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lanadelnegan · 8 months

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Hi I’m kinda shy about this one. So the reader has been traveling with dead city cowboy Negan for awhile and she’s liked him for a long time but she’s a virgin and she wants him to take it.

Don't be shy bb, I am a slutttt for dead city Negan. Basically, think of this as if you were in Ginny's shoes, but you're 18.

Our Little Cabin

Dead City!Negan x Reader

Warnings: smut, 18+, NSFW, virgin reader, vaginal sex, fingering, family death (reader's mom), reader seduces the hell out of negan, extreme age-gap (reader is 18, negan is 50ish), masturbating (both), masturbating in front of Negan while he refuses to touch you, daddy-kink, breeding kink, cuddling, pure filth

A/n: If you like slow burn, sexual tension and a "hard to get" daddy Negan, this one is for you. I promise one day I'll finally write a fic without daddy-kink, but today is not that day.

"Can we go home now, Negan? My legs hurt." I complain, dragging my feet lazily through the leaves.

He stops and sighs, resting his hands on his hips. I stop too and stare at him. That damn cowboy hat.. I swear he wears it just to tease me.. and it's working.

"Yeah, doll. Sun'll be going down soon anyway."

"Ugh thank god." My head falls back dramatically and he chuckles as we start our way back.

Negan took me under his wing a few months ago when some assholes attacked Oceanside, killing my family and everyone I know. I was lucky - if you wanna call it that - enough to escape. I ran into Negan in the woods and it's just been me and him ever since. I'm thankful for him, considering I never had a dad or father figure growing up. My mom was my best friend.. and now she's gone. But at least I have him.

I've grown attached to Negan over the recent months.. But something feels.. different lately. I'm not sure what suddenly changed over the last few weeks, but I've caught myself imagining things about him that I shouldn't. Even touching myself to the thought of him. I feel so guilty afterwards, but I can't stop. I've never been with anyone.. never kissed anyone.. never touched anyone. And my body is screaming at me for it. I can't even look at him anymore without imagining what he looks like under his clothes.

"Why're you so quiet, kid?" He glances at me as we walk.

Ugh, I hate it when he calls me kid.

I shrug. "Just thinkin'."

"About?"

"Doesn't matter." And I've convinced myself it doesn't. I'll never be with someone romantically, because for one.. it's the apocalypse. It's not like I have a school full of hot boys lined up ready to ask me to prom. Not that I'd give them a chance anyway. I'd probably be more into the teachers. And second, the man I want would never think of me that way.

"That's not true."

"You don't even know what I'm thinking, so how can you say that?"

"Anything you think about - worry about - matters to me, y/n. So, spill."

We finally make it back to our little cabin. We've been staying in it for awhile, stocking it with food and supplies. No one has found us yet.. It's kinda nice. But I won't get used to it. Because nothing good lasts forever.

I throw myself on the couch dramatically, as if our walk that we've done a hundred times now could've killed me.

"I don't know... I just, I feel like most kids - people - my age have already experienced more in life that I have."

"Like?"

"Sex." I blurt before I can stop myself. I look to Negan to see his reaction, but he's surprisingly not that alarmed. His eyebrows are raised as he studies me, probably more shocked that I actually had the balls to say that in front of him.

"Listen, I don't really feel comfortable doing the whole birds and bees talk with you."

My cheeks turn pink with embarrassment and I nod disappointedly.

"Sorry, it's just.. I - no one's really talked to me about it before. My mom said she would when I was ready.. but then she.. she.." I fight back the tears. I hate crying. You can't come across weak in the times we live in and I've been forced to be strong my entire life.

He looks at me finally and sighs, holding his arm out for me to come snuggle next to him. It's not the first time he's held me as I've cried over my mom. Won't be the last.

I bury my head in his chest, sniffling, as his hand rubs my back.

"Alright, kid. What do you wanna know?" He gives in, feeling sorry for me.

"Well, I know how it works, but I guess I just wanna know what it feels like." I feel him tense underneath me as he adjusts himself awkwardly.

"No boyfriends at Oceanside?"

"There were boys.. but none that I was interested in."

"You'll find someone when the time is right. You're still young."

"Well you don't have anyone, and you're.. not young."

"Jeez, kid. Thanks." He chuckles. "I did have someone. A few someone's actually. Lost them all to this cruel world." He admits and my heart hurts for him.

"Well, you have me now." I get more comfortable, laying my head in his lap and looking up at him. He shifts uncomfortably but eventually relaxes and even strokes my hair lightly.

"Yeah, I do. And nothing is going to happen to you. You're safe with me, doll." Butterflies swirl around in stomach, but I know he doesn't mean that in the way I wish he did. He sees me as a kid.. hell, as his kid. For a moment my heart sinks from jealously at the "someones" he mentioned. Lucky bitches.

"...Negan.. does it.. feel good?" I blush a little.

"Sex? .....Yeah, doll. It fucking feels good."

"Will you.. show me?" I stare up at him innocently and his hand abruptly stops stroking my hair.

He bends over, planting a kiss on my forehead. "Time for bed, darlin'." He pushes me gently up and off his lap before standing and heading to his room. The cabin is small but we each have our own rooms. His is the smaller one, right across from mine. He wanted me to have the bigger one.

I sit on the couch, feeling defeated and stupid. What was I thinking. I relax on the couch for a little longer, choosing to read a book to take my mind off what just happened. After an hour of barely keeping my eyes open, I close the book and head down the hall towards my room. I stop in front of Negan's door, peaking through the crack. He always leaves his door a few inches open just so he can hear if anything happens. My eyes widen when I notice the sheets are barely covering the lower half of his legs, revealing the rest of his body. His tan torso is exposed, showing his peppery chest hair, and his black boxers are low on his waist. I restrain myself from not jumping him right then.

I eventually make my way back to my room and change out of my clothes, throwing on some shorts and a tank top to sleep in. I can't get the image of Negan's body out of my head and find my hand slowly making its way towards my aching center once I'm finally in bed. I close my eyes, imaging Negan between my legs as I touch myself. I don't bother suppressing my moans, confident that Negan is fully asleep. "Mmm, Negan!" The sound of his name rolling off my tongue as I'm pleasuring myself brings me closer to the edge.

"Oh, Negan. Right there!" My door suddenly swings open and I snap my eyes open to see a worried Negan standing in my doorway.. still in his boxers. My hand flies out of my shorts and I throw the sheets over me.

"Oh my god, can you knock?!"

"I - you yelled for me." He says flustered. I notice the way his face reddens when he realizes what I was doing.

I gently pull the covers off me again and spread my legs a little.

"What are you doing, y/n?" He stands in front of me at the doorway, refusing to look at anything other than my eyes. That's okay.. I bet I can make him look at me down there. I like the challenge.

"What's it look like?" My bite the tip of my finger seductively at him before sliding my shorts to the side, completely revealing my pussy to him.

He glances down with a serious look across his face, like he can't believe I'm doing this. And neither can I. This is so unlike me, but I'm so desperate for him I don't even know how to control myself anymore.

The fact that he's still watching encourages me to continue. I use one hand to pull my shorts to the side and the other to slowly slide a finger through my wet slit. "I just wanna know what it feels like, daddy."

I study him closely, noticing the way his jaw ticks at the nickname. My eyes travel lower and I see his bulge through his boxers. It looks so big, but I'd be determined to make it fit no matter what.

My finger dips inside of me and I arch my back a little and moan, putting on a show for him. He stands with his back against the wall, refusing to move.

I start rubbing my clit slowly and get frustrated when he still isn't reacting. "Negan, please touch me."

He rubs a hand down his face with frustration. "Goddamn it, y/n."

"I just.. I need you. Please." I cringe at my desperate attempt to have him touch me. I need this man so bad it's embarrassing.

"I can't, baby."

"But you like watching me, don't you?"

I take it as a yes when he doesn't say anything and that's all I need before pushing myself over the edge. "Negan!" I cry out as my orgasm rushes through me. Even in the dark, I can see the lust burning through his eyes.

"Go to bed, y/n." He demands but I'm unable to read his tone. Is he mad, proud, annoyed?

I fall asleep at the thought of him giving in and touching me. Maybe if I think hard enough, I'll manifest it.. I heard that shit really works.

Negan's POV:

That girl is gonna be the fucking death of me.

She's been so flirty with me lately and I've been trying to ignore it. But fuck if she's not making it hard. Literally.. I'm hard as a fucking rock right now.

I refuse to touch my dick while thinking about her. She's thirty-fucking-three years younger than me for fuck's sake.

She's confused. She doesn't want me, and she damn sure isn't getting me. Apocalypse or not, it's still fucking wrong.

I drag a hand down my face and sigh. I shouldn't have watched her, but I couldn't look away. She flashed her fucking pussy right in my face and I just stood there.. watching her. Fuck me.

My dick is throbbing and I know I won't be able to sleep until I get some relief. "Fuck it."

I pull myself out of my boxers and immediately start stroking my dick. I think about anything but.. her. Fuck.. y/n. That pretty little wet pussy dripping right in front of me. The way she said my name when she came.

"Ahh, fuuuck. Y/n, fuck." I cum hard and fast and immediately regret it afterwards. Fuck is wrong with me.

I can't - and I won't let myself think about her like that again.

Y/n's POV:

I wake up before Negan and decide to read my book some more in the living room. It's a romance novel that I found one day in an abandoned car. I've read it four times already, but it seems to be the only romance I'll ever get in life, so why the fuck not.

"Morning, sunshine." Negan says sleepily as he walks towards the kitchen next to the living room. He grabs a handful of berries we picked yesterday and tosses them in his mouth before making me a cup full and putting them down next to me.

"Morning. Thanks." I say without looking at him.

He sits on the couch next to me. "You wanna talk about last night?"

My cheeks redden. "Nope."

"Okay, then I will." Great, here comes the lecture. "Y/n, I shouldn't have watched you. We both know that. But, I think you're just confused. It's just been the two of us for months now and you're all young and.. fucking horny and shit. But, us? It can't happen."

I stay silent, pretending to read my book.

"Seriously? The silent treatment? You sure did have a lot to say last night."

I remain stubbornly quiet, popping a handful of berries in my mouth.

"Y/n, I don't understand why you're upset right now. Talk to me."

"I'm not upset." I snap. "I'm embarrassed.. humiliated. I was stupid to think you'd ever be into me."

He sighs and I see his head drop out of the corner of my eye. "Darlin', if I was your age, I'd be all fucking over you. Trust me. Please don't be embarrassed, okay? You are hot as shit and any man your age would be lucky to have you. We can forget it happened if that's what you want." He holds his arm out again, and like always, I snuggle into him.

"I don't want to forget." My hand rests against his white t-shirt and I want so badly to slide underneath it and run my fingers through is tummy hair.

A moment of silence goes by before he finally whispers. "Me neither, doll."

I look up at him, my face dangerously close to his. "I love you, Negan."

His hand reaches up to caress my face as if he's scared to hurt me. "I love you too, baby... Just not like that."

He wipes the tear that falls from my cheek and my heart shatters in my chest.

One month later...

My feelings for Negan haven't faded; I'm just better at not showing them. We've been more touchier than usual... cuddling on the couch, holding hands when we walk, but nothing "inappropriate." We also haven't mentioned that night. It's like it never happened, which still hurts when I think about it.

I get done bathing myself off after dinner and slip into my usual sleepwear before crashing to the bed and pulling my book from the nightstand. I could quote every line in it by now.

I start to drift off right before a loud boom hits right outside my window, following a bright flash of lightning. I try to fall asleep, but every time I doze off, another loud boom jolts me awake. I toss and turn for an hour before deciding to do something I know I shouldn't.

I crack Negan's door open slowly, trying not to wake him and gently slip into bed next to him. I also may or may not have taken my sleep shorts off, leaving me in just my pink panties and black tank top. I ease underneath the covers and lay facing him. He's usually a light sleeper, so between the thunder and me sneaking into his bed, I'm surprised he's not awake.

I'm completely still for a good ten minutes, making sure he's still sound asleep before I make any movements. When he lets out a little snore, I slowly slide the blanket down off of him. I imagine myself reaching over and running my fingers through his thick chest hair. I keep sliding the covers down further and further, careful not to wake him, until I get to just below the waistband of his boxers. My eyes trail from the deep v in his abdomen to the black hairs peaking above his underwear and I let myself imagine what it would be like to touch him right now.. to slide my hand down his boxers and feel him. I've wondered how big he is for so long.. trying to steal glimpses of him through his pants when he walks, or catch him with the covers down while he's sleeping.

I decide to pull the covers slightly further down and my mouth gapes open at the sight. He's hard.. so hard that I can see the outline of him through his boxers as it threatens to poke through his underwear. My mouth waters at his size and I know if he ever put it in me, it would definitely hurt like hell.

After I've stared at it long enough to feel like a total creep, my eyes travel back up his body and I almost yelp when I see his head is slightly turned and his eyes are watching me curiously, as if he's been waiting for me to make a move.

"I - uh.. The thunder.. I got scared." I explain.

"Nice try, kid. Go back to bed."

"Negan, please. Just let me sleep here. Nothing weird, I just.. don't wanna be alone."

He sighs and that alone tells me he's going to let me. I hide my excitement as I turn over, facing away from him and snuggling into the covers. They smell like him.. musk and leather.. and the scent makes me practically feral. He's still on his back, but my ass is barely touching his side. It's hardly anything, and it's not like we haven't cuddled before, but the thought of my ass so close to him sets my insides on fire.

Another lightning strike hits outside his window this time and I flinch a little, not purposely meaning for my ass to press into him even more. He doesn't react and I wonder if he's already asleep.

"Negan...?" I say softly.

"Hm?"

"Will you hold me?"

"Y/n, you are seriously pushing it. Go to sleep."

a few minutes go by before another boom echoes in the distance and I jump a little again.

He sighs heavily and turns over, draping his arm over my waist and pressing his body firmly against mine. His dick is pressed against my ass, but it's not as hard anymore... and that hurts a little.

"Go to fucking sleep."

I hold his hand tightly against my lower stomach and embrace this moment with him. I want him so bad that I can literally feel my vagina throbbing. If it could speak, it would be meowing like a cat in heat right now. I close my eyes and imagine him sliding in me from behind. I get a little too lost in the thought and accidentally arch a little, grinding my ass further into him. I feel him grow to full length against me and the feeling is enough for me to squeeze my legs together, desperate for some pressure down there.

"Where the fuck are your shorts?" He says in a deep and sleepy voice.

I giggle as he breathes heavily into my neck before whispering again.

"What the hell am I gonna do with you, baby?"

"Touch me?"

"I'm already touching you, y/n. My fucking dick is basically between your ass cheeks."

"Not yet.. my panties are in the way." I slip my panties off my legs smoothly and discard them on the floor.

"Y/n." He warns but before he can tell me no, I'm bare from the waist down and pressing my ass back against him.

"Trying to give this old man a heart attack?" He chuckles deeply.

"I can try harder than that if you want me to." I tease.

"Fuck, baby. Go to sleep before I do something we'll both regret."

"Like what?"

"...Like pound that pussy so fucking good you'll never think about another man's cock but mine."

"If you love me, wouldn't you want to be the one to give that to me for the first time? Wouldn't you rather it be you than some asshole who doesn't care about me."

He doesn't answer, so I keep pressing him. I place my hand back on top of his resting against my stomach and slowly slide it lower towards my aching center.

"Don't start something you can't finish, darlin'."

"Oh, I'm very determined to finish." I spread my legs apart slightly to guide his hand over my wet center. His middle finger easily slides between my slippery folds and we both moan at the feeling.

"Goddamn. Fucking dripping for daddy. He growls in my ear before leaning up a little and pressing his lips to my neck from behind. I move my hand from his, letting him take control - finally.

His finger moves back and forth between my wet slit, gliding over my clit every few seconds and making me moan each time. His other hand slips under me and up to my neck, gently squeezing my throat.

"This what you wanted, baby?" He breathes in my ear and chills spread over every inch of my skin.

I nod quickly as I feel my orgasm build from just his light touch. He hasn't even put a finger in me and I'm already on the verge of tears.

As soon as his finger rubs tiny circles over my clit, I lose it.. moaning out for him.

"Thaaat's it, cum for daddy, babygirl."

"Negan!" I scream out as his hand goes from my neck to my mouth, muffling the sound.

"Don't need the dead hearing us, doll."

He kisses my neck once I've soaked his fingers and then brings them to his mouth.

"Mmm, fuck, this pussy tastes so good I might have to eat it everyday."

I turn around in his arms to face him. My hand goes up to hold his face and my fingers play with his gray hair. He kisses my forehead before meeting my gaze.

"This is so wrong, baby." He strokes my cheek gently.

"Can't be wrong if it feels this good."

He tilts my chin up to press his lips against mine. It's so much better than I ever imagined. He knows exactly what he's doing, and even though I've never kissed anyone, he takes the lead and I'm thankful for it. I moan into his mouth when he deepens the kiss, his hand gripping the back of my neck now. The feeling of is tongue in my mouth makes me clench my legs again, and I think he notices because his hand on my neck travels lower until it reaches the back of my thigh. He lifts my leg over his and his hand slides to my ass, squeezing lightly before his long fingers tease my entrance from behind.

His dick is pressed into me painfully and I can't wait any longer. I need to touch him. Feel him inside me.

I reach my hand inside his boxers and pull out his big, hard cock. I try looking at it under the covers between us.

"You've never seen a dick before, doll?"

I shake my head no and admire him. It's so perfect.

He closes his eyes as I stroke it. "Fuck. So innocent, baby."

He kisses my neck while I pull on him even more. "You sure you want this, baby?"

I nod. "Yes, please. I've been wanting this for so long, Negan."

He lines himself up at my opening, my leg still draped over his so that he's in between my legs.

"Once we do this, you're mine darlin'."

"I'm already yours."

That's all he needs to hear to finally push the tip past my opening. I've never had anything inside of me other than a finger, and the feeling of his thick head pushing through me and stretching my walls has my mouth falling open.

"Tell me to stop, baby."

"No, keep going. Please." I beg.

He slides deeper and deeper until he's buried inside me completely. He stays still, letting me adjust. and kisses me through the pain. A pain that feels so good. I kiss him back hard, scratching his back while grinding my waist pathetically against him repeatedly. I moan in his ear and give him the go ahead to start moving. He fucks me deep and slow at first, letting me get used to him.

"So fucking tight baby."

He growls in my ear and vibration of his deep voice sends chills through me again until my pussy flutters around him.

"Holy fuck, doll. Do that again."

I squeeze my cunt around him again and he lets out the hottest moan I've ever heard. Not that I've heard a man moan before, but I just know that his are the hottest.

"I won't last if you keep doing that, baby." He warns and the thought of him shooting his load inside me has my head spinning.

After a few more thrusts that have my eyes rolling to the back of my head, I feel myself reaching my orgasm again and hold him against me so I can grind against him and ride it out.

"Negan, Negan, oh my god.” I breathe out as I push myself so hard against him that my clit rubs against his pubic bone creating the friction I need to send me over the edge.

"Goddamn." He thrusts into me faster and harder. "Gonna make me fucking cum already, baby." He tries to pull out but you tighten your leg around him so he can't pull away.

"Cum in me, Negan. Please." I cry desperately. "I love you. I want all of you."

He kisses me hard before his hips come to a halt. He practically yells out when he shoots his load deep inside me. "Ah, fuck! Babyyy."

The sound of Negan cumming is even hotter than his moaning from earlier - I didn't think it could get any better but holy shit. We're both a tangled, sweaty mess while our hearts beat out of our chest.

We eventually fall asleep with our lips still touching and his softening dick still inside me.

I don't even worry about the possibility of what could happen in the future.. I know I'm safe with Negan.. Here in our little cabin. He gently strokes my hair as we drift back off to sleep.

BOOM. The thunder crashes outside again, but this time I don't even flinch.

"You're not scared of thunder, are you, doll?"

I smile against his chest. "...No."

The End.

Brb, going to take an ice bath.

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starsomens · 8 months

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at this point imma just need an entire slowburn series about noah becoming a dad 🫠

YUUUHHHHH HERE IT IS i went a lil ham on this

finding out

Usually you're both careful with these things and sometimes you even take a morning after pill just to be sure. Although you've had times where you were reckless and nothing happened out of pure luck! so you have some pregnancy tests at home, obviously to clear things up if your period was late .

So it was actually late one night and Noah was just playing around with his guitar, making some tunes and you come in with some surprising news

"Hey sunshine" he smiles and puts the guitar down

"Hey so uh....I got something to share with you...something really shocking" you said sitting down on the bed

"From 1-10" he spun his chair to face you

"A 50....maybe more" you admit

"Hm, well lay it on me," he says coming over to sit with you on the bed

You pull out the pregnancy test and hand it to him "I uh....I'm pregnant" you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding. Your hands were shaking and you didn't know why you were so nervous.

"..baby wait. Y-you're serious?? You're pregnant?!" he asked taking the test and examining it. "Holy shit! What?!" he was way more excited than you thought he would be

"You..you're happy about-"

"Of course I am! I put a baby in you! You're gonna be a mom...I'm gonna be a...I'm gonna be a dad? Holy shit" he was

HE is so happy :)) he just holds you and kisses your face all over

"Oh my sunshine, you are just...ugh I don't know. I love you" he said as he kissed your lips "and I love you too" he said laying his hands on your stomach that still hasn't started growing

During

He's attached to your side FOR ANYTHING!

Morning sickness? Already has water ready for you, and even a light breakfast. Need someone to cuddle for you 5th nap of the day? He's got the softest blankets ready for you

He goes to your very first appointment and he can't stop jittering around. He's very excited for it all to unfold

He knew babies started tiny, but it was so tiny! Smaller than his pinky, he looked like a kid in a candy store. It was honestly so adorable

"Okay we need to start picking names, uh clothes! Uh things for the nursery, OH! I can get them lil ski masks to match with me!" he is so excited it made the experience so much better

he is VERY excited to tell the boys! But because of his line of work he had to tell them at one point or another. However I think he becomes very strict with you just so that the pregnancy goes smoothly

He waited for you to pass the 1st trimester to bring you with him one day to tell the boys about the news. Once you were all together you had Bryan secretly ready with his camera to capture reactions

"So before we tell you guys the news we got you all a little something" you hand a large bag to them and they reach inside to pull out shirts. They let them fall open and Jolly reads his out loud

"World's best Uncles" it took them a hot second to piece it together then Nick gasped

"NO FUCKING WAY! NO WAY! WHAT??" a chain reaction happened and they all caught on with wide eyes and large smiles. Bryan's camera shuttering in the background capturing the moment

They all hug and congratulate you both, they were all happy for you and super excited to be uncles to your lil baby on the way. So he had things set up with his team and gave your estimated delivery date because he wanted those days off and unavailable to be with you, including the first 3 months before being more active again

He would 100000% try and keep you out of the eye of the paparazzi or social platforms for your safety and privacy.

Now that you're entering your second trimester, your bump is starting to show and he LOVES IT!!! He takes pictures at the end of every week to document the growth. Now that you do have a visible bump his hands are always on it. he Just love to in some way be in contact with your bump.

He has a recording of their heartbeat on his phone, and yes he has put it into a song he has been working on! He love the heartbeat so much that he bought his own little machine to hear the heartbeat whenever you both wanted

Whenever you take naps his face is near your bump, telling them stories, humming songs and just having conversations with them

"And when I first saw mommy I was too scared to go and talk to her because she was so pretty, but now we're here waiting for you to come. You're gonna love her! MAybe not as much as me but you're going to love her!"

KISSES TO YOU TUMMY :)) whenever he has to step out, or in the morning or before bed he always gives you a kiss and your bump a kiss

Massages your body because he knows you get sore

He will always be the voice of reason when you tell him you're getting fat and he tells you there is a huge difference between fat and pregnant. And how even though you looked like "a fat marshmallow" you were still super sexy

Finding out the gender was very fun! Once you had the gender it was given to Nick and they got to plan it! It was a very small, very intimate gathering. Just the boys, some friends and family. When the time came they had planned something simple but , useful! they had bought a small wardrobe for the baby and inside all the items were either pink or blue.

On the count of 3 you and Noah undid the large bow holding the door together and slowly opened the doors

The wardrobe opened and the inside was a beautiful pastel pink!

Everyone cheered and Noah was ecstatic held you close

"We're having a girl! Oh god, we're having a girl Y/N!" he kissed your forehead "jesus I think I'm gonna cry" he chuckled as his eyes in fact welled up with tears

Looking inside the wardrobe he smiled at the adorable dress, jumpsuits, hoodies and plushies. He could feel his heart doing cartwheels in his chest.

The rest of the reveal was spent talking with everyone, getting best wishes and even some tips from some family. While Noah was speaking with his friends he looked over a you and just admired you. You smile, the way your hands sat on your bump, your baby bump that he now knew held your daughter

"...I told you he was far gone" he heard Folio

"Mhm, he's whipped"

"I am happily whipped for your information"

you now had just a month to get things in order and ready for your new arrival. Noah had the crib built and nursery ready, you packed an overnight bag for you both in case you had to stay at the hospital. Baby seat was installed and you even made prep meals together

"I don't think I ever thought I'd get this big" you said as you pocked at your bump

"baby that's good! Means our princess is growing healthy in there!"

"Thought I was your princess" you tease him

"You were, now you're my queen who's carrying the princess"

Loves to watch you waddle around the house and be stubborn on getting help when you need it

"...do you want me to-"

"No I got it!" you said struggling to reach something on the shelf. you used to reach just fine, but someone was currently in the way. You gave in and let him get it for you. he kissed your head and said

"Don't worry she's almost here"

After/birth

You had a birth plan and so far it was all going right! Labor started the night before your due date and you labored at home before heading for the hospital. You tried getting as much rest as you could

Now Noah? Noah was crying, screaming, smiling, throwing up, running, passing out....all in his head. But on the outside you don't know how he was staying so calm.

there are a lot of people who insisted that natural was the best way, but you honestly wanted a smooth and less stressful so you went for the epidural. You got there in time and your epidural was scheduled for later on.

Noah held your hand, walked around the room with you, massaged your back and was just your rock through the entire thing. He texted the guys to let them know their niece would be coming very soon.

"How you feeling sunshine?" "Do you need water?" "Should I call the nurse?" "Breath babe you got this"

Once you were clear for the epidural, things felt a lot lighter, the contractions were very mild and you felt like things were going a lot better than you anticipated

Once it was time to actually deliver you felt every emotion all at once. You were scared but excited, and happy but also nervous

"We're going to finally meet her!" he whisper yelled as he stood next to your and held your hand

"I know I'm....really nervous but happy!" you admit

"I know baby, but you got this, come on ready?"

The entire delivery took about an hour to an hour an half but you delivered a healthy baby girl. Strong lungs filled the room with cries. You cried, Noah cried you finally had your baby with you. She was here, laying on your chest, crying loudly

"strong lungs just like her daddy" you joke smiling at Noah

"You did so good sunshine" he kissed your head "She so beautiful, I couldn't ask for more"

After things had died down, you had fallen asleep after being tended to and your baby was fed. Noah took his advantage and had some skin to skin with her. She was so tiny compared to his much larger chest

His hand covered her completely, like a blanket and shielded her from the world. He never knew he could feel this type of love before. He loved you so deeply and now he is feeling that same love for this little baby that laid on his chest

"I love you princess. daddy loves you so so much"

he didn't notice you had woken up and taken pictures of him with the baby. That wallpaper was not going to be changed any time soon

He did make a post about it to his story with a picture of her tiny foot against his tattooed skin that read "welcome a new sebastian <3"

#noah sebastian #bad omens #bad omens cult #star’s anons✨#noahsebastian #noah sebastian x reader

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lazyneonrabbitt · 7 months

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Could I possibly request a Gallzatto x Reader about the trio planning their girls first birthday?

The planning would be absolute chaos. Also I hate planning so I hope I did this justice!!

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The three of you sat around the coffee table, debating about the upcoming birthday of your twin daughters.

By now all you had agreed on was the dlower theme to match their names. One wanted a big party, the other something small, and the last really wanted to go to bed since it was 1AM already and you weren't a single step closer to completing this planner.

"Can we puhleeease just decide on the cake and call it a day? I need sleep, I have work tomorrow.." You whined at them and dropped your head onto your crossed arms.

"Seriously if you don't decide right now I'm calling Marcus and do it myself."

"Chocolate cake, obviously."

"Vanilla, for sure."

"Alright screw this. I'm off to bed." You grabbed your mug and brought it to the sink before going past the table again to kiss both boys goodnight and head off. "Goodnight you two."

A defeated sigh left Lip's lips. "I don't get why she's so moody about all of this." He looked over the list of things that still needed to be decided on with multiple scribbled notes at the sides.

"The girls' birthday is nice, but you're forgetting that day was a nightmare come true for their mom." Carmen's comment had Lip take back his complaint, he felt bad remembering how you'd wake up crying night after night in the first weeks after the babies were born.

"How about half chocolate half vanilla for the cake?" Lip had taken a new piece of paper and scribbled a wonky looking cake shape, splitinto two half circles with one end saying 'vanilla' and 'chocolate' on the other. He kept writing on each side, ending with the girls' names on either side and their favorite color decorations written down as well. He turned the paper and slid it over to Carmy to inspect.

"Yeah, looks good to me. We'll ask momma tomorrow." Carmy took your list and checked off the cake bit. They moved on to the next box: drinks. A small 'alcohol?' Next to it as a means to ask the boys later. "I know I can keep my hands off it now. I'm in a good place"

So they agree on a small 'yes' next to your question, count how many people gou plan to invite and write down the amount of drinks to order for the bigger and smaller guest amount options.

A little "run by mom" note next to it in a bright color.

"Do we get their flowers for decoration?"

"What snacks are we getting? And, buying or preparing them ourselves?"

The questions that come along with your written list each took a short while to answer now that they each finally set aside the ideal birthdays they had in mind and listened to what the other had to bring to the table. They know they're stubborn and have butt heads from time to time. Hell, it led to you leaving them to figuring this out on their own just now.

"We should get momma something too."

They discussed some more before calling it a night and going to sleep.

The next morning you wormed yourself out from between them and out of bed to head to work. Your morning routine was a simple one with Rose and Lily being the easiest kids ever when it came to breakfast. You woke, fed and burped each one before putting them back to bed and gurning the volume on the baby monitor all the way up so your boys would wake up if the girls got fussy.

On your way past the dinner table you found almost the entire birthday planned out from decorations to guest lists and drinks. You only had time for a quick glance so leaving a little "let's look after dinner" note was your final action before heading out.

Together you gave everything a once-over and settled on all the details fairly quickly that evening and the party was better than expected with so many lovely gifts from both Carmy's and Lip's families. Flower themed cake and little cupcakes were available as your little girls were pampered and smothered with cuddles and kisses from everyone.

After the party was over and the girls were asleep you happily cleaned up together and went off to bed. The boys wanted to have one last smoke before joining you and came in with a small box wrapped in a little bow.

"We know today is our baby girls' day," Lip started as he sat down on one side of the bed.

"But you deserve something special too." Carmy added as he sat down on the opposite side and handed you the small box.

Opening the box you couldn't keep your eyes off the thin gold chain with an engraved heart shaped pendant on it.

The front read 'Momma' in a beatiful cursive lettering, and the back had both Lip and Carmy's full names on them.

#sometimes i write #gallzatto x reader #carmen berzatto #lip gallagher #carmy berzatto #carmen berzatto x reader #lip gallagher x reader #carmy berzatto x reader #the bear #shameless

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nicoline1998enilocin · 7 months

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🎃Halloween request from little you🎃

You can decide if you want to use RDJ, Sebastian/Bucky, or Chris, but could you write a oneshot where the person, reader, and their kid walk from house to house and collect sweets there. Then the person and the kid are suddenly disappeared and Reader searches them and they scare the Reader and she teases the person then a bit?

If you write it thank you, big me. If not it's also oke💞💞

Trick or treat! 🎃

PAIRING | Husband!Dad!Bucky Barnes x Wife!Mom!Female!Reader

WORD COUNT | 1.9K

SUMMARY | Your son is very excited to go trick or treating and insists on dressing up like Iron Man. With the help of Tony, he gets the best costume he could ever wish for, and he couldn't be happier. On Halloween night, he decides to pull a small prank on you, and it warms your heart to see your boy in his element, right alongside your husband, Bucky.

WARNING(S) | This is your official trigger warning. Do not proceed if any of these topics upset you. Established relationship (Husband and wife), use of pet names (Buddy, Pumpkin, Little Man, doll), very light angst, implied smut.

A/N | Thank you for the sweet request @buckys-wintersoldier, I had a lot of fun while writing this one, and it's one of the fluffiest pieces I've written in a while! I hope you enjoy it just as much as I did when writing it 🖤

Likes, comments and reblogs will be very much appreciated 🧡

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''Daddy? Can we go trick-or-treating this year for Halloween?'' Quinn asks as he excitedly bounces on the balls of his feet, something he always does when he gets excited.

''Of course, we can do that, Buddy,'' Bucky answers excitedly; it's one of his favorite traditions ever since he was a kid, but now he always pulls out all the stops, not just for himself but also for his son.

''If you two want to trick or treat, you should come up with a costume idea for this year!'' you say as you walk into the dining room where your husband and son are seated for dinner.

Quinn pulled the cutest face as he thought long and hard about his costume, and he was silent during most of the dinner as he kept mulling it over while you and Bucky kept up a light conversation together.

''I think I know what I want to be for Halloween,'' he says as he finishes his last bite of pasta.

''Yeah?''

''I want to be Iron Man!'' he says with a gleeful look, and Bucky's face falls from enthusiasm to horror before turning to you, and you can't help but laugh uncontrollably at the face Bucky makes when raising his eyebrow.

''What did you do to our son?!'' Bucky whispers to you before turning back to Quinn.

''Are you sure you want to go as Iron Man? Maybe you could be Captain America or even Hawkeye!'' Bucky tries, but to no avail; his son is deadset on wanting to be Iron Man for Halloween.

With a small sigh, Bucky agrees, and Quinn jumps up from his chair to fly around Bucky's neck, thanking him countless times from pure happiness.

''However, you can be Iron Man on one condition. Since Halloween is only a few weeks away, you must do all your chores and go to bed without protest so you can stay up a little longer on Halloween night. Is that understood?'' Bucky asks, and Quinn nods.

''Yes, Daddy,'' he says before you take him for a shower and get ready for bed.

''Mommy?'' Quinn asks as you dry him off after his shower, and he looks up at you expectantly.

''Yes, Pumpkin?'' you say, and he gives you a smile that lights up the entire room.

''Can we ask Uncle Tony for help with my Iron Man costume?'' he asks expectantly. You can't say no when he's so enthusiastic about it, so you promise to take him on Saturday; he must get through one more day of school first.

As you had expected, Quinn got up bright and early, and you were still enjoying some much-needed cuddles and soft kisses with Bucky when your bedroom door swung open. You couldn't help but smile as you heard the pitter-patter of his feet on their way to your bed.

''Mommy! Daddy! We're going to see Uncle Tony today!'' he exclaimed as he climbed into your bed, and after one more small peck on Bucky's lips, you made room for your son to wiggle in between the two of you.

''Yeah, we are! But remember what Mommy said? Uncle Tony is only in his lab this afternoon, so we will have to wait a few more hours to visit him,'' Bucky says, and Quinn sighs but agrees nevertheless.

The rest of the morning, all three of you spend in bed together while cuddling and watching a movie together until it's finally time to get out of bed and get ready for lunch.

Quinn had breakfast in bed in the form of strawberry slices, so the bridge until lunchtime would be smaller for him.

''Okay, let's go Pumpkin! Get ready for lunch, and afterward, we're taking you to see Uncle Tony,'' you say, and as fast as he climbs into your bed, he's also out of your bed, and you can share a few more minutes in peace with Bucky.

''I'll go shower. Would you mind preparing lunch with him?'' you ask, and Bucky happily nods as he gets up, too, but can't help but stare as you undress in the bathroom before closing the door with a wink.

When you're done with your shower, you get dressed in a cozy outfit since it's quite a drive from your house to the Avengers Compound, and the weather is most definitely getting chillier every day.

Bucky opted to wear matching outfits with Quinn, and when you walk into the kitchen, your heart melts at the sight. Bucky is such a sweet dad; he loves your son more than anything, which is evident now.

''You look adorable together!'' you say as you kiss Quinn's cheek, followed by Bucky's cheek, before getting the plates and cutlery ready for lunch.

They made grilled cheese sandwiches with tomato soup, which was gone in no time. And then it was finally time to visit Tony in his lab, about which Quinn couldn't be any more excited.

''COME ON MOMMY! We're seeing Uncle Tony soon!'' As soon as you're ready, you go to the car with both your boys and have arrived at the Compound before you know it.

''Remember, we have to be polite at Uncle Tony's lab. You must knock on the door and always say hi to him, no matter how happy you are, okay?'' you say to Quinn, and he nods in understanding.

When you're in front of the glass door to Tony's lab, Quinn softly knocks, and Tony looks up, immediately smiling when he sees all three of you standing there.

''Come in!'' he says, and Quinn swings the door open, which would have shattered the other glass windows if Bucky hadn't stopped the door in time.

''Hi Uncle Tony!'' he says as he runs over to him, and Tony picks him up effortlessly for a big hug. It always makes you happy to see how well he gets along with all the other Avengers.

''Hi, Little Man! What can I help you with today?'' Tony asks as he puts him down. Quinn is bouncing in front of him as he looks at Tony expectantly when asking his essential question.

''I want to be Iron Man for Halloween, and Mommy said I could ask you for help with my costume, so would you please help me?'' he asks, and just like everyone else, Tony can not say no when Quinn asks it so politely, so he's more than happy to help him.

And that's how either you or Bucky found yourself in Tony's lab during most dinners the next few weeks while Tony works on a working Iron Man costume with Quinn, and the night before Halloween, it is done.

''Shall we both wear them and let Mommy take a picture for Daddy?'' Tony asks, and Quinn happily nods because Bucky is still away for a mission but should return in the morning.

Tony activates his Iron Man costume, and you take a picture, sending it to Bucky and the rest of the Avengers. Quinn thanks Tony a thousand more times, and that evening, he sleeps like a log after all the excitement of the last few weeks.

It is Halloween night, and you're out trick or treating with Bucky and Quinn in his Iron Man suit. Bucky asked Steve if he could borrow his suit and shield to be Captain America, and you're wearing a female version of Bucky's Winter Soldier outfit after lots of conversations and making sure he's okay with it.

You've already been past several houses, and Quinn's pumpkin-shaped bucket was getting pretty full. When the door opens, Quinn happily says ''trick or treat!'' and all three of you get compliments on your outfits.

Suddenly, you hear your name behind you, and you turn around to see Eva, one of the other parents of Quinn's class, walking over to you.

''How are you doing? I feel like I haven't seen you in a while,'' she says, and you talk about how busy you and Bucky have been with missions lately, and you're so wrapped up in your conversation that you don't notice Quinn and Bucky sneak away.

''Alright, we have to go through. I'll see you later,'' you say before turning around, but to your surprise, you don't see either of your men anywhere, increasing your heartbeat.

They're hiding behind a bush, not far away, and when you're close, Quinn jumps up with a roar; you get scared, but when you see the two of them, you instantly feel better.

''You two scared me! But I'm glad to have you both back in one piece though,'' you say, and you continue trick or treating until Quinn's bucket is full.

''I didn't know you would get that scared Mommy! I thought the Avengers never got scared!'' Quinn asks, but you shake your head.

''Even Avengers can get scared sometimes, especially when their favorite Pumpkin suddenly goes missing with their Daddy,'' you say as you crouch down.

''I'm sorry, Mommy, I did not want to scare you,'' Quinn says, and he hugs you tightly before giving a wet kiss on your cheek.

''It's okay, Pumpkin, just don't ever scare Mommy like that again, okay?'' you say, and he nods, so you kiss him on the tip of his nose.

When you're done trick or treating for the night, all three of you get changed into your matching Halloween onesies before you let Bucky and Quinn take their place on the couch as you make hot chocolate for all three of you.

Of course, there are extra marshmallows for the two men and just a sprinkle of cinnamon to give them something special. Bucky already has some snacks, and The Nightmare Before Christmas is lined up, ready to watch.

Quinn doesn't even make it through half the film before he falls asleep, so Bucky brings him to bed, telling you to sit and enjoy the quiet for a bit, but you insist on making more hot chocolate for both of you.

''He's completely knocked out there, so it wouldn't surprise me if he sleeps in tomorrow,'' Bucky says as he joins you on the couch, pulling you in for a kiss now that you are alone.

You aren't shy about PDA in front of Quinn by any means, but you're far closer when it's just the two of you, and you enjoy these moments far more now that they're getting rare.

''I love you,'' you whisper against his lips before capturing them with yours, and he slides his tongue in without warning, making you moan softly.

When he pulls away, you follow his lips with yours, but he's too quick, so you almost fall over, making Bucky laugh uncontrollably.

''Careful, doll, we wouldn't want you hurting yourself on Halloween! People might not know the blood is real if you do!'' he jokes, and you can't help but laugh with him at your clumsiness.

You cuddle into his side with your hot chocolate before continuing the movie, and when that's done, the two of you also head upstairs, ready to call it a night.

When you arrive in your bedroom, Bucky peels your clothing off sensually, and when you're both naked on your bed, he makes sweet love to you for what seems like hours on end until you fall asleep in his arms.

God, Halloween will always be your favorite holiday, and it's only getting better each year.

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes one shot #bucky barnes request #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes fluff #Halloween #spooky season

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kurooo-is-here · 4 months

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Hey I really I like the how the Drayton and Lacey x Elesa’s kid turned out, thanks! I wanted to ask if you could do an expansion on that.

What if the reader started to get eating disorders or unhealthy eating habits trying to live up to their’s mom’s legacy (maybe excessive battling too.)

Also how would they react around their partner pokemon, Zebstrika. How would react if Elesa came for a surprise visit (I headcanon elesa as a good mom since she helped out Bianca in Pokémon black and white)

Oooo, it's been awhile since I wrote about any heavy topics like this. I will go ahead and say though, massive trigger warning for eating disorders. This is all fiction of course, but stay safe out there!

Being Elesa's kid, part 2:

Content Warning: Eating Disorders

Lacey is the first to notice your discomfort. She asks why you're not eating your food, and you respond that you're just not hungry. She lets it go at first, but then she notices that you start to skip even more meals and spend more time training your Pokemon.

Days go by and you haven't eaten anything. One day you mention to her that maybe you're eating too many calories for the day, and she finally has enough. She drags you aside and demands to weigh you, despite your protests.

You've lost... a lot of weight. Too much. Lacey pales as she looks between you and the scale.

"Y/N... We need to get you some help." She says quietly. "This isn't right."

You have an argument with her. You keep insisting you don't need help, that you're perfectly fine-- but Lacey knows you better than that. She points out that your Zebstrika has been looking tired from exhaustion (from excessive training), and that she's worried you've developed an eating disorder. She urges you to get help. You yell at her that she's been ignoring you lately, so maybe she should just mind her own business, because she's much prettier than you anyway.

...There's silence.

"Y/N, is that what this is about?" She asks finally. "What's going on?"

Apparently you had been bullied online after posting pictures of yourself with Lacey and Drayton. They would comment that someone like you didn't deserve to be friends with the likes of them-- they were important people, and you were just some nobody. They made fun of you for being Elesa's kid, saying they couldn't even tell because you looked nothing like your mom.

You had a mental breakdown after showing all of this to Lacey. Drayton came in just then because he heard shouting, and Lacey caught him up on the situation.

Drayton comforts you patiently as you sob into his shoulder, but his blood is boiling on the inside. Those bullies hurt you like this, they tore you apart... He would find them and give them hell.

Using his connections in the school as well as talking to Director Cyrano, he tracks down the bullies. He breaks their spirits in battle, strips them of their ranks, and leaves the rest of their punishment to the director.

Lacey is by your side the entire time, making sure you're taken care of physically and mentally. She wants to scold you, but she decides it can wait. Right now, your health is more important.

When Drayton gets back, he showers you with affection-- kisses, hugs, and cuddling. You fall asleep next to him, exhausted from such a long day.

Drayton swears to protect you. You're his only treasure, after all. He'll guard you with his life.

Elesa visits a week later after she hears the news. She's worried sick, asking you questions and checking your vitals. When you tell her you'll be fine, she starts crying a bit and hugs you.

"Oh darling... You don't need to hide around me. I'm always here for you. You will always be good enough for me." She whispers. You end up crying too, and Elesa makes sure you get the help you need before she departs. She even pays for your therapy.

Your Zebstrika has a bit of trouble trusting you, even after you start getting help. It wore itself out to exhaustion because of your training.

You tell Zebstrika with a heavy heart that if it wants to be with another trainer, you would be more than willing to release it or trade it away. To your surprise though, your Pokemon forgives you.

Zebstrika saw the pain you endured. It heard you cry yourself to sleep at night reading comments online. It wants to stay by your side, just this once.

#pokemon #pokemon scarlet and violet #pokemon drayton #pokemon lacey #pokemon drayton x reader #lacey is your adoptive sister #kuro writes

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evermaze · 1 year

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copycat — lo'ak sully

pairing: lo'ak x reader (platonic)

tags: fluff, lo'ak is a cat, minor violence, almost animal attack, cat, lo'ak is a cat!

wc: 1,8k

summary: where lo'ak meets the reader's cute best friend and finds out they're more alike than he imagined at first.

You and Kiri found Lulu when you were both running around in the lab like the eleven years old kids you were. All it took was one usually locked door to be open for the two of you to get into a place you definitely should not.

The room was full of animals, mostly white rats and hamsters in cages, but you saw it in the corner of your eye, a cat with at least four kittens around her. You immediately ran to their direction, so excited to finally see an earth animal in real life.

“Look Kiri, it's a kitty!” you patted one of the babies’ heads, and heard them meowing. “They're so cute, oh my god.”

“What is it called?” Kiri asked, being curious as always. She immediately loved the tiny unknown animals, and quickly noticed how they lacked a queue to perform tsaheylu. “How are you supposed to make the bond with it?” her head hung to the side, brows furrowed and lips pressed together.

“This is a cat, and these are her kittens”, you said pointing first to the mom and then to her pups. “You don't perform tsaheylu like that,” while eyeing the entire litter, your gaze focused a little too long on the smallest kitten, her fur black with big yellow eyes “they bond with time. You need to give it lots of love, and food too, for a long time. It's just natural.”

Quickly you took the black kitty into your arms, and she was quick to cuddle to your embrace, earning a small giggle from you.

“What should we name her?” you asked, eyes glimmering as you looked to Kiri.

“Her? It's a girl?” you nodded, and kiri looked around the room, like searching for inspiration. “What about Lulu? She’s all black, like a palulukan”

“My baby, Lulu”

5 YEARS LATER

It was finally time for you to go outside with Spider, being only a few weeks since you left with him, but you were so excited to leave it almost seemed like they were keeping you hostage in your own home. The two humans quickly got a breathing mask each before taking off to the forest.

“Hey, wait up!” You screamed as Spider was quick to build a distance between the two of you. After hearing your request, he slowed his pace. While the human boy got all the strong and fast genes, you got the brains, it was nice and all, but not so useful when you're both hurrying up to the village.

“You're so slow, you're like a baby!” He mocked and rolled his eyes, but he couldn't hide the smile when he held your hand to help you. “My lovely baby sister”, he teased.

“By five minutes”, now it was your time to roll your eyes.

When you both finally reached the village, Kiri and Tuk were already waiting for you in front of their family’s tent, big smiles when their eyes finally met the two smaller figures.

“Hey guys”, you said while Tuk raced to give you a hug. Even though she was only seven, she was already the same height as you, if not taller. “Hi Tuk, how is my favorite girl doing?”

You and your twin brother spent the entire afternoon at the village, he was somewhere with Lo’ak while you spent your time with the sully girls. When you noticed that eclipse was right around the corner you both prepared to go home, not wanting to venture around in the dark when you weren't so familiar with the forest.

“Hey, can I come with you?” Kiri asked, “I want to visit my mom”

“Yes, sure” Spider replied instantly, “but should you go back alone? Maybe ask Neteyam to come with you”

She nodded and went inside her family tent, when she stepped back outside she had her younger brother glued to her side.

“Hey bro! I thought you had flying training to do now?” Spider questioned.

“Yeah, I got grounded so no flying for a week” he shrugged and rolled his eyes to the side, noticing you. “Oh, hi y/n. Sorry, I didn't see you”

“It's okay, don't worry” you said and gave him a wink with a tiny smile.

All four of you left high camp on your way back home just as daylight started fading, still bright enough for you to go without any problems, or so you thought.

A single viper wolf cut your way, suddenly appearing to your side, snarling loudly with its threatening fangs exposed.

“Spider!” you yelled before being tackled to the ground by your brother, the animal flying right above the two of you. As much as you liked the forest and the Na’vi, you weren't very used to it, being a lot more comfortable in your room with your books, old movies from earth and your best friend Lulu. When you watched the dirt under your shaking hands you remembered why the thought of leaving home wasn't as pleasant to you as it was to your twin.

You kept your head low and closed your eyes when you heard some fuss around you, only getting up and opening your eyes when Kiri’s prayers to Eywa reached your ears. You saw Lo’ak putting his knife away and staring at the animal on the floor, next to Kiri who had her hand on the animals’ chest.

“Are you ok?” His eyes traced you, looking for injuries, only finding a few scratches from your fall.

“Yes,” you took a deep breath, still shocked about what had happened. “Thank you. I'm sorry, I was making too much noise”.

“It's ok, you aren't as used to the forest like us” Spider said, finally getting to his feet. “I'm glad the mighty warrior Lo’ak was here to save you!” he mocked, laughter escaping everyone’s throat, except for the subject of said joke.

He hissed –or tried to– at your brother, but all that came out was a broken sound that eventually ended in your friend coffing and the rest of you laughing even louder this time.

“Dude, you gotta work on your hiss,” Spider tapped his shoulder while giggling, the group was walking again, the two boys behind you this time, so you couldn't see them anymore but you still heard the annoyed sounds coming out of Lo’ak’s mouth. “that one sounded almost like Lulu”.

“What's Lulu?” he asked and your brows furrowed, confusion clearly running on your face.

“You haven't met Lulu?” Kiri asked as she looked to her brother, her eyes meeting his shaking head in disagreement. “It's her cat”

“Cat? Like the ones from earth?” his ears picked up in excitement. Lo’ak, just like Kiri, was very curious about earth things, probably because of their parents and the stories Jake must've told them. “How did I not know you had a pet?”

“She is not a pet! She is family!” you argued, almost yelling as you were now almost entering the lab base. “She never gets out of my room, and most of the time we talk you're the one responsible for all of the, you know, talking.” you shrugged, realizing how you didn't tell Lo’ak much about you, despite considering him your friend. “You'll meet her tonight”.

As the four of you walked inside the base, you were immediately welcomed by Max who was operating the linking pods, and soon after Norm came out of one of the spots.

“Hey kids!” Max greeted first, watching as you took off your mask and boots, leaving them near the small cabinet you settled for you and your brother. “Did you have fun?”

“Y/n was almost eaten by a viper-wolf” Spider spit out like the words didn't almost make Max pass out. “But Lo’ak saved her.” he laughed at Max’s scared reaction.

“Enough,” you said, annoyed that this was being brought up, knowing how worried everyone would be, and that maybe you wouldn't be allowed outside any time soon. “let's go meet Lulu already!”

You lead the way throughout the hallways to your own room, this was unexplored territory for Lo’ak, who was only familiar with the main room where Grace’s avatar and the other linking pods stayed. After a few turns, you reached a locked door that required a password to be open, you quickly typed in the numbers and opened the door, letting your friends and brother enter first.

“Mi casa es su casa!” you said and quickly three pair of confused eyes were staring at you. “Forget it, just get in”.

You closed the door behind you when everyone was inside, the Sully kids crouching as they were almost taller than the ceiling. Kiri, being more used to your room, was quick to take a spot on your bed, and Lo’ak was about to do the same before you yelled at him not to.

“It's not strong enough for the two of you, please don't.” He sighed before sitting on the floor, legs crossed in front of his body and arms on top of his knees.

After everyone was settled, you started looking around your room for your small partner, finally spotting her under your bed, right behind Lo’ak, eyes glued to the boy’s back. When you reached for her and got her out of there, a loud hiss came out of her as she bared her teeth to the Na’vi boy.

He immediately hissed back, staring at the small animal in your arms, and he noticed she was way smaller than he imagined it would be, that's when it hit him that he was being ridiculous for hissing at such an inoffensive animal.

“Sorry buddy!” he tried reaching the pet with his fingers, but once again another hiss reached his ears. “Easy, boy!”

“Lulu is female” you replied, trying to contain the laughter that wanted to escape your lips. This interaction was just too cute.

Lo’ak was no longer sited, but on his knees, one hand holding his weight as he reached forwards, trying to touch Lulu again, his tail swiping excitedly around him. “Easy, girl” he said again, voice low and calm, really trying to soothe the small black ball of fur you called a cat. He tried to reach for her head once again, and when he finally touched her soft fluff, she meowed and gave him a strong bite.

It wasn't enough to hurt him, but it was enough to scare the both of you, making you loosen your grip and letting her leave your arms. He pulled his hand back and stayed in the same position, staring as his new friend went back to her hiding spot, eyes glued to the blue figure in front of her.

“Dude, they are the same, look!” Spider said, noticing how both of them stared at each other with curiosity, tail moving franctly, yellow amber eyes linked as if a thread was connecting the two of them.

#avatar loak #loak fanfiction #loak sully #loak fluff #loak x reader #loak #loak headcanons #no beta we die like neteyam #mazemymirror

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hargrove-mayfields · 9 months

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It’s Disabled Billy and Steve Week

Day 2- Family

My prompt: A family reunion with Billy

Quick content warning, there is discussion of child abuse against a baby and abusive head trauma.

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“Watch out, big bump in the sand.” Argyle warns, in his signature slow drawl.

He’s pushing Billy in his wheelchair, across a beach, heading towards a reunion for Argyle's family, the first since the couple had moved back to California.

The Gaspar family isn’t the biggest, just Argyle's mom, her two sisters, and their kids, the oldest of which have a few babies of their own. It’s still a lot bigger than any family affair of Billy’s, but those became obsolete when Billy was still just a couple of months on this earth.

Everything fell apart around then, the family split into bitter chaos and hatred. See, back then Neil had done something that couldn’t be hidden or ignored. He shook Billy.

All it took was a few seconds, but to this day he’s never regained function of the right half of his body. It’s cerebral palsy, hemiplegic. Along with the paralysis he’s got to worry about seizures and a whole list of cognitive problems, memory loss the most prominent.

Billy’s mom is his full time carer. Now that Max and Will are all grown and leading educations of their own, Ima Joyce can stay home with Billy and help him do all the things he either can’t do anymore, or never learned how to.

Argyle is a big help too, always bringing over giant casserole dishes of food for Billy and his adoptive family, or lifting Billy into the bath. It’s sweet, and fills a void that his childhood had left.

Billy wants to repay some of that with the simple things, tasks he can manage- giving cuddles, trying his specialty pizzas, visiting his family. Still makes him nervous, to be faced with his boyfriend's entire family.

Argyle tells him that’s normal, that he’d been terrified the first time he sat around a table with Max, Jane, and his secondary caregiver, Murray, at the same time, but it seems different. Billy’s terrified of not just making a bad impression, he’s worried about something like having a seizure on the beach in front of Argyle's baby cousins.

And, at the moment, he’s scared of being dumped on his face into the sand because of these bumps Argyle is pushing him over.

“Told you the power chair would’ve been better.”

“I tried my best, dude. It died before I even got it to your room. Like, tires locked, beeping sounds kinda dead, man.” Argyle doesn’t even sound defensive, he just laughs about the absolute train wreck that was their morning.

“Just tell me this thing is close..” Billy keeps complaining, only to be reassured right away by Argyle.

“Right around the corner, blue sky. Just follow the smell of tia Evelyn’s carnitas.”

Another thing that Billy really enjoys doing with his boyfriend is exploring his culture. Argyle hadn’t really been too open about his Mexican roots, since when they met Billy was in the midst of a custody battle between Hargroves and Byers. He said it felt wrong to talk about family when Billy hadn’t really found his own yet.

Now that it’s been a few years, and things are a lot better, Argyle likes to share certain dishes and songs passed down by his family that Billy just loves. It’s his favorite part about living in California instead of Hawkins.

In the same way that Mrs Byers taught her boys to speak the language of their Tanakh, and Billy loves to listen, he loves to hear Argyle and his family speaking Spanish, although he can usually only mentally translate a few words or less.

Argyle's mom is the first to spot them now, calling as they make their slow approach to the perfect spot between the trees, where they’re all set up on a few picnic tables pushed close together, “¡Hola cariños! ¡Finalmente lo lograste y mira, trajiste a tu novio!”

Billy catches that she’s relieved they both made it, but that mostly comes from Argyle's next words, where he restates what she says. That’s they’re tactic, to make sure Billy is never left out.

“Yeah, we’re here mami. Me and my boyfriend. And not just that, but we brought my super delicious world famous brownies!” Argyle sounds excited.

His mom, however, does not. She puts her hands on her hips and raises her eyebrow, “¿Las normales, cariño?”

“Uh, Billy these are plain brownies.. right?” Argyle leans forward, looking at the tray of brownies Billy’s been steadying for him in his lap, a look of sudden worry on his face.

Now Billy’s just confused, but he goes along with it, answering, “Yeah? What else would they be?”

“Well…” Argyle looks sheepish, and Billy realizes just what other kinds of brownies Argyle would be making.

Howling with laughter, he exclaims, “Argyle, you did not!”

Bring pot brownies to a family gathering that is. But by the looks of it…

“It was a mistake, my guy! And uh, I ate the whole tray myself ‘fore anybody else could get messed up.” Argyle defends, face flushed a subtle but deep red, but somehow that just makes it worse.

Accidentally mixing up the trays is one thing, but eating all the evidence? Billy is stumped. Shocked. Almost in awe.

“How?”

Starting to regain a little humor about it, Argyle asks, “How what, sunshine?”

“How are you alive?” Billy clarifies, genuinely curious.

And then there’s another blow to every assumption Billy had made about life ever, in the form of Argyle proudly declaring, “Back in the day, I could eat two trays.”

All Billy can do is stare and look horrified, somewhat unsure if Argyle was joking or not. He’s too bad at social cues to distinguish.

But Argyle moves on, turning back to his mom to explain to her and promise that no, this is not a repeat of last time.

“Si, mami. Sin marihuana esta vez. Prometo.”

“Esto es un alivio. Quiero que te comportes lo mejor posible para tu novio hoy.” She seems to be satisfied with that answer, kissing Argyle's cheek and stepping aside so they can enter the imaginary boundary line of the party space.

Billy’s Spanish skills aren’t good enough to pick anything out this time, leaving him to wonder, “What did she say?”

Argyle shrugs, “Just something about making good impressions.”

That’s confusing. Billy’s actually a little worried he’d imagined last year's picnic while in a hospital fever dream or something. He doesn’t sound very confident as he says, “I’ve met your family though.”

Argyle tells the whole truth now, probably sensing Billy is getting stressed, “Right. She meant me though. That whole tray of hashies fucked me up pretty bad. Mama doesn't want me ruining the party in front of you.”

Billy is understanding, but also, he’s kind of surprised. He didn’t expect her to think Argyle was the problem.

After all, he’s not the one in a wheelchair, who can’t even hold a plate of food for himself, or sit through the whole family party without falling asleep. Maybe it’s leftover fear from being shoved around the house in an uncomfortable hospital lent wheelchair and never let out of the house by his biological family, but Billy is sort of used to being the one people don’t like.

For some reason, maybe because he hasn’t felt this way in a long time, Billy doesn’t hold back in expressing that.

“She’s scared about you ruining it. I’m scared about myself ruining it.”

Argyle shifts the dynamic from standing next to Billy, to crouching in front of him, a gesture that Billy only feels comfortable with when it’s someone he’s really close to. It brings them to an intimate space to talk about this problem neither of them really realized was a thing until now,

“Wait, what? You don’t got nothing to worry about, babes.”

Invited to talk about it, Billy spirals, “What if I get sick or somethin in the middle of everything and we have to go home, and everyone’s upset at me, and-“

“Baby. Mi angel. That’s not gonna happen.” Argyle declares passionately and confidently, holding the hand Billy has feeling in, “They love you. They’ll understand.”

Billy wants so badly to believe it, in spite of whatever irrational part of his brain flared up today, “Promise?”

“From the bottom of my heart, dude.” Argyle promises, impossibly romantic and heartfelt.

Feeling better, and ready to socialize in the way Argyle's family does best- food -Billy smiles, “Could you wheel me to the food table?”

“‘Atta boy!” Argyle kisses his hand, and stands back up to push Billy over. On his way, he calls, “Mami! Pass me a plate?”

“¿Qué dices, mijo?” His mother playfully purses her lips and waits for his answer to her demands about his manners.

“Por favor?” Argyle corrects himself.

The smile she wears is unmistakably full of love and joy for her boy, getting him a paper plate and waving him over, “Of course. Come, come.”

By the end of the day, Billy doesn’t even remember why he was worried. He leaves the beach full of love and good food, and with an invitation to the next one. The little cousins all loved him, one even crawling into his lap to play shark watcher with him.

They accepted him. All of him, abled or not. And one day, when he and Argyle decide they’re ready to take things to the next stage, these folks will be his family too, as William Reuben Ocean Byers-Gaspar.

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Thanks for reading! It’s time for todays charity highlight!

This time I’ve chosen The Arc.

The Arc is a US based organization specifically designed to advocate for individuals with intellectual disabilities. Their board protects the civil rights of those with IDD and is working to break down the societal barriers that intellectually and developmentally disabled individuals face.

These include areas like criminal justice, healthcare, employment and education, and travel. The Arc works to provide resources directly to disabled folks so they may advocate for themselves, self-identify issues with language easy for them, access care, and feel safe and protected.

Most importantly, they work directly with disabled individuals to set their standards and align their goals with what disabled people actually want and need. This allows disabled members of their board and staff to be heard, not talked over or told what to do or say.

Fighting against inaccessibility and advocating for the legal and social rights of disabled people is something I’m really passionate about. The Arc is one of my favorite organizations and I’d appreciate if anyone would like to check them out.

So, if you’re interested in supporting The Arc, there are several ways. You can donate money, sign up for their news updates, share your story about programs in your life as a person with IDD, or access and utilize the resources on their site!

For more information or a place to donate (not required of course, I just want to give the option), click here for a link to the site.

#disabledbillyandsteveweek #argilly #billy x argyle #billy hargrove #disabled billy hargrove #tw abusive head trauma #tw child abuse #my writing #ej writer #if the Spanish is awful I apologize #i used my brothers three years of high school spanish and google translate to fill in the gaps

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youmakemyhearthowl · 1 year

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Punk Princess

Eddie wakes up Friday morning feeling lighter than he has in a week and his uncle notices right away.

“You finally fix things with your boy?” He’s pretty sure the smug smirk on Wayne's face is a little uncalled for, but Eddie really can’t find it in him to be annoyed.

“We talked everything out, and everything is hopefully better than it even was before.” He beams, shoving half a pop tart in his mouth before downing his cup of coffee in one go.

“You got home awful late last night.” Wayne's fishing for information, and him and Eddie both know it.

“We just talked, Wayne. Just friends… who are really really important to each other, and are still figuring out the rest.” Eddie shoots his uncle a pointed look, the old man chuckling lightly in response and shooting Eddie a look that says ‘ yea sure ’ as he makes his way towards the bathroom.

Steve and Eddie had ended up staying up so late the night before, Eddie had really only gotten home with enough time for about 3 hours of sleep before he had to get up for school. He could still feel the soft press of Steve's lips to the underside of his jaw where he’d sealed his promise to be open with Eddie about how he was feeling in the future. Eddie in turn sealing his promise to be better, do better with a soft press of his lips to the inside of Steve’s wrist. Nothing had been defined, but they’d fully established that they were someone of great importance to each other, and their thoughts and feelings, and opinions meant something. Eddie had even spent an hour running his hands through Steve's hair as he cuddled into his lap while he’d re-sewn the Gothic print ‘E’ back into his vest, and explained what every patch meant, and the significance of them.

Eddie couldn’t help but beam at the fact that he had small pieces to represent each member of the Hellfire club, snuggled into the material along with things that represented the kids and Robin.

“It’s all the pieces of me I’ve found and decided to love. That have loved me in return.”

He’d whispered it almost bashfully as he tied off the thread on the E and set the vest gently on the coffee table next to him. Eddie was beyond smitten, his heart full to the brim with everything that was Steve, and all he wanted to do, was just about everything to make Steve’s life the wonderful one he deserved.

“I’m off Wayne, gotta head out early to stop at the diner on my way into school. Love you.” He calls over his shoulder in the direction of the bathroom. He heard the muffled ‘love you’ back as he shut the front door.

Eddie was practically floating as he made his way into the school. Coffee tray balanced with a bag of pastries in his right hand as he wiggled his backpack off his shoulder next to Gareth at his locker.

“Oh sick, one of those for me?” Eddie slaps Gareth's hand away, shooting a glare at him, before handing him the pastry bag.

“Hands off Gar Bear. I know for a fact your moms got a fancy coffee maker and you’ve already had at least 3 cups this morning.” Gareth holds his hands up laughing, before opening the bag and peering inside, pulling out the pink sprinkle donut, as he watches Eddie's eyes scan the hallways.

“So I take it the apology went well?” Eddie knows his entire face lights up with the dopiest smile he’s ever had when he turns back to his best friend.

“It went way better than well.” Gareth laughs, rolling his eyes as he goes back to putting his books in his locker, a smear of frosting on his lips, when Robin appears out of nowhere and drapes herself across his back, the black fabric that is very obviously Steve’s vest, bunching up as she snuggles into his back. He faintly hears her whisper something along the lines of ‘ still not dating’ in Gareth's ear before she turns her head and smiles softly at Eddie, practically rolling off Gareth's back when she realizes he’s holding out a coffee for her.

“A thank you, for knocking some sense into me.” Her whole face lights up as she takes it, guzzling it down, before shooting him a sharp glare.

“Don’t make me have to do it again, but maybe bring me a few more coffees.” She winks, the purple eyeshadow she's wearing making her eyes look brighter.

“Stevie?”

“Oh he’s around here somewhere, he got hung up outside talking to the gremlins about something or other.” She flaps her hand around as she speaks, shimming her shoulders as she inhales the aroma of her coffee just as Steve rounds the corner. Eddie stumbles slightly smacking the side of his head into Gareth's open locker door. Steve’s got on a tight fitted black shirt, tucked into a baggy pair of split colored plaid pants, one side red and the other yellow, a larger lopsided smile plastered to his face when he spots Eddie.

“Hey Stevie.” Eddie breaths, handing Steve a coffee and placing a kiss on the inside of his wrist.

“For me?” His laugh is bright, dancing around the hallway and landing in Eddie's rib cage. He nods, slipping his own Battle vest off his shoulders.

“I know it’s not black like the rest of your aesthetic, but, if you want?” Eddie offers out the article of clothing, hearing a fake gag from the direction of their friends as Steve beams at him and slips it on, leaning forward and placing a soft kiss to the underside of Eddie's jaw.

Promises, on promises. Eddie wants to give this man the world.

“Where’s mine man.” Jeff whines, coming up behind Steve and throwing an arm across his shoulders, causing him to spill some of the coffee as he takes a sip.

“Jesus Jeff, careful.” Eddie snaps, as he watches Steve’s sheepish expression while he wipes the spilled liquid up.

“Sorry Steve-o” He says, pulling back and leaning against the wall beside them.

“When did Hawkins turn into such a fucking freak show?” Jason Carver is smirking to his friends as they pass the group, instinctively Eddie pulls up his fingers to his head in devil horns and sticks his tongue out at him, a strangled noise coming from Steve, and when he turns back to him he's wiping up more spilled coffee, a soft blush on his cheeks. Eddie raises an eyebrow at him and Steve scrunches up his nose in response, sticking his tongue out.

“Robbie!” Chrissy Cunningham's voice skitters across the hall towards them, as she breaks off from under Jason's arm and makes her way over to the other girl. “Oh gosh, hey good morning! I tried to catch you yesterday after Cheer practice, I wanted to give you this, I saw it at the store and instantly thought of you.”

What is happening right now?

Eddie glances at Gareth, who shrugs, shutting his locker door and leaning back against it, stealing Robin's coffee to take a sip while she's distracted. Chrissy pulls out a large scrunchie, the deep velvet purple accented with silvery stars.

“When you had the purple in your hair it looked so good, and this made me think of that!” She slips it onto Robin's wrist, Robin's face blooming a bright red as she smiles at her.

“Thank you so much Chrissy, I love it.” Her smile is genuine, even though Eddie feels like he can practically hear her internal freak out happening from where he's settled, wrapping himself across Steve's back to watch the interaction, chin resting on his shoulder.

“Chrissy, you telling her she's a star?” Eddie offers out, just to be a little shit, and Chrissy beams at him, a loud bubbly laugh dancing out of her throat.

“Well, that wasn’t the original intention, but I like it, so sure.” Her smile just seems to grow as she answers him. Eddie can vaguely make out the death glare Carver is shooting at him across the hall, but Eddie’s in a good mood today, and Chrissy just seems to be a beam of sunlight incarnate, so he chooses to ignore it, not wanting to dampen the happy atmosphere that's bloomed around his friends. Steve’s leaning back into Eddie’s chest as he hums softly, eyes sparkling while he watches his best friend fumble around trying to have a conversation with Chrissy. Eddie nuzzles his face into the crook of Steve’s neck, because apparently that’s something he can do now. He really can’t get over the easy way things seem to be falling into place with Steve. The long talk the night before seeming to push them even further past the line that had, had before their fight.

Eddie’s chest feels so fucking warm.

And then Steve’s wiggling his butt slightly where it’s lined up with Eddies crotch and he has to reach his hands down and grasp Steve’s hips to get them to stop moving, a low growl in the back of his throat, because now Steve’s playing dirty, since they’ve seemed to officially have veered into a more tactile friendship, friendship? Was that still the right word for them? It felt like so much more than that, the remnants of Steve’s soft confessions of worrying that he thought he wasn’t good enough, even now to be something to Eddie, playing on repeat in his brain.

Steve snickers, glancing over his shoulder at Eddie, before pushing off him and out of his grip to grab his backpack. But Eddie beats him to it, bending down and scooping it and his own up to rest on his shoulder.

“I got it, pretty boy.” He smirks, watching the soft pink dust Steve’s cheeks.

“Bye Chrissy!” Eddie calls cheerfully, a loud cackle falling from his lips at her startled giggle at the volume he says it in.

“Bye Eddie! Have a great Friday!”

With his free arm draped over Steve’s shoulders, and Steve leaning flush against his side, he’s pretty sure he’s going to have the best Friday.

#Punk Steve #Punk!steve #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #steddie fic #steddie fanfiction #I love my babies so much ugh #punk princess fic

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stargazer-sims · 1 year

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15 OC Questions!

I was also tagged by @van-yangyin - thank you! I love how many times I've been tagged for this. I'll happily do as many as I get!

Anya (Baranova) Pavlenko

Are you named after anyone?

I'm not entirely sure, to be honest. My real name is Anna-Valentina Alexandrovna (The first part is pronounced like Anna from the movie "Frozen" if you're curious). "Alexandrovna" is the patronymic from my father, Alexander, so I suppose technically I'm named after him, but I don't think it really counts because all Russian names are like that. Anya is a diminutive of Anna, although it's my preferred way to be addressed.

Anyway, there's a family rumour that my father named me after his first crush which, if it's true, must've absolutely thrilled my mom. Her name's Yevgenia; Zhenya or Jenny for short.

When was the last time you cried?

I try to cry as little as possible. The last time was quite recently, though. It was a couple of weeks ago, at the airport, just before I boarded the first leg of my flight home. Kolya — you know him as Nikolai. He'd never tolerate that particular diminutive from anyone who's not close to him — came to say goodbye to me. He was trying so hard to be brave, poor thing, but he was crying a little bit and trying desperately to hide it, and that set me off. He doesn't cry often either, but it absolutely breaks my heart when he does. I had to hurry off so we didn't embarrass ourselves by giving away our weaknesses in front of each other like that. I cried my eyes out on the plane, though. I love him so much, and saying goodbye is always hard, no matter what I may claim is the "official story".

Do you have kids?

Thankfully, no. Children would definitely cramp my lifestyle. I don't think my darling Kolya wants kids either, so I'm sure that even if we do manage to settle down at some point, I'll still be able to dodge that particular bullet.

Do you use sarcasm?

I do, but not excessively.

What’s the first thing you notice about people?

I tend to notice little imperfections; asymmetry in a face, birthmarks, moles, wrinkles, scars... that sort of thing. Those are the things that make faces unique and interesting and beautiful. The little creases between Nikolai's eyebrows, for example? I love those. I'm a professional photographer, and I think I've always had an eye for fascinating physical details.

What’s your eye colour?

My eyes are blue.

Scary movies or happy endings?

I'll admit, I enjoy scary movies. Not the ones with senseless, gratuitous violence, but the ones that have the potential to be truly scary. Psychological thrillers and films that are scary enough to make me look over my shoulder for a few days afterward. When we're together, Nikolai watches them with me sometimes, but I know he doesn't like them. When the really scary or messy parts come up, he just wants to be cuddled and doesn't really want to look. I won't lie... I like scary movies for that reason, too. I'm a bit enamoured with the idea of him needing me to protect him from something. He's typically the strong one, or at least that's what he'd like everyone to think, so it's oddly nice when he lets himself be even a little vulnerable with me.

Any special talents?

Ooh... I don't think I should say what those are on a PG-13 blog. Ask my Kolya what my special talents are. Watch him blush. It'll be adorable and amusing, I promise.

Where were you born?

Brindleton Bay

What are your hobbies?

I would say photography, but that's also my job, so probably that doesn't count. My main hobby is painting and drawing. I also enjoy cooking and trying new recipes. I absolutely love to dance. I think that could be considered a hobby as well. Oh, and I like to knit.

Have you any pets?

No, I don't. My job requires a lot of travelling, and it wouldn't be fair to the pet if I constantly had to leave them with someone else while I'm away.

What sports do you play/have played?

I used to be a competitive figure skater. I also did gymnastics when I was young. One of my favourite sports is skiing, and I also enjoy weight training and yoga.

How tall are you?

165cm

Favourite subject in school?

My favourite subject in school was always art. I also liked physical education and history.

Dream job?

I'm lucky enough to have my dream job right now. I'm a professional photographer, and I specialize in sports and entertainment. My studio is called Shooting Stars, and I've gotten contracts from all over the world to do shoots for actors, musicians, athletes and performing artists. My photos have been in magazines, on the internet, and in loads of advertising and promotional materials. Between contracts, I actually do have a physical studio in Brindleton Bay, where I do both corporate and private portrait shoots for clients. It's just a little hole-in-the-wall place, but it's mine and I love it. My flat is above the studio, so it's convenient to be so close to my work when I'm at home. I can't possibly imagine anything better. Not everyone can say they're living their dream, but I'm proud to say I am.

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I've tagged so many people already, but this time I'll tag @van-yangyin (because you tagged me), @bl-sims-anime @akitasimblr @enniewritesathing

As always, feel free to ignore if you've already done it, or don't want to do it!

#sapphire answers #oc asks #Anya Pavlenko #stargazersims

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nehswritesstuffs · 6 months

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Baratie: Home to Chefs, Strays, and the Occasional Sword Goblin - Part 7

Still not dead--just running into a couple plot blockers while busy turning another maladjusted Northern lad into an accidental dad. When all is said and done, this is going to be a bridging chapter (so not filler, but also not too plotty), but I figure a reward for your patience is warranted.

First chapter on [tumblr] - [FFN] - [AO3]

Prior chapter on [tumblr] - [FFN] - [AO3]

A letter arrives, a snail call is made, and comfort is offered. [3269 words]

Sitting on the balcony outside his bedroom, Sanji read quietly in the warm sun with Asido cuddled into his side. It was a day off for him, so he was spending quality time with his nephew, the boy presently tuckered out after pushing himself hard during training. For not having a directly-altered Lineage Factor, he certainly was unnaturally athletic and capable of learning quickly. Even his little body had limits though and he was now snuggled into his uncle’s side as he slept. Sanji idly scratched at the boy’s scalp, which pulled out a content squeak. He braced the book against his leg as he turned the page one-handed, not wanting to disturb the kid’s nap. Actually, this was nice… admittedly.

Eventually, Sanji’s ears caught the News Coo coming on the wind. When it was in sight and clearly headed towards him, he put the book face-down and waited for the bird to glide his way. It gave him a letter and waited shiftily, not leaving until it got a bit of the crisps Sanji had been munching on. He looked at the handwriting on the front and knew this was something he couldn’t let slide—Reiju had replied to him, after weeks of nothing, despite the inherent risks involved. Opening it carefully, Sanji checked to make sure that Asido was still sleeping before going over his sister’s flowing script.

‘Sanji,

‘Thank you for letting me know you received the azuki in a timely manner. I was not entirely certain who to gift them to, but I’m glad to know I chose well. Beans like the azuki are said to be auspicious and extremely versatile. I hope they only bring good things to the Baratie.

‘I do not know when it is that I can visit, though it is something I would like to do sooner rather than later. Father is planning future campaigns now with Notice as a physical base, monetarily, militarily, and socially. That much is public knowledge and assumption, making me free to write it. What they do not know—details I’m sure you recall so I do not compromise them—is that I am already going through much of the same treatments Mother did; Father is trying to build his Perfect Germa, and now there’s nothing I can even take to ward him off. All my future children will be perfect in his eyes. He has even taken me off active duty for the duration of the treatments and the lack of things to do is… unnerving. I was placed in Mom’s room; you know the one.

‘Please do not tell Zeff of our correspondences—I know how much he distrusts me. That much is something I would not blame him for, as I’m not exactly the center of charming stories. I think every day of what I have done to you, both in the past and now, and I shall likely never stop. If I could hold you in my arms and never let go again, I would. I wish you could have been at the wedding, that I might be at yours one day, and that they would have both been performed out of love. For now, I guess I shall have to learn to live with being pen pals, in a way.

‘Until the next letter,

‘Reiju’

Sanji carefully stuffed the letter back in its envelope before placing it in his book as a bookmark. His blood boiled at the thought of Judge torturing his sister—let alone anyone else—with his Lineage Factor experiments, but to keep her hostage in their mother’s old room while doing so? The threat was unspoken but clear.

One wrong move and she would meet the same fate as Sora did all those years ago.

After taking a deep breath to steady himself, Sanji gently shook Asido awake. “Azuki bean, time to get up.”

“I don’t wanna…” the boy murmured.

“You won’t be able to sleep tonight if you keep going,” he said. Asido rolled out of the chair and flopped onto the balcony floor, making his uncle roll his eyes. “Come on—we can visit with the geezer in the meantime.”

That got Asido perked up and the boy jumped to his feet, seemingly awake in an instant. Sanji shook his head and sighed before following his nephew through his room and over towards Zeff’s.

“Grandpa Zeff! Grandpa Zeff! Uncle Sanji taught me a lot of stuff today!” The boy nearly skipped into the old man’s bedroom, coming to a stop at the foot of his bed. He tilted his head, staring at him. “Why are you back in bed? It’s early.”

“I just feel like it, azuki,” Zeff bristled. He let out a wheezing cough and Sanji paused.

“I don’t like the sound of that,” he frowned. Now that he got a look at him, Zeff was pale, the bags under his eyes more prominent, and the book seemed too heavy for his hands.

“It’s just how I’ve been coughing the past few months.”

“No… that’s how you were coughing when I first dragged Chopper over here,” the younger man said. He checked Zeff’s temperature with a hand to his forehead and hissed—he was hot to the touch. “Shit. I’m getting the fever reducer.”

“I’m fine.”

“You’re sweating through the sheets you fucking stubborn old coot.” Sanji pulled a bottle from a nearby table and poured two pills from it into his hand before shoving them into Zeff’s along with his water glass. “Take this.”

“Fussing over nothing,” Zeff grumbled. He took the medication, however.

“I’m fussing because I’m not ready to lose my dad just yet,” Sanji replied icily. Zeff looked away—that was probably the only word that Sanji could use that could get him flustered—and muttered something under his breath. “Hmm? What’s that, shit-geezer?”

“I’ll go when I’m good and ready you prissy little eggplant!” Zeff snapped. Sanji rolled his eyes and glanced over at Asido, who was fidgeting nervously.

“You should have seen him when I first rolled back into here,” he scoffed, trying to seem aloof for the boy. “Don’t worry; part of why we’re here is so that the old man gets better.”

“Yeah…?”

“Yeah. Now stay here and make sure he doesn’t move while I get some more of the medicine he was on before.” Sanji ruffled Asido’s hair, ignoring Zeff’s grumbling about how he wasn’t going to take the shit anymore. It was all a bunch of hot air, the younger chef knew, and gave his nephew a wink before heading out into the corridor. It was just his luck that Zoro nearly ran into him by the stairs, causing him to jump in surprise. “Ah, fuck, marimo. Perfect timing.”

“What the fuck do you want?” the swordsman grumbled. “It’s my day off.”

“Yeah, and the old man just took a turn,” he said, motioning back towards the door with a flick of his head. “Go watch him as I grab some medicine. Kid’s in there now.”

“Fuck,” Zoro huffed. “I thought we were watching the kid, not traumatizing him with elder care.”

“Just shut the fuck up and make sure they’re both fine,” Sanji snapped. He quickly descended the stairs and went into the geezer’s office where he was storing the rest of the medicine since it generally stayed cooler than the rest of the ship. Bringing it upstairs, he had to dodge a few of the other cooks before he had Zeff’s room in sight. The geezer was still coughing profusely, while Zoro had collected Asido in his arms so that the boy could hide his face in the moss’s shoulder.

“I don’t need that shit,” Zeff wheezed between coughs. Sanji ignored him and began to pour a spoonful of the lime-green liquid into a spoon.

“Don’t be a fucking pussy,” he scowled. Sanji waited until it seemed like Zeff recovered before jamming the spoon in his mouth without warning; it worked and Zeff took the stuff. “There. Was that so bad?”

“Could’ve been better,” Zeff cringed. “Can’t the reindeer make medicine that tastes decent?”

“You know that if there was a way, he’d’ve found it by now.” Sanji deposited the spoon and medicine both on the nightstand and looked over his shoulder—Zoro wasn’t there and neither was Asido. “Alright, now get some fucking sleep and I’ll come check on you for dinner.”

“I’ll just stay here then, wondering if I should murder Patty and Carne when I see them next.”

“Not only you wouldn’t, but you couldn’t.”

“Just wait until I get better and fucking watch me.”

Sanji simply rolled his eyes.

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

The thing was: Zeff didn’t really improve, let alone get back to where he was before.

He was still coughing a lot, his heavy wheeze reminding Sanji of how he’d get on particularly rough days, making him glad he was attempting to cut back on the cigarettes. A fever would come and go—sometimes high and sometimes barely there—and he was sweating a lot. Between Sanji, Patty, Carne, and Zoro, someone sat with the old man most of the time, only giving him a reprieve if they were all asleep. After nearly a week Sanji had enough of his yoyoing and left the moss-brain in charge of Zeff while he slipped into his room with the Den Den.

It rang. And rang. And rang.

“Hello!” Ah, it was Chopper’s bright and cheerful voice—the last time Sanji had called, Kureha answered. That had been an… experience to say the least. “Who might I ask is calling?”

“Hey, Chopper, it’s Sanji.”

“Oh, hi Sanji! Ah! There’s your eyebrow! The snail must be slow to copy today. Are you calling to give a report on Zeff’s progress?”

“That’s almost why I’m calling,” he replied. “The old man’s having a relapse; started almost a week ago and although it’s stable, it’s not getting any better.”

“Huh… that’s an interesting development. It should be something we can work with, though. What are his current symptoms?” Sanji told him and the snail nodded along. “Has he stopped any of the rest of his treatment?”

“Not that I’m aware of; even put him back on the original shit you left us with.”

“Then that makes this all the more interesting. It might be a delayed immune response by his specific blood type. Instances are rare, but they’ve only been observed in normally-healthy people under thirty-five.”

“Is the medicine still effective?”

“Yeah—there should be no reason for it to have waned in efficacy. I’m just wondering what could have triggered this response.” Sanji could see the snail’s face scrunch as Chopper pondered the situation—he was always such a professional when he got into Doctor Mode. “Have you been giving him additional fever reducer?”

“Yeah, like you showed me before you left,” Sanji replied. “It seems to work for the fever fine, but he still has his cough, and if the shit wears off then it gets real bad before the next dose kicks in, so I’m technically overlapping.”

“It’s good that he’s responding to that at least. At the amount prescribed, he can’t overdose or find his tolerance messing with it, not for a long while yet.” Chopper went quiet for a moment, the only sound being a shuffling of papers. “Do you think you can keep him under control like that for a bit longer?”

“I can do my best.”

“Excellent; I’m going to be coming over in a couple weeks. Robin and Franky are scheduled to pick me up and the five of us will make the trip together. We can make it a pit stop before we see Usopp, Kaya, and the girls.”

Sanji had to think for a moment. Oh yeah, that’s right, he wasn’t the only one in the crew who had found themselves thrust into parenthood over the past few years. “Hey, uh, Chopper? Can I ask you something?”

“Anything!” Sanji could hear the cheer in the reindeer’s voice, which honestly broke his heart.

“Can you make sure you bring along the right equipment to give a young kid a checkup?”

That piqued Chopper’s interest. “Is Usopp dropping the girls off with you early? I know they’re due for one and that you had offered to take them.”

“No…” Sanji bit his lower lip—there was no going back from this. “There’s a young boy I have here, nearly five, and I don’t know the last time a doctor looked him over. You’re the best there is.”

“I see.” The line went eerily quiet as Chopper contemplated the new information; he honestly preferred when the reindeer blushed and swore at such a compliment. “Can I ask how he came to be under your care?”

“You can, when we’re not speaking over a tappable line.”

“Fair. Is he there now?”

“No, he’s with the moss.”

Another pause.

“Zoro’s there…?”

“Live-in babysitter and geriatric’s companion extraordinaire, that one,” Sanji scoffed. He frowned when Chopper didn’t respond. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing—I just have a lot to prepare for,” the reindeer said. “You know, Luffy’s going to freak out when he learns about this.”

“No one’s seen Luffy in years—he’s going to freak out about a lot of things, to be fair.” They shared a bit of silence, where Sanji could tell his old crewmate was attempting to not panic. “I cut back because the kid’s around, if it’s any consolation.”

“You did?!” The snail’s face brightened again. “That’s great! How often do you go through a pack now?!”

“I dunno… about a week? Five days?”

“That’s already an improvement!” Chopper marveled. “You used to chainsmoke for months straight; being near a pack a week is impressive!”

“Well, let’s say I have some pint-sized motivation.”

“That’s good! That’s good!” There was another voice in the distance—probably Kureha—and the Den Den cringed. “I’ve got to go! I’ll send you some extra medicine by Coo and I’ll see you in a couple weeks!”

The Den Den clunked off and the imitation of Chopper vanished from the snail’s face. He left a snack for the snail and left his bedroom, heading out into the corridor the same time Zoro was exiting Zeff’s room.

“Patty’s turn,” the swordsman grunted. He caught the look on Sanji’s face and raised an eyebrow. “What’d Chopper say?”

“He’s sending more medicine via Coo, but he’s not coming for a while yet,” Sanji replied. “Apparently this shouldn’t even really be happening… not to the old man, anyhow.”

“We’ll get there.” Zoro awkwardly placed a hand on Sanji’s shoulder. “You know we will.”

“Yeah.” Sanji did not brush Zoro’s hand away, although he did walk out of his grasp, heading over to Asido’s room. He found the boy reading at his desk, legs kicking merrily in the air as he jerkily pulled his pointer finger over the varying speech bubbles, sounding the words out quietly. “Hey, what’cha got there?”

“Oh, just Sora,” the boy replied. He held the tankobon up and beamed. “I don’t have to ask for a lot of help with the words! Isn’t that neat?!”

“It is,” Sanji agreed. “Hey, listen: I just got off the phone with another old crewmate of mine. He’s a doctor and is going to come here to check on Grandpa Zeff. Have you met a doctor before?”

“No. What’s a doctor do?”

“A doctor tries to make sick people healthy, or make sure that healthy people don’t get sick. Have you ever been sick?”

“Nope! That’s when you don’t feel good, right? Like Grandpa Zeff? Is that why your doctor-friend is coming over? So that he can make Grandpa Zeff better?”

“He is, and while he’s here, he’s going to make sure that you and Zoro-oji and I are still doing alright, to check and see if we caught anything.”

“Really…?”

“Really-really; his name’s Chopper, and you’re going to love him. He’s a reindeer.” Sanji watched as his nephew’s eyes grew in wonder and a million questions raced through the boy’s mind. Asido’s mouth couldn’t keep up with his brain and the boy began to stutter, only making vague noises instead of words. “He’s not coming for a few more weeks yet, so don’t get too excited.”

Too excited? The boy was practically bouncing off the fucking walls.

It took a while to get Asido calm again, Sanji only really able to do so with promise of updates on when Chopper was scheduled to arrive. With the boy somewhat placated, his uncle slipped back out into the corridor, only to see that Zoro was still standing there with his arms crossed and leaning against the wall.

“Don’t you have anything else better to do?” Sanji sniped. He closed the door behind him, hopefully shielding Asido from whatever fight was about to happen. “Well…?!”

Zoro did not answer, instead remaining where he stood.

“Your room’s that one, if you were wondering,” the blond sniped. Fuck, of all people, it was the marimo he had to put up with. He made a move to head down the stairs again to start on dinner when Zoro pushed himself off the wall and grabbed Sanji’s hand. Before he could react, Zoro had yanked his arm and pulled him close for a hug. Sanji tried to get away, but the idiot’s grip was too tight.

“Calm down,” Zoro grunted sourly. Okay, so at least he wasn’t completely cracked.

“What the fuck is this about?” Sanji hissed through grit teeth.

“Take a breath,” the swordsman said. “You’re doing that thing again.”

“What thing?!”

“That thing where you’re going to keep fussing and stressing until you drop.” Sanji kept struggling, not wanting to use a kick in such tight quarters. “It was shit when we were with the crew and it’s shit now.”

“You can’t tell me what to do, shitty marimo.”

“No, but I can tell you that the kid’s beginning to pick up on your pissy habits,” Zoro warned. “I’m glad he’s not like your shitty-ass family in the emotional department, but this is going to mean you’ll have to watch it.”

“My nephew, mossball, not yours.”

“…that you want me to help you watch, so put a fucking cork in it.”

Sanji sighed and let himself grow limp, resting his forehead against Zoro’s shoulder and allowing his own arms to fall to his sides while the idiot held him up. There was no fucking use in fighting this, so he closed his eyes and breathed in deep through his nose—at least the marimo had showered recently.

“Alright, alright, I’ll try not to stay so fucking wound up, for the kid’s sake if anything.”

“Good.” Zoro gave one final squeeze before he let Sanji go, the blond pushing away from him with his face flushed pink in embarrassment. “I don’t care how weird you are about it: I will get your head out of your ass if you get it stuck again.”

“I’m not that limber; find a better turn of phrase.”

“If I have to put something else up your ass in order for you to calm down, I will.”

Sanji’s face went from pink to red as he almost ran to the staircase. Stupid fucking marimo saying stupid fucking inappropriate things outside his nephew’s door… worse yet, outside Zeff’s door. He did his best to calm himself down the the time he entered the kitchen, though it still felt as though all eyes were on him.

This was exactly the shit he wanted to avoid with Zoro there, and yet it was happening anyhow.

He was gonna kill Usopp.

#One Piece #fan fiction #Blackleg Sanji #Kuroashi Sanji #Aka Ashi no Zeff #Red Leg Zeff #Roronoa Zoro #Asido (OC)#I've been pulled fifteen ways at once in regards to OP fic for about a year now #and sometimes stuff just happens you know #Vinsmoke Sanji #ZoSan #though still in the early stages

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stardust-in-my-mind-blog · 2 years

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Right now everything feels like it’s falling apart.

Anyone else?

I mean, to be fair, it’s felt like that for a few years now. A plague will do that. Especially without a system of universal healthcare.

I’m watching my relationship die in real time.

I’m learning what I refuse to accept, and what wounds can’t heal without cauterization.

I’m learning how not to panic, and how to pay attention to things that actually engage with me. Relentlessly.

Especially when all I’d like to do is crawl under a blanket and weep for a week.

With three kids under ten, that’s not an option.

I’ve also had to learn how to accept comfort from my ever-attentive kids when I randomly fall apart. I can accept comfort during a bout of crying without making it their responsibility (and I make sure to verbalize this even with a face full of tears and snot).

When someone treats me with love I want to hide.

Thanks for that stellar mind wiring, dear estranged relations.

When your marriage is sinking and the boat can’t be saved, you feel alone.

And not in the way where the ever popular words “you are not alone” are a comfort.

This is a grief, and like a war, you can’t be done with it in a hurry.

My oldest came down with something this week, headaches and a high fever that kept him in bed. I’d never seen him so listless, and this child I have to constantly ask not to climb every wall he sees, is suddenly a nine-year-old whose skin seems translucent and whose rain-colored eyes are an exhausted sky. Worry was a knot in my belly, even with the reassurance of two doctors that rest and good food would have him back in a week or so.

Then something happened.

I tend to forget myself and live only in my head and not my body. The stress of everything manifested itself and localized in an old pinched nerve in my back. It become difficult to walk, and I felt energy coursing down my legs in an ache that reminded me of the last weeks of being heavily pregnant.

I had to rest. My body forced me to rest. I am honoring my body now, and I think the flesh finally believes me. I used to ignore it, always on survival and fawning mode for others. Now, my body lets me know when I’m overdoing it and will make me stop.

So, my son and I cuddled while I tried to puzzle out this feeling of being unable to walk. Suddenly, he became very upset, and I watched the thoughts on his mind begin to spiral and throw him into a state of panic.

“Mommy, what if you’re really sick? In all the movies, the mom gets a hurt back or weak, and then later on she dies. Mommy, you can’t die.”

And then he began sobbing, clutching to me, and trusting me with this deep fear that we all have in the pits of our stomachs when we love someone so fucking much the world would truly end without them.

I couldn’t believe it. I couldn’t process it.

Someone was crying just at the thought of me not being in their lives.

He felt the same about me that I did him.

I guess I never believed it before.

How sad for both of us.

It’s so easy to lose track of how important you are to others. Though I knew my husband loved me, the storm I was feeling at his desire to leave had me feeling pretty disposable. I frequently felt if I just closed my eyes and disappeared that the world would stumble a bit for everyone else, but they’d keep stepping quickly.

My feeling was wrong, and while I didn’t know I was feeling it, it was framing my entire experience into a resigned hopelessness that was difficult to tread.

I’m not alone.

I’m really truly not alone.

Maybe this is the first time I believe it in my life.

Maybe this is where I can start from.

Maybe this is the lesson I needed to learn from all of it.

Maybe you can know it too.

#self worth #self reflection #self healing #my beloved #trust #writers on tumblr #touch #therapy #trauma #the sandman #forgiveness #loveyourpain #loveyourself

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thispabulum-blog · 2 years

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I'm Running Out of Ways to Say I'm Boring

What's the Tea? Tuesday

What did I do this week? Fuck all. Have some memes.

Wednesday Cuddlebug brought me home, because I was feeling really mentally gross and just wanted to be at home in my own bed, where I watched the classic film Speed and ate Chef Boyardee ravioli from a can because it was better than not eating and easier than getting up to heat it. Yay depression.

Thursday I did some painting, and that helped a bit. Gotta do more art. Meeko Neko came home with food; I got pansexual kisses and a homophobic sandwich. This roommate stuff is pretty alright.

Friday I spilled an entire container of water on my floor, and was suddenly very glad I have hardwood floors. Then I took a weird nap in the evening and had a nightmare that I gave birth to a baby and Dr. Strangelove's mom was raising it - a horrible fate, and then I stayed up until 7am watching an entire season of The Masked Singer (season 4, if you're curious. I've got some catching up to do). Meeko Neko joined for cuddles at some point.

Saturday I did some organizing of my art supplies, and then put up wallpaper over my art desk and hung up some art. It's a very cute part of my room now, and will make a good background for job interviews/meetings/assorted video calls.

I discovered that one problem with getting into erotic painting is that now I don't know where to hang a lot of things. If you're a friend of mine, you might be getting an erotic art gift at some point. Have fun figuring out where to put it.

I talked to Cuddlebug at some point about how I wasn't sure about having dates over at my new place yet because things aren't totally sorted, and he offered to let me have boys over at his place. A cute boyfriend, for sure. I don't know if it entirely solves my problems, but I might have to try it at some point.

Sunday I emptied a spare Ramen seasoning packet into a bag of popcorn, and I feel I may be onto something. Aside from a sodium overload.

Swipe Right did a Twitch stream from his backyard pool, so I got to watch him and his very cute cousin get drunk on Truly and do crab dances for like 5 hours.

I also started watching Loki, and got through the first two episodes. I may have to re-watch the second one because my attention drifted, but it's a good time.

I was getting ready for bed and there was a big gross waterbug on my blanket, and I made Meeko Neko come kill it for me. Living with boys comes in handy.

Monday I started talking to a guy from Hinge who seemed kinda okay if a bit gung-ho, but then I asked him to send pictures of himself and he sent me 6 pictures in the exact same pose, in the exact same location, with the exact same facial expression. Only the clothes were different. And idk, that level of boring just doesn't appeal to me, so I'm never talking to him again.

But I also started talking to a different guy from Hinge who's gonna be called Deep Dish, which seems like a perfectly fine name. He's 25, has two kids, and has no experience with polyamory. Oh boy. I don't think he's a Sad Boy, but he is short, so we're gonna give him a shot. The vibes are good and we may try to get together sometime soon.

Chex Mix is frequently in touch, but I still need him to cool off a bit before I want to hang out with him.

Eclipse might come by sometime this week. I want to play Nightmare Before Christmas Monopoly with him and watch something spooky.

Cuddlebug is planning to come pick me up Thursday or Friday, and I'm supposed to have a date with Item 9 on Saturday. We'll see how that goes.

#Spotify

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mandatorypg · 2 years

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If only you knew

I'm not or ever was the best person to everyone

I'm quite difficult to communicate with in person and to be honest I don't like to be social

I'm just living in my own world

I have ambitions but only because I feel like maybe I could actually feel wanted

My father abandoned us when I was 12

We went from living in a big house to living in a small shack sized home with 5 other siblings

I dealt with a lot

Like my weight

My awkwardness

Clinical depression

I attempted suicide twice at the age of 14

I wasn't really a popular kid from 6th to 10th grade

I got called names

I got physically assaulted several times a week

Made to believe that nobody liked or could love me even by my own family

I was in daily pain

My mother signed me up for football just because she thought that my father would actually pay attention to me more

I hate football

He still didn't care

My mom was my only friend for many of those years

(This is actually the most honest thing I've ever written)

I was made to believe that I was worthless

By many people who adorn many hats

By many people who many believed were good people

At the end of 10th grade I had decided that enough was enough

I signed up for a gym membership

And I lost a good 90 pounds that took the course of a year to lose

But fixing myself physically still didn't manifest mentally because I still had a lot of anger towards the world

Knowing that just about every person I had contact with up to that point saw me as less than

Saw me as "of course not because he's Brandon"

I was that person who was perceived as "out of the question" from the get go

I had a lot of anger towards the world

So my instinct was to always see the worst in people

As I've only seen the worst in other people

Who had only seen the worst in me

So I wasn't exactly the nicest

I snapped back at people

Impatient with the opposite sex (I still am)

I don't waste my time

If I feel like they even have an inkling or ounce of what I saw in the worst in the people who saw the worst in me

I would shut down and move on

So many people I have passed on because I have to stay guarded

I could never love someone who would have seen me as less than at my worst

I have never loved anyone

That was until you came into my life and proved my own belief system wrong

You checked all of the boxes that my mind would try and tik like

Is she truly a good person

Many people act and show their niceties but are not truly kind

They do it because it makes them feel good but their ultimate motive is for people to perceive them as good

Not because they genuinely want to do it without expecting anything

Sure, an action can be good but it's the motive that matters

You are truly good

So that was one huge checked box that not even 99 percent of people I meet check

You have a good sense of humor

You're funny af

You're intelligent

You're kind

You're a hopeless romantic

You've got amazing taste in music

You have warm hands

A warm spirit

Mesmerizing eyes

A pure soul

I never really cared to give the best of me to anyone EVER before

Because I haven't loved like this before

And I'm afraid I can never love like this again

Because you're truly special

I would die for you

I would work every day

Save and save and save and save

Just so I can take us on adventures once a month

I want to go on adventures with you

To see the best parts of this world with the best person in the world

I want to lay in the couch and hold you while we binge an entire series

Make out to slow music

Only to cuddle and have long conversations for hours

I want to buy a house

To start a new life

To travel the world

To get married

I am fully committed to you

And only you

Nobody else

I can't stress that enough

No other woman has ever touched me like you have

No other woman could ever touch me like you have

I love you

Forever and ever and ever and ever

I love you

I want to be your best friend

Do you want to be my best friend?

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livelle · 2 years

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stay? please?

a Quackity/ You!!

summary: you’ve met Alex online, but that couldn’t stop you from falling for each other. You’re visiting him, and after two weeks, you really have to leave to go back home. Alex can’t bear it.

a/n: hello peeps!!! Hope you’re all doing well! Sorry if this is messy, I’m in the car right now! Soft quackity brainrot is heavily showing right now, but idc :) enjoy this, and take care of yourself. You deserve the world, so go relax for a bit right now! Oli loves you ( me ) :D

FLUFF, ROMANTIC

NO PRONOUNS USED

Cw: kissing, pure romantic cheesy fluff :,)

The past 14 days have been amazing. Spending time with Alex was amazing, he was your soulmate. You’ve known he was since you met him, even though you met in a silly discord call full of your friends. You two felt like little kids flirting with each other over the phone, crying over how much you needed each other next to you. It was almost embarrassing how much you loved him, adored him, without having seen him in real life. You’ve known him for nearly a year now, 11 months, and you’ve been dating for 8 of those. Of course you wanted to meet up earlier, you were adults now. But, for reasons of COVID, Visa problems and more.. there was no way you could get to Mexico. And neither could he go to you.

Until, on one day, you booked the flight. And it worked. Everything was set. A week later, you were on some random airport, ready to surprise your long distance boyfriend. Having had contact with his mom you knew when he was home, the address and more important stuff. He had opened his door with a confused face, probably not expecting anyone at this late hour. He looked tired, but still, your heart raced looking at his blinding beauty you fell so in love with. His expression changed quickly, overall shocked, but he ran into you, pulling you so close you coughed at how hard he was hugging you. ‘WhaAAat??’ He whisper-yelled. You laughed at his voice crack. You hugged back. Before you could explain why you were here he parted your hug, cupped your face and kissed you. Your lips clashed together harshly, a needy kiss, not caring about anyone else in that moment. It was messy, sure, but you both didn’t seem to care. You had waited so long for this. You felt something wet on your cheek. You broke the kiss; he was crying. ‘Ahhw baby’ you cupped his face and wiped the tears. ‘I’m so happy. So happy, you’re actually here?! I’ve waited my entire life for this.’ He mumbled. You nodded, also getting emotional yourself. You threw your arms around his neck, and he picked you up, and closed the door with his foot.

You were in his bed, his arms around you. Everything smelled like him, and he already put some of his hoodies in your suitcase so you could take those back with you. He played with your hair. ‘I had contact with your mom’ you whispered ‘is this some your mom joke-‘ he grinned. ‘NO NO BSHAHAHA, how else would I’ve known your address, I had contact with your mom.’ You giggled. ‘You sneaky little-‘ he started, and started tickling you. You laughed, and you wanted this night to last forever, but you were beyond tired from the traveling, so you fell asleep on his rising and falling chest moments later.

The rest of the days flew by so fastly, making breakfast, cuddling, going out with his friends, practicing Spanish, and more fun stuff. He took you on a date, to some fancy restaurant that made you blush, and an arcade hall where you had the most fun you ever did. He whispered sweet things in your hair when you went to bed, and kissed you deeply every morning when you woke up. You heart had never felt so full. You had got to know Tiger, his cat, and even though he was aggressive to everyone, he cuddled up to you a lot. Alex called him your son. You smiled.

He had put on some random music that you had shared when you first met online, something that you both liked, that he remembered. He took your hand and spun you around and around until your feet hurt. You ended up laughing uncontrollably on the couch. You finished shows together, decorated a cake together, made memories together.

It had been two full weeks now together, and you, again, watched the sun rise at his window. His body was pressed to yours, in a spooning position, and his warm arms were locked around you. His soft breathing in your hair still didn’t fail to make you smile. You sneakily turned, and pressed your head in his chest. You took in his smell, god, his smell. He smelled like some cologne you had never smelled before. It was a warm scent, if that makes sense, that matched with his body heat. it reminded you of a long lost home, forests and summer nights. His lips were tugged into a small smile in his sleep, which made you want to kiss him. You lifted your hand, and softly traced your fingers over his skin. You traced along the little birthmarks littering his face, and smiled even harder, if that was possible. Suddenly, his eyelids fluttered, and your eyes met his disoriented, lazy dark eyes. They were one of your favorite things about him. His eyes. They were dark, almost black, and they reminded you of dark wood, black coffee , and the sweet night sky. You could even sense some sparkles in his eyes, and you guessed those were the stars.

‘Mornin’ he simply mumbled, but you could feel him smiling as he pulled you even closer. He looked at you, admiring you as well. ‘Hi there, sleepy boy’ you whispered. He leaned in slowly, almost like he was scared to hurt you, and softer than ever, pressed his lips against yours. His lips moved with yours, and he nuzzled into your neck after. You pulled back so you could look at him. He was blushing. He was still blushing when you kissed.

Your eyes went wide, and he looked at you questioning your expression. ‘What’s going on honey?’ You looked at your phone once more, and faced him again. ‘Alex..’ you began, ‘I-it’s Wednesday.’ He blinked three times. ‘No its not.’ He said, unbelievingly. He stole your phone from your hands, and saw the date on the lockscreen (which was a photo of you two, him pressing a kiss against your cheek in a photobooth, the second day you were at his). He stared at it, until it automatically turned off. He gave it back. He frowned, pouted, and nuzzled his head in your chest. He kissed your collarbone. ‘I feel like you’re about to cry’ You grinned slightly. ‘WELL Y/N I AM I DON’T WANT YOU TO LEAVE YET PLEASE WHY DO YOU NEED TO LEAVE? You could live here I could get your stuff flown over here! We could share this bed forever, we could wake up to each other forever I can’t leave you anymore. I wont, I wont go back to it. It’s hell, you not with me, that’s hell.’ He went serious. You frowned as well, emotions bubbling up in your stomach. ‘stay? please? Even if it’s just another week. I need you with me.’ He whispered against your neck. ‘What about that flight?’ You asked softly. He looked up at you, a hand tucking a strand of hair behind your ears. He smiled. ‘I’ll pay for it, you’re not going, is that okay, baby?’ his eyes sparkled again. You smiled widely. ‘Yes! Yes, yes, yes. Thank you, thank you.’ You mumbled. You kissed him, multiple times, all over his face. You watched his face turn red in your hands. He blushed. He still blushed.

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rafescoke · 3 years

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New Girl ; Rafe Cameron

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Pairing: Rafe Cameron x reader

Summary: Just as Rafe thought his life couldn’t get any worse, a new girl moved into town.

Warnings: Straight smut! Mentions of trauma, extreme love-hate relationship, fluff

A/N: thank you so much for 600+ followers wtf ily <33

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One thing that Rafe was sure of; he was no tour guide, or anything of the sort.

Sure, he got himself into trouble; vandalising the principal’s office and destroying school’s properties, but that was it. He didn’t try to include the part where he goes to parties to get high and wake up the next evening with a painful headache, that was more to his personal life and he believed no one in the education system could have the advantage to be mad at him for it.

“I simply just won’t do it,” Rafe shrugged, sighing against the chair. “Look, why don’t you ask Topper to help this new kid? He’s good in class.”

“You answered yourself, Mr. Cameron,” the counsellor sighed, placing a file on top of the table lightly. “He’s good at school work, and you’re not. That’s why we’re going with you.”

So that was the core reason as to why Rafe was waiting impatiently for the arrival of the new student, whom he didn’t even care about to know the gender. All he wanted was to sit at the back of the school and light some joints.

“Mr. Cameron, this is Ms. (Y/L/N).”

Rafe took a look at her. He bit the insides of his cheeks, thinking how she didn’t even make an effort to dress properly for her first day in a new schoolz

An oversized tee and denim shorts. Really?

“Hi,” she smiled, extending her hands. “I’m (Y/N).”

“Rafe,” was all he said, before handing her her timetable for the semester.

She scanned the paper, nodding slightly and pointed at a word. When she realised how Rafe wasn’t listening, she cleared her throat.

“What?”

“I got Biology with Mr Garcia. Where’s Room 3?”

Rafe scooted closer next to her, and the smell of strawberry cheesecake wafted into his nostrils. He took a step back, seething.

Who would even wear a cakey perfume?

“Uh, that’s like, at the end of the hall?” He answered, but it was more like a question. He looked at the direction he was noting, and nodded again. “Definitely the one at the end of the hall.”

“You really don’t care, do you?” She asked, crossing her arms. “Where’s my locker?”

Rafe took another look at her timetable, searching for her locker number.

372.

He turned to look at his own locker, finding the number, and letting out an ‘oh’. “Yours just 4 lockers away from mine.”

“Thanks.” She muttered, and Rafe sighed before fixing the left side of his bag strap dangling from his left shoulder. “Is that it? Can I go?”

“Not so fast, Rafe,” the counsellor sighed, stopping him by his chest. “You’re supposed to stay with her for the week. Help her get around. And you’re supposed to show her around the school compound now.”

Rafe looked up to the counsellor with a pained expression and then back to (Y/N), his chest heavy. “Fine. Let’s go. What do you call yourself again?”

Right before lunch, Rafe stayed over in his class for a few minutes before going out to the hall. He didn’t want to see the new girl, and he didn’t feel like being her assistant anymore.

But the world wasn’t that fair.

(Y/N) grinned, walking towards him. “Can you show me the cafeteria?”

“How do you even know my class?” He muttered, keeping a distance between them. The last thing he ever wanted was to let the news of him being with the new girls circulating around the school, or worse, the whole island.

“My class is directly in front of yours. We parted just now.”

Of course she would remember that.

. . .

A week went by quickly, and before Rafe would know it, he didn’t see (Y/N) anymore, and he was content with it.

Until her family decided to become neighbours with his.

“What do you mean the (Y/L/N) bought the house next to us?” He groaned, watching as Rose and Ward prepared to greet themselves to the new family.

The last thing he wanted was to show her around the fucking island like he was some kind of a hotel worker.

She was in a yellow sundress, and Rafe couldn’t help but notice the way her (H/C) glowed under the sunlight. She looked similar to her mother, both bringing pastries as a way to introduce themselves.

“Hi, we just moved next door,” Mrs (Y/L/N) said, showing the Camerons her pearly white teeth. Rafe wondered if she ever got them done, because it’s not possible for a human to have such white assets.

“Hi, welcome to Obx,” Ward gushed, accepting the pastries happily. “Rafe, take the other cake.”

(Y/N) looked up at the sound of his name, and to Rafe’s amusement, began gritting her teeth. He took the cake with a smirk, happy that he got her all worked up.

He would definitely have the best time of his life taunting the shit out of this girl.

. . .

“Hey, wanna ride a boat?”

“Topper, leave her alone,” Rafe sighed, fixing his cap so it was facing backwards. “She’s not interested.”

(Y/N) perked up at this invitation, never actually riding a boat alone if it wasn’t during a holiday since she was originally from the city. She walked towards her neighbour’s deck, her skin illuminating the golden sunrays.

“Sure.”

Rafe mentally groaned, having to deal with the girl now, but he wasn’t sure if he was angry or jealous. It wasn’t him to be jealous easily, but after a week of becoming her tour guide, he guessed he deserves some kind of a credit from her. Topper didn’t do anything, but she was gladly accepting his invitation.

Their usual stroll along the stream of the island was not like usual, since the air was now filled with the annoying chatter between (Y/N) and Topper. Rafe could never relate with them, only wanting to relax his mind and sleep it off.

“So you’re a city girl? That’s great!”

“Sure Tops,” Rafe wondered, smiling delightly. Anything to get into a girl’s pants. . .

“You know what, (Y/N)?” He called from the place he was resting, and he waited a few seconds before continuing his speech. “If you’re looking for a boyfriend, Topper’s not the guy. He hasn’t moved on from his ex-girlfriend.”

Sure, he would get a lot of shit from Topper for saying that, but he was done with the pointless flirting between them.

“What about you?”

Rafe opened his eyes, watching her from behind his sunglasses. He shifted his position, “What about me?”

“Have you moved on from your ex-girlfriend?”

Has he moved on from Kie? He wasn’t entirely sure. Their relationship was brief, but she was all Rafe had. When she decided to go all full-pogue, he knew there was nothing left of them.

“I don’t date.”

“I can see why,” she said, and Rafe swore he heard some kind of mirth behind her tone.

“Have you?”

“Moved on from an ex?”

Rafe nodded, opening his eyes slightly.

“I guess.”

“Good for him.”

“Excuse me?” She gasped, pushing him lightly. “You’re an asshole.”

She leaned closer onto him, and for a second Rafe thought about letting her in his bubble, but he quickly shoved her away. “Watch it.”

“I’m just trying to tell you about that fucking fly on your face.”

“Yeah? Liar.”

(Y/N) huffed, stomping back to Topper, and Rafe laughed silently.

1-0.

. . .

Fuck.

If he would’ve known about the police raid in Topper’s party, he wouldn’t have come to his house at all. But here he was; all pushed up against the metal chair of the police station, his hair messy and his eyes bloodshot.

“We’re taking a urine test, son,” Shoupe said, sighing. “There’s always something wrong with you.”

Rafe thought about (Y/N) suddenly, and how she was probably back home and watching some kind of a rom-com. That’s totally her; all cuddled up with a pink teddy bear probably named ‘Bear-bear’, constantly wiping the tears off her face over the sad breakup scene of a movie.

Rafe was forced to strip out of his shirt and jeans before entering the small cubicle, and having to go through this same procedure for quite a few times now, he didn’t mind giving a show to the workers.

He quickly zipped his jeans bag, handing a female worker a cup filled to the end with his urine. He yawned, already knowing the results, so there was no use being nervous about it.

He was picked up by an angry Ward an hour later. He groaned, getting in the car to prepare himself for the same lecture about his future and how he shouldn’t jeopardise it, but he was shocked when Ward didn’t utter a word at all.

It was very uncomfortable, but he guessed he was just tired.

“Good morning.”

Rafe rubbed his eyes against the bright sunlight, feeling the pain from his head slowly soaring throughout his body. He squinted his eyes at the figure in front of him again, trying to blink the blurriness away.

“What the fuck?”

“Your mom told me to call for you,” (Y/N) said, looking away from him. Rafe looked down to his body, seeing his shirtless self, and laughed.

Of fucking course she would be uncomfortable with him being shirtless.

“She’s not my mom,” he grunted, removing the covers off of him and checking his phone for the time.

12.43p.m.

“Fuck,” he muttered, and his eyes turned to her again. “What are you doing here again? Leave.”

“Waiting for you.”

“I’ll be downstairs in a few seconds,” he muttered. He didn’t need her to be some kind of maid for him.

(Y/N) muttered some curse word, hoping that riled him up, but she would be stupid if she thought a random curse word would make him Rafe Cameron angry.

It would take a lot more to raise an expression from Rafe Cameron, and a curse word definitely wouldn’t.

. . .

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”

His boat was not working, but he had just filled her up the night before. This was the newest model too, and he couldn’t afford asking Ward to fix his boat again. Not when he was caught with being on drugs from his urine test last week, and the only reason he got out of the trouble was because of Ward again.

“Is it not working, Rafey?”

Rafe looked up to the sound. (Y/N) was watching him with a sly grin, shielding her eyes with her hands from the sun like she was some goddamn queen that would melt from the heat.

“What did you do to my boat?” He groaned, trying to turn the ignition again.

“What did I do? Come on, why do you always think so bad of me? That’s kinda ru—”

Before she could continue her taunt, Rafe climbed the deck, inching closer towards her and smeling that goddamn cake smell again.

Hell, he’ll buy her a new perfume to stop breathing in that fucking smell.

“That’s kinda what?” He whispered. He was so close to her now, and he could hear her breath hitching. He smirked, his heart soaring.

“You’re kinda dumb for a kook, Rafe,” she sighed. She dangled a familiar key in front of him, and when Rafe took a closer look, he noticed it was the key to his boat.

She threw the key into the water and Rafe watched it plopped, moving straight towards the deep end. His eyes flared at her again, his chest heaving.

“Hope you have a spare key.”

1-1.

. . .

That should be good, he guessed, for being in a tie with (Y/N). But he doesn’t like someone being in the same league as him, so it must be 2-1.

And the 2 from him.

But that was for another day, because Kiara Carrera was in front of him. He fixed his cap so it was facing backwards again, and then putting his hands into his pockets for good measure.

“Hey,” he greeted her. She smiled at him grimly before looking back at the menu, clearly uninterested. “How’re you?”

“I’m. . . great,” she breathed. “Why?”

“Just asking,” he shrugged, “Do you wanna go out for some drinks sometimes? Like the old times?”

Rafe curled his toes, waiting nervously.

“Um, I have to check with my parents first,” she replied. “But, Rafe, you know, it’s been. . . a year.”

“Of course,” he laughed, trying to hide the sudden emotion inside him. “I meant hanging out as a friend.”

“Of course!” She suddenly exclaimed, “If you would bring (Y/N) with us.”

“Oh, I don’t-”

“You don’t?”

“I- fine. I’ll bring her with me. Is tomorrow okay?” He sighed, already foreseeing the future.

And it’s full of shit.

“Tomorrow.”

. . .

“Wow, I am not going to third wheel you and someone, Rafe,” (Y/N) laughed, resting her back against her chair.

“Please,” Rafe begged, sighing. He didn’t know how much begging he could do anymore, not when he had so many things to do. He took a deep breath again, “I’ll do anything for you back.”

“Including hooking me up with JJ?”

“Yes- no. No. What the fuck? Where did you even know this guy?” He expressed, his eyebrows furrowing. He was not going to let her a pull a Kie, though they weren’t dating.

“He helps mower the lawn.”

Of course. JJ Maybank would never pass the chance to get some money while checking out girls.

“I’m not helping you to get together with JJ,” he sighed. “Can we go for a better option? Like Landon? He’s rich.”

“I’m richer,” she yawned. “Okay. Fine. Topper.”

“No,” he shook his head. “Not going to happen.”

If she ever thought about him allowing her to date his best friend, she has to be a lot smarter than that.

He didn’t know why he wouldn’t allow it. Maybe he was scared of Topper hurting her.

Or maybe he just couldn’t imagine her with someone else.

“Then we have no deal,” she replied simply, gazing at her newly painted nails. She gazed at Rafe who seemed to be thinking hard from the top of her sunglasses.

He groaned. “Fine. I’ll help you with Topper. But I’m warning you; he. Has. Not. Moved. On.”

“Oh, he will.”

. . .

Kie was all up on Rafe.

He didn’t know what had gotten into her, because she was never this. . . strong-willed.

Kie had her hands placed against Rafe’s chest, kissing him tenderly and sometimes running her fingers through his hair.

Rafe sucked in a breath, watching as she part. Her mouth formed into a grin, and Rafe couldn’t help but grin back.

“Wanna do it?”

Did he? Of course he wanted to “do it”. He had been wanting to do so since forever. He would be crazy to say no to that invitation, and he was definitely sane.

He looked at (Y/N), who was awkwardly perched up on the sofa, tucking her legs under her and watching some kind of a movie on her phone. Her eyes looked up to Rafe, and she quickly looked away.

“In one of the rooms?”

Kie seemed to look around the boat for a while, like he was looking for someone, but there were only two of them. And (Y/N).

“Fine,” she huffed, and pulled him towards one of the rooms by his wrist.

Kie pushed him onto the bed, and Rafe wondered how she got this side of her. Throughout their 6 months of dating, she never showed him this, so this was a bit of a shock to him.

“Hey, hey,” Rafe gripped her wrists, holding her still. “We don’t have to rush.”

“I want to,” she said, and leaned closer. “I thought you wanted this?”

They began making out, his hand slipping down her back to grab her ass, only to be met with her vibrating phone in her back pocket.

“I’ll get it,” he mumbled against the kiss, and pulled her phone out.

A picture of JJ Maybank’s smiling face right next to Kie greeted him, and his name was perched on top of the screen, signalling his call.

Of course. She never wanted to fuck him. It was always to make someone jealous. That explained the gritted teeth Kie would make when he mentioned JJ earlier.

He sighed, pushing her away so she ended up by his side. “I gotta go.”

“Huh?” Kie sat up straight, looking from Rafe to her phone. She saw the caller, cleared her throat, and held up a finger to tell him to wait.

He should’ve known.

. . .

Rafe never liked the annual Obx’s drive-in movie theatre, because he really didn’t get the hype of watching a mainstream movie that he had watched with Wheezie a lot of times before in his car.

This year, it was way worse; they decided to have some kind of a horror themed drive-in movie theatre, and the best part of all; (Y/N) was going with Topper.

Rafe groaned for the thousandth time at the rapping of a clown against his car window. He gave the clown his middle finger, telling him ‘watch it, you’re scratching my car’, and moving his attention back to the screen.

Annabelle had disappeared from the room the two nurses had placed her in, and the volume quietened before booming again when the doll had appeared in the living room, perching on top of the sofa.

He rolled his eyes, and took a look at (Y/N) and his best friend laying in the back part of his jeep from the rearview window.

They were cuddling.

“Fuck off,” he grunted, throwing his hands into the air. A human-sized Annabelle pulled on the shotgun’s door now, and Rafe gave the actor another middle finger before yelling a ‘fuck you’.

“This is ridiculous,” he said to no one in particular. He stepped out of the vehicle, knowing damn well he would be the target of the ghosts now, but he couldn’t care less. All he wanted was to step away from all of this and maybe refill his soda.

He made his way to the back of the lot, getting his money out beforehand. Some type of a wannabe Michael Myers came up, to which he quickly put a hand up to stop him.

“Don’t. I’m not in the mood.”

Michael Myers seemed to get him, because he left to scare someone else.

“Refill,” he sighed, giving the worker his cup. “Coke.”

“You mean like literal coke?”

Rafe looked behind him, surprised to see a red-faced (Y/N) holding a popcorn bucket. He licked his teeth. “Why? Have you tried it before?”

(Y/N) went up beside him, muttering about putting more caramel in her popcorn to the worker before looking at him. “You seem mad.”

“I’m not.”

“You are.”

“That’s because you’re all up in my business,” he scoffed. He turned to look at his coke, but the worker was still filling the cup up.

Good. Did the machine break or something?

“Where’s the girlfriend?” She asked. She was clearly amused by his sudden tightness, but he quickly softened, as to not rile her up.

“Where’s the fuckbud- I mean boyfriend? Sorry. It just slipped.”

(Y/N) nodded, her mouth forming into a grin. “If you’re jealous, you can just say that.”

“Wait, wait, of what, exactly?”

She shrugged.

“Yeah, exactly. No. For all I care, you guys can get married and move to fucking Antartica and have mini (Y/N)s and Christophers running around.”

The worker placed the newly refilled coke and caramelised popcorn on the counter, and Rafe wondered why she would receive her food at the same time as his when had come here first.

He rolled his eyes, grabbing the drink and walking back towards the car.

(Y/N) jogged to catch up with him, her popcorn bouncing against her chest. “You’re rude, do you know that?”

“Jesus Christ, we’re still on this?” He mumbled. He was still walking, but he wanted her to catch up so he slowed down. He guessed it would be the perfect ending to his night to taunt her until she’s all worked up.

“I just can’t think of a reason why you’re acting so fucking rude to me.”

“Yeah? Think again.” Rafe sipped on his coke, feeling the carbonated drink sloshing down his throat. He felt content, but he wasn’t sure if it was from the coke or from the girl beside him.

“This is—”

A nurse with a bloody front suddenly appeared before them, using some kind of a spray to maximise the size of the fire from a lighter. (Y/N) screamed, turning away from the heat, and Rafe quickly caught her before she could end up on the floor.

“Fuck, fucking move,” he yelled to the nurse, who seemed to be satisfied with her work. Rafe turned to (Y/N), trying to check on her state.

“Yo, yo, you good? Why are you shaking?”

She was trembling really hard against him. She had her arms around Rafe’s neck, her popcorn splattered on the ground. She jolted when a scream came from the speaker.

“Come on, let’s get you to the car,” he mumbled, helping her walk. She kept her face hidden in the crook of his neck, and Rafe had to try his best to balance both of the girl and the Coke in his hands back to the vehicle.

Topper was no longer in the back seat, perhaps looking for Sarah (Rafe wasn’t a bit surprised at this). He was glad his best friend wasn’t there, because the last thinf he needed was two people freaking out on him.

“Okay, chill, I got you,” Rafe grunted, placing the Coke in the cup holder before seating the girl beside the driver’s seat. He sighed before climbing into the driver’s seat and locked the door in case some kind of a crazy maniac tried to freak her out again.

“What’s wrong?”

She didn’t answer, not that Rafe expected her to. She looked like she was reminded by some kind of memory, but Rafe didn’t want to dwell so much on it.

If he could, he would reverse his car out of this lot back to their homes, but he was one of the first cars to arrive at the drive-in theatre, so it was impossible to get out.

He sighed, placing his hands against his lap. “You can tell me, you know.”

She finally looked up to him, and Rafe’s breath hitched from the sight of her red eyes. He softened.

Whatever it was with that fire, it had triggered some kind of a memory in her.

He placed a hand against her lap, but not moving so; just a splat of his hand against her soft skin. He had meant for that as comfort, but he realised how creepy the situation was. He pulled away, clearing his throat.

So they stayed until the end of the movie, just the two of them, and Rafe was sure she wasn’t even watching the remaining parts of the movie. He pretended to watch, but he was really just staring at her the whole time.

Will she ever let her hair down like this again? Because he liked it.

When the movie ended and the cars were starting to move, Rafe slowly reversed the car so as to not shake her awake. But she was a light sleeper, and she woke up as soon as he hit the brakes.

She rubbed her eyes, “Where are we going?”

“Home,” he answered. “You’re okay?”

She didn’t answer, and Rafe knew she wasn’t.

. . .

Two weeks after the incident, they never spoke of it again.

Rafe tried to get an answer out, but to no avail. He didn’t get why he was trying his best to help her, because he, too, needed help.

“Nah. I won’t invite her. If you want (Y/N) to come, then you’ll have to invite her yourself.”

Wheezie’s shoulders slumped, “But you’re close to her!”

“I’m not, and she hates my guts,” Rafe replied honestly. Because that was the truth, right? She didn’t even want to tell him about why she was so scared of fire.

“Invite me to what?”

“(Y/N)!” Wheezie ran to hug her, to which (Y/N) laughed before patting her on the crown of her head. “Tell her, Rafe!”

Is she fucking serious?

“Tell me what?” (Y/N) looked up to Rafe strangely.

“Wheezie wants to have a movie night, and she wants you to watch with us.” Rafe sighed, hating how he couldn’t just ignore Wheezie. She was definitely Rafe’s favourite, being so close to her brother ever since she was born.

“Oh, is that true?” She smiled, looking at Wheezie. “Should I come and wear my best pajamas?”

“You’re not sleeping over, your house is literally 5 minutes away. 2 if you run.” Rafe rolled his eyes. He went up to the counter to pick up a sandwich before biting into it, tasting the creamy eggs and ham. He licked his lips.

“She can sleep with Sarah, right, (Y/N)?”

“If she wants me too. . .”

Rafe rolled his eyes again, “Sarah won’t be with us for tonight’s movie night. She’s starting to hang out with the pogues.”

“Why are you so against the pogues?” (Y/N) asked, when Wheezie left to write a reminder of tonight’s event in her diary.

“Why can’t you just shut your mouth?” He sighed. “It’s all bla bla bla bla. Can’t you see you’ll be happier without having to open your mouth every few seconds?”

(Y/N) bit her lips, and for a second, Rafe had to look away from the look she was giving him.

Shit. Why was he even looking away?

She turned to go away, but was halted by Rafe’s fingers around her wrist. She groaned, turning her attention back to him. “What?”

“You still haven’t told me about the night of the drive-in theatre.”

“Good,” was all she said, before she went back by the sliding door to her home.

. . .

“Rafe would be mad if he saw me watching this.”

“It’s rom-com! And it’s totally PG-13. Trust me on this, okay? Anne Hathaway, yeah, that girl, yes, she’s going to get prettier throughout the movie.” (Y/N) smiled, popping popcorn into her mouth.

Wheezie sighed, placing her head against (Y/N)’s shoulders and yawned. “Like what? Princess Diaries?”

“Yes, but this is The Devil Wears Prada. You’ll love it!”

A beam of light filled the mini movie theatre of The Camerons, signalling the late arrival of Rafe Cameron. He brought two chocolate bars, a Coke (again) and some chicken nuggets.

“Move,” he said, motioning to Wheezie.

“There are more seats around here!” Wheezie hissed, crossing her arms. “I’m not leaving (Y/N).”

“You’re not leaving her, silly, you’re just scooting more to the right.”

“What’s in it for me?” She raised a brow.

“Nuggets?”

She scooted to the side, giving more space for Rafe to place himself beside an annoyed (Y/N).

Out of all 7 medium-sized sofas in the theatre, he decided to pick the one the two girls were sitting on.

Rafe handed Wheezie the plate full of chicken nuggets, looking at (Y/N) before watching the screen. He groaned, “What’s this? Trash?”

“A masterpiece, so shut up,” (Y/N) replied. Rafe huffed, amused, and unwrapped the chocolate bar.

“Want some?”

“No.”

“Come on,” he cooed, placing the chocolate before her eyes. She grunted, pushing his hands away.

Rafe took that as his final warning. He didn’t want to annoy her even more, knowing that she will probably not talk to him anymore. He decided to wait until half an hour later, just to taunt her again.

“I’m going to get more popcorn,” Wheezie suddenly said after an hour into the movie. She excused herself to the kitchen, leaving the two of them alone.

(Y/N) sighed. Great, just like how she wanted.

“What do you want from me?” Anne Hathaway’s voice blared from the speaker, and Rafe looked at (Y/N).

“What do you want from me?” He asked, repeating the dialogue. (Y/N) watched him from the corners of her eyes, not getting any delight from this.

“For you to shut up.”

“Really? That’s boring,” he sighed. “Do you want to know what I want from you?”

“Sure.”

“I’m thinking of a few things. Maybe you, on my lap.”

(Y/N)’s breath hitched, but she tried her best not to look disturb. She shifted in her seating position.

Rafe leaned closer, feeling her heat. “Your turn.”

You know what? Fuck it.

(Y/N) turned to look at him fully in his face, leaning even closer that a part of her was practically on top of him. “Do you know what I think of you, Rafe?”

His eyes dropped to her lips, and he swore his heartbeat quit beating.

“I think about you, Rafe,” she whispered. “All pressed up against me in my bed, whim-”

“More popcorn!”

(Y/N) returned to her previous position, bewildered. She fixed her hair, and her eyes were back to the screen.

If Wheezie were to hang out with a pogue right now, Rafe wouldn’t give a fuck.

“Well, the ending’s shitty,” Rafe exclaimed, clapping his hands. He watched as the end credits rolled, and took a look at Wheezie.

He nudged her, sighing. “Wake up, Wheeze. Go to your room.”

She groaned, searching for her fallen glasses. Rafe helped her to put them on, and gave her another poke.

“I want to watch the movie.”

“The movie’s finished. It’s time to sleep. Go.”

Wheezie groaned, muttering how it’s not fair that her brother could stay up with (Y/N) to watch more movies, but she guessed she was too tired for another round of movie anyways.

“What’s the next pick?”

“Horror.”

“Nah.”

“Why?”

“‘Cause you’re going to freak out on me again.”

“I won’t,” she assured him. “Let’s go with Hereditary.”

Rafe’s fingers and (Y/N)’s were almost touching. He was still bothered by her comment before Wheezie came barging in, and he was still desperate to hear her reply.

“(Y/N)?”

“Hm?”

“What were you trying to say?”

(Y/N) stopped watching, and looked at him. “What?”

“About you thinking of me.”

She blushed. “Nah.”

“Come on,” he nudged. When she didn’t move, he tried placing his hand against her thigh.

(Y/N) stood up suddenly, and for a second, Rafe thought he had fucked up. He watched as she went to the door, locked it, and went back to their place.

“You locked the door.”

“Yeah.”

Rafe licked his lips, smirking slightly. “Ah, I see the game you’re playing.”

“What game?” She raised a brow, only turning to the screen when a scream blared from the speaker.

“Hey, look at me.” Rafe tugged on her chin, forcing her to look at him, and his eyes actually looked into hers. He noticed the (E/C) colour of her eyes now, and he swore he had never looked at something more appealing. “Tell me.”

She stayed quiet, not moving a muscle.

Rafe sighed, getting impatient. He leaned closer now, this time his lips merely an inch away from her cheeks. He could feel the heat radiating from her.

“Tell me, baby.”

“You getting all close to me isn’t helping, Cameron,” she sighed, laying her head against the sofa.

“Still playing hard to get?”

“I’m not playing anything.”

Rafe slowly placed a kiss against her temple before trailing down to her cheeks. She sucked in a breath, and Rafe smiled.

“Still playing?”

She nodded.

Rafe’s lips touched hers by a bit, and she let out a moan she had been trying her very best to contain. Rafe chuckled, pulling away.

“Still playing?”

“Shut up.”

“That’s a yes? Or a no?”

“That’s a fuck you.”

“Oh,” Rafe smiled. “Thought you never asked.”

His kiss was gentle. So soft, and (Y/N) had never felt something like that before. The kiss deepened when she let out a soft moan, riling Rafe even more.

He pulled her up onto his chest, letting her hands rest against his chest before pulling her away. Her lips were red, and there was a string of their saliva hanging from both of their lips.

“What do you want, (Y/N)?”

“You.”

“Huh?”

“You.”

He smiled, tugging on her shirt. “Off.”

She wasted no time to remove her shirt, exposing her new black bra she ordered online a few days before. Rafe sat back, his eyes dark.

“Jesus Christ.”

He kissed her neck, trailing down to her collar bones before stopping directly on her chest. His fingers fiddled with the bra clip, being so used with this already, and removed the piece of clothing with ease.

(Y/N) instinctively covered her chest, her chest heaving.

Rafe looked up to her, his eyes softening. “What’s wrong?”

“Am not comfortable.”

“Oh, that’s alright, we don’t have to do—”

“No, Rafe, I want this. I just don’t think I’m perfect enough for you.”

Rafe let out a breath, placing a soft kiss against her stomach. She closed her eyes, throwing her head back. He guided her hands away, exposing her perky breast to the entire theatre to see.

Rafe was glad he was the only guy present.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful.”

“Shut up.”

He looked up into her eyes, wetting his lips. “I’ll do anything to fuck you right now.”

(Y/N) grinded against him, causing a groan to escape from his throat. He held her waist in place, not wanting to trigger his release.

“Do it,” she whispered.

The movie became a background noise as he fumbled with her shorts, grunting when he couldn’t figure out the knot.

He positioned himself before her, and looked up into her eyes again. Her chest was heaving, and she looked nervous.

“You’re okay?”

“I’m a virgin.”

Oh fuck.

Why would she even say that? He couldn’t even contain himself anymore.

He pushed himself into her, letting her get used to the feeling. He waited for her nod, signaling that she was okay and hadn’t changed her mind, and thrusted into her again.

His hands stayed around her waist to guide her, watching as her mouth slightly parted as he deepened inside her. She bit her lips, her nails clawing onto his shoulders.

“Oh my god.”

“Fuck,” he groaned, feeling his own forehead clammy. He didn’t notice her hands that had left his shoulder. She cupped his face, placing wet kisses against his cheeks.

“You’re so good for me, baby,” he whimpered, allowing her hands to guide his. She placed them around her breast as she rode him, and Rafe had never felt better.

If he has to taunt and annoy her more to get into this level again, he’ll do it again. Without any hesitation.

“I’m so close, baby, fuck,” he groaned. He gave her another longing kiss, looking down to where their bodies connect, and moaned loudly.

Just before he reached his end, he pulled her away, not wanting to plant himself into her. (Y/N) tried to wrap her fingers around his penis to which Rafe jerked at for being so sensitive. He pulled her hands away, his chest heaving.

“Don’t,” he grunted. His load shot out of his member, wetting the sofa underneath them, and Rafe quickly slapped his shaft against her core to get her to reach her end.

“Rafe, I-”

“Let it,” he whispered, watching as she tilted her head back, exposing her neck. “Let go, baby.”

She trembled slightly, finally reaching her high, and collapsed on top of the heaving boy. Rafe stroked her hair, pulling her into a lying position, and planted another soft kiss against the back of her head.

“The movie’s still on.”

“Watch the next part, it’s amazing,” Rafe whispered, still holding her close. They were both naked, still coming down from their highs, but Rafe had never felt better.

(Y/N) turned to look at him. “You’re still an asshole.”

He placed a soft kiss against her lips. “Your asshole.”

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