

“I already told you, you have to ask me nicely.”

“That’s as nice as I’m gonna get.”

“So that’s as close as you’re gonna get me,” he smirked, teasing you beyond decency, well aware of how delicate was a situation you were now in. To him, cold was nothing more than an inconvenience. In all honesty, he could break the doors open and just go through the snow during night and he would be just fine, but you… it was a different story and truth is that he stayed in the cabin only because of you.

“Choso, please, don’t be a dick, I’m freezing to death, literally,” you whined, forgetting about your pride and prioritizing the survival. “Please?”

“Much better,” Choso chuckled and moved from the sofa to the floor, sitting behind you with his legs on both sides of your frame. “Loosen up a little,” he ordered, throwing away your blanket and as his arm sneaked around your waist, he pulled you into himself, your back now pressed against his chest.

“Oh god…” you whimpered, shifting your position and wrapping yourself around him. He was hot and it felt like the heat was emitting from him, seeping onto you the moment you made contact with his muscular frame. You pushed your face against his neck, nuzzling your cold nose into his warm skin.

“Aren’t you a greedy little thing?” He commented, putting on an indifferent, snarky mask but inside, he was feeling things. It was odd, it was new. He wasn’t exactly an expert in romantic situations, in fact besides few really brief adventures with women, it was the first time he was actually somewhat intimate. Choso’s mind was in a limbo, trying to fight the thoughts of his body which were going crazy. The way your frame fit so closely to his, the way you turned your face and melted into him… it was almost too much. Thoughts raced around his head a mile a minute.

“Aren’t you a scrooge for letting me freeze while you’re that hot?”

“Well, I’m your partner on the job, not your personal heater,” he shrugged, allowing his hand to run along the curves of your waist and hip. “Also, I’d assume that the low temperature is a natural habitat for a cold bitch like you.”

“Ouch,” you acted hurt but couldn’t hold back a chuckle. “I have a great idea, why don’t you shut up?”

“Oh, did that sting you, princess?”

„I’m serious, you should shut the hell up,” it was a mumble, an unharmful one, but Choso must have gotten a different impression.

It was a flash. It took you few seconds to even register what just happened and once you did, you were already helpless beneath him. The soft, furry carpet now tickling you in the face as Choso kept you, chest down and pinned to the ground. It annoyed you how easily one of his hands kept both of your wrists pushed up above your head. You felt his weight on top of your thighs, his crotch pressed tightly to your ass and his other hand supporting his weight on the wooden floor.

“Now, if you’re gonna act like a brat, I’m gonna treat you as one,” he said, his voice low and close to your ear as he leaned down and gathered some of your hair to the side to uncover your face to his eyes. Your hopeless pulls and wriggles did nothing to loosen up his hold. If anything, his fingers only tightened their grip around your wrists.

“Get off me,” you groaned, trying to find your way out of the situation, but the movements of your body seemed to make it worse. The man hummed darkly, aiming a mean slap at your ass.

“Stop wiggling,” he warned, smirking at the way your body tensed for a moment. He couldn’t tell what’s gotten him into such a playful mood. Maybe it was all the thick air between you two finally exposing its true colors – something once filled with anger and hostility, now crackled with an undeniable sexual tension.

“Did you just slap me?” You couldn’t believe it, but you’d sooner be dead than you’ll admit out loud that it somehow felt good.

“I did,” he said nonchalantly. “You whined you’re cold, huh? Well, guess I’ll have to warm you up for real,” Choso added, now grinning mischievously. “Be a good girl, I know you can do it. Now I’ll let go of your hands and you’ll turn around, yeah?”

You hummed in response, not really sure what’s gotten into him but you were far from minding it so you flipped to your back as soon as he gave you a chance. Still on top of you, Choso kept a controlling grip over your hip, his touch burning your bare skin over there.

The fire crackled and flickered, casting warm, dancing shadows on the two of you but you couldn’t tell if the sparkle in his eyes was a reflection of it or just pure lust. The latter, you thought, catching his gaze as it scanned your form, paying a little more attention to your lips, chest and the little strip of skin that showed from underneath your blouse.

Kamo was enticed by you, fascinated even, by the way his body was suddenly yearning for you. The unusual desire overflown his senses and he found himself inching closer and closer, until he was just one, mere breath away from your mouth. He could feel you gasp, see the look of your eyes and if he wouldn’t know better he would be convinced there was lust in them too.

“Nervous?” He whispered, with a slight shadow of teasing painted all over his stupidly handsome features. His nose, now brushing against yours initiated the touch, a prelude of sorts to what was going to come and Choso chuckled at the lack of response from you. It was, in a way, an opening for you to push him away, to set a boundary, to lay down the consent but you made no effort to do any of that. Instead, you let your fingers to find his hair and once you pulled at them, there was no going back.

His lips pressed into yours. The kiss and the heat from your bodies warmed the cold air around you, melting the icy tension that lingered between you as you, too, melted below him. The time seemed to slow down and the melody of howling wind and fire was now a white noise to the soft sounds and whimpers you were making. Your mouth parted and Choso took the invitation eagerly, running his tongue along your lower lip and reaching yours. They twirled and twisted, danced and explored each other and you swore at the moment that the world around you had fallen away.

It didn’t take long since you were bare, completely exposed underneath his muscular body; the cold air around you a stark contrast to the extreme heat that was coming off of Choso. He was all around you, exploring your shapes with touches so tender, you couldn’t help but feel worshipped. The way he touched you, the way he kissed and drank every inch of your skin made your heart rumble against your ribcage. He went down, tracing the ups and downs of your figure with wet, sloppy stamps of his lips until he reached your thighs – both of which he kissed with as much attention.

It was intoxicating. Kamo felt as if everything around him twirled and he was drowning in the soft feeling of your plush skin. The curves of you filled every bit of his mind. Addicting, you were, so addicting he couldn’t find a strength to pull back and before he knew it, his tongue was already lapping at your clit. The beautiful melody of your moans filling his ears as he worked his mouth over the puffy bud, sucking and licking simultaneously. Waves and waves of pleasure you felt, spreading from your core and reaching every part of you. It was hot, it was like nothing else you’ve ever experienced.

“Oh god, Choso~” you were whining, a surprise to you cause up until this time you would swear you’re not the one to make such lewd noises during sex. All of that went out the window when it came to the man between your legs. He was flicking his tongue, twirling it and pressing it flat; every movement centered and focused, sharing one objective – to abuse the most sensitive, sweet spot on your body. He took his time, it was wet and sloppy, it was messy. The silky sensation of his tongue, warm and soft… oh, man has a talent.

Your breath was stuttering, hands grabbing the fluffy fibers of the carpet as your thighs were trembling and the urge to squeeze them over Choso’s head was slowly becoming irresistible. The way he was making out with your clit drove you insane, it brought you to the edge and pushed you over. You came undone and you came hard. He wasn’t stopping, just slowing down and leading you through the high as if it was his job and the very core of his existence.

“Feeling warmer?” He asked, once slowly coming back up above you. His face was now a real painting, covered with your essence and his lips, swollen and wet, stretched into a grin of satisfaction as he was taking in the sight of your breathless form. You nodded, barely registering the subtle teasing undertone he had in his voice. “Good. But I’m going to make you even hotter.”

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[fishsticksloser]

Since we have sfw mating season turtle's, what about a nsfw one?

HEAR ME OUT-

(Feel free to ignore if your uncomfortable or your too busy to do it)

Mating Season Pt2

Future RotTMNT x gn!reader

Warnings: smut ish, fluff, feral turtles, talk about rough sex, talk about biting/marking, wounds mentioned

A/N: I'm not gonna write small little drabbles, but I will go more in depth

Donnie

He still had precautions

But you insisted on helping him

Who was he to say no?

He went through everything his species does during mating season

He explains that you will have to be under water for an extended period of time

That he can bite and scratch

Donnie really really wants to make sure you're okay with everything that might happen

This is a huge step in your relationship

It doesn't matter how long you've been together, Donnie would never ask you to be with him during this time

You can tell it's starting because he gets more affectionate

Normally kissing your neck more

He talks about the way you smell

But when the time comes, you're there with him

He made sure there were things for you to do, things for your safety

Like oxygen for you when you're underwater

He made a really big nest for you

When you see it, he grins like a little kid

He made it for you after all

If you don't show that you like it, he'll tear it apart and restart

Donnie bites a lot

He does accidently scratch you a bit, but that was just because he was trying to hold on

He's also fiercely protective

He growls and snaps at literally anything

When he sleeps, he's wrapped around you, not allowing you to leave

You're his

When mating season is over Donnie is affectionate

He feels so bad for biting and scratching you

Being rougher than normal

He'll try to convince you not to join him again

Leo

Obviously there were still precautions

Can't have the boss going feral now can we?

Leo tried not to show when it's coming on, opting to remove you from the situation completely

But it doesn't work, he needs you too bad

Leo gets overly touchy

He taps your butt, your hips, your chest, your neck, your face

He whispers in your ears about how good you look, how you smell, how soft your skin is

The few nights before his rut actually starts, he's goes at it with everything he has

He mumbles about how pretty you are under/on top of him

But he keeps it passionate, not rough

When his rut actually starts it's a different story

He's loud

Moaning, whimpering, and... yes, talking

Leo is rough, but tries to make it pleasurable for you too

He's still a talker even when not in the middle of coitus

The tapping becomes a bit harder, more consistent

Mostly tapping your face, hips, and butt

He still whispers in your ears, but its more about what he wants to do to you, how pretty you look while he takes you

Leo bites a little, he still has some control of himself

If he feels like he's going to bite, he'll find something else to bite

The nest he builds is relatively small, but so comfy since he's allowed to have pillows and bulky blankets

When it's over, you better believe this man is worshipping your body

He'll cover any bite or scratch in kisses, making sure you feel loved beyond measure

Mikey

Since he's gotten older, it's gotten a bit worse

He's still pretty normal, but he can get territorial

Someone touches you (even by accident) or is talking to you?

You might wanna take him back to your room

He gets hot, literally since his ninpo is fire based

Mikey acts pretty normal until something happens to you (like stated above)

It's best if people stay away from you, especially his brothers

Leo has had a scar on his right arm (cause that's his prosthetic now) from Mikey attacking him after he helped you with something

Why specifically his brothers?

Because they're turtles too and they're too much like him so what if they try to steal you

That's Donnie's theory at least

The nest he builds is comfy and warm

He really likes having you in it all the time so it stays warm

He'll crawl in and snuggle with you, letting our tiny chuffs

He's not a biter at all during rut

Mikey does scratch a little, but its more when he's trying to hold on

He still has a lot of control, so he tends to be very loving and passionate

But on his bad days, he's slightly worse than Leo

He defiantly still talks, overall he's almost completely normal except for the territorial and protective aspect

Afterwards, he almost cries

No... He does cry over what he's done to you

He really needs reassurance that you're okay

Mikey will give you lots of cuddles and kisses a little while after they heal

Raph

He gets a bit like this

He also gets worse as he grows

Whereas when he was younger, he was pretty chill

Raph gets more territorial

People steer clear of both of you because of how big and scary Raph is

He tends to become a bit mindless, focusing on only you

He sniffs and nuzzles you, chuffing loudly

If anyone so much as looks at you, he growls and pulls you into him

His next is huge to fit his large body

When you see it, he pulls you into the nest, wanting to make sure you like it

It's not as bulky and soft as Leo or Mikey's but not as thin as Donnie's

He is a chaser, he will run after you

It's part of his species mating rituals

Though he does go slower than necessary due to how fast he is

Raph is a biter

The first few times, he bit you hard leaving a scar

Now he tries to get old tires, something else so he doesn't hurt you

He also scratches, trying to keep you close

When it's over, Raph will cry and apologize while he takes care of your wounds

He feels so bad

Like Donnie, he will also try to convince you not to join him again

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Unexpected Summer | J.Hughes

requested - yes; can I request “Wait- we’re having a baby?” with jack? something unexpected like a fourth of july during michigan summers type thing if that makes any sense? thank you so much

note- love this idea! thanks for requesting! :) Masterlist

warnings: mentions of pregnant stuff.

Michigan summers were the type of summers you had dreamt about when you first met Jack and how he told you about how much fun he had at his lake house in Michigan while hanging with his friends that he hasn’t seen all season. Your first Michigan summer with Jack, his family, and friends was amazing. The amount of love that his family and friends showed you during that time was incredible. Everyday mostly consisted of sunny days, boating around, playing tennis and golf, and then having nights around the fire. It was truly everything you dreamed of.

It was now your fifth Michigan summer with Jack. You loved hockey season and getting to spend it watching Jack do what he loves to do, but you were glad to be back in Michigan and spending time with friends and family.

However, this one was beginning to take a unexpected turn. It all started when you woke up feeling not too great. You accounted it for bad seafood, however, you were still throwing up a week later. Plus, you could feel your body changing practically, with your boobs feeling off and more body aches, that you account for your period, but then realized your period was supposed to be here two weeks ago.

You didn’t express your concern to Jack since it could be nothing. However, it made you weary enough to go out and get two pregnancy tests just to be sure. Although, if you had to guess, all the symptoms did add up, but you weren’t going to worry just yet.

It was around 12pm when Jack and the guys decided to go out on the boat. Knowing that the waves would mess up your stomach even worse, you decided to stay back, but mostly to take the tests.

“Babe, are you sure you’re feeling okay?” Jack asked as he put on his swim trucks. “I can hang back if you need me too.” And you knew that he would if you had told him you needed him, but he had already stayed back with you for the past three days.

“No, it’s okay, I’ll be okay. If I need you, I’ll just text you,” you reply as you bundle up under the covers. Jack walks over to you and places a kiss on your forehead.

“Okay, be sure that you do, I mean it! I will turn that boat around to come be with you!” You nod your head as he places a final kiss to your lips.

As soon as he is out the door, and you look at the window to see that they have boated away, you grab the tests from your purse and head to the bathroom. You let out a breathe as you sit the tests on the counter after doing your business. You set the timer and go back into the bedroom to clean up the pile of clothes to take your mind off of it.

The timer going off rattles you out of your thoughts. Since the thought that you could be pregnant first arose in your mind, you had been thinking about how Jack would react and what you guys would do from then on. However, those are just thoughts and it could come out better than what you’re thinking.

You roll your neck and let out a sigh before picking up the test. You turn it over and you’re hit with the results. Pregnant. Two lines. Positive.

Up until this moment, you hadn’t allowed yourself to think too much on if the results would actually be positive. However, now seeing them, it is everything you have ever wanted. You let out a sob as you sit on the side of the bathtub. You have been dreaming of this moment since meeting Jack. He has made you rethink the possibility of having a family. You couldn’t wait to tell him.

-

The boys made it back home around 4. They were all sunburnt but had the biggest smiles on their faces. Finally getting some time to spend with friends. As soon as they got into the house, Jack barreled up the stairs to find you. You were still laying in bed watching Friends like when he left you.

“Hey, baby. You okay?” He asked as he put his shoes away and grabbed a towel.

You look over to him and smile. “Yeah, I’m doing okay. How was boating?”

“It was great! Luke fell off the wakeboard and nearly drowned but he was okay! Sad you had to miss another day out there, though,” he walks over to your side of the bed and sits next to you, moving a strand of hair out of your eyes. “Are up to take a shower with me? It’s okay, if not.”

You smile weakly, you want to but you also don’t want him noticing your body changes yet, because you wanted to tell him perfectly. “I showered a bit earlier,” you lie, “I’m sorry.”

He shakes his head, “No, it’s okay. Also, we’re cooking out later with everyone, so be ready for some good food. You haven’t thrown up today have you?”

“No, I’ve managed to keep it all down today,” you reply as you run your hand over his thigh. “Hurry and shower, you smell. I’m going to head down and see if anyone needs help cooking.”

“I only smell a little!” He laughs. “That’s fine, but good luck, mom and Quinn will probably kick you out, you know how they are.”

“Yeah, but doesn’t hurt to ask!” You laugh as you watch him take off his swim trucks, throw them in the basket, and head to the bathroom.

Well, you couldn’t tell him tonight, since everyone is going to be here you think to yourself.

-

You truly didn’t think your emotional changes would’ve hit you so quickly, but you were wrong. You knew that Quinn and Ellen like to cook, and they don’t want anyone else to bother helping because they have it under control. However, as soon as they said that they didn’t need your help and all was good, you started sobbing.

Ellen noticing this, comes over and wraps her arms around you. “Y/N, honey, it’s okay. You can help if you want, we have it under control.”

Quinn is confused as to what is happening and is trying to stay focused on seasoning the chicken and steak. Just as he decided to speak up, Jack comes down the steps. “Y/N, what’s wrong?”

He replaces his mom in holding you. You sniffly respond, “Nothing, I’m not even sure why I’m crying.” Ellen raises an eyebrow at that. “I just haven’t been able to do anything lately, and I wanted to help.” Jack nods as he looks to his mom for help, she shrugs. Ellen has an idea of what is wrong, but she wasn’t going to bring that up.

Quinn finally speaks up, “You can help chop vegetables, if that’s okay? We didn’t mean anything by it, we just didn’t want to bother you.” He offers a smile before turning back to the steaks.

“Okay, again I don’t why I’m crying. I’ll chop the vegetables.” You say as you turn to look at Jack. He wipes the tear streaks from your face and pats the side of your thighs.

“You go do that, I’m going to find the others and talk to them.” You nod as you go find a knife.

After a while, Ellen comes up to you when Quinn leaves to put the meat on the grill. “Now I don’t want to think I’m calling you anything, I’m just asking, because I care a lot, but is there by a chance that you’re pregnant?”

You swallow and place the knife down and turn to look at her. “Yes, I’m pregnant.” You give her a second, trying to gauge her reaction.

Less than a second goes by, and she’s jumping up and down. “Oh my gosh! My babies are going to have a baby! How long have you known? Is there any problems?”

You shush her before someone walks in because of the commotion. “I just found out this morning, I took a test. I haven’t told Jack yet. So you can’t tell him anything!” She nods as she pulls you into a hug.

She whispers, “Oh my gosh, I’m so excited!”

Just as she says that, Quinn walks back in holding the finished steaks. “So excited about what?” He looks between the both of you, waiting for an answer.

Nervously you blurt out, “We’re just so excited that everyone is here for the cookout!”

He doesn’t fully believe the answer, but he wasn’t go to question it, in fear you’ll break out in tears again. “Okay, awesome,” He places the steak down and turns back around. “Oh, Jack told me to tell you that when you’re done here, he is sitting on the back patio with Alex, Trevor and Cole.”

You nod and reply a thanks. You finish up your vegetables, grab a beer for Jack, and head to the back patio.

-

“Y/N! So good to see you!” You hear Alex say as you make your way out onto the patio. He just arrived last night, but you were passed out asleep by then.

“Alex! Great to see you too!” You give him a hug.

Letting go, you hear Cole say, “Y/N, you bring that beer for me? I needed a new one!”

You laugh as you make your way over to the seat next to Jack. “No, it’s for him,” you answer as you pass the beer to Jack. You can hear Cole pouting as Jack opens the beer.

“Thanks, babe. You aren’t drinking?” Jack asks, looking at you skeptically. He doesn’t care if you don’t drink, it’s your choice, but you usually do in these settings.

You shake your head, “No, I’ve been sick enough, I’m not letting beer destroy me.” Jack nods and places a kiss on your temple.

As you lean back in your chair, you hear the sliding door open again. Trevor yells out, “Y/N! How are you?!”

He sits across the table, you reply back happily, “I’m doing okay, feeling better than I have in the past week!”

Trevor nods, and then blurts out, “For some who has been sick, you can’t even tell!”

As soon as he said that, you can feel the tears coming back. You try to swallow your emotions, not wanting to make a scene, but it’s no use. You start sobbing again in front of everyone. You can feel the eyes suddenly on you. You can feel Jack placing a hand on your back.

You sob out, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Trevor hurriedly speaks out, “I was just saying that you look great!” He’s looking at Jack, begging for help. Jack doesn’t even know why you’re crying.

“Y/N, he was just trying to compliment you, it’s okay,” He’s never been this confused by your sudden emotional outburst, and he’s trying his best to help you. He’s grabs your hand and helps you up, “Come on, let’s go inside and cool down.”

You’re still sobbing into your hands when he pulls you inside and upstairs to your shared room. He walks you over to the bed and helps you sit down. He’s rubbing his hands through your hair, as he knows it calms you down.

Once your sobs lessened, he decides to ask again, “Babe, what happened back there? I get that he can be awful with words, but he was just trying to compliment you.” He tries to reason with you to get an answer.

You know you have to tell him, if not it makes you seem like you’ve lost your mind. “I get that he was trying to compliment me, and I know that earlier that Quinn and Ellen just didn’t want to bother me in helping, but I gotta tell you something, I’m just a bit nervous.”

Jack is rubbing circles on your thigh as he nods, “Baby, you know you can tell me anything, especially if it has you crying all of a sudden.”

You let out a breath and reach over to get the tests out of your nightstand. Holding them, you finally say, “I’m pregnant,” you pass the tests over to him to grab. “I took them this morning. I mean I was throwing up a lot, and my body had some changes. So yeah, I’m pregnant.”

You hold in your breath as you wait for him to respond. He looks at each test before looking up at you. He grabs your chin to get you to look at him before you start crying. “Wait- we’re having a baby?”

You slowly nod your head, scared to speak incase you let out a sob. You finally let out that breath you were holding as soon as Jack gives you the biggest smile.

“We’re having a baby!” He’s instantly pulling you into his arms, not caring that the tests dropped to the ground. “I can’t believe it, we’re going to be parents!” He stands you both up and spins you around.

You grab onto his arms. “Okay, okay! I know we’re excited, but I’m going to puke if we keep spinning!” You laugh as he places you back down with so much concern.

“Oh my gosh, I’m sorry, are you okay? Do you need anything?”

You shake your head and lean in to kiss his lips, smiling you say, “I’m okay, I can’t believe this happening, I’m so happy!”

“Babe, happy doesn’t even begin to describe what I’m feeling, there’s no one else I’d rather do this with,” He leans down to kiss your lips. Pulling apart, he bends down to your stomach.

You ruffle his hair, “I’m not showing yet or anything, but it’s still crazy that it will be growing in there.” Jack leans forward to press a kiss on your stomach.

“I know, so crazy.” He stands back up and pulls you into a hug. You both savor the moment, until you hear knocking on the door.

“Um, guys, I hope all is okay. I just wanted to make sure that Y/N wasn’t going to kill me for what I said, even though I was just complimenting her, but still!” You both laugh as you pull open the door to a scared Trevor. You just pat his arm before walking down the hallway. Trevor looks at Jack to try and decipher if he should be worried, but Jack just shrugs his shoulders and follows in your direction.

When he catches up to you, he puts his arm around your waist, “He’s going to be so confused until we tell him.”

You laugh, “Yeah, he is. That’s what he gets for trying to compliment a pregnant woman!” Jack just shakes his head at your theatrics and kisses your forehead as you make your way back to the patio.

#jack hughes #jack hughes blurb #jack hughes fic #jack hughes x reader #jack hughes imagines #hockey imagines #nhlhockey fic #nhl imagines #hockey fics

[l4long-winded]

mad carmy with sassy reader that doesn’t take his shit!!! (smut!)

ask and you shall receive (happy valentine's day, love)

o.s. fire in the freezer

summary: it's opening night and you're stuck inside the walk-in with your boss, carmen. can the night get any worse? (carmen berzatto x afab!reader)

reflection: this took me embarrassingly long. i had a lot to get through these past weeks. i still have a busy schedule with college and life, but i want to do more of these. i have about 3 or 4 prompts i need to get to, but i think i'll be able to manage. also, this might be ooc for some people? idk, it's fiction. please enjoy and feedback is always appreciated!

warnings: cursing, longwinded descriptions, angry!carmy, angry!reader, takes place during the season 2 finale (pretending claire doesn't exist), implied enemies to lovers, reader's pov, reader is a line cook(?), arguing, surprise kissing, walk-in shenanigans, dirty talk, mention of fridge guy, use of the word "slutty," walk-in p in v, unprotected (please let me know if there are other warnings i need to add)

word count: 2,140

( this work has been cross-posted to ao3 )

“What the fuck did you just say?”

It’s alarming how crimson his face appears considering the walk-in’s cold air biting at both your limbs, how you imagine the rising heat of his breath combats the freezer’s chill, puffs relaying the steam building within him. It’s a miracle it doesn’t fume from his ears. Fifteen minutes have passed, fifteen minutes of remaining silent as Carmen mouthed off about the unfairness of the situation, how his cell phone doesn’t have service, how he doesn’t know what the fuck is going on out there when your coworkers have seemingly abandoned the both of you to fend for yourselves. You don’t blame him. You don’t want to be in here any more than he does, but there’s this wretched thing about Carmen that he does when tensions are high and his temper flies off the handle. He gets mean. He becomes hurtful. You’ve worked with him long enough to see it occur, the venomous speech he mutters at a high volume as a tendon in his neck protrudes and the person being yelled at flinches in shock. Though such poison’s never been doused over your head, he’s never directed that anger towards you.

Until now. He inadvertently called you an idiot along with the coworkers busying themselves outside the walk-in. There’s not much they can do about the freezer’s handle breaking, and you both know that, but he’s not calming himself down, nor is he making this easier on you when you’re stuck in the same situation as him. You two are prideful and confident in your actions in the kitchen. Sure, you’ve butted heads a few times and stared each other down from afar, but your relationship’s been tame for the most part.

“I said, ‘Stop acting like a fucking cunt.’” You bark back. So much for being tame. You couldn’t stop the words from spilling from your mouth. Everyone has the grace and privilege of being able to ignore him since he’s locked away here with you, but unfortunately, you’re not as lucky. You don’t appreciate being talked down to and you won’t take it from your boss just because he’s irate and the world is crumbling beneath your feet. You want to head out there and contribute to the restaurant as he does, but you’re also not spewing hateful soliloquies to the one person who could possibly understand what you’re going through. That, and it’s fucking cold in here, you’re irritated by the temperature frosting over your skin. It’s opening night and you’re stuck with your least favorite person in the kitchen—your least favorite person possibly in Chicago. The last thing you’re going to do is sulk near the stored ingredients while he shouts and pounds away at the freezer’s door.

This is his fucking fault. How fucking dare he? Why are you paying for his sin?

Just as it did the first time, the second time renders him, miraculously, speechless. It’s not because he doesn’t have anything to reply back, this is evident in how he purses his lips together and clenches his jaw. You notice it flex as he swallows, his Adam’s apple bobbing, previously hidden by the collar he’s now unbuttoned. He stares at you with a pointed gaze, eyebrows ever so slightly knitted inwards. Neither of you has to utter a single word to understand how much you can’t fucking stand each other, how Carmen is purposely holding back since you’ve caught his petulant tantrum and condescended him for it. The absence of sound between you two is grim as if he’s waiting for the apology, but fuck him, you’re not apologizing for shit. Instead, you mimic his facial expression like he’s staring into a mirror, crossing your arms against your chest for good measure to illustrate the guard he won’t be breaking through anytime soon.

Carmen steps forward. It’s a singular step. There’s only backwards to go before you end up meeting the shelves, so you remain where you are. His body heat radiates, prominent not because you’re that close, but because the freezer’s becoming more unforgiving the longer you’re both in here.

“Say it again,” he breathes.

You blink rapidly as if he’s a mirage, as if he’ll disappear, and as if he’s grown two other heads. He wants you to say it again? Is this some kind of a test? It has to be. There aren’t many other options, besides how he steps even closer within your vicinity and away from the locked palisade ahead. The temperature rises, and the fucked part about it is that your body’s instinctual need to survive urges you to collide into his frame to share feverish flames instead of standing in the chilled atmosphere on your lonesome. Carmen’s mandibles buckle, a sign of his bottled intentions, of what he really wants to say. You wish he’d just spit it out rather than goad you into the unemployment line.

“Call me a cunt again,” he dares and confirms your previous thoughts. He’s standing so close, proximity lacking to the point where his hot breath ghosts your nose and cheeks. Again, your instincts urge, and again, you will them to shut the fuck up and let me handle this. How convoluted and capricious you are. Arguing with innate impulses on the inside while arguing with your superior on the outside, fastened to him inside an icy cage as your coworkers take advantage of the kitchen’s liberating space without you. Fuck them too, they haven’t told either of you shit in what feels like forever and Carmen’s acting out of character. He’s not supposed to be with you like this. He’s not supposed to be gazing at you like he’s about to blow up. He’s not supposed to be challenging you into an impossible situation. You’ve called him a cunt twice. Twice. Three times symbolize the three strikes before you’re out.

Well, if you’re going out, you’re going down swinging your bat as hard as you can, spins and all, dirt flying and wind ricocheting. He’s thrown his virulence. Now, it’s your turn.

“Cun—nnnmph,” is not what you expected to utter, but before you could punctuate that final phoneme, Carmen’s mouth swallowed it greedily, and transitioned it into an astonished noise muffled by his lips. Your eyes flutter, searching his face for a way to explain why the hell this is happening, but suddenly, Carmen shifts his head, the kiss he’s sprung on you deepening, and an accidental swipe of his tongue shuts your eyes. All in a matter of two conflicted seconds.

“Thought you,” you murmur between his stifling, repeated connections, “wanted me to,” he’s practically shoving his tongue against yours, “call you a–”

He grunts in frustration. Seemingly towards you. His hands grasp your biceps, forcing your eyes onto his as his breathing shallows out. “Believe me, it won’t be the only time you put a cunt in my mouth tonight,” he says sharply. You don’t know why your thighs tremor. You fault the near-hypothermia.

“Shit, you’re cold,” he states the obvious as his attention turns to his palms on your arms, as if he didn’t just plant such a filthy image in your mind’s eye. His thumbs stroke over your goosebumps, examining your skin with careful scrutiny. If you didn’t know any better, you swear you see worry cross his visage for a moment. His hands aren’t any better, but they’re warmer than your flesh, and skin-to-skin makes this situation a little more bearable. You won’t tell him that, but he seems to have an idea of how you’re not flinching away from his touch. In fact… you’re leaning into it.

“Of course I am. It’s the walk-in,” you say sarcastically. “Wouldn’t be here if you had just called Tommy,” you add, but he exhales a heavy breath through his nose. He shrugs off his jacket to his Chef’s Whites, rolling his eyes, muttering something to himself about Tony, Terry, and Tommy, fucking fuck it all.

“Shut the fuck up, put this on, and turn around,” he hands you the jacket. He had the prerogative of wearing sleeves in here, so he’s not as frigid as you are (temperature-wise, anyway).

“It’ll keep you warm while I fuck you,” he promises, hard gaze on your eyes. You gulp, a desire within you to tell him off for being so presumptive of what’s happening here. Yet, that desire is viciously censored in favor of the desire to do as he says, or more so, the idea of being railed to distract you from how cold you are.

You slip his jacket on, pivoting on your heel, biting your tongue as you lean forward and grasp the metal belonging to the shelves ahead. The inside of his sleeves are already snug and cozy on your arms because of how long he wore it. You hate it. The smug bastard’s not supposed to be right.

You gulp as Carmen’s knuckles graze your lower back, lifting his jacket out of his way for a moment to tug at the waistband of your pants. You hear his breathing stutter, his hand skimming down the sensitive flesh of your ass as his eyes trace over the thin fabric of the panties you chose today.

“Is your underwear always this slutty?” He asks, his voice lower than you’ve ever heard it. To be fair, you didn’t know this would be happening today.

“Find out tomorrow,” you settle for. It seems to be the appropriate response because he groans and kneads at the flesh gathered at your hip as an appreciative gesture. This won’t be the last time this happens. It can’t be.

There’s rustling behind you. You hear the sound of Carmen’s belt before you feel the cold metal prod at the meat of your posterior, sent forward since he’s not fully tugging the leather material from the loops of his pants. It’s just enough for him to get at his zipper, the noise causing your hands to grip the shelves ahead of you even tighter. Carmen’s thumbnail slides along your skin as he tucks his thumb under your panties to position them to the side. The blunt head of him strokes at your entrance, his opposite hand pushing between your shoulder blades to exacerbate the bend at your hips and the pretty dip in your spine.

“You’re really hard for a man who’s surrounded by this much cold,” you mutter smugly. It’s all your doing, revving up his engine through simply challenging him amid his grizzly attack.

However, the smugness dies on your tongue once Carmen pushes in. He didn’t offer you a smartass response, instead offering you the breach of his length, the swollen head of him prying at your soaked walls up until his hips are flush with yours. Your trembling returns and it’s no longer because of the cool air, but because Carmen begins to thrust the second your cunt gives to him. Wrath fades from your mouth, and a moan replaces it, indicating your lust and enjoyment from this, much to your own dismay.

“M’this hard because I was thinking about how fucking warm you’d be around me,” he grunts, leaning over you and jostling you with his strong movements. His pace isn’t brutal, but the pressure of each of his thrusts is. He pulls back and then buries himself as deep as he could go, the sounds of his effort being in the way his hips collide with the flesh of your ass, a smack every time he hits it just right. And fuck, does he hit it just right. The horrible thing is it’ll stroke his massive ego. The great, amazing, toe-curling thing is that it feels like nirvana. The tip of his cock becomes acquainted with a pivotal point within you that has your vision blurred, unable to make out a single label of the cans and containers in front of your face.

“H-how warm is it?” You manage. Somehow. Conversation isn’t your prerogative while you’re bent over and being receptive, gasping for air every time you attempt to shift your hips back into him and he surpasses another inch inside of you. But you’re curious.

“Like a damn furnace,” he answers quickly, increasing his pace just as fast as the sentence leaves his mouth. “Tighter than I imagined,” he confesses, his forehead pressing into your shoulder. Your feet shuffle apart, legs spreading further for him as you pant and do your best not to whine. You can’t give him that satisfaction.

But it’s no use. His name shoots off your tongue like a prayer, a Freudian slip, his middle finger stroking along your clit in time with his bruising plunges.

“Wet, so, so fucking wet,” he continues, “drenching me and setting me on fire at the same fucking time.”

Fuck, you hope they never open that door.

#l4l.writes #carmen berzatto #carmen berzatto imagine #carmy the bear #carmen berzatto x reader #jeremy allen white #the bear fic #the bear #fire in the freezer #l4l.oneshot

[youryurigoddess]

A. Z. Fell & Co. bookshop and its statues

To start off, you have to be warned that the former set was almost completely destroyed in the S1 bookshop fire and whatever wasn’t important enough to be salvaged before the shooting had to be replaced afterwards. Which means that a few memorable and already identified pieces aren’t there anymore, for better or worse.

This is going to be another long analysis, and certainly not a full one — I’ll describe only the big picture and the most important props. A continuation focusing on the decorations in the less prominent parts of the bookshop will follow here.

Right at the entrance we can see twin tables with the Marly Horses by Guillaume Coustou the Elder. The sculptures showing two rearing horses with their groom were originally commissioned by Louis XV of France for the entrance to château de Marly, a royal residence near Versailles.

In S2 Crowley is shown consistently using one of the horses, partially out of convenience, partially in line with a returning throughout the season dark horse theme. Ironically, the symbolic harnessing of a wild animal mirrors the supposed domestication of the demon by his angel, as seen in the transformation of the statue to the right from the entrance into an altar of his submission.

After all, there’s nothing more vulnerable to Crowley than losing the usual protection of his shades, and using a horse sculpture as a stand for his sunglasses speaks volumes about his natural aptitude towards uncertain and liminal states. He thrives in stress situations, dangles his feet while hopping onto a curb, and assumes the form of a non-Euclidean fluid when asked to sit down in a chair. Stability isn’t exactly what he’s most comfortable with. So what for Aziraphale signifies the power over his (theirs?) own domain and ultimate safe space, for Crowley means a challenge.

It makes sense that this particular spot near the exit is where the demon feels most secure in the bookshop, his favorite place in the world. That’s where he stood after crossing its threshold in 1941 too.

The statue in the middle, right on top of the central bookstand, was replaced after the S1 fire. It’s still clearly a Cupid, but in a different pose and without his weapons — instead of shooting an arrow, now he’s holding his left hand over his head, pointing up towards Heaven or God. Quite a change. This is the most similar copy made after Ernest Rancoulet. The butterfly-like wings (similar to the ones Rancoulet used in his La Nuit Tout Repose, At Night Everything Rests) on the copy in the bookshop have visible screws, so they were probably added either by the previous owner or the Good Omens art department.

What’s especially important from the analytic point of view is that similarly to S1, the Cupid in question still appears in the frame facing Crowley, but not targeting him anymore, like it used to, but rather mirroring. The most memorable example appears during the Final Fifteen™ when the demon points up with left hand to highlight his “No nightingales” line.

This one will be fun! Everyone, meet George Maxim’s bronze allegory of Music in her full glory. Angels like music in general, right? And Aziraphale is a known audiophile, which was asserted in the very first episode of the new season. But there’s another link to music in his angelic roots. A rather apocalyptic one — the Archangel Raphael is believed to blow the trumpet from a holy rock in Jerusalem to announce the Second Coming (the Day of Resurrection), and Israfil, its Islamic counterpart, Qiyamah (the Day of Judgment).

Staying in the very same context, let’s read the ballad Israfel by Edgar Allen Poe, which was obviously inspired by the titular Archangel.

Nothing on Earth lasts forever — but that’s exactly the reason why we should use it for inspiration, savor this momentary bliss, and hold it in our hearts. The ballad shares the same sentiment about all creation being temporary and only the passions of angels (i.e., Aziraphale’s and Crowley’s feelings) staying eternally unchanging as Aziraphale’s “Nothing lasts forever”. His line was intended as an affirmation of his feelings, similar to “You go too fast for me, Crowley”.

And just like the Cupid is mirroring Crowley in the “No nightingales” line, Music is targeting Aziraphale with her harp in the following frame.

On the counter there’s a smaller bronze statue, which original unfortunately remains unidentified, but I was able to track some similar designs. A woman coming back from the harvest with crops — either a representation of Autumn or the Greek goddess Demeter bringing a blessing of a plentiful harvest. In the Bible, the harvest is a metaphor for both spiritual fruitfulness and judgment. Our productivity in God’s kingdom is supposedly tied to our faith and obedience. And the most popular verses repeat an even older saying, how one reaps what they sow:

Do not be deceived: God is not mocked, for whatever one sows, that will he also reap. For the one who sows to his own flesh will from the flesh reap corruption, but the one who sows to the Spirit will from the Spirit reap eternal life. (Galatians 6:7-8)

And another angel came out of the temple, calling with a loud voice to him who sat on the cloud, “Put in your sickle, and reap, for the hour to reap has come, for the harvest of the earth is fully ripe.” (Revelation 14:15)

The harvest is past, the summer is ended, and we are not saved. (Jeremiah 8:20)

If you read The summer that was never supposed to end meta, you’ll interpret the figure itself as a rather ominous sign. Now let’s add to it positioning right next to the gigantic Victorian cash register one cannot possibly overlook and the recurring theme of payment. And the fact that it conveniently disappears at some point in The Ball (S02E05) episode, never to be seen again. Is the payment reminder not needed anymore, because its day just came?

For some reason ever since S1 this one was often interpreted as a bust of Alexander the Great by the fandom. The proper name is the Head of a Victorious Athlete, also known as Benevento Head. As this suggests, the originally bronze sculpture represents a victorious athlete wearing an olive crown and was found near Benevento in Italy, in the remnants of the ancient town Herculaneum, wiped off from the face of the earth together with Pompeii in a tragic volcanic eruption (which was conveniently used later on as a more modern example of the story of Sodom and Gomorrah). It’s an obviously Roman copy of a Greek sculpture and dates back to 50 AD, less than a decade after Aziraphale and Crowley met in Rome in 41 AD— who knows, maybe they were still around at the time? This would make an interesting connection to the statue Crowley brought back to his apartment in 1941.

And no, in the HD quality and especially en face it doesn’t appear similar to Crowley. In fact, there seems to be a very good reason why most photographers choose another, more flattering angle for this particular artwork. But aesthetics aside, the white bust seems more like a mirror for Aziraphale and his self-constructed (and self-imposed) idealized image, based on a specific set of virtues. The presented athlete is victorious because he’s the epitome of the Platonic Triad of higher Forms: Truth, Beauty, and Excellence, understood in the wider context of the Greek Aretē.

To highlight this point, in S1 the head was literally used as a designated display place of the medal Aziraphale got as a commendation for his 6000 years on Earth in the 1800 cut scene. As a free agent not affiliated with Heaven in S2 he doesn’t hang it there anymore, but the medal is still in the bookshop, visible on his desk. You can see it in detail and read the description of its provenance in the last bookshop meta.

Daedalus and Icarus are a very popular motif in the history of art, but certainly not in this overtly masculine, military style. Icarus was too ambitious for his own good and ignored explicit instructions, which constitutes both the sin of pride and that of disobedience to one's parents (or one’s Creator?).

Interestingly, there’s also a version of the myth in which Icarus fashioned himself greater than Helios, the Sun himself, and the god himself punished him for it with the fall — which resonates very strongly with my vision of Crowley both in relation to his Fall and potential S3 development.

But back to Aziraphale. If the medal in question was given to him as a commendation he from the Supreme Archangel himself, it also serves as a warning for him to not get too arrogant or comfortable with his accomplishment (i.e., life on Earth) or it might lead to his fall (or, in this case, Fall).

Foreshadowing much?

#Yuri is doing her thing #good omens #good omens meta #A. Z. Fell & Co. #Aziraphale #Aziraphale’s bookshop #those art history classes weren’t a waste of time after all

[fallingintoyourlilaceyes]

heyyy, if you take requests pleaseeee write a Aemond×reader fic, but reader is the daughter of Daemon and Rhaenyra, she is a young woman with Rhaenyras beauty and Daemons behaviour, she was an ally to Aemond when they were children unlike her half-brothers, but after the night he lost his eye they got seprate thanks to going and living with her family in the dragon stone ( i dunno if i am writing this right english ain't my first language) and after some years, they meet each again and the point is she haven't been sending any letters to him and stuff. i know it's long but i would appreciate you writing anything like this😭❤ and pleaseee if you do accept, make it dark Aemond.

I´m so sorry it took me so long to finish this bestie, but I hope you are still interested in it and will like what I wrote<3 Especially with it being spooky season I love writing/reading all the dark fics I can get my hands on!

I will not let you go again

pairing: Dark!Aemond Targaryen x Daemyra´s daugther!Reader

synopsis: “I love you, my sweet wife.” He murmurs into your ear afterwards.

There once was a time where these words would have made you happy beyond believe, but that was a long time ago. And he wasn´t the only person that had changed for the worse.

warnings: dark themes, mentions of non-consensual sexual acts, forced pregnancy, forced marriage, afab reader

word count: 0.9k

His one seeing eye burns through you during the entire dinner. The truth is you have felt his eyes on you from the second you had arrived at the Red Keep with your family. And while at first it was trying to find out who you were and where he knew you from, now at dinner, it glowed hot with either anger or something more carnal, you aren´t entirely sure. As if the tensions between your families hadn´t been high enough already. Every time of the little times your mother and father take you and your half-siblings back to the capital you are reminded once more as to why your mother had took you away to Dragonstone all those years ago. The sparks of dislike that flew between your half brothers and your uncle flew were enough to set all of King´s Landing on fire, but the hate between your mother and her former best friend had the potential to destroy all of Westeros. It comes as no wonder when the meal escalates in a borderline brawl. Jacaerys has always been bad at controlling his temper and your once beloved uncle Aemond gladly took advantage of that. You would like to say you were not surprised by who the once sensitive, bullied boy turned into, but it didn´t come as much of a shock. Before you had been taken away from your former home you had considered your uncle a friend. That was off the table now.  Yet even as you saw this change in him, saw the strength and cold in his singular seeing eye, you would have never trusted him to go this far.

You walk to your chambers after your mother had told you so, in a slow pace. Careful eyes and ears paying attention to the hallways around you. However Aemond still manages to surprise you. His large, rough hand clamps over your mouth to silence you, the other holding you against his body so you don´t even have a chance to struggle against him. Once he has you in his chambers and you are able to whip your head around you truly see him for the first time. Not only has he grown from the sensitive, bullied boy, not only did he have a cold, strong aura surround him, he seemed downright obsessive. In that moment you can see it in his eye… your doom. He walks towards you without saying a word. His movements similar to that of a lion. Then Aemond finally speaks.

“I believed us to be friends. I considered you the only person able to understand me…” He whispers.

“We were, uncle. I was, I do. We could be again.” You take a step back for every step he takes towards you.

“Yes? And how do you propose we are going to do that?” he growls. “You could not even send me a single letter.”

“I tried to. You have to believe me, dear uncle, but my mother wouldn´t let me…” A gasp escapes your lungs when you feel your back hits the cold brick wall.

“I do not believe you. There have been many chances, but it is all alright now. I will not let you go again, now that I have you. You will be mine. Forever.” Aemond´s breath is hot on your ear. As if it wants to burn you.

“I do not understand…” You shake your head at what he is saying.

“Do not worry, sweet niece. You will soon enough.” He cups your cheeks in his hands and kisses you passionately.

The rough kiss is just the beginning of a night that would haunt you in your sleep for the unforeseeable future. Aemond carries you to the bed and makes sure to breed you thoroughly. Making sure that his seed would take, while making sure you don´t get away from him. And he needs to, because you refuse to give up the fight. He knows that if you end up with child your mother would most likely try to make you wed the child´s father and as much as his mother hates yours, how high are the chances she refuses when he shows himself to be willing to. He knows that you know.

And what feels even worse is, that the seven or fate or whatever the one responsible is called, seem to be on his side.

Without any access to moon tea and a guarantee that no one would learn of what had occurred that cursed night, your pregnancy starts to show a few moons later. Your parents are beside themselves and immediately ship you back to the capital. Signaling the start of a long and rather tedious discussion between your families. At the end of which waits a sept and a marriage bond that is about as wanted as the whole pregnancy. Yet you are in no place to speak up. You don´t get the chance to. You should have made better choices if you did not want this, are your mothers only words on the matter towards you. All the while there is the smuggest of smiles securely on Aemond´s as well as Aegon´s faces. You wished you could wipe it off their faces with your fists.

But you don´t do that. You swallow every bad feeling, aside of a few tears during your vows, until you feel entirely empty and cold.

Once you are pronounced man and wife Aemond kisses you so gently, it´s almost impossible to feel his lips on yours and yet it still makes you feel sick.

“I love you, my sweet wife.” He murmurs into your ear afterwards.

There once was a time where these words would have made you happy beyond believe, but that was a long time ago. And he wasn´t the only person that had changed for the worse.

“I love you as well, my dragon.” You reply. The words devoid of any emotion.

#prince aemond #prince aemond targaryen #prince aemond targaryen x reader #aemond one eye #aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond x you #dark!aemond targaryen x reader #dark!aemond x reader #house of the dragon #hotd #hotd fic #hotd x reader #house of the dragon fic

[dark-night-hero]

Imagine being the guardian of Mashle: Magic and Muscle characters ft. Ames brothers, Crown Siblings, and Abyss Razor.

Ames Brothers ; Rayne Ames, Finn Ames.

But no more worries, rest your head and go to sleep

Imagine the first time you happened to met the brothers was when you happened to take a short cut on one of the alleys. It was deep at night, with a little bit of magic you were able to see as you cast a small fire for light and warmth. It was almost winter season and it was already getting colder and colder at night.

Imagine how much of a coincident it was when you happened to stumble upon them. Not to far when you happened to walked passed an orphanage, you saw two kids sitting and trembling in the cold night, their worn-out blanket that barely covered the two of them.

Imagine happening to walked passed them at first, you were running late on your way home after all. But during that split moment were you happened to notice them, you made an eye contact. Your (eye color) iris met a pair of light colored ones.

Imagine you never really care. Heck normally you would not even bat an eye. But those were children. Stopping on your tracks an alley away from the children you had an eye contact with. You close your eyes, wondering what to do. You were no rich nor you were poor. You were just one of the normal people in this world trying to live all by yourself. But those were children. In the middle of the night. How long do they have to wait until someone from the orphanage notice them and took them in? In the morning?

Imagine the way you frown, rubbig your temple as you continue to contemplate of what to do. Then you took a deep breath and open your eyes. As you stood there a few second in silence, you sigh before facing the direction of the alley you just happened to passed by.

"Hey, kiddos. Are you alright?" Upon sitting down on the same level as them only then did you realise how much of a stupid question was that as you get to look at the current state they are in. With the help of your flame that went a little bit bigger in order to provide warmth for the two. "Shit."

Imagine the state they're currently in. They look like they haven't had a bath for a very long time. Dirty and torn up clothes. There was even dirt all over their skin. By the looks of it, they look like they haven't been properly taken care of. Plus, to make matters worse, the what it seems to you was the younger brother that have pass-out seems to be currently experiencing a fever as he try to snuggle up into his brothers arm that was currently holding into him with all his might.

"Come with me." You don't even know how or why those words came out of your mouth. But the moment your (eye color) iris met with those fierce yet asking for help light colored ones. "Come with me." This time it was much softer and pleasing tone you never knew you have. "I won't hurt you, I promise." This time you smiled at him, the older one. And for a moment, you saw him reach out a hand towards you only for it to get dropped down as he lost his consciousness nevertheless his the last moment he left was something warm. It was warm.

Imagine that night, after tending the two brothers, wiping them off with towel and making sure the younger one doesn't have any fever. After feeding your bunnies only, you once again step out of the house and went back into the agency and goes on to collect information about the two kids you picked up. Honestly you think it was unnecessary, you don't plan on taking them anyways, just letting them stay for the night before personality dropping them off at the orphanage the once both were all well. Still, you have this gut feeling that makes you do such troublesome things in the middle of the night.

Imagine the wicked laugh that echoed in the night as you hold on into the information about the two kids. The two kids had lost their parents for about a year now and although some relatives took care of them, they would eventually give them up giving the two for adoption, and the two have been in a cycle of transferring from one orphanage into another, all in fucking one year. "Ahhh God fucking damn. What should I do, I'm so fucking pissed." Fine, you've made up your mind.

Imagine Rayne walking up with a gasp half a day later on a very comfortable bed. At first he was on alert as he recalled what happened the previous night prior in which a stanger came lending them a hand before he lost his consciousness. "Fin- Finn-!" "Your brother is still asleep on the other room." Startled by the sudden voice, you quickly look around the room only to find you leaning on the door way with a water in hand.

Imagine the way he immediately glare at you as if he was ready to attack at any moment and you think he might actually do it, given his two marks, it would not be possible nevertheless you could only let out a chuckle of amusement before approaching him and handing him the water. "Your brother is doing fine by the way,the fever had dropped down so here is nothing you should worry about." Still despite your words, as soon as he finished that glass of water, he immediately went out of the bed to look for his brother only to realize there was in fact tons of room in this house that he could not figure out which one it is. "Right across your room is your brother's."

"What do you want?" Upon making sure that his brother was safe and sound as well as free from fever. He turn to face you with once again it seems to you is a look of distrust, his guard was once again up. "What could I possibly want?" You raise a brow. "What do you. Want?" You asked in return. "I just happened to stumble upon two kids looking for shelter so I took the two of you in out of my conscience. If you're to ask me what I want? I want nothing our of the two of you." You answered truthfully, in the first place this kid looks like he was the try of person to prefer straightforward and serious answers which also shows how much they've been through.

"Let me ask you this kid... Young man. What do you want?" You asked, this time once again kneeling down into the same position as them. "Im not confident in raising kids but I'm confident I could provide you everything you need and what you want as you long as you stay in this house-" "Are we allowed to stay here?" The older brother suddenly asked in which you immediately replied. "Of course." "You're not going to kick us out?" "I won't." "What makes you think we could easily trust you?" "Well, didn't you already?" You smile at him.

"I'm Rayne Ames. This is my brother Finn Ames." "I'm (First name)(Lastname), but you can call me (First name)." "..." "..." "Why isn't my brother waking up?" "He'll wake up soon enough. Want to help me feed my bunnies the mean time?" ".... Okay."

Imagine maybe it was just a coincidence that you happened to passed by the right alley at the right timing all because you were running late at home knowing you haven't feed your bunnies that afternoon that you happened to pick up two kids you never know you would treasure more than your live, giving them the love they never thought they deserve as well as a home that was once taken away from them.

Imagine is there was one thing Rayne Ames would never regret is the fact that he took the hand that was held out into him. Despite all the odds, despite all the bad memories of trying to trust someone coming back into him that very moment. He was glad that he took that hand, he was glad that during that moment were he decided to open up their heart for a possible another betrayal when they thought they have once again find a home. He was glad that this time, they have actually find a home.

Crown Siblings ; Lance Crown, Anna Crown.

Now hush little baby, don't you cry. Everything's gonna be alright.

Imagine the first time you met the two was on a rather peaceful day in yor clinic. Nowadays sick people were rare unless it was something lethal and deadly. After all, it was a world dominated by magic. So when a child in his teens barge into your clinic in tears carrying a sickly looking girl of what it seems was his little sister, you were quickly alerted. Only to see that her condition was by far worse than you have expected.

"It seems to me that you are fully aware of what condition your sister is in right now. Right?" "Can't you heal her? I'll do anything. Just please.. please please please help by sister-" "I believe that the other healers have made it clear to you." "So you can't save her?" "Well..."

Imagine the way you look to your side, there was his sister although breathing heavily. She has by far in a better condition than she was when she have arrived. As you look at his sister, he then follow your gaze and look at his sister too before he looks back at you only to find you already look at him.

"Although just like any other healer, there is nothing I can do to get rid of actual cause of what's causing her magic to disintegrate. I have my ways to keep her life longer, keep her from dying from this damn magic eating sh- ehem. Anyways! What I'm saying is that I have what it takes to keep her from dying and prolonging her life for years and years to come." "Then-!" "But why should I do it?" "Wha-?" "You're nothing but a runaway kids from the Crown family. What more do you have to offer than you and your close to nothing but a usless nuisance of a little sister?"

Imagine the look of absolute rage, horror, embarrassment and absolute bloodlust oozing out of him. But then you laugh, brushing back your (hair color) locks. "Sorry sorry. Just kidding." You laughed so hard that he was damn confused, you almost walk up his sister too. "Hey kiddo. What were you thinking running away with your sister?" No matter how much you look at it. It was a fucking dumb idea. They were both young, sure this punk was a double mark mage. Nevertheless a kid is a kid.

Imagine hearing him mumbling something, the way he clenched his teeth and fist. "What was that?" "I said they wanted to get rid of her as soon as her magic disappeared and I will not let that happen! I won't let that happen!" There was a moment of silence after that. "That's usually the case was it?" You spoke although this time you sound so serious it send shiver down his spine.

Imagine the way you slowly approach his sleeping sister that causes him to be alerted but the moment you place a hand on her forehead, her breathing ease up as if he wasn't having a bard time earlier. "I'll treat your sister for free. In return, you siblings will stay here until she gets well." "You said it was untreatable." "It is, but how knows. Maybe I'll pull it off." You shrug. "If you use my sister for experiments, I'll kill you." "Wow scary."

Imagine as you take up the siblings in your care, the more productive days you have. Living up to Lance expectations, you did nothing but to take care of his sister as well as teching him a few tricks on how to handle his magic better. With the two of them, nothing was boring as you were slowly being pulled away from the darkness of the days were you were alone and grieving.

"I know not many healers focused on his type of magic eating potion let alone try to cure them. Why are you trying so hard?" "Do you want your sister to get better?" "Of course!" Replied the young teen as he watches you prepare a meal for the three of you. "Then I wish the same, kiddo." "I have a name!" "Yeah yeah."

Imagine one night as you finally put the two kids into sleep. You went back into your lab where unlike doing experiments like usual, you use your wand and chant some spell to open the window and from there you stood not to far away from it and watch the stars from afar.

"They remind me so much of you and me sister." You chuckle. "But don't worry, I won't let them end up like us. I'll make sure with them, everything will be alright." There was a small genuine smile on your face. "I'll introduce them to you in sometime, but for now. I'll make sure they get the proper care and treatment they need." As you close the window behind you, a harsh gentle breeze passed you, making you chuckle.

Imagine as soon as you went out of the lab, you were greeted by the pair of siblings dragging their blanket with them causing you to chuckle. "Anna went looking for you." Lance spoke as he stand right beside his younger sister who was still lookling sleepy. "Hmmm. Let's go back to sleep shall we?" You smilw at the two as you take Anna into your arms as much as to Lance dismay but said nothing as you grab his tinny hand back to their bedroom.

"Here, have this." It was the night before he went to the academy. Raising his brows at you, he accepted that locket necklace given upon him. "You won't be seeing your sister for quite some time. Keep it with you all the time." You spoke before messing with his head. "I won't be able to take you to the academy so make sure to be careful. Good luck, Lance. Make sure to come back." You chuckle as you walk out of the door.

Imagine upon opening the locket, what greeted him was a picture of his lovely cutie little sister and their guardian for the last few years, years longer than their parent have taken care of them. And although he was quite pissed seeing you in there, he could only curse and shake his head before keeping it safe in his inner pocket.

Abyss Razor.

I can see it in your eyes, deep inside you wanna cry.

Imagine the first ime you have seen him was during a familt gathering. You really have no interest in it, the fact that you will have to socialize and please your relatives just make you feel sick but since you got nothing else to do, you decided to come and also to see what your relatives have been gossiping amongst themselves these days.

Imagine the way your veins on your temple, neck and hands starts to appear out of anger and in control not to just beat up all the people in here. Because why? You don't understand how they could treat a child like this. Even animals doesn't get such treatment.

"You fuck- what in world do you think you are doing to a child?! Your child?!" "Child? Child?! That child is no child of mine! That-! That monster! That devil!" "You know what. Fuck you. I'm taking this kid."

Imagine ignoring the way they screamed at you, deflecting magic attacks that is going on your way as you free the child bounded by chains and full of bruise and wounds. "Let's go." You spoke as you offer a hand only to pick him up once he was abot to grab it. And strange enough for him, you were holding him like he was a precious being.

Imagine letting him open up was hard. After all he was someone thought that his existence is something that should have never existed. To add up all the physical trauma on him. Your anger issues could never, maybe that was the reason why he was quite afraid of you. Or so you thought.

"What's your name?" "..." "My name is (First name)(Lastname)." "..." "Hey, it's alright. No one's going to hurt you here." You smile sweetly at him, trying your best to become approachable as you can. "Are..." As he finally utter his first word in a week after being in your care, your eyes widen as you tried to remain calm as he finishes his sentence. "Are you... not afraid of me?"

Imagine it was a question you have never thought would come out of his mouth. Quite dumbfounded, you replied with a "No? Why would I? Should I be afraid of you?" But then again, there was no reply, just staring a you with wide eyes in which you just smile in return. After all, there was nothing to be afraid of him.

"But mother... father always treat me like I'm some sort of monster... a devil." "But you're nothing like that." You spoke at him before grabing him gently by the shoulder, causing him to flich but soon relax on your touch as you kneel down at his level. "There is nothing wrong with you. That mother and father of yours was no mother and father of yours. They don't deserve you because they don't accept you for who you are."

Imagine the way he looks at you, and seeing that. You chuckle before flicking his forehead in a gentle matter. It doesn't hurt, he thought as he watch your chuckle turn into laugh. "It's okay to cry, you don't need to hold back." And as soon as you said that, for some reasons. Tears starts to fall as he throw himself at you in which you smile bitterly and pat him back.

"It.. it hurts when they hit me." He sobbed. "I was so scared... I was all alone..." He was nothing but a child, and it wasn't a sin to be born with such eye. "I know... I know... hush my child." You pat him gently in the back. "Everything gonna be alright. I'm here for you now, my dearest Abyss."

[ⓒdark-night-hero] 2023°

: what the, the why the imagines kept gettig shorter and shorter lmao. Still, watching the anime and reading the manga of this one just makes me wanna punch the parents of these characters because everything is their fault and the system environment they live in.

#dark night hero #mashle #mashle imagine #platonic relationships #platonic #mashle fanfic #rayne ames #rayne ames imagine #rayne imagine #finn ames #abyss razor #abyss razor imagine #abyss imagine #lance crown #lance imagine #lance crown imagine #anna crown

[munsons-maiden]

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝𝐬 𝐀𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 - 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐰𝐨

 ↢ 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

This series will be updated every few days. If you’d like to be added to my Eddie taglist, let me know. I hope you enjoy it! - Love, Kiki ♡

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 |  Eddie Munson x female reader

𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 | THEN. You’re the only survivor among the Mind Flayer’s victims, thanks to your friends - but after the Battle of Starcourt, you find yourself adrift in a sea of nightmares. Until an encounter in the woods with Eddie The Freak Munson offers an unexpected life line and turns your world upside down. NOW. Four months have passed since the winter night you walked out of Eddie’s trailer and his life for good. But when the mysterious headaches and nightmares return full-force and something wicked stirs in sleepy Hawkins, starting a witch hunt against Eddie, you realize that there are two things in this world that might be more persistent than you’d thought: Evil…and love. The story will be told in two timelines: the past (after the Battle of Starcourt) and the present (during the events of season 4).

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭 | angst with a happy ending, fluff, smut

𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | SMUT (in the later chapters, so you need to be 18+ to read this story!), angst with a happy ending, canon-typical violence  

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 | 5.5 k

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | mentions of attempted assault, Jason Carver, canon-typical violence

𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭.

𝐀𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝! ♡

↢ 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

[Monday, September 9th, 1985. THEN.]

“You look like shit,” Max stated as she climbed into the backseat of your car Monday morning, having already waited at the side of the road that led to the Forest Hills trailer park the Mayfields had moved to a month ago after Neil Hargrove had left in the wake of his son’s death.

“Why, good morning to you, too,” you quipped as you started the engine to get back on the road as Robin chimed up from the passenger seat, “That’s what I said, as well. How much sleep did you get?”

“Five hours,” you replied.

“That’s not bad.”

“Over the whole weekend,” you added. A glimpse at Max through the rear-view mirror told you the redhead probably hadn’t slept at all. The skin around her eyes was pale enough to see the blue pattern of veins underneath.

No matter how bad you’d been faring since Starcourt, since your friends had managed to burn the Mind Flayer out of your brains, Max had it worse. Your heart went out to her as she adjusted the headphones over her ears to drown out whatever thoughts and memories would haunt her as soon as she was alone with her mind.

It had been two months since Starcourt, and one month since the start of this odd carpool with talkative Robin and the new gloomy, silent version of Max. On the first day of the new school year, Robin and you had decided to pick the redhead up to spare her the bus ride and the additional moments of scrutiny and whispers that inadvertently followed her, now that she was the girl with the brother who’d died in the “mall fire”. Picking her up in the mornings had become an unspoken agreement, just as it had become with Robin.

It was weird how it had taken possession on your side and a fight against a monster made of molten people to befriend Robin Buckley, the girl who’d lived in the same street as you ever since you could remember. She was growing on you. And she was growing on Nancy, as well. Shared trauma, as it turned out, didn’t just make a great foundation for relationships, but friendships as well.

As you barrelled down the street with a roar of the old car’s engine, your gaze briefly flitted towards the trailer opposite the Mayfield’s, and your thoughts returned to the encounter in the woods Friday night.

To Eddie Munson, who wasn’t callous or scary or threatening at all, but…kind.

As if on cue, Robin turned to you and asked, “By the way – where were you at the celebration after the game Friday night? Steve and I were looking for you but you were just gone.”

If you told Robin about what Jason had tried to do, she’d be worried. She’d talk you into telling the police. And you really didn’t want to answer any more questions.

The days and days of being cooped up in that stuffy police office that smelled of cheap coffee and stale sweat while Dr. Owens and his men had poked and prodded you with syringes and questions about these thirty hours with the Mind Flayer in your head while all you’d wanted to do was go home and cry...you couldn’t do any more of this.

Despite, what would the cops do about Jason? Arrest him? Hopper would have been on your side. He would have found a way to make Jason face consequences. But Hopper was gone. And there never were consequences for guys like Jason Carver. You were simply glad Eddie that had intervened. Saved you, as cheesy as it sounded.

“I was tired, so I went home,” you said. It wasn’t exactly a lie. Just a little omission of the whole truth. “Wait – Steve was actually there? I thought he was joking when he said he’d come.”

“He even brought a date,” Robin replied, drawing out the word date with a roll of her eyes.

“Heidi or Lisa?”

“Does it matter?”, Robin chuckled. “I lost track weeks ago.”

“I bet so did Steve.”

Robin laughed, before she said, “You should start working at the video store as well. Simply to witness Steve’s hunt for a girlfriend.” It was weird how, two years ago, you’d hated Steve Harrington with a passion for the simple fact that you’d thought he was taking Nancy away from you. And now, he was one of your dearest friends. To be fair, he had been a douche in the beginning.

“The Arcade is looking for new employees,” Robin said.

“I feel like a need a bit more time before applying for another job, after –“ You cut yourself off with a glance in the rear-view mirror, at Max, but the redhead had already zoned out, staring out the window at the blur of houses passing by and headphones in place with the music cranked up to the point where you could hear the soft voice of Kate Bush float through the car.

“- after being kidnapped and turned into the barbie doll of a shadow monster,” Robin finished. “To your credit, though, the red lifeguard-bathing suit looked rad.”

“You know, I’m glad Steve adopted you,” you snickered. And you meant it.

When you’d parked the car and parted ways with Robin and Max, there was this strange, tense feeling in your chest as you made your way through the hallways, like the air right before a thunderstorm.

You waited for something to happen, praying to avoid bumping into Jason in the hallway while you scanned the crowd for a flash of dark curls and darker eyes in a weird hope to catch a glance at Eddie Munson, but neither happened.

By the end of the second period, you had the weird feeling that people were…staring at you.

And by the time the bell rang and you made your way to the cafeteria to meet Robin and Nancy for lunch break, the number of glances following your every step refuted any hopes that it was just the good old monster-hunting paranoia making you see things.

Something was going on. And the dark feeling rising in your chest told you it had something to do with Jason Carver and what had happened in the woods on Friday night.

When you entered the already crowded cafeteria, your gaze was pulled to the table at the back by the windows, the one usually occupied by the Hellfire Club with Eddie lounging at the table’s head like King Arthur holding court over his Round Table, but a hand wrapped around your wrist to pull you to the side before you could see if the Hellfire Club had already assembled.

“Nance? What –“

“I’ve been looking for you.” Nancy’s hazel eyes were filled with alarm. You didn’t have time to inquire why your friend seemed so on edge before a second voice chimed up from behind you, “Oh, thank God, there you are. Holy shit,” and Robin elbowed her way towards the spot where you and Nancy were standing in the corner beside the cafeteria’s entrance.

Your eyes left Nancy’s worried face to take in the tension in Robin’s stance as she blurted, “Okay, I was terrified. I’m – look, I’m not saying this is cool and everything’s fine because clearly it isn’t but people are…people are like sheep. They’ll move on to the next bit of gossip as soon as they’re bored of –“

“What the Hell are you talking about?”, you interrupted, your gaze flitting between Nancy’s wide eyes and Robin, who’d started biting her lips and picking at the fraying edges of her black nail polish while she tried to catch her breath as if she’d run all the way here. “You…haven’t heard yet?”

“Haven’t heard what?” A numbing feeling of dread spread through your limbs as you met Robin’s alarmed gaze.

Oh god. No. Please, no –

“What happened Friday after the game?”, Nancy pressed when a group of sophomores were passing the three of you, their grins leering as they openly stared at you, and you slowly turned around to the already crowded space of the cafeteria.

Voice hollow, you asked, “Why – why are people staring at us?”

The brief, meaningful glance between Nancy and Robin, who’d started fiddling with the sleeve of her shirt again, didn’t escape your notice, and the panic spread throughout your chest as Nancy said, “Jason Carver has a black eye. And he’s telling people that Eddie Munson gave it to him.”

“Wait – what?!”

“He says that Friday, after the game...”

“He caught you with Eddie The Freak. In the woods,” Robin finished the sentence, visibly distressed to be the bearer of the news. “Um. Screwing.” She winced at the word.

There was a beat of crestfallen silence, before she added, “And that Eddie got aggressive and punched him when he saw Jason. Which neither of us believes, by the way. Jason is a prick. But something did happen, apparently, so…”

You were too shell-shocked to speak, to break the silence as Robin and Nancy waited for you to reply, to explain what had actually happened – but the headache, which had been buzzing behind your temples like a hive of angry wasps the whole morning, was flaring as your stomach seemed to plummet to the ground.

Slowly, you let your gaze wander over the crowded cafeteria.

Snippets of conversations rose in the air like paper planes.

“…seems like she’s not so sweet and innocent anymore. Did you hear what Jason said she let that freak do?”

“Gross.”

“Such a slut, oh my god.”

“Maybe the freak’s got some hidden talents underneath these ugly clothes.”

It seemed the rumor Jason had started was spreading like a Californian wildfire already, the school’s hunger for gossip like dried grass ready to feed the flames – and burn Eddie Munson and you to cinders in the process.

You suddenly felt sick.

It wasn’t just the lie about you hooking up with Eddie Munson – it was the fact how effortlessly Jason had unraveled the truth to spin it into a story fitting his own narrative, covering up the fact what he’d tried to do, and stealing control from you once again. And the way how people were talking about Eddie, who’d shown you nothing but kindness when he could have easily looked away.

Over the noise and the laughter, the glances that stuck to you like mud, your eyes locked on Jason Carver, who was sitting with his basketball squad, laughing and joking as if nothing had happened, as if he didn’t exactly know why there was a fresh black bruise ringing his eye.

As if he’d felt your stare, he turned to face you – and for the briefest of moments, you saw the malice in his icy blue eyes as he kept laughing, like a monster’s scaled back flashing beneath the surface of a calm lake – before he turned his back on you again. A quiet dismissal.

A reminder of how powerless you were against him.

You’d known that someone as entitled as Jason, someone who was used to getting whatever he wanted whenever he wanted it, wouldn’t just back down. That the humiliation of being punched by a girl and threatened by a freak like Eddie, would sting like a thorn in the paw of an angry beast.

But over the weekend, you’d clung to the hope that Jason had actually backed down for once. That the chance of the truth coming to light would be enough to shut him up. You’d obviously underestimated his creativity.

Nancy’s hand tentatively settled on your shoulder as she murmured your name. “Are you okay?”

“What kind of question is that?”, Robin muttered at Nancy, “Of course she’s not. She’s getting embroiled in a sex scandal as we speak without even having had sex. Wait –“ Robin turned to you, “You didn’t hook up with Eddie Munson, did you?”

“Robin!”, Nancy hissed, and Robin raised her hands in defeat. “I’m just saying. I’m not judging. If it weren’t for Eddie Munson, I’d probably be the school weirdo. Thanks to him, at least I’m just a weirdo, not the weirdo.”

You watched a group of sophomores pass by.

“He said the freak threatened to sacrifice Jason to Satan. He only wanted to be sure she was okay and gets beaten up by that creep”, one of them gasped, and her friend threw a dirty look in your direction as she said, “Well, poor Jason. He’ll have to scrub his eyes out with bleach.”

“Jason is lying,” you breathed. Your voice sounded tiny and far away, even in your own ears as you turned to scan the crowd, once more searching for a flash of dark curls, the familiar sight of ripped denim and black leather at the back of the room.

“Yeah,” Robin deadpanned, “We guessed that, we’re not dumb.”

Your heart skipped a panicked beat as your eyes finally found Eddie, who was already occupying his usual place at the head of the Hellfire Club’s table, fidgeting with the rings on his hands while he kept talking to one of his friends, his expression stern. And with the way Dustin and Mike were staring back at you, there was no way Eddie hadn’t heard the gossip by now, the vile things people were saying about him. About both of you.

As Eddie lifted his gaze and your eyes met across the room, heat rose to your cheeks.

If for the lies Jason was spreading about you and Eddie, dragging him into this whole mess with you, or the thought of actually doing these things with him, you couldn’t tell.

There was no wide smile on Eddie’s lips as he held your gaze now. Only a strange cautiousness, as if he were afraid people could notice the quick exchange of looks. Or probably he thought you were afraid they could notice that you’d actually talked to the freak you’d allegedly been screwing around with, lending new weight to Jason’s lies.

With a wave of shame barreling through you, you quickly averted your gaze.

You wanted to get out of here. Out of the sticky air that smelled of stale pizza cheese and canned vegetables, away from the vile glances and the even viler words thrown your way with the clear intention for you to pick up on them simply because gossip was all the more enjoyable if it was aimed at a cheerleader. It didn’t matter that you’d never really engaged with the popular crowd, that you’d stayed beneath the radar all this time. The pompoms made you one of them.

And if you fled the cafeteria now, you’d only paint an even bigger bull’s eye on your back by showing that the gossip actually affected you.

“Everyone else seems to believe Jason,” Nancy said. “Tell us what happened. Please.”

“I wasn’t feeling well, after the game,” you said quietly, having trouble to keep your breathing in check. “I wanted to catch some fresh air. That’s why I went to the woods alone. I didn’t want to make a great deal of it.”

The glance Nancy and Robin swapped didn’t escape your notice. They knew about your panic attacks; about the nosebleeds and headaches and nightmares the Mind Flayer had left behind when it had been forced out of your mind by the two girls currently watching you with concern written all over their faces.

You took a deep breath to steady yourself, to ignore the snippets of gossip floating all around you like the spores in the Upside Down as you instead tried to focus on Nancy’s hazel eyes and the worry within, on the freckles splattered across Robin’s nose and the silent rage at Jason flashing in her eyes. “Jason followed me. I told him to stay away, and I punched him, but…if Eddie Munson hadn’t shown up, I don’t know what Jason would have done.”

There was no need to tell them about the way Jason had forced you to kiss him, the stale taste of beer on his breath and the sickening tang of his blood on your tongue when you’d bitten him.

“Eddie told him to stay away. And then he walked me back to the parking lot. That’s what happened.” And I puked over his shoes, you mentally added. And I liked talking to him. I liked it very much.

While at this point, Robin looked like she was ready to engage in a fist fight with Jason herself, Nancy’s eyes screamed murder as her gaze travelled over your shoulder to glare at him.

“I’m an editor of the school paper,” she began, “If I talk to Fred, we could write something to, I don’t know –“

“Divert the gossip?”, you huffed. “There’s nothing we can do, Nance, and you know it. I’m a slut now.”

“We could run him over,” Robin noted darkly. You could tell it was only half a joke. It was endearing to see how she was trying to cheer you up.

“You don’t have a license.”

“I don’t need a license to run someone over. That’s, like, the best excuse I could have. Or we could send Steve to beat him up, just a little bit.”

“Steve never won a fight,” you noted, before adding darkly, “Despite, I punched Jason already, and see what good it did. God, I think I’m going to throw up.” You pressed a hand in front of your mouth.

Nancy said softly, “Remember when Steve and I broke up and I got together with Jonathan?”

“The whole school remembers,” Robin quipped. “It was King Steve and Princess Nancy. It wasn’t exactly a topic one could avoid.”

“My point is,” Nancy went on, ignoring Robin’s little interjection, who’d started to go into full panic mode at this point, “People were saying all kinds of horrible things. About Jonathan, about me, even about Steve –“

“His reputation never fully recovered,” Robin added helpfully. You groaned.

“And yet,” Nancy threw Robin a murderous sideways glance, “They all got bored eventually.”

“See!,” Robin exclaimed, her hands settling on your shoulders as she leaned closer, “Things will look totally different in a few days. Give it a little time. Nancy’s right, people will move on and there are only six months left until graduation, anyways. So, only six months to go. Oh! And you’ve already hit rock bottom! Which means it definitely can’t get worse! I mean, you don’t have anything to do with Eddie The Freak so people will get bored when they never see you together and just…move on to the next scandal.”

“Don’t call him that, Robin,” you said softly, and were met with a confused frown. “Freak, I mean. Don’t call him freak.” You were aware how hypocritical it sounded, considering the fact that until Friday, you’d always thought of him as Eddie The Freak as well. Robin, thankfully, refrained from pointing that out.

You glanced over your shoulder, back in the direction of the Hellfire Club’s table to meet Eddie’s gaze once again.

You wanted to tell him that you were sorry about the horrible things people were saying about him. That you didn’t think of him as a freak anymore. That a part of you had replayed that moment in the woods over and over in your mind over the weekend – not the part with Jason, but everything afterwards. How Eddie had calmed you without you even realizing it. How he’d made you smile and set you at ease and made you feel…safe.

The lump in your throat grew as Eddie’s eyes rested on yours for a heartbeat – before, with a swift motion that startled Dustin in the seat beside him to nearly spill his soda, Eddie shot up from his chair and climbed the table.

It wasn’t exactly new. Eddie Munson had made quite a habit of climbing onto tables time and again during lunchbreak, but nevertheless, it drew people’s gazes away from you and onto him as he straightened himself and took a step forward while Dustin’s hand shot out to pull his lunch tray out of Eddie’s path just in time, the reflex fast enough to make you wonder how many times, exactly, the boy had already failed to save his lunch from Eddie’s theatrics. Under different circumstances, the whole scene would’ve been hilarious.

“What is he doing?!”, Nancy whispered.

“I’d like to reiterate,” Robin muttered, “It can get worse. You might need to move states.”

Your eyes met Eddie’s in silent dread before you caught sight of Mike, who was sitting frozen beside Dustin, watching the Hellfire Club’s leader with a mix of awe and that Wheeler-typical shit’s-about-to-get-real gape currently written all over Nancy’s own face.

And judging by the fire in Eddie’s gaze as it came to rest on Jason, who was still lounging on his own table with his friends surrounding him like a Mafia boss’ henchmen…shit was indeed about to get real.

“Hey, Jason,” Eddie called out, a dangerous edge in his voice as it rose over the noise in the cafeteria that ebbed as all eyes locked on Eddie and Jason. “Why don’t you tell people the truth about how you got that black eye? Scared it’ll make you look even more stupid?”

“What do you want, freak?”, Jason spat while rising from his seat, hands curled into fists at his sides as if he was ready to strike – but beyond the aloof façade of disdain as he glowered at Eddie, you could see him falter. Growing…nervous.

You couldn’t tell if it was the prospect of Eddie actually spilling the truth of what had happened – but you doubted that. Jason knew as well as you did that nobody would believe Eddie if it were his word against Jason’s. No, it dawned on you – Jason was…not scared of Eddie, but definitely unsettled, in the way people felt unsettled whenever something didn’t quite fit into one of the neat little boxes they tried to sort the world into.

And Eddie seemed to be well aware of this fact.

He let his gaze roam over the assembled crowd in the cafeteria, before he drawled, “Do none of you wonder why Jason Carver, our golden boy,” – he spoke the words in a mocking sing-song voice as he nodded towards Jason – “Left his own victory celebration to follow a girl out into the woods alone? If you were so worried about her well-being – why not just tell one of the school paramedics, Jason? Since, you know. They’re present at every game. And prepared for medical emergencies. But,” Eddie crossed his arms in front of his chest with an exaggerated sway to the side, “You obviously didn’t. Why?”

“Well, she was obviously busy with you,” Jason spat, earning a few howls of raucous laughter from his basketball teammates. With a sliver of relief, you noticed that Lucas wasn’t among them.

You waited for Eddie to spill what had actually happened, but…it would only make things worse, you realized.

People like Jason were free to twist the truth as they saw fit. And nobody would believe Eddie or you even if you told them how Jason had harassed you, no matter if you were a cheerleader. People saw what they wanted to see. And accusing Jason, Hawkins’ basketball star, of any ill intent would make things worse for both Eddie and you, because it wouldn’t just be gossip anymore. It would be a challenge.

There was only one way for Eddie Munson to save face, you realized. All he had to do was play along with Jason’s lie, boast a little about banging a cheerleader, add a few made-up details for good measure, and all the derision and scorn would be diverted solely towards you.

Because in the end, Eddie Munson might be the freak – but he was still the guy. No matter how much he obviously hated Eddie, Jason’s anger wasn’t directed at Eddie for interrupting – it was directed at you for saying no and punching him. To harm you, Jason had even accepted the risk of Eddie The Freak gaining some fame of his own. And that was exactly what Jason was anticipating right now.

Eddie let out a little chuckle. “Liars burn in Hell, Jason, didn’t your mummy tell you that?”, he teased with a sardonic little grimace, before stretching his arms and adding with a laugh, “Do you all really believe a freak stood any chance with a cheerleader? Yeah. Me neither.” With his hands placed over his heart and eyes on Jason, Eddie drawled sweetly, “Though I can’t help but feel flattered that King Jason Carver thinks I’m pretty enough to impress a cheerleader.”

And with a wide, devilish grin, Eddie blew Jason a kiss.

“Okay, I’m gay as Hell but I’m that close to throwing my panties like some chick at a concert just for good measure,” Robin whispered, hands pressed in front of her mouth an attempt to stifle the laugh which threatened to spill from her.

Hesitant laughter was rising from some of the onlookers as Eddie walked across the tabletop and back to his seat. Laughter about Jason, you realized.

“Show’s over, by the way,” Eddie called out with a smirk, sinking into a little bow that would have caused second-hand embarrassment had it been anybody else, but somehow made Eddie Munson look like an aloof rock star with his metal looks and wild hair, “In case dear Jason isn’t invested enough to start a talk show about my sex life, you can all go back to your own boring lives now.” It didn’t even sound rude, the way he delivered the words.

More laughter rang through the air, and you watched in utter fascination how, with all the calmness in the world and as if he hadn’t just delivered the burn of the century, Eddie plopped back into his chair, stealing a fry from the lunch tray Dustin had saved.

The look on Jason’s face as he sunk back into his chair, hands curled so tightly into fists that even from the distance you could see his knuckles turning white, could have frozen over Hell.

But if he did anything now, he’d be the one to look stupid.

Yes, someone like Eddie couldn’t do much about a guy like Jason spreading lies, because nobody ever believed the freak. The outcast. The weirdo.

But Eddie Munson had wielded the fact that he was a freak like a sword and single-handedly turned Jason’s gossip into a joke that took the edge off the rumor’s vileness and, at least for now, put you out of the line of fire when he could have simply gone along with Jason’s lies for his own benefit.

 [Friday, March 22nd, 1986. NOW.]

It felt surreal. Like a dream. A nightmare.

Turning to Max, who looked like she’d just fallen out of bed in her oversized pyjamas and the mess of red hair she’d tied into a quick ponytail, her expression dark as she watched the carrier with the body bag, with Chrissy, being rolled down the gravel path towards the waiting ambulance, as if an ambulance would be of any help, you repeated, a bit more vehemently, “Where’s Eddie?”

“Wait,”, Robin gasped, “Do you think that’s Eddie Munson in that body bag? Holy shit.”

“No, it’s not Eddie,” Max said, just as you whispered, “It’s Chrissy Cunningham.”

“What?!”

“I caught a glimpse of her,” you breathed, massaging your temples where a new headache was already pounding against your skull, “Her scrunchie. It’s Chrissy.”

“I saw them, yesterday. Some time around seven, eight pm,” Max said. “She went into the trailer with him, and moments later, he was darting out of that door as if a whole horde of monsters were chasing him. Alone.”

“Do you think he killed her?”, Robin gaped, turning to you. “I mean, I’m aware he’s Eddie The Freak and people are, like, super wary of him. But remember that day Jason was telling lies about you and Eddie called him out for his bullshit? And Henderson worships the ground he’s walking on, to the point where Steve is getting actually jealous, which I find absolutely hilarious to be honest –“

“He didn’t kill Chrissy.”

“Well, then who did?”, Max challenged. “He was the last one who saw her alive.”

“Maybe they just…you know,” Robin said, biting her lip with a glance at the cops milling about the Munson’s trailer, “Maybe they just hooked up.”

The thought of Eddie and Chrissy together made your insides twist, a sudden burst of pain as if someone had pierced a rusty blade right through your belly. You had no right be jealous, after everything that had happened back in November. “They didn’t,” you stated, with more vehemence than you felt, “I know Chrissy. She would never cheat on Jason. And Eddie didn’t kill her.”

Maybe Chrissy only wanted to buy drugs.

Max raised her eyebrows. “He was the last one to see her alive. She went inside with him, and he ran out alone. I mean, it could have been an accident and he got scared.”

The image of that green scrunchie, the pale hand reaching awkwardly in the air with all five fingers snapped like twigs until they stood at the oddest angles…it would haunt you for the rest of your days. You were glad the shadow of the doorway hadn’t revealed more of poor Chrissy’s mutilated body.

“Whatever happened to her was no accident,” you replied hollowly.

“Then what makes you so sure then that Eddie didn’t kill her? It’s damn sketchy –“

“Because I know, okay?!”, you snapped at Max as all the pent-up panic and confusion and heartbreak crested to a wave in your chest. “I know he’s not a killer! He would never hurt a fly –“

“That’s what people said about Ted Bundy, too,” Max quipped.

You wanted to scream. You wanted to grab Max’s shoulders and shake her and scream at her that she had no idea, that she needed to shut up about Eddie murdering anyone when he was the kindest, purest soul you’d ever met – when your gaze fixed on a lone figure sitting at the side of the Munson’s veranda, smoke rising from the untouched cigarette he was holding as he stared at the dried patches of grass at his feet, and another horrible thought pierced through the panic in your mind.

“They think Eddie did it,” you breathed. Because if Wayne Munson was still here, and not in handcuffs, the poor guy probably having found Chrissy when he’d returned from his usual night shift at the plant…there was only one prime suspect left. “They think it was Eddie.”

You turned to face Robin and Max, who were watching you with expressions of varying confusion and worry.

For a heartbeat, you wanted to tell them about Eddie.

About the way he’d smiled at you with these infectious smiles that seemed to light up the whole room, made his dark eyes spark and confetti burst in your chest.

How in the weeks after that encounter in the woods, Eddie Munson had been the life line which had saved you from drowning when nobody else had been able to.

How you’d walked out of that trailer’s pale blue front door with the pattern of chipped paint you’d come to know by heart, as familiar as the pages of a favourite book. Walked out of his life, with tears streaming down your face and your heart shattering into a million pieces which, even now, four months later, refused to be put back together.

But if you told them, they’d want to hear the whole story, not only the beginning and the middle but the ending as well. And you couldn’t tell them. You couldn’t.

So instead, you kept quiet, letting Eddie Munson stay another secret you kept as shame burned hot in your belly.

There were far more pressing matters than discussing the past.

I’m not a saviour, in case you didn’t notice, his words from that first encounter in the woods behind the sport’s field echoed through your head. But in the end, Eddie had been exactly that for you.

And now, it seemed, he desperately needed a saviour of his own.

“I know Eddie Munson didn’t murder Chrissy,” you said, voice firm, as your gaze drifted between Robin and Max, “And right now, I need you to trust me on that, okay?”

“Wait!”, Max interrupted, biting her lip, “There was something else. The lights were flickering. In our trailer, I mean.”

“When was that?”

“After I saw Chrissy following Eddie into his trailer. That’s why I was looking out the window when he was running away. I wanted to know if the street lights were weird as well. I mean, we’re all a little paranoid by now,” she added with a bitter laugh.

“Okay so, if Eddie didn’t do it…,” Robin said slowly, “Then who did? Do you think it was something…from the other side? Like the Mind Flayer?”

You raised your head in grim determination. “I don’t know. But we need to go. Now. We need to find Eddie before the cops do.”

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[leclsrc]

Heyyy, congrats on 2000! ❤️❤️

I have a request for Carlos + [ FIVE CALLS ].

what i feel for you – cs55

genre: fluff, 2k celebration, title from this

send for five times the receiver nearly calls the sender and the one time they do.

You’d told him the night prior about your date, gave him the usual crash course that came with these flings. He made a joke about how you should take advantage of the handsome men in Madrid, even if his heart felt like a giant foot had just smashed it. Because, Carlos reminds himself as he awaits your text again, he’s supposed to be a good friend.

It’s a weird label, friends. It’s a label for a relationship that’s something else entirely. Yeah, he’s your closest friend, but he’s here hoping you don’t pursue a second date. Yeah, you two are best friends, but you sleep in the same bed on cold nights during the season even if there are two in the hotel room.

His phone dings. Went like shit,you text. I’m in a pissy mood :(

Lando would tell him to take the chance while he can, like this is God or whoever giving him a sign to finally try and do it. And Carlos would say no, Lando, we’re just friends even if the younger guy would 100% be right. He swipes on your contact, hovers his thumb over the telephone icon, tries to picture how all this would go. 

You’d sigh, pick up in the middle of the third ring, be all I’m okay, Carlos in an effort to save yourself the sympathy, but he isn’t here for sympathy—he’s here to tell you he likes you. In the stronger way, in that way. What? I like you, he’ll insist. Come to mine and I’ll let you know how much.

Think I’ll go for drinks somewhere first Carlito, don’t wait up. He swipes off your contact, texts back OK, and waits for you all night.

—

When you’re a hotshot in Formula 1, you’re bound to be pushed into the face of a myriad of journalists. 

There’s clicking, flash, rehearsed questions Carlos still answers. They all ask the same shit, you’d think they all belonged to one magazine. But he braves through it anyway, tries to let the answers vary so he doesn’t sound as robotic as they do. But there are a few questions that have stuck to him.

“I imagine racing is the love of your life,” chirped the journalist, who he could barely see behind the shadow of the huge TV camera beside her. “Would you agree?” He’d hummed, gauging the possible answers: there was the easy yes, which would’ve made a good impression on racing fans seeing him in Toro Rosso for the first time; there was the no, which might’ve been a bit too dicey.

“It’s very important to me, but it’s not the love of my life.” Carlos decided finally, laughing.

“Playing coy, I see!” She exclaimed.

But the truth was, Carlos wasn’t “playing coy.” He really didn’t name racing the love of his life—because there’s only one thing that enters his mind when he thinks of the phrase, and he wished to save the phrase for that and that only. Racing is fast, it’s passionate and rapid fire, but that—it’s so different.

He almost tells you about it a few years later, when he’s exhausted from Ferrari media day and the memory replays in his head. You’re in Asia for work right now, so he hopes the call he’s about to place will go through anyway.

He’s smiling, walking to his car, and line is just about to ring when he realizes—how can he tell you the story, if it means admitting you were the answer?

—

Everyone has high tolerance until it comes to tequila. At least Carlos thinks so—the state he’s in is definitely not sober and Lando, across him, is in even worse shape. They’ve drained a whole bottle at this point, laughing back and forth and dancing to the music at the bar.

“I’m only serving tequila at my future wedding,” belches Lando, wearing a pair of sunglasses neither of them owns.

“Amen.” Carlos squints at the thought of marriage, pulls out his phone and finds your name under the Favorites section of his contacts. The cheeky little shit Lando catches on immediately, whistling a high teasing tune to get under Carlos’ skin.

“I say ‘wedding’ once and already you’re off calling her,” he quips. “I better be best man.”

“We’re just friends,” he slurs, smelling Cuervo on his breath. “You know.”

The line rings once, twice—Carlos opens his mouth and says “Hello? Did you know I…”

He passes out before he gets to the rest of it.

—

The drivers make a night’s trip around the city, and they stop at the Trevi Fountain.

“Throw a coin in and you return to Rome,” Charles says factually, like he’s their tour guide or something.

“Does it allow normal wishes?” Carlos, already amused, presses the phone icon near your name to tell you what he’s up to. The spotty signal slows the call. 

“Depends. What are you wishing for?”

“Her.” Lando points at your name on Carlos’ phone.

He hangs up. “A world champion title, actually,” he lies.

—

“Hey Carlito, I’m on my way to the room.”

“With pizza?” Lando hollers into the speakerphone. Carlos laughs and rolls his eyes.

“Yes, obviously,” you say, but your voice is laggy through the phone. You’ve visited them in Italy for the weekend, taking a break from work to meet your best friend again after weeks of being apart. And of course Lando and Carlos sort of came as a package deal these days, so you dealt with him, too.

Carlos takes you off speaker after you say your byes and see-you-soons, pocketing his phone. The Brit doesn’t miss a beat in teasing him. “Dude! Even your voice sounds so down bad, mate.”

“It does not.” Carlos doesn’t even know what down bad means. 

“Low it! You’ve loved this girl for how the fuck long and you’re never going to tell her, will you?”

“How do you tell a friend you love them?” Carlos sighs. “It’s—dios mio, it’s difficult. I’m in love with her but it’s a risk to think she feels the same. And”—Lando opens his mouth to protest—“yeah, yeah I know that’s love, I know that’s the whole point, but I couldn’t live with myself if I lost a friend because of these estupido feelings.”

Two raps sound on the door, and he gets up to let you in. “Okay? So shut up.”

Lando watches his friend swing the door open, and sees you on the other side holding up your phone.

AA Carlito, it says, signifying the call was never hung up. You smile. “The feelings aren’t that estupido.”

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[shadowed-dancer]

I watched the Netflix atla and I have thoughts

I will break them down into positives, negatives, and assorted, but if you want the short version: it's better than the M Night Shyamalan film.

Positives

I like that Zuko's crew is the 41st division. It's a cute detail, and honestly I had always wondered how they chose soldiers to accompany an exiled prince

I actually liked Suki's characterization. Like yeah, I believe that girl has never had contact with outsiders. And I think her chemistry with Sokka is great! I can't wait for her to come back and see more of the world (her "thank you for bringing the world to me" line is cute when you consider he brought her an air, water, and fire bender... less cute that her village almost got destroyed but still)

Hot take: I don’t mind that they cut Sokka’s sexism arc. It was minimal in the original series to begin with, and with the pacing of the Netflix series it would have been pointless and rushed. I truthfully believe that if they hadn't mentioned the cut beforehand, 5 people at most would have noticed it was gone

Wow Koh the Face Stealer is SO MUCH WORSE in live action. So gross. His face BLINKS. 10/10 to whoever designed that, I hated it and recognize that it was perfect. I look forward to seeing it in my nightmares (also I don't mind the change of "don't show any expression". It still works)

Gyatso telling Aang that it wasn't his fault and that he wouldn't have been able to do anything was so sweet and important to me, especially with all the other adults in this series being turned into Grade-A assholes. It’s been a while since I watched the entire original series but were the adults THIS mean about it in the original? I know the occasional random townsperson would say "you abandoned us" but I don’t remember people like Bumi or THE OTHER AVATARS blaming him like that (I know this is the positive section but just to be clear, the positive is the Gyatso scene. Turning everyone else so mean will be touched upon in the negatives)

All of Gyatso's scenes were actually amazing. I cried. Also finding his body hit so much harder in live action.

Leaves from the Vine playing during Lu Ten's funeral and then again when Iroh chose to go with Zuko... I tearbended HARD at that one

I think they did a good job merging three story lines into Omashu. I know it may bother some fans, but for the time they had I thought combining all of those together within the city was clever. Plus, since we see the city get taken at the end of the season, we feel more invested since we spent more time there! (I'm also glad they didn't destroy the Northern Air Temple... that always bothered me)

The sets are lovely. They look so similar to the original show and it makes me happy to simply see these places come to life. I got so giddy seeing Omashu you don't even understand

I like the interpretation of Aang’s tattoo. That was actually the one thing I liked from the M Night Shyamalan film (intricate designs rather than a straight blue block) and I feel this is an even better interpretation (the designs are more subtle until he lights up)

The wink and nod to the great divide (and other episodes like the pirates) was cute. I do wish we got to see some adventures of the kids bonding, but boy am I glad they didn't feel the need to adapt the great divide

I liked that they sang secret tunnel a little early. The second the mechanist brought up the secret tunnels I burst into song on instinct, so it's only fair the characters do the same

I liked Zuko having a notebook on the avatars. Of course he would have made that. And I liked that Aang used it as a reference

I liked how they teased the "my cabbages!" line before giving us the real thing. Just a fun thing for fans of the original

Negatives

The first episode had so much exposition it actually felt exhausting. Also Zuko really came out of the gate swinging with his motivation, eh? No nuance or slowly unveiling why he wants to capture Aang? Ok...

Ozai confused me. After finishing the season I believe Ozai's motivation was "sacrifice the weak to become strong, use Zuko to fuel Azula to be better" but it felt so confusing to get there. There was a point where I thought he genuinely wanted to see Zuko grow and find the avatar, and while it's fine for Zuko to think that, it felt weird for us to be jerked around like that (especially the in-between point where it feels like he prefers his banished son to his spy-catching daughter).

I also don’t like the way he acts with Azula (again, I know it's an act, but it's a bothersome change). He calls her performance below average. What happened to "she’s a true prodigy, just like her grandfather for whom she was named"? When characters like Mai and Zhao have to tell us "he's just playing games" it feels like they are telling rather than showing. "She's a true prodigy" SHOWS US he has a very obvious favourite. "He's playing with you" TELLS US that he's lying, and we therefore need to just accept that Azula is actually his favourite even though nothing he has done supports that

I don’t like that Aang was heading North due to a premonition from Kyoshi. I always liked how "the avatar must travel the world and find their own teachers in order to care for the world". Why not let him look for teachers? It enforces the idea of the avatar needing to care for all nations in order to protect all nations. I feel like it was supposed to go for this new direction of “the avatar must do it alone” but unfortunately I don't like that message as much

I mentioned in the positive section, but so many of the characters are weirdly mean (specifically the adult characters). I feel like they are trying to go for a message like "childlike mentality isn’t bad and it’s this innocence that will succeed where adults failed" but it just comes across as every grownup but Gyatso being the worst. Why are Kyoshi and Kuruk yelling so much and blaming Aang for everything? I feel like the goal will ultimately be to prove them wrong, but I do not like this characterization

Zuko’s scar needed to be SO MUCH WORSE. Something I love about the original is that every time we look at Zuko, we get a horrific reminder of what kind of person the Fire Lord is. It didn't just make his skin a little red, his eye is stuck in a permanent squint. His ear is shrivelled. You can tell that it was BAD. Here? He could cover it with makeup if it bothers him that much. Where's the texture? Where's the ear and eye damage? Sometimes it looks more like a birthmark than a serious injury. At the very least, take away his eyebrow!

Sokka and Katara’s being trapped in the spirit world was lowkey a little dumb but I get what they were going for (it's more urgent than them needing to suck on frogs). It just makes it seem worse when Aang is sitting there chatting with Zuko about his brushes. Like I loved the conversation but the fact that Sokka and Katara's lives were in danger (along with the villagers) makes Aang seem weirdly dismissive in that moment

Also... I just realized while typing this, but did they give us an ending to Hei Bai being in pain? Did I completely forget the resolution to that or was it not shown?

I don't like that Zuko chose to fight in the Agni Kai. Seeing him on the ground begging forgiveness and THAT'S the kid Ozai scars and banishes is way more impactful than "he fought but didn't go all out"

This shit went off the rails in episode 7. Why is Yue a fox who just chills in the spirit world? What happened to Tui and La? Push and pull? Yin and Yang? I got confused somewhere along the way

Am I the only one who felt the Yue and Sokka kiss came out of nowhere? She literally said she called off her betrothal when she was 16 (before meeting Sokka) because that dude wasn't the right guy. But then the kiss immediately after implies Sokka is the right guy??? The guy you didn't know existed??? Or are we supposed to infer that she fell in love with him in the spirit world? Either one is so bad pleasssseee

I infinitely prefer Zuko trying to save Zhao and Zhao choosing to die out of sheer stubbornness, compared to Iroh killing Zhao to save Zuko. Like yeah, he'd do anything for Zuko, but I felt that crossed a line (and was less impactful)

Assorted Thoughts

They mentioned the mother of faces, are we gonna see Zuko’s mom get addressed at some point? Or was that just a wink and a nod for fans who know?

The kids are pretty good actors but Katara’s sometimes feels like she's… in a school play. For lack of a better description. She's not bad, it just doesn't always feel natural or as expressive as she could be

Yue's actress on the other hand... look I don't like insulting child actors but her performance was not my favourite

Meanwhile, I loved the casting for Zuko and Aang. I like this slightly-less-angry Zuko, and Aang's actor has such a sweet face that it hurt me to see him sad

I wish we got to see an Agni Kai between Zuko and Zhao. Simply because establishing it early helps introduce us to this idea. It makes it more impactful when Ozai declares Zuko must fight, since we now know what that entails

I feel like the series is at its best when it's doing it’s own thing (the Gyatso scenes, Suki's new characterization, Lu Ten's funeral) and is at its weakest when it's trying to copy the original

#atla #atla live action #natla #zuko #aang #sokka #katara #azula

[dduane]

Tomorrow we have a dark moon on the winter solstice! Do I remember right that that's a significant occurrence in the Middle Kingdoms?

Um, yes, well, it's ... not seen as ideal. :/  …Per the story in which it appears:

“’The day after tomorrow, the Moon is dark,’ She said, ‘and that day, about noontime, it eclipses the Sun as well. And that night of new Moon is Opening Night....’      Sirronde’s dream-calm began to give way to nervous foreboding. On Opening Night, the longest night of the year, the boundaries between worlds grew thin, and unquiet spirits walked abroad. Moondark, the most perilous time of any month, would make matters worse, lending the evil things strength. But an eclipse as well—this would be a day of triple dark, and on such a day all the powers of darkness are given into the Shadow’s hand. The Goddess’s old enemy would have the strength to do what It had tried again and again to do—destroy Her world, and the creations It hated most: humankind...”

(from Sirronde's World 3: Parting Gifts)

…But then none of the known Middle Kingdoms cultures seem to care much for winter...and being generally so pre-industrially rural and agrarian a group of societies, maybe this makes some sense. The period around the Winter Solstice — when the thought of coming food scarcity may already in places be starting to bite, and weather conditions (especially in the high South) can become cruelly cold —is particularly fraught. The appendix at the end of The Door Into Shadow that deals with calendar issues says:

“Both Arlen and Darthen use a 360-day year of four 90-day “seasons” that correspond to our spring, summer, autumn and winter… The First of each season is always a major holiday, tied to solstice or equinox—Opening Night for Winter, Maiden’s Day for Spring, Midyear’s Day for Summer, and the Harvest Festival (either Lion’s Day or Eagle’s Day) for Fall. The five remaining days are intercalated and belong to no season. They are placed between the end of Autumn and the beginning of Winter, and during these cold days at the bottom of the year, the Dreadnights as they’re called, no enterprise is begun, no childnaming or marriage celebrated. They are the Shadow’s nights, and unlucky.”

The winter solstice in the Kingdoms, therefore, is more noted than celebrated: something to be got through, got past, got over with. Some rural places do have old traditions of kindling needfire-lit bonfires on that night—not so much as a festival event as a gesture of defiance. Generally, though, that period is seen as one best spent sitting by the fire with friends and/or family (and others who may need your fireside, having none of their own), eating and drinking and recouping one’s energies—a fallow time during which everyone waits for the tiny slow-coming changes in the length of day that show the year to be on the turn. And babies born at this time—despite not being able to be named until the Dreadnights are over—are said to be lucky and a good sign, because “they bring the Light with them...”

(Meanwhile. the above very handsome Dragon’s-eye “view” of a solar eclipse seen from Earth orbit was making the rounds some years back as an image taken from the ISS. It’s not, though. It was created in that fabulous tool Terragen by a DeviantArt-based digital artist who goes by a4size-ska.)

#winter #winter solstice #the Dreadnights

[karin-gespenst]

Butterflies and Tears - Season 12 episode 8 rewatch

during most of my crochet projects I watch so much Call the Midwife that I don't recall which project went with which episodes. Now I'm on a baby blanket for a nibling in the making.

So I'm making the Butterflies pattern and it turns out beautifully. While working on it I rewatched Trixie's wedding episode and had many thoughts about it. Many tears, too.

Calling the Yu baby Lizzie is a choice I would not have made. This baby's entire story starts with "Your mom died the day you were born. In fact, they cut you out of her corpse so you didn't die, too." and giving her the same name as her mother brings up that story time and time again. Of course, with a tragedy like this, the pain will be enormous anyway, but maybe pick a name that is not so completely chained to this horrible accident.

SMJ made me cry with her reading. I also cried because Judy Parfitt reminds me a lot of my grandma in her last years. The snark, the being done with aging, the dismissing of worries that people tell her about because she's seen so much worse - and the profound love of her family and trust in the Lord.

Geoffrey is a delight and please can he come back instead of Matthew? Trixie does not need a husband per se, but having family around does her good. Including Geoffrey with the hen night was wonderful, and I love the relaxing beauty treatments in contrast to the lively party they had for Lucille.

completely relateable: Phyllis exhausted after the prospect of saying goodbye to another young woman she has raised from chick to grown up nurse. Let's count:

Delia left with Patsy, Sister Mary Cynthia is recovering somewhere off screen, Barbara is gone forever, Valerie ran off in the middle of the night, the first batch of pupil midwives has graduated, Doctor McNulty had to leave to get better, Lucille half a globe away, Sisters Winifred and Frances back at the Mother House, Trixie about to get married, and now Nancy maybe leaving? It's very good that Sister Julienne secured a new supply of young pupil midwives. And got rid of that pesky council rent threat.

The scene with Nancy and Trixie sewing the blue fabric bow into the seam of the wedding dress was sweet. They shared a room for a long time and sometimes had a relationship just like sisters.

Burning down the hotel to justify the party in Poplar was a heavy plot hammer. Especially after the dead mother and impromptu C-section scene. That felt like just piling on the problems: suits, flowers, blood, rain, death, fire, missing nuns - I swear, I'll never get married in church, and don't come near me with white dresses or high heels or any other item just begging to malfunction at the worst moment.

Does Timothy just have bad luck or is it usual for medical students to encounter this many deaths in their first year? It would be awesome to see him talk to some of his fellow students about the cases he has seen. Maybe he could bring home a friend some day? A special one? *wink wink*

#call the midwife #knitting with the nuns #crochet

[ayellowcurtain]

Simon knows there’s an easier way. He’s seen it, knows how it feels, how his routine would be, how and by who he could be loved. And he hates every second of it.

The more he tries, the more he hates it.And at this point it’s even worse than the difficult way, that’s how much he made himself hate it. All of that because Wilhelm is not in it.

The easier way requires Simon to run as fast as he can and as further away from Wilhelm as possible, from his family, and anything to do with him.

But he’s so handsome, so funny, tall, and challenging, smart, kind, soft, the most loving, and the best kisser ever. Nobody will ever feel as good as Wille. It doesn’t matter if an hour goes by, or weeks, Simon desperately misses him the same.

When he’s tired of fighting, when he thinks about what he wants and what he thinks it’s the best, he’s already in Wille’s arms feeling his soft, gentle and desperate lips against his. They always start slow, like they still need to ask for each other’s permission, and they deepen the kiss until it feels like every inch of his skin is catching on fire, but it feels nice, comforting, and so sexy it makes him dizzy.

In every way, Wilhelm is the reason why his life is the biggest chaos, but he’s also the one keeping Simon in one piece, or at least the thought of him, of their kisses and sleepless nights. And maybe that feeling it’s the best feeling Simon ever experienced. It feels like he’s floating. Constantly hanging high in the air but with the certainty that he’ll never fall. That’s how Wilhelm makes him feel and Simon is addicted to it.

Maybe he really isn’t a good guy because once Wille is in the picture, nobody else matters. Simon can only think and desire to be with him, it doesn't matter when, where or why.

Simon would put the whole monarchy, the whole school, the whole country on fire if that was the choice he had to make to constantly feel the way he feels when Wilhelm is holding him, their lips desperate for even more kisses.

He wants to love and desire Wilhelm and be loved and desired by him, in every second of his life. He wants Wilhelm to have an imprint of him in every moment in his life. Selfishly, he wants every thought that Wilhelm has to lead back to him, to what they feel and what they have.

-

Maybe this is Simon’s mindset after their kiss at the party during season 2, or that is after their first time while Wilhelm is out eating breakfast, or late at night when he’s alone and frustrated after that awkward date at Marcus’ place, who knows…

#young royals #young royals netflix #simon eriksson #wilhelm #prince wilhelm #simon x wilhelm #simon x wille #wilmon

[navidoll]

please tell me more about wheelchair adora

So originally I found wheelchair Adora from a friend's fanfic

^ go read its vry good and gay

Anyway

So in this fic Adora becomes wheelchair bound from the aftereffects of the Heart, her body had a lot of strain put on it and her legs burn and give out from under her every time she tries to stand up. So she has a lil wheelchair to help her get around.

I really liked this idea so I went along with it, but I wanted to put my own spin on it, so now because of this ask I brainstormed with my friends to figure out a way that Adora became disabled, in my own au.

-content warning for panic attack description-

(Set during early season 4) So sometime in Brightmoon, everything is all find and dandy at dinner, and Adora is just gobbling up her food like she hasn't eaten in 2 years, before she starts having a coughing fit. It gets the attention of everyone at the table and people start getting concerned, and Adora excuses herself to go to the bathroom, but before she makes it to the door she promptly collapses and passes out.

Everyone is obviously freaking out, so Glimmer teleports her friend to the infirmary, where Adora ends up staying the night. Adora wakes up in lots of pain (poor bb) and the doctors run all sorts of tests on her and find out that she's been poisoned.

When Glimmer hears about this, she's very angry and collects all the cooks in Brightmoon to ask who did it. And surprisingly, someone answers. One of the new chefs admits to poisoning Adora's food on purpose, and they are soon fired, after a long discussion on why what they did was wrong. The chef told Glimmer they believed that Adora was still loyal to the Horde, and was trying to off her by their own means.

Back to Adora, she's in the infirmary for a few days before she's allowed to go to her own room to continue her treatment. Bow and Glimmer try to do everything they can for their ill friend, including sleepovers, trying to find ways to cure her poison, and even try magical healing. But nothing works, it only serves to worsen Adora's condition.

It's been a week and Adora is deathly ill. The poison has been in her system for too long and it's taken a toll on her body. She has bad nightmares and bags under her eyes, she's barely eaten anything in the past week, the nagging paranoia in the back of her brain telling her that someone is out to kill her. It doesn't help her mental health. She can't walk without help, and her limbs shake involuntarily at times. She's on strict bedrest. She-Ra has been doing her best to take care of Adora when her friends aren't there. Opting to cuddling, getting her water, and helping her walk and eat, and even bathing together.

Its been a rough week. She-Ra's worry for her friend only grows the worse her condition becomes. Until one day, something inside her remembers. Memories are hard to come by, so when She-Ra remembers Madame Razz has all sorts of medicinal herbs, she makes the descision of going out by herself to retrieve some.

She leaves a sweet note next to Adora's bed saying 'I'll be back soon, sweetheart. Keep the bed warm for me until I get back! <3' (Have I mentioned they're like a couple and use terms of endearment? But its like 'platonic' flirting and bantering, totally just friends) Adora reads it and blushes at the pet name, and cuddles her handmade She-Ra plushie.

She-Ra visits Razz and pretty much cries because she hasn't seen her friend in so long. They have a nice long hug and catch up a bit before she mentiones that Adora's been poisoned and is dying. Razz says to not worry and goes to her little shelf and grabs a few jars and mixes a few ingredients up in her little mixing bowl. She puts the mixture in a little baggie and hands it to She-Ra and gives her a warm smile. She-Ra holds the bag like her life depends on it. After a little more talking She-Ra thanks Razz and leaves to go back to Brightmoon. After inspecting the contents in the bag she recognizes it as tea. An old recipe that even she doesn't know.

When She-Ra gets back to the bedroom she notices Adora had fallen back to sleep cuddling her She-Ra plushie looking absolutely exhausted. She can't help but feel adoration for this girl. After standing there for a little too long looking at Adora, she goes to the tea nook next to the bathroom, and prepares some hot water. She puts the ingredients from the bag into a small tea strainer, and waits for it to seep into the hot water.

When the tea is ready, she gently wakes up Adora, smiling at her and saying 'Good morning, sleepyhead.' Adora gives her a weak smile, before looking what's in She-Ra's hand. She-Ra helps her sit up so that Adora can drink the tea at a better angle. Adora wordlessly drinks the tea and notices it had a slight bitterness to it, but its overall flavor is delicious. They sit and chat for a little, and Adora ends up drinking all the tea. She already feels better than she has all week. This stuff must be magic, she concludes.

Her eyelids fall closed, and they stay that way for a few weeks. Adora had fallen into a coma. And it worried all her friends, and the alliance. Adora had always been a key member at meetings and missions, it was strange to have her presence not be there. While Glimmer and Bow and the others were out fighting the Horde, Adora was in the infirmary, recovering from the poison in her system.

She-Ra had been by her side the whole time. She had nothing else to do, but she wanted to stay by her side. It was her duty to protect Adora. Even if she feels like she failed on that part.

When Adora woke up, her entire body was sore, but she felt a lot better. Her muscles didn't move on their own, she could sit up on her own, except-

She couldn't feel her legs, they didn't respond to her.

Adora's chest felt tight, and she spiraled at the implication alone. What will she do now? Can she even fight like this? Will her friends hate her for being disabled? Will they leave her? It was all too much for her, and she hyperventilated and screamed her lungs out. She-Ra was there to bring her back to reality, and comfort her like no one else could.

It wasn't the end of the world for Adora, but the news that she had permanent nerve damage to her lower half meant that she would never be able to walk again. It changed her life completely.

She soon got a wheelchair and when Bow and Glimmer saw her, she cried on the spot. She felt like a failure and a burden. They both gave her a hug and reassured her that everything would be okay, and she believed them.

If only things got better from there.

Anyway! I hope u enjoyed this little story, I'm definently going to be exploring it more and drawing more Wheeldora. She is everything to me. She-Ra takes care of her whenever she can but not to a suffocating degree, Adora still has her independence.

#trans adora rights #wheeldora #alternate universe #shedora #adora #she ra and the princesses of power #spop netflix

[mayeolorie-writes]

Bliss - Seokjin [M]

Pairing: Seokjin x reader

Description: Wolf!Au, idiot(s)-to-lovers Jin finally found his mate too bad she’s too stubborn to let him knot

Warnings: Smut 🔞 Minors DNI, PWP (if you squint at the plot) knotting, unprotected sex (please don’t let men nut in you)

Note: this story literally wrote itself and I wanted to post it for Halloween 🎃 I barely made it

Word count: 2,003

“Honey,” Jin paused between his yelling, and keyboard clacking. “Will you get me food please?” You scoffed and shook your head. He was sitting across the room playing video games and had been for awhile. “Pause your game and get it yourself. I’m busy.“ Currently your masters program was demanding a test and homework was due tomorrow night. “Baby, please? Your alpha is starving.” You could hear the pout in his voice. “Sugar plum, I’m working right now and I’m trying to finish my test.” “Are you rejecting your alpha?” “I reject the submission of an omega. I will not simply submit without question, and I’m busy.”

Jin smirked, looking at his headstrong pack mate. You’d thought it would pay off to be shaking up with the alpha, but the smug shithead loved arguing especially with you. He took a deep breath as he looked at you. “And when your heat comes, and I know it will be soon, I can’t wait for you to be begging for my knot.” The heat rose to your face as you glowered and slinked away to the kitchen. Damn that good looking bastard. He knew your heat was coming - the instability in your sleep and moods gave it away. Damn pack tradition stating all omegas must be bred before the ripe old age of 24. Damn being born as an omega. Damn your mother for being a human and your father for pursuing her. Damn them for leaving you in a basket at the fire station. The one thing worse than being an omega was not knowing your wolf heritage at all. Once you phased for the first time at 13, you knew you had to find others like you. Your wolf needed a pack and once you found them your life changed. Without your biological father in your pack or life you had no bearings of your rank in the pack so it was decided for you. . . Omega. . . The rank had to be a mistake but the only way to change rank was through mating. You didn’t mind being mated, but you drew the line at being bred like cattle. The past couple of years during mating season you were released from your duties by suppression medication. The elders of the pack denied your request much to your dismay, but they had their ways. Seokjin was one of the last Alphas that needed to officially have a mate and that only happened after taking a knot and the fates determined if it was meant to be or if it was doomed.

You weren’t stupid. You loved being with Jin and being with him but it would absolutely devastate you if he wasn’t yours. The only solution was to stay away. Jin was simply too delectable to resist and the way your body would undeniably crave his, put you at risk. The jitters already started so you went home after feeding Jin and turned your phone to ‘do not disturb’ and went into over drive into classwork, home projects, and general clean up worked for awhile. It made you tired enough to fall into bed at night, but it did nothing against the dreams - oh the dreams - one in particular involving Jin, a blender, and a wooden spoon had you keening. After that when you looked in the mirror, you gasped in shock. Your eyes descended into a deep red in the iris. This had only happened a couple of other times all of which was red with fury. No matter what you did, napping, masturbating, hell even eye drops did nothing and you were starting to feel desperate. You wanted Seokjin and you wanted him BAD.

Alpha,” you moaned into the phone just trying to find a way to relieve the growing heat in your neither regions. A dark chuckle came across the line and you groaned. “Is my little mutt wet?” You nodded to no avail. “Come over. Take it away.” Your heat was rushing through your body at full force and there was no stopping it. The last shred of your pride left you at home instead of at the club hopping on the alpha’s hard cock. He tsked, “Y/N I told you I won’t service you until you’re hot, bothered and begging for me.” An animalistic growl ripped through your throat. “Are you going to fuck me or not? I’m sure I can call someone else who would be more than happy to help me.” It was an empty threat. Now it was Seokjin’s turn to growl. “No,” you heard your apartment door close. “I’m already here you brat.” Your heart thumped faster in anticipation. Quickly you hung up the phone and practically ripped off the oversized t-shirt that covered your naked aching breasts, hating the way the cotton felt itchy. Jin’s scent hit your nose, slick dripped from your pussy, soaking your already wet panties. He was right behind the door, hesitating. “I know you’re there.” He entered the room with a smirk, pausing slightly at the sight of your mostly naked body. “How long have you been in heat?” “Four days.” Four long days of laying in bed with your sex toys, but none of them helped. Your shaky hand moved your hair to one side. You wanted to pounce on him, milk him of every drop of cum, and claim him as a mate.

You wouldn’t until he dropped the silly notion of begging. “Four days, huh? How long have your eyes been red?” He slowly unbuttoned the sinful black silk button down. “I don’t know. I don’t care. It’s all blurred together.” You started to get up but his glare pinned you to the bed. “No, not yet.” His stern alpha voice came out. Fucker unleashed a direct order. You had to obey but you didn’t have to be quiet about it. Your wolf growled watching him slip the silk black button down shirt from his body. Your eyes caught his bulge in his black pants, making your mouth water. Thankfully you didn’t have to wait long before he was completely naked. “Is there anything you want to say to me?” He asked, stroking his hard cock, basically purring. “Go fuck yourself.” You barked, even as another puddle of slick ruined your panties. He sighed, like he wanted to be disappointed. “As you wish.” Leisurely he sat down in a chair across from the bed, and began pleasuring himself. A moan fell off of his lips and you watched as precum wept from the head. His eyes locked with yours and your name was out of his mouth like a mantra.

You simply snapped. Within seconds you were on your knees in front of him taking his cock in your mouth like your life depended on it. You had no patience for foreplay and blew him at a brutal pace, a hand taking over what your mouth couldn’t take in and the other digging into his thigh. Jin grabbed your hair in a crude ponytail. The little growls and moans egged you on to shove his cock down your throat. “Fuck Y/N,” he choked out as you swallowed around him. You did this a couple of times, wishing his orgasm would come.

“Stop, stop, stop. I’m going to knot in your mouth if you don’t and you still owe me a few words.” Rationally his words made sense but your wolf didn’t see the problem with being attached to Jin’s cock while he was ballooned in your mouth. Roughly, he pulled on your hair, taking you away from his manhood. You found yourself bent over the edge of the bed. As one hand held you down the other slapped your ass, you arched your back and moaned. He let you put your ass in the air, slowly going under the band of your underwear. “Little mutt? I’m waiting.” The small strap snapped to your side while you pushed back wanting some type of touch on your pussy. You stayed silent, shivers going down your spine, as two fingers rubbed up and down your clothed slit. A moan escaped your lips as he decided to rub your clit. A hard hand came down on your ass again, as he was getting impatient. The soaked panties were ripped off and two digits were painstakingly slow fingering you. A whimper came from you, your wolf simply begging to obey. “Please, Alpha? You’re driving me crazy. Mark me. Make me yours. Breed me. Do whatever you want just please fuck me.” His cock slammed into you as he whispered finally. The stretch was slightly uncomfortable but he made up for it when he brought you up, attacking your lips with his and giving your poor clit some well deserved attention. The soft pumps of his cock slowly gave away to an unrelenting pace. “Seokjin.” You moaned as he marked up your neck, satisfied at his handiwork. “I want to touch you.” He smirked against your skin before repositioning you on the bed, your legs over his shoulders. “You should’ve thought about that before you started sucking my dick off.” You flushed before kissing him. It was too much effort so you settled for his neck. Soon his throat matched yours as he groaned into your breasts, licking and sucking every chance he got.

“I’m close.” Your breathing hitched when he hit your g-spot. Jin tested it out a couple of times until he got the spot every single thrust. It was a triple threat. His cock drilling into you, his unrelenting digit rubbing your clit and the constant teasing of his teeth over your jugular. “Please, please, please don’t stop.” You begged, hands tightening around his hair. “Baby, you can cum.” Your body responded immediately as the orgasm barreled through you. It was almost too much coming back down to him still rubbing your clit. He noticed the sign of overstimulation and began chasing his own orgasm that wasn’t far behind, He was already growing his knot. “Yes, Jin, give me your knot. I need it.” You licked a strip up his neck to nip his earlobe. He growled his eyes bleeding into the same red yours were earlier. “You’re going to be good now and take every drop of cum from my knot?” There was an intake of breath at a particularly rough thrust. “Yes. Please. I trust you. I want you.” Your words fueled his desire to mark his mate, with one last thrust his knot was fully formed and released his cum. Your breathing was hard for a moment. Jin released your legs and laid his body on yours. It made you chuckle and run your fingers through his hair.

That’s when it happened. You had a feeling that Seokjin was your mate but here in the afterglow of mating you felt it - the otherworldly connection to him. He was yours. Warmth spread through your chest, being completely content in this moment, perfectly sated (for now). In Jin’s eyes - everyone would know that you were his. He would make sure you were covered in his scent so all wolves would know you were his and he would leave his mark on you so all humans knew you were taken. No one would make the mistake of thinking you were in need of a mate again. You shifted on the bed, relaxing on his chest. You listened to his heartbeat as he rubbed your back. “What changed your mind?” He asked. You blushed and hid into his neck. “My wolf was afraid you would leave.” “Never. You’re stubborn as hell, and I like that about you.” You smiled but still hid. “And I was afraid. There was a chance that you weren’t my mate and I didn’t want to lose you.” “Y/N, you’re my heart, my reason for living. I love you - I always have and always will silly girl.” You kissed his soft lips. “I love you too.”

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The Last of Us

Warnings; Post apocalyptic world.

Words; 3.894K

A/N; Hello my lovely readers, hope you'll like this chapter, I'm so sorry if there are any typos because English isn't my first language. Smut will happen on the next chapter. xxx Love you!

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Summary; Ever since childhood you had to survive, you were born before the disease so you kinda remembered what was it like, to have a hot shower, clean food etc. You didn’t know what happened to your parents because they were on a vacation and left you with your grandma who passed away during the chaos. You were 10 when it happened, a child who had to be a woman over night. What happens when you are a brink from killing yourself and find purpose again?

Chapter Six – Unsaid Feelings

It was a windy morning with dark clouds, as if the universe was dramatic enough to set the scene, Henry and Sam were dead and that was it. This world didn’t have a room for emotional release, you just had to keep going but the practical man Joel Miller came up to her and said something which surprised her, ‘’We should burry them.’’ Ellie was in an another room, but Y/N was sure that she was listening to them, Joel wasn’t a man of sharing his feelings or wasting time but there was a shift in him which Y/N couldn’t put a finger on. Y/N helped him bury their dead that morning, yes she got tired before the long road ahead of them but it had to be done. When they were done Ellie showed up to put the small device which Sam was communicating through on his grave. Y/N approached to see what she wrote and it said ‘’I’m sorry.’’ Which broke Y/N’s heart, Ellie was a 14 years old child, she should be at school or hanging out with her friends instead of experiencing death again and again. After that morning none of them uttered a word of either Sam or Henry, however their deaths weight on them.

It had been three months and in those months a lot of things have happened, they had to pick up winter clothes because of the change of season, the more they kept walking the more they were surrounded by forest which was a good thing because the infected were nowhere to be found but that didn’t mean that they were safe, people were a lot worse than the infected. Every morning Y/N gathered snow to melt on the fire and made them wash their faces, Joel and Ellie didn’t complain, after that they would walk for miles, sometimes Ellie would ask questions about how things used to be back in the day and Joel was happy to explain, Y/N could see that over time he got close to Ellie. When she looked from outside perspective they looked like father and daughter and the hard thing was that she didn’t know where to put herself in this new found family. Joel was really good at hunting, thanks to him they had meat every night, Y/N made sure to say thank you every night which didn’t go unnoticed by him, Joel was still surprise to see her so naïve and gentle. Back in Kansas City she didn’t hesitate to shoot someone to save him, she didn’t question him when he said that they should bury Sam and Henry, she was so strange sometimes and it puzzled his emotions. She was  quick to accept his rules, Joel was hunting and leading, Y/N was gathering things like wood to make fire, berries etc. and she was so skilled at taking care of Ellie that Joel often found himself watching them interact. In her backpack she had a lot of things and Joel watched her brush Ellie’s hair every morning, she had nail clipper, tooth paste and tooth brush for everybody, she said that she picked those things for them when they were at Frank and Bill’s place. These things would have never came to his mind to pick because they seemed unnecessary to him, hell she even had toilet papers and magazines just in case. He liked those details though, of course he would never admit that he liked how attentive she was with them but it was entertaining to watch.

They were lost for sure and Joel was getting impatient to find his brother Tommy, when they saw a small cabin with smoke coming from its chimney Joel turned to them, ‘’They might be armed so I’ll go in first and see, later I’ll whistle and you’ll come. Understood?’’ Ellie and Y/N nodded and watched him leave, he first checked the windows  but the curtains made it hard to see who was inside, and then he opened the wooden door and walked in, didn’t forget to leave the door open for them. After what seemed like a minute they heard the whistle, ‘’Get your gun out.’’ Y/N said to Ellie and together they approached to the cabin and what they found was a relief. There was an old lady who seemed nice, Y/N closed the door behind her, it was warm inside and well furnished, for a second she thought how would it be to live in a two store cabin like this with Joel and Ellie, always warm and relaxed. It was heart breaking to dream of things you cannot obtain.

‘’My husband will arrive soon, so sit and I’ll make you soup.’’ The old lady said, her weight made it hard for her to walk but she managed. Y/N gave a questioning look to Joel and he understood, ‘’We’re travelling and got lost,’’ he showed the map to the woman and asked few questions, she answered them without a beat which made Y/N think she was telling the truth. When the soup was done they sat on the table, ‘’Thank you ma’am,’’ Y/N said, she never underestimated the hospitality, it was rare these days, ‘’Ellie say thank you.’’ She whispered. ‘’Thank you.’’ She said shortly and together they ate, there was even salad on the table. After that Joel told them to go upstairs and wait for the old lady’s husband. After a while and old man showed up, his face was hard to read but it was obvious that they were older than Joel, ‘’Who the hell are you?’’ he said to Joel. ‘’Just someone passin’ through.’’ He replied holding his gun at him. Ellie and Y/N were watching from a corner, ‘’Why didn’t you shoot him?’’ the old man asked his wife with disdain. ‘’The gun is all the way over there.’’ Her response almost made Y/N laugh, she was a sweet lady and Y/N was sure that she would have never shoot them especially after seeing that they have a kid with them. ‘’He didn’t hurt me by the way.’’ Her sarcastic response put a smile to her and Ellie’s face. ‘’Yeah I got eyes.’’ The old man clapped back, Y/N wondered how would it be to grow old with someone, experiencing life’s burdens with them and having kids.. today she was dreaming a lot. It wasn’t good. ‘’You made him soup?’’ the man asked and rolled his eyes at his wife’s generosity. ‘’Yeah, I did. It’s cold out.’’

‘’I’m lookin’ for my brother.’’ Joel cut in, impatient. ‘’Well,  I ain’t seen him.’’ The old man replied shortly, clearly he didn’t care. ‘’I haven’t told you what he looks like.’’ He answered, ‘’He looks anything like you?’’ the man asked, ‘’A bit.’’ Joel still didn’t lower his gun. ‘’Then I ain’t seen him.’’ That was his answer.

‘’He’s got his wife and kid with him.’’ The old lady said which made Joel look at the old lady in shock, well, they didn’t explain who they were when they barged into their house so it was normal for her to assume, for a second he felt a warm feeling in his chest, like drinking hot coco and watching the snow from the window with family. Y/N as also startled too because she could hear their conversation clearly and the fact that he didn’t correct the old lady made her feel a way which she couldn’t explain and the little devil Ellie took advantage of her shock, ‘’Can we come down?’’ she heard her ask Joel, ‘’No, Ellie!’’ it was too late, Ellie held her hand and pulled Y/N, she just had to follow. Together they went downstairs, ‘’What did I just say?’’ Joel was in grumpy mood, Ellie was holding her gun at the old man, ‘’Come on, they’re like a thousand!’’ Ellie said dismissively. ‘’Who is this little psycho?’’ the man seized you up, ‘’Nice family.’’ He said sarcastically, ‘’Never mind them. I need you to tell us where we are.’’ Joel showed the map to the man, ‘’If you got a map, why you lost?’’ he questioned, ‘’Must have missed all the street signs in the enormous fucking forest.’’ Ellie snapped back quickly before Y/N  could shut her up, she was a lot more braver than Y/N or… stupid.

‘’Ho-ly.’’ The man and woman started to laugh together, ‘’We’re somewhere here. Exactly where?’’ Joel painted at the map for the man to see, ‘’And your answer better be the same as your wife’s.’’ of course he was threatening but Y/N knew he wouldn’t hurt these people… or would he? Back at the Boston QZ there were rumors about him and what he is capable of.

‘’Did you tell him the truth?’’ the old man asked his wife, ‘’Yeah.’’

‘’Are you tellin’ me the truth?’’ he asked again, ‘’Yeah.’’

The man reluctantly pointed a place at the map, it seemed like Joel trusted them enough to put his gun away, ‘’Well, you found a great place to hide, I guess.’’ The way he spoke and sat on the green couch seemed almost defeated. It broke her heart. ‘’Hide?’’ the man asked confused, ‘’Came here before you were born sonny.’’ The man replied, Ellie sat next to Joel, Y/N sat on Joel’s left side, she did something she never thought she would, she touched his hand gently, which made him look up at her, ‘’We’ll manage.’’ She said quietly.

‘’We came here to get the hell away from everybody.’’ The man explained, ‘’I didn’t want to.’’ The lady replied sadly. ‘’Listen, I didn’t mean to upset you about your brother, but if you’ve come this far.. then you know what’s out there. You seen Cody?’’

‘’Yeah, got close enough. Its crawling with infected.’’ Y/N spoke, it was a miracle they got out of there without the infected hearing them. ‘’Laramie, and Wind River Reservation, anywhere people used to be, you can’t go there no more.’’ The man explained with much softer tone, ‘’So you haven’t heard the name Tommy?’’ the thing about Joel was that he was persistent and Y/N’s hand was still holding his, he didn’t protest, her hand was warm and small in his. ‘’Nope.’’

‘’What about the FireFlies?’’ Ellie asked, ‘’We get those in the summer.’’ The lady said seriously, which was obvious that they didn’t know anything about FEDRA or FireFly,  ‘’Not the bugs, the people.’’ Ellie said rather harshly, ‘’There are firefly people?’’ the lady asked confused, and then the couple laughed again. The man gave them directions and warned them about the river of death, he said there were bodies there both infected and normal people’s dead bodies. Before they left Y/N didn’t forget to thank them for everything and she closed the door behind her, watched Ellie steal two rabbits from them, ‘’Ellie!’’ she warned, ‘’put that back.’’ Joel said he was walking ahead of them, he stopped to hold the wooden log which was in front of him to catch a breath, or so she thought. When she came close it was obvious that something was wrong, ‘’Joel? Joel?’’ she said but obviously he had some trouble. ‘’Ellie stay back.’’ She announced and made him look at her, she held his hands, ‘’Deep breaths with me come on, you can do it.’’ Ellie didn’t understand what was going on but Y/N knew that Joel was having some kind of a panic attack. His chocolate eyes focused on her, doing what she told him helped him to breathe again. And they didn’t talk about his attack that day, or the way the old couple assumed that they were a family. Snow was everywhere and the more they walked the more it was getting hard to breath, she didn’t complain though, there were a lot of messed up places to be right now but the walk was somewhat peaceful. ‘’How old are you Y/N?’’ Ellie asked,  ‘’30, why?’’

‘’What about you Joel?’’ she didn’t answer Y/N’s question, ‘’56, what’s your point?’’

‘’Wow, the age gap!’’ she sarcastically joked, Y/N and Joel were lucky enough to blame the blush on their cheeks on the winter breeze. ‘’Just thinking of what that old lady said.’’ Ellie finally spoke what she meant, ‘’Let people assume whatever they want. It’s easy that way.’’ Y/N was quick to respond, Joel didn’t make any comments.

It was getting late so they set up a camp in a cave, Y/N gathered wood to start the fire, she used to camp with her parents any chance they got so she knew what kind of berries to eat and avoid or how to start a fire. Joel took the rabbits that Ellie stole and skinned them, while he was busy she kept herself busy too. Organized her backpack and Ellie’s, it was a beautiful night, one could see the green northern lights, it was mesmerizing, Joel whistled for Ellie to come down, it was calm, they could hear the owls. Joel was drinking from his flask, Y/N was standing a few feet away from them still watching the lights, ‘’Can I have some? Just to warm up.’’ She could hear Ellie say and she immediately turned to see Joel handing the flask to her, ‘’Absolutely not Ellie!’’ her gaze made Joel pull his hand back, ‘’You’ll drink when you’re old enough.’’ Her authoritarian voice amused him, she had such a mom energy that made him feel warm inside, maybe it was the booze. Unfortunately Joel and Sarah’s mother were divorced and she was too troubled to take care of Sarah so she removed herself from them and Joel couldn’t bring himself to remarry and have Sarah a stepmom, well, back then he kept himself busy with work and never dated, things were moving smoothly with work, Sarah and Tommy but every once in a while he caught himself imagining a family life just like everyone had. It wouldn’t hurt to come home to a loving wife after a long day at work, to have family dinners and holidays together… he was yearning something he didn’t get to have when the world was normal but recently he kept having these daydreams, he felt like a pervert with sick fantasies but the things he daydreamed about were so simple which involved Y/N….

He came back to the reality with a question from Y/N, it seemed Ellie and Y/N were talking about what they were going to do after the Fireflies take her blood and make a cure, Ellie said she would like to go to the moon, ‘’What would you like to do Joel?’’ Y/N asked with a low tone, eyes dove, ‘’Its never been an option.. ‘’ he cleared his throat, he forced himself to look away from her because he was afraid he would utter the things he thought about her, ‘’Maybe.. and old farmhouse, some land.. a ranch.’’ He replied, ‘’Seems like an old person’s dream. What kind?’’ Ellie didn’t forget to give him hard time, ‘’Sheep. I would raise sheep. They’re quiet.. do what they told.’’ This tone was directed at Ellie, Y/N giggled and Joel hid his smile. ‘’What about you Y/N?’’ Ellie asked, ‘’I love gardening, not just flowers like vegetables and fruit. I know a lot about it so that’s what I would do.’’ She answered shortly, ‘’You two are such alike. You know what you should go to his ranch and live together,  It would be romantic. I’ll come visit from the moon.’’

Joel and Y/N just looked at each other, neither of them could say anything, ‘’Its late.’’ Joel said changing the subject, ‘’I’ll take the first watch.’’ Y/N announced and stood up. She gave a forehead kiss to Ellie before she walked away and took Joel’s rifle, it was a habit of hers. Every night she gave Ellie a goodnight kiss and never forget to tuck her in, Ellie didn’t complain.

Throughout the night Y/N didn’t want to wake him up because he seemed tired so she switched with Ellie, it was about time to give her responsibility, of course under Y/N’s watch. Well, she knew Joel would be grumpy and angry about it but Y/N wanted him to be well rested. ‘’I’m responsible for both of you, okay?!’’ he said seriously, ‘’We’ll wake you up next time, come on,’’ Y/N gave him a cup of water to refresh, ‘’be quick.’’ There she was again, with her small details and taking care of them. Joel could feel a certain tightness in his jeans, she was attractive and loving. It had been a while since he tasted such warmth… he shook his head to regain conscious.

It was snowing when they passed a bridge, under it the river was frozen, she hoped that it wasn’t the river of death, but so far so good, no one was around. As usual their walk was quiet, ‘’What can you grow during winter?’’ Ellie asked Y/N, ‘’Kale, spinach, collard, broccoli, Brussels sprouts, kohlrabi, and leeks. Not to brag but I’m a good cook.’’ They were walking side by side, Joel was ahead but listening to their conversation, ‘’Sorry but I didn’t understand half of what you fucking said.’’ Ellie replied, ‘’Well, come visit our ranch I’ll cook for you.’’ Y/N said without knowing the fact that Joel was eavesdropping, the thought of living together made him smile, thankfully no one could see it. On their way they saw a dam, which made her wonder if there were people living by cause it seemed working.

‘’Wow, look at that river its crazy blue.’’ Ellie announced, she was right. Joel and Y/N were walking side by side and Ellie following behind, ‘’Hey guys, what if this is the river of death?’’ her question made Joel stop and look at the map which was in his pocket. She came close to look, Ellie’s suspicions came true because soon enough they were surrounded by people on horses, they had cowboy hats and covered the half of their faces with clothes, not to mention that they were armed. Joel held Ellie’s hand instinctively and so did Y/N, but they couldn’t escape, they were surrounded. ‘’Get behind us!’’ Y/N said to Ellie, hands raised, ‘’We ain’t lookin’ for any trouble.We’re just passin’ through.’’ He announced, ‘’Drop the gun.’’ A man in the middle said, he seemed like was the leader of his group, Joel dropped his rifle unwillingly, Y/N’s gun was inside her pocket which no one could see, if there was any trouble she had to be quick to shoot, Ellie had to take few steps back, it was the man’s orders. ‘’You been near infected?’’ he asked directly at Joel, ‘’There’s no infected out here.’’

‘’The hell there ain’t.’’ he didn’t seem to be convinced, the group had a dog with them, ‘’If you’ve been infected, the dog will smell it and he’ll rip you up.’’

Y/N could feel her heart go ice, Ellie was immune but they didn’t know if she had the virus in her, this was bad, really bad. Joel and Y/N looked at each other, ‘’Its okay.’’ She whispered when she saw how scared he was. This was the first time she was him scared, the man faced dozens of evil people and infected but didn’t show any sign of anxiety but right now he felt like he couldn’t breathe.

The dog smelled them first and they were clean and the man who was holding the dog walked to Ellie, Y/N closed her eyes and wished, wished that they would survive this.

She could hear her heart beating in her ears, the pressure almost made her pass out but when Ellie’s giggles were heard she sighed deeply, Joel was relieved too. When they turned to look Ellie was petting the dog and the dog was happy to receive the pets, wiggling his tail. ‘’What are you doing out here?’’ the man asked, the group still had their guns pointed at them, ‘’I’m just lookin’ for my brother.’’ A woman who was behind that man approached, she looked confident on her horse, ‘’What’s your name?’’ she demanded, ‘’Joel.’’ He replied. And that was it they didn’t exchange any more words, the group gave them two horses, Y/N was riding alone and Ellie was with Joel. They followed the group which let them to a town. The big wooden walls opened for them to enter, Y/N was shocked to see civilization again, she only knew FEDRA and what it capable of, this place was just like before the outbreak. Even though Y/N didn’t know anything about these people there was a sense of community here, she felt welcomed. ‘’Tommy!’’ she heard Joel scream and saw a man running to him, two brothers uniting again was a rare experience in this world, there were no planes, no buses and let’s not forget to mention the infected, despite all the odds Joel managed to find his brother and also kept them safe, he was persistent just like he mentioned back at Kansas City. A man of his word.

Tommy escorted them to a canteen, it was warm inside and yellow lights, the smell of delicious food, this was heaven. They were served like kings and queens. Ellie was eating without breathing, Y/N was more careful, she was still observing, when she realized that Tommy is watching them she kindly smiled. They weren’t alone though, the woman who was with the group was sitting next to Tommy. They seemed close, ‘’There is more if you need it.’’ The woman said to Ellie, ‘’Thank you ma’am. It’s been a while since we had a proper meal.’’ Seeing Joel trying to be kind was hilarious to Y/N, she nodded when he looked at her, ‘’Actually,  I don’t think I’ve have had a proper meal, this is fucking amazing.’’

Joel and Y/N at the same time with the same rhythm warned Ellie, which made Tommy smile, ‘’Let’s mind our manners.’’

Ellie was right, the food was fucking amazing, and it had been months since they had warm meal. After few discussions they learned that the woman’s name was Maria and they were married. Y/N noticed the golden rings but didn’t want to assume anything, however Joel seemed lost for words when he learned the news, ‘’Oh shit, congrats.’’ Ellie said, she genuinely seemed happy for them, ‘’Congratulations!’’ Y/N was also happy for them even though she didn’t know them. They seemd happily married and most people didn’t get to experience that, still, Joel was silent and looking at Tommy with a shocked expression, ‘’Joel, say congrats.’’ Ellie whispered, ‘’Congrats.’’ He shortly replied. He didn’t sound happy. Tommy, in order to change the subject spoke, ‘’Maybe I should congratulate you too.’’ He gestured to Ellie and Y/N.

Immediately her cheeks got heated, this was the third time people thought that they were a family. Joel liked the warm fuzzy feeling of being a part of a family even though his face didn’t show it. Y/N cleared her throat but none of them said anything against it. Ellie was occupied with eating that she probably didn’t hear them, Joel and Y/N exchanged looks, she didn’t know what he was thinking but the fact that he didn’t correct Tommy made her feel like she belonged to something or rather someone… ‘’How ‘bout a tour?’’ Tommy was good at changing the topic.

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