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pandoraslxna · 3 months

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Stepbro!Lo‘ak x female omatikaya reader

⋆｡° ✮ Minors dni 🔞

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⋆｡° ✮ Warnings: dirty talk, stepcest, mentions of masturbating, in public, mentions of oral, cum eating, voyeurism (?), Lo‘ak being a flustered mess, perv!Lo‘ak

⋆｡° ✮ Adult Lo‘ak art by the amazing @Cinetrix 🩵

"You know what I like?"

Your voice is calm and quiet, words whispered into Lo‘aks ear as you lean against his side and his gaze flicks up and around the gathering. Everyone seems to be busy, his mother and father deep in a conversation with some of the clans eldest. He swallows nervously, his voice just as quiet as yours.

"What?"

He takes a handful of berries and pushes them past his lips, trying just a little too hard to appear unfazed by the fact that a little skin to skin contact with his what dad called step sister sent his heart racing.

"That wet slippery noise when you jerk off and think I'm sleeping."

Lo‘ak almost chokes on his food, sending him into a coughing fit that draws the attention of Neteyam and Spider to them that sit just a few feet away. Worried eyes fall on him before he gets himself under control again.

"What!?"

"I said, that wet–"

"I heard you! Great mother, I- I just I- What!?"

You giggle and lean even more into his side, an innocent gesture that catches Jake’s attention from across the fire. His father smiles, glad to see that his son treats the new addition of the family with such kindness. If only he knew…

"I have to admit, it gets me pretty hot", you tell him, batting your pretty long lashes as you look up at him and Lo‘ak isn’t sure if this is actually happening right now. He’s not sure he can actually hear you or if he’s hallucinating. You don’t seem very fazed by his stunned expression and the sheer horror on his face as you keep going, unbothered by the fact that if Neteyam or Spider or literally anyone around them decided to pay closer attention to them, they would hear what you were saying.

"I figured you'd be the type to be more sneaky about it, you know. But jerking off like that when I'm laying just two and a half feet away, Lolo? That's brave, even for you."

Lo‘ak swallowed. His throat made an odd noise of it‘s own when he tried to talk, so he cleared his throat, his hands clenching and unclenching and fuck, there was sweat beading on his temples and—

"It's not like I really mind or anything", you went on and great— great mother your hand is on his knee and he almost jumps out of his skin when it moves just an inch further up his thigh. "I get antsy myself if I don't scratch that itch at least once a day."

"Once a day?" Lo’ak bursts out before he can even think about it. "Daily's a bit excessive, don't you think?"

"You tell me. I haven't slept straight through the night for ten moons now."

That makes him blush now. So you’ve heard him all this time?

"Why are you even telling me that all now?"

You shrug. "I don’t know. I guess maybe I just wanted my new big brother to tell me all about it."

"All about what? I– I don't even know what we're talking about anymore!"

Another giggle. This time, the sound of it sends a full on body shiver through him. "I want to know what makes you go off so quick all the time."

Face heating up in flustered embarrassment, Lo‘ak frowned at you.

"Are you serious?"

"Hmh. C'mon, Lolo. Tell me what you’ve been fantasizing about."

He opened his mouth. Closed it. Scrubbed a hand over the back of his neck. "I- I don't-"

"You're noisy too, you know", you added with a smug little grin. "Aside from all the panting and moaning, I mean." A weighty pause. "Sometimes it actually sounds like you’re beating it. So wet and rough. You want it that hard? Me, I like it varied. Keep me guessing."

"Eywa, okay, okay. Fine", Lo‘ak cut you off before you could go on with your rambling. Not that his dick could get any harder under his loincloth by now. He shifted on his seat, nervously glancing down at you and then back to the people around them before a mumbled quietly, "Your mouth."

A long pause and then, "That's it? Hm. I mean, I get it, it's a good mouth and all, but that's all you got? My mouth." This time it’s less of a giggle and more of a laugh and one of your hands comes up to cover your mouth from being too loud.

"Lips, specifically?" Lo’ak ventured.

"You suck at this."

"What am I supposed to say? I- I don't actually think about things while I'm at it, they just... pop up!" He tried to reason, yet you seemingly enjoyed the way he panicked and scrambled to find a better choice of words. "Don't blame me for fixating on your blowjob lips!"

That made you pause your laughing, your fingertips now tracing the outline of your bottom lip and don’t look, he thinks to himself. Don’t fucking look. "So that’s what you’ve been thinking about, huh?"

"Oh, great mother", he cursed himself, squeezing his eyes shut as if that would’ve helped him disappear.

"You imagine them all fucked red and wet, hm?" Your voice had suddenly grown more sultry and the realization made his cock pulsate underneath his restraining coverings.

"Something like that", he murmured. There was a dangerous pause, before he added, "Now I’ll probably think about what else you might let me get away with. Besides listening to me jerking off at night, I mean."

A smile tugged at your lips at this. "Like?"

"Small stuff. Like... like if you'd just lay down and let me jerk off on you."

"Hmm, I think so, yes."

Lo’ak closed his eyes again, then tipped his head back. "I meant if that was all I did. Just jerking off while you, kind of, watch me?"

Again, "Yes."

Oh. He wet his lips. "I’ve been thinking about jerking off and … and would you eat it? My cum, I mean. I’ve been imagining watching you lick it off my fingers. Would you–?"

Slightly lower, softer, "Yes."

"If- I mean I know I would like it when you suck me off, I bet you're good at it," and saying this was so much easier with his eyes closed but he had to look at you, see your expression for what came now, "but if you'd let me, if I just held your head still so I could–"

Lo‘ak stopped, swallowed. His cock was so painful hard right now, but he waited for you to pick up where he left off, finish it, but all you gave him was a tiny pleased, "Go on."

"I want to fuck your mouth. I really, really want to."

"How would you want to do that, Lolo?" You tilt you head and it’s just now that he realized how close your hand had wandered up his thigh and he might actually come right in his loincloth if this kept going for another minute, but fucking shit he needed to get this out before he bursts, no matter what your response to it might be.

"Hard. Hard enough to make your voice go rough."

"Yes." It took him a long minute to realise that this wasn't just agreement, it was permission.

"You… you would actually let me do anything I want, wouldn't you?"

Your hand then left his thigh, much to his disappointment and he watched with wide fearful eyes as you got up to stand, his face so flustered red that his skin prickled.

"Only one way to find out", you finally said, before looking around for any possibly unwanted listeners. "Meet me at the waterfall in ten minutes", you said with a wink and Lo‘ak finally exhaled the breath he was holding this entire time.

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itgetsdark-x · 1 year

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Hellooo I have a teeny tiny request: dbf!joel taking readers virginity 👀👀 what do you think? The idea just struck me and i believe this would be soo hot but also cute 😳 sry i‘m just a sucker for intimacy 🙈

Anyways it‘s just an idea, no stress, i love your writing 💕

A/N: wheeew, thank you for the request anon! I tried to write Joel a little softer here and it just had me in a mess! I hope this is okay for you and you enjoy it!! I’m sorry for the delay, honey <3

Summary: Joel was always hanging around your house and your dad, one way or another. You wanted him, and badly. He needed to be your first.

Word Count: 3.9k

Characters: dbf!joel miller x virgin!reader (f)

Warnings: 18+, minors dni! fingering (f receiving), first time reader, unprotected p in v (do better pls), slight praise kink if you squint, age gap (everyone is of legal and consenting age, reader’s age not specified)

It was a warm spring day, you were sat in the garden with a beer in your hand; across from you was your dad and his best friend, Joel Miller. Joel was almost a permanent fixture around your house now, he had been in your life for years and it was near impossible to imagine life without him, or how life was before him.

He was a handsome man, close to your father’s age and admittedly, you had quite the crush on him and had done for a few years. Of course you hadn’t acted on it, you didn’t want to upset your dad or ruin anything in your life but then there were the lonely nights that you spent alone, your fingers rubbing at your clit frustratedly, never managing to finish, as you imagined the older man taking your virginity. You knew it was wrong but it didn’t stop you from fantasising, only now, it seemed to happen more frequently.

You smiled as you sipped your beer, your mind wandering as your father and Joel were in deep conversations; occasionally you would throw in a laugh or reply to something either of them said but for the most part, you just enjoyed soaking up their conversations and the late evening sunset.

You weren’t really sure how you had got to your age and hadn’t slept with anyone yet and part of you felt shame that you hadn’t, thanks to the throwaway comments from your friends or the way the media portrayed casual sex. You felt inexperienced and the longer you went without it, the feeling of shame and nerves only seemed to grow, you cursed society and your friends for making you feel that way. You had boyfriends previously but the time never felt right for you, and for that, you were proud of your morals and how you stuck to them. A lot of the time, when you didn’t put out for a partner, they left you and it was frustrating, and more importantly, hurtful. Still, no one ever felt right, no one ever seemed to compare to Joel in your mind.

The sun had fully set by now, your dad and Joel were still arguing back and forth about something trivial and you laughed fondly as you watched them two of them. You had gone inside and to get a blanket which was now wrapped around your shoulders, the chill of the evening not effecting you.

“Sweetpea, I’m gonna head inside and get some rest. Thank you for a lovely day and night.” Your dad spoke to you, fully addressing you. You smiled into his side as he gave you a brief hug and kissed the top of your head.

“You okay to see yourself out? You’re more than welcome to stay the night. Y/N can setup the pullout for you!” Your dad offered to Joel.

“I’ll finish up my beer and see how I feel after, thanks bud. I’ll see you in a couple days, at the bar, if I don’t end up staying. Thanks again.” Joel spoke, his deep voice sending a shiver down your spine.

“Don’t catch a cold.” Your dad said, peering down at you when he felt you shiver. “I love you, sweetheart.”

“I love ya too, dad. I’m fine. Goodnight.” You called to him as he closed the patio door behind him.

A silence fell between the two of you, you placed your bottle onto the garden table and looked up to the sky, stars were slowly starting to twinkle in the evening’s dusk and you sighed.

“What’s up, princess?” Joel asked, he often called you various pet names but that one always hit differently.

“What does sex feel like?” You asked nonchalantly.

Joel spluttered on his mouthful of beer and placed it down, clearing his throat. “Has your daddy not had the chat with you?”

“Well duh, of course he has but he hasn’t exactly told me what it feels like.” You huffed frustratedly, now looking at Joel.

“I uh, I don’t know how to answer that question, really.” Joel admitted quietly. “Have you, uh, have you not?” His question tailed off as you shook your head in response.

“Nope.” You hugged again, wrapping the blanket tighter round you. “Can’t even manage to cum when I touch myself either.”

Joel shifted in his seat, somewhere in his mind he pictured you laid out on your bed, your fingers buried deep in yourself with a frown as you tried to work yourself to release. He pushed those thoughts deep down and shook his head.

“Well it’s different for guys, princess. A lot easier.” He shrugged, hoping you would drop the conversation.

“Yeah but you’ve obviously had sex with women!” You said casually.

“Obviously.” Joel retorted.

“Exactly, so like, you know how to make them cum unless, Joel Miller, you’re openly admitting you don’t know how to please a woman.” You laughed.

“I know how to please a woman!” He defended. “Plenty of women, and I ain’t ever had complaints.”

“Show me.”

It was a throwaway comment, the beers you had consumed flowed through your veins and made your lips a little looser than normal. Before you had registered it fully, the words had fallen from your mouth.

“I’m sorry?! What?!” Joel asked, his voice a raised whisper.

“S-show me… I want my first time to matter, Joel. I want it to be with someone who knows me and cares about me. You care about me, right?” You asked, getting out of your seat and sitting into Joel’s lap, your blanket discarded.

“Princess. I can’t… I… it wouldn’t be right…” He mumbled, sounding like he was trying to convince himself more than anything. “Your daddy would kill us both.”

“I’ll be quiet, please Joel… I’m desperate. Please.” You begged, your voice high and whiny. “I’ve seen the way you watch me, your eyes follow me around like a lost puppy. Especially when I wear little dresses. I’ve noticed it and I’m telling you right now, I feel the same.”

Before Joel could argue again, you dipped your head down and closed the space between your faces to place and innocent kiss to the male’s lips. As soon as you made contact you moaned softly into it; his lips were soft against his rough facial hair and it made you wetter than you could have imagined before.

Joel held his hands up innocently, unsure whether he should indulge in this moment or not but there you were, sitting in his lap needy and innocent, quite literally begging for him. Cautiously he began to kiss you back, one hand came up to hold your cheek and the other held your knee gently. He commanded the kiss, tilting your head to the right angle as he dipped his tongue into your mouth to explore you further. He could taste the beer on your breath and the faint cherry of your chapstick, it drove him mad and he wanted more.

“You’re gonna kill me.” He whispered almost silently. “Are you sure you want this? You won’t be able to have your first time again, are you sure you wanna waste it on me?”

“Joel,” you stopped him from rambling further. “Anytime I’ve touched myself I’ve imagined it was you, I want you so badly. Please show me how to do it.” You whined.

Joel’s hand tensed gently on your knee, the fact that he was the star in your late-night thoughts made him wanna take you right there and then.

“Inside. We need to go inside, I’m not fuckin’ you on the table. Not for your first time, anyway.” Joel teased with a wink. “You’re gon’ have to be real quiet for me though, little girl.”

You stood from Joel’s lap and nodded eagerly. “Of course I’ll be quiet, scouts honour.”

Joel laughed, a short breathless noise and followed behind you as you led him inside and upstairs to your room.

As soon as you quietly clicked your door shut, the tension seemed to fill the room once more and you stood awkwardly by the bed.

“Come sit, relax, princess.” Joel said quietly, his voice soft and hushed.

He sat on the foot of your bed and gently tapped the space next to him, you happily obliged and sat down next to him. You looked up at him and swallowed roughly.

“You nervous?” He asked gently and you nodded in response. “That’s fair enough, I promise I’ll be real gentle with you, darlin’ and if you wanna stop at any point, you tell me and we stop. This is all on your terms, okay?” He asked tenderly, brushing your hair out of your face to cup your cheek.

You leant forward and caught Joel’s lips in a quick kiss. “I — what do we do now?” You asked.

“What have you done before? Have you ever touched a guy before?” Joel asked and you shook your head to say no. “So you’ve never touched a guy’s cock before?”

“N-no!” You replied, almost ludicrously. “A guy tried to make me once but I left in tears and that was that.” You admittedly quietly and Joel stroked his thumb tenderly across your bottom lip.

“Okay, well that’s not going to happen here. I’ve got you now. Okay?” He asked.

“Okay.”

“Let’s start by getting you out of your clothes and comfortable on the bed, is that alright?” Joel asked.

You nodded again, not trusting your voice as Joel removed his hand from your face to gently pull your t-shirt over your head. He then worked on your jeans, he unbuttoned them and you stood to shimmy them off your legs, you stood there a little awkwardly as Joel took in your form and admired your body.

“Look at you.” He breathed, his rough hands smoothed over your sides and cupped your ass gently.

You let out a quiet giggle as your cheeks flushed a light pink in embarrassment; no one had ever complimented your body before.

“J-Joel, can I see you now?” You whispered, your voice shaking with pure anticipation.

He smiled at you and gave a simple nod before he pulled his grey T-shirt over his head and pulled down his jeans before discarding them with your clothes. Your eyes roamed the expanse of tanned skin, hair peppered his chest lightly and a dark trail led down to his boxers where you could clearly see his half-hard cock. You had dreamt about his moment, being able to see Joel in such a state and it made your privates throb with need.

“Why don’t you lay back and show me how you touch yourself, pretty girl.” Joel said smoothly, sitting down next to you on the bed again. “I can help from there.”

“Okay…” you muttered, quickly standing to shed your damp panties before you got onto your bed and laid down so your back was resting against your pillows.

Joel shifted so he was positioned next to you, he was laid on his side and he watched eagerly as you let your thighs drop and you spread yourself further for him to see. He held back a groan as he watched your fingers dip between your wet folds as you began to circle your clit. You let out a high-pitched moan before you clamped your teeth into your bottom lip to silence yourself from making another sound.

You screwed your eyes shut and your brows furrowed together as you rubbed at your clit harshly, trying to bring yourself closer to orgasming but never quite getting there.

“Woah they’re darlin’, slow it down a notch… or ten.” He chuckled quietly, his hand coming to rest on top of yours to slow your movements down with ease.

“Do it for me.” You huffed, opening your eyes to search for Joel’s. “Please.” You whined.

Joel took your hand in his and brought your slicked fingers up to his mouth, he sucked them eagerly and moaned softly as your arousal flooded his mouth. Your eyes shot open widely, shock flooding them and you throbbed as you watched him. You rubbed your thighs together and whimpered weakly.

“Sh sh shh, darlin’.” Joel cooed when he released your fingers from your mouth.

He gently pried your thighs apart with his hand, your own fell to the side of you and your fingers toyed nervously with the sheets below you.

“I’m gonna touch you, princess but you’re gonna have to be real quiet and you’re gonna need to relax for me.” Joel instructed sternly but his voice was edged with softness.

You looked at his face and bit on your bottom lip, nodding your head in agreement. Joel ran his fingers through your wet slit and he bit back a groan at how wet you were already, so receptive and needy for him to touch you. You shifted under his touch, it felt so different to your own fingers or when you would hump at your pillows in frustration. His skilled fingers found your clit quickly and he circled the sensitive bud with delicious pressure, you bit back a loud moan and looked at Joel with mild confusion at how it could feel so good so quickly.

“Feel good?” Joel asked quietly, his breath fanned gently over your lips.

“S-so so good!” You whimpered, your voice shaking as Joel worked his fingers perfectly over your clit.

“Is it okay if I finger you? You wanna see how it feels to have my fingers in you? I’ll be really gentle, princess.”

You nodded eagerly, not trusting your shaky voice to form a proper sentence. Before you had time to fully register it, Joel was gently pressing a finger into your tight hole, there was slight resistance as your wet heat stretched around his thick digit. You mewled quietly, the noise partly out of pain but mostly pleasure.

“Shhh, I know, baby girl. I know. You’ve got this.” He whispered, kissing your cheek and your neck, trying to distract you from any discomfort as Joel’s palm met your body. “I’m gonna move my finger now.” He whispered and your body fluttered with adoration as he talked you through what he was going to do next.

Just as he said, Joel pulled his finger out and gently pushed it back into you. He felt almost alien as he worked his finger in and out of your tight hole, he felt amazing and somewhere in your mind, you thought how you always wanted Joel in you. His thumb gently circled your clit and whilst you were distracted with the intense pleasure, he gently pushed a second finger into you, stretching you further and your eyes balled shut instantly.

“Baby girl, you gotta relax for me. That’s it, atta girl, doing such a good job. I know, I know.” He cooed, his voice was so soft and it sent shivers down your spine as his thumb still circled your clit whilst his fingers scissored you open.

“Feels…” you whined. “Feels so good!” You whispered, your eyes opening to look at Joel. “Please kiss me.” You asked tenderly.

He obliged happily and his lips pressed to yours in a passionate kiss, his tongue invaded your mouth and you laid there as you took all he had to offer you. His fingers moved in you with ease now as you adjusted to the foreign stretch and somewhere in the depth of your belly, something bubbled and grew deeper. You had come this close before but never managed to get yourself over the edge. You moaned into Joel’s mouth, a little too loudly as he quickened his pace.

“Fuck Joel,” you cursed against his lips as you panted, your chest heaved in your bra.

Joel smirked, using his spare hand to free one of your breasts from your bra and he sucked your nipple into his mouth; his teeth nipped gently at it before he sucked on it a little harsher causing your back to arch up to him.

“Something feels weird.” You mumbled, your voice was a quiet gasp. “Feels like I need to pee or something.”

You felt embarrassed, not sure what was happening, usually when you got this far you would stop and go use the bathroom before coming back and trying again to make yourself cum but it never happened.

“Mhmm, means you’re close. Means you’re gonna cum on my fingers.” Joel whispered, his breath fanned out onto your damp nipple and it caused a shiver to run down your spine. “That’s it, cum for me, please, princess.” Joel pleaded.

Your thighs shuddered at his words, your hips spasmed upwards and you brought your hand to your mouth to keep yourself quiet as you felt yourself get slicker and cum around Joel’s fingers, your walls fluttered around his fingers and he praised you quietly, his mouth back near your neck.

Joel pulled his fingers out of you and you grimaced at the lack of being full. He teasingly ran his fingers through your soaked folds and he groaned softly into your ear.

“You’re so wet, you came so hard for me. Such a good girl. Was that your first time? You never managed to do that?” Joel whispered his praises.

“Mhm, n-never managed to do that. Felt so good.”

“Now imagine how good my cock would feel… you think you’re ready for that, little girl?”

“Please.” You breathed, your hand shakily reaching for Joel’s hard member in his boxers. Your hand delicately palmed him through the thin fabric and you gasped at the feeling of him, he felt impossibly big compared to his fingers and your tummy fluttered with nerves and deep arousal. “You’re so… big!”

Joel laughed and switched his position on the bed so he was situated between your thighs. “Promise to be so gentle with you.” He whispered, awkwardly shifting out of his boxers so he was finally fully naked.

Your hands hungrily roamed the vast expanse of Joel’s skin and you hummed in appreciation, the moment you had dreamt of so many times was finally here and you couldn’t quite believe it.

“Fuck me, please. Just do it already, I’m so turned on I’m shaking.” You whispered, making sure your voice was a hushed tone and it was true, your limbs shook with the anticipation of what was to come and you were shivering under Joel’s gaze.

You had discarded your bra and laid there fully naked for him, he brushed his cock head against your clit and you let out a loud gasp, the different sensation taking you by surprise. Joel looked at you and cocked an eyebrow as warning and you nodded, taking the hint and bit on your bottom lip.

“You have to stay quiet otherwise your daddy is gonna hear you being such a good girl for me and I know you don’t want him to see how needy you are for his best friend’s cock.”

He took his length and gently, so incredibly gently pressed the tip of himself into your hole. You bit down harder on your lip and your fingers scratched at Joel’s shoulders, trying to anchor yourself to him as he inserted himself slowly into you.

Your nails left harsh crescent moon shapes into the skin on Joel’s shoulders as he bottomed out inside of you, you stretched around him and he held your cheek tenderly as you adjusted around his thick member.

“I know baby girl, I know. Shh, such a good girl. That’s it, so good for me.” He whispered, his sweet praises sending a delicious shiver down your spine and straight to your core. You turned your head and pressed a kiss to his hand as the sting of the stretch finally started to wear off.

“You can move now…” You muttered softly.

Joel nodded and his hand left your face to hold your hips tightly as he pulled his hips back and sensually rolled them forward to push back into you. You whimpered, the noise was loud and it echoed into your room. Joel tutted and one of his hands clamped gently over your mouth, he squeezed your face gently as he built up a steady pace.

His cock fucked into you, he managed to roll his hips just right and soon enough we was hitting the soft spot inside your spongy walls that had you moaning pathetically under Joel’s palm, the noises were drowned out as his hand squeezed over your mouth harder.

“Touch your pretty little clit for me, princess. I want you to feel how good it is to cum on a cock. On my cock.” Joel groaned as your greedy hole sucked him in deeper and harder.

You took Joel’s instructions and two fingers circled around your clit, you took onboard what Joel said earlier about going slower and it worked wonders, your eyes rolled back into your head as your stomach knotted tightly like a coiled spring. Your mouth opened under Joel’s palm and as you were about to speak, Joel stalled his hips. He was buried deep in you and instead of pulling back to push back into you, he rolled his hips so the tip of his cock nudged into you deeper than before. Your eyes fluttered shut, your fingers sped up and Joel took the chance to finally push back into you roughly. That perfectly timed dance had you cumming around Joel’s cock, the spring in your stomach snapped and you fell apart at the seams as Joel fucked you rougher.

You whimpered as the overstimulation kicked in and Joel took you for his own, he fucked into you quicker than before and you laid there taking everything he had.

“Where do you want me to cum, princess?” Joel asked.

“M-mouth.” You shuddered out.

“Naughty girl.” He chuckled lowly and pulled out of you, you winced at the feeling, already knowing you would feel sore tomorrow.

Joel positioned himself on the bed, knelt beside you as you sat up and timidly reached your hand up to wrap around his length. You gave a few testing stroke and he nodded down at you, encouraging you to move your hand faster. You did exactly that, your fingers worked nimbly around him as you stroked him to orgasm. You opened your mouth eagerly, your tongue sticking out and you made a small noise as the first spurt of his hot cum landed on your tongue.

“Good girl, that’s it. Fuck you’re gonna kill me, look up at me with my cum on your tongue. That’s it.” He groaned, his voice low and sultry as your eyes locked with him.

You couldn’t help but smile as you swallowed down every drop Joel had to give you. Your tongue licked at your lips as Joel swiped his thumb across your cheek.

“Fucking hell, princess.” He huffed, collapsing onto the bed next to you.

You couldn’t help but giggle and you rolled over to look at the older male. “Thank you, Joel. I really appreciate it.”

“No need to thank me. Thank you, for trusting me with your first time.” He looked down at you, his hand reaching out to tenderly touch your cheek as he captured your lips in a soft kiss.

You smiled into the kiss as your fingers tickled through the hair on his chest absently.

“Never wanna stop feeling this good.” You hummed. “You wanna stay here with me for a bit? Please?” You asked shyly as if you hadn’t just had the male in you moments ago.

“Okay princess, just till you fall asleep. Don’t wanna have to explain that one to your daddy.” He laughed softly and kissed your forehead once as your eyes fluttered shut for the night.

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paddockbunny · 1 year

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Hey! Could you maybe write Either Lando/Charles smut with 2&5. like Max walks in and he‘s the resders Brother and it‘s embarrassing and stuff. Maybe its like soft Sex if you know what i mean? Like all Gentle and stuff as Max walks in and is like: What the fuck! That‘s my Sister! Maybe could you do it like they were having a secret relationship? If you don‘t like the Idea or can‘t write it bc i am really bad at explaining, that‘s fine don‘t worry. Hope you have a great Day/Night!

“That’s my sister”

Summary: You didn’t mean to fall for Lando Norris- your brothers opponent - and what started as just sex quickly turned into a lot, lot more….but what happens when your brother Max finds out? Rating: 18+. Pairing : Lando Norris x Reader (Max Verstappen’s younger sister). Word Count : 3,869. Trigger Warnings : 18+, NSFW, adult material, adult language, PinV sex mention, sneaking around, J*s Verstappen, angry family situation, angsty vibes. 💞 Authors Note : Im so sorry this isn’t the best work I’ve put out but I am choked full of the cold and convinced I have the flu I’m feeling so bad rn. Anyway, I’ll put the “read more” thing in when I can because I know that annoys some people.

His loud groan flowed into your ear as lazily his hips jerked a few more times till he was totally spent. His breathing was just as crazed and erratic as yours. The mutual high that electrified both of your bodies was by now addictive and you weren’t sure you could quit it even if your life depended upon it. Lando’s forehead pressed against yours momentarily, still trying to catch his breath, before he pulled back and glared down at you. He drank you in. Wanting to savour the look on your face as much as you did with his. Until finally, he gave you what you wanted. He kissed you. His lips pressed firmly against yours and the action distracted you from him pulling out.

Your eyes followed him as he rolled off of you and lay on his back, a smirk dancing playfully across his mouth turned into a somewhat boastful smile when he saw that you were still watching him. He didn’t need to ask if you were satisfied, the fact you had just been breathily moaning his name repeatedly for the past few minutes as he edged you closer and closer to an orgasm told him that already.

The pair of you stayed like that for a while. Just simply laying there side by side, not saying anything at all, just listening to each other as breathing became less of a task and returned to normal. You knew you had to move, get redressed and return back to your hotel, and yet there was nothing in the world you wanted to do less. You wished you could stay here for the night. In Lando’s arms, perhaps having a round two (or three) and then falling asleep curled up together but that wasn’t possible. Instead you took a deep breath and slipped out from under the covers. “Already?” He asked sounding a little melancholy. You couldn’t find words as you looked for your disregarded underwear so only nodded. He sat up, resting his head on the headboard and watched you while you began to get redressed. You didn’t want to look at him. You didn’t want to see his face tinged with something that resembled sadness or worse, annoyance. “Are you leaving tomorrow? After the race?” “Uh…” you pulled your bra up your arms, situated your boobs and and reached around to clasp it around your back. “Yeah, I think so. Seven I think.” You shrug knowing exactly what was about to come out of Lando’s mouth. “Do you have to? Can you stay another day? Fly home with me on Monday night?” “Lando….” His name rolled off your tongue with a sad frustrated sound. You had been here before. He did this all the time. He always attempted to guilt trip you into staying, with him, longer than you actually could. “And what do I tell Max? Huh? Why I want to stay here another day?” You sighed and found your jeans. Shoving your feet into them before yanking them up and over your ass while he watched. Silently.

By the time you had put all of your clothes back on, gone to the bathroom and made yourself look presentable again, Lando had come up with a response to the little problem of your brother.

“Why don’t we just tell him?” You couldn’t hold back your sarcastic sounding laugh. “I’m serious.” “Because he will cut your balls off, publicly.” Lando knew you were right. He knew Max would have destroyed him, especially as he had warned him several times not to even think about you or look in your direction because you were off limits to him.

“Fuck!” He let out a frustrated, piss off expletive and banged his head back on the headboard he had been resting it against. The thing was, you weren’t ready to tell your brother yet and it wasn’t because you were scared of how he would react. It was because it made you and Lando official. And by being official with Lando you would become a target for his fans just like his ex-girlfriend had been. But it would be worse because you were a Verstappen and so you’d have your older brothers army coming after you as well. So if you were being completely truthful, you didn’t know if you’d ever be ready to be “out” with Lando. But right now, you hated leaving him like this. So pent up and frustrated, not at you but at the situation. You glanced at him as you checked your bag to make sure you hadn’t left anything and your heart pinged in your chest. He was so fucking handsome and you always had to play a war between your heart and your head when it came to him.

“I’ll see you next weekend.” You sat, pausing for a tender moment right beside him on the hotel bed that the pair of you had just made love in. He sat up right and pressed his forehead against yours.

“I love you. That’s why this whole thing is…” Of all the things you had expected him to say that was not one of them. He hadn’t told you he loved you before so it was all you could focus on. Three stupidly small words that you couldn’t remember ever hearing from another before let alone a guy. And you realised you had frozen when you felt his hand brush tenderly over your cheek as a wave of guilt hit you because you weren’t sure if you could repeat the words back to him just yet. “Lan….” You breathed out his name but he shushed you immediately. “Just because I’ve said it doesn’t mean you have to say it back, not yet. I just wanted you to know.” Your stomach flipped that he knew you better than you knew yourself and then when he kissed you you felt like you were suddenly underwater. You tried but you couldn’t quite place the emotions that were wracking through.

“See you next week?” He asked against your lips and you nodded. “See you next week.” You repeated back to him before taking a deep breath and raising from the bed.

When you closed his hotel room door and headed down the corridor you realised you were broadly smiling. Lando just said he loved you.

He loves you.

And you love him. You just needed to summon the strength to admit it.

But it posed one monumentally large challenge to you. How the hell do you tell your brother?!

One week later

Max had been wittering on about something still bothering him from yesterdays press interviews the whole car ride to the track. You added in the occasional “uh huh” and “yes, Max” to satisfy him but your mind was elsewhere. It was firmly fixated on the back and forth rapid texting going on between you and Lando the past few days. Particularly last nights texts, because those were emblazoned in your mind. They started off innocently enough until Lando outed the fact he had just gotten out of the shower and he was having a especially hard time since the excitement of seeing you soon hit him. And then the inevitable happened and the pair of you had FaceTime sex. And now, as much as it disgusted you as you sat in the car with your brother, you had to cross your legs to try and stem the uncomfortable palpitations going on at the apex of your thighs.

Thankfully, you managed to escape Max as soon as the pair of you arrived in the paddock. Media grabbed him almost immediately (much to his annoyance) meaning you were free to go grab a nice ice cold glass of water to try aid how hot you had gotten from the memories of last nights dirty escapades. As you walked toward the Red Bull hospitality suite you made sure to flash a smile at some of the familiar TV reporters that always seemed to ride your brothers dick. The phoney hello and wave only made you mutter a “fucking prick” under your breath even more. And you were just about safe. Moments from being home free and ascend the stairs to get that much needed drink of water when you saw Lando across the way leaving the McLaren camp with his race suit tied low around his waist. Your mouth salivated at the mere look of him dressed in his race suit. You paused for a second in pure admiration mode until he looked over and caught you staring. If you hadn’t just remembered the thought of his face as he came while getting off to you over video call, you’d have been embarrassed about staring but right now you smirked and looked at him up and down. You watched and Lando tried not to laugh at your response then said something to his media girls before heading over toward you. Your mind went into pure panic mode momentarily as you glanced around to check that Max (nor anyone else that could have gotten you into trouble) would see. Thankfully, everyone seemed far too busy to be bothered.

“See something you like?” Lando grinned cheekily. “You have no idea how much….” You purred right back and he rolled his tongue side to side to stop himself from getting as excited as he did last night. But then he flashed his eyes around and you watched as his jaw clenched as if he was trying to think of anything but you naked. You were just about to tease him further by telling him how hot and bothered you were seeing him with his race suit around his waist and that your panties were growing wetter by the second but he spoke first.

“Are you coming over tonight? I can’t stop thinking about you.” Fuck. He always managed to set you on fire and as you became convinced you were blushing he had accomplished that job. “I can’t tonight. My dad’s flying in and wants to have a family dinner with Max and I.” You rolled your eyes. The thought of sitting at an awkward dinner while your father spoke mainly of racing to Max and ignored you completely, pained you but you didn’t want to tell Lando that. He groaned lowly and rolled his head back dramatically which made you snigger at him. And as he opened his mouth to say something else - no doubt rude and implying you were giving him blue balls - your name was loudly shouted across the paddock.

“Fuck!” You groaned and followed it up with a sigh. “He’s heading over.” Lando stated and although you figured it was better that he left and avoided any sort of conversation with Max in that moment, Lando stayed put.

“What’s going on?” Max eyed the pair of you suspiciously. “Trying to make a move of her again Norris?” You gritted your teeth through sheer embarrassment. Max had consistently played the role of the overprotective older brother since, well, forever. Ever since the dawned on him that his baby sister was something of a stone cold fox Max went into overdrive with the scaring off any and all potential interested males role. Which was exactly why you had to sneak around behind his back. I mean, he would have an absolute coronary if he knew you and Lando had secretly been hooking up (and become a thing) for months. “Perhaps it’s me making a move on him, Max.” You sassed him back and Max just glared at you without a single shred of amusement in his face.

“I’m just going to leave before I get in the middle of a Verstappen V Verstappen fight. I’ll see you around, y/n.” Lando bowed out of the awkwardness of the situation Max had caused but not before he made sure to send you a knowing smug look. And now that you were utterly frustrated with your brother you turned to continue your earlier task and fetch an ice cold glass of water.

Unfortunately for you, Max happened to follow you. “What did he mean by that?” He asked as you reached one of the fridges that sat in the hospitality suite - which was usually full of solely Red Bull but had a secret stash of bottled water down on the bottom shelf behind the branding - and took out a bottle. “Mean by what?” You played dumb. “When he said he would see you later?” “It’s a turn of phrase, Max.” You rolled your eyes, hoping he would buy it. When you turned to him and finally looked at his face you could see the familiar pissed off look that he always had when it came to the thought of you and any guy. It was one that reminded you of your father and that was certainly something you didn’t like. Nervously you swallowed because you knew what was coming. “I don’t like the thought of him getting friendly with you. Norris. He’s not….he’s too immature, to childish for you not to mention a fucking driver and fancies himself as a player.” And there it was. The reason it was so hard for you to tell Max about your budding romance with Lando and the exact reason you had been sneaking about behind his back.

Your leg bounced anxiously under the table. Not because you were nervous but because you were desperate for this fucking shit show of a family dinner to end. You could see it in Max’s face that he wanted to be anywhere but currently sat in the expensive restaurant and you probably mimicked it in your own too, but your father continued. As suspected he spoke about racing the whole time. He sat and went over all of the things Max needed to improve on to win this weekend and you could see the pressure getting more and more piled on your brother by the minute. However, you were almost thankful your father was paying you no attention as it meant you could continue texting Lando under the table and zone out of the awkwardness of the evening altogether. Lando sent you a few funny memes when you complained of being bored and wanting nothing less than a meteorite to come smashing down to earth to get you out of the restaurant. He sent you a photo of his sad face and then another of his empty bed with a stick figure drawn on it that was supposed to be you. You chuckled at that one which you had to cover up with a fake cough.

“Everything ok?” Your dad glanced at you and you nodded. But then it dawned on you this was a perfect way to escape. You could fake illness. Your dad would be so paranoid that you might get Max sick that he would order you to go back to your hotel room and stay away from your brother so not to ruin his chances this week. Max would probably be miffed with you for doing it because it left him alone dealing with Dad but it was a price you were willing to pay to relinquish you from the hell you were currently in. You coughed again and grabbed your water. It was a little over the top and dramatic but you clutched at your throat and rubbed your glands to plant the seed.

“What’s wrong with you?” Once again, your dad glanced in your direction. “I don’t know. I’ve feel a bit yuk all day. I have a sore throat and this funny cough.” Max lowered his head and looked at you with a furrowed brow. He was on to you all most immediately. “Why didn’t you say earlier?” You shrugged at your Dad’s question. “You shouldn’t have come. You could have passed whatever you have on to Max!” He exclaimed.

“I think I should go back to the hotel. Get an early night. It’s probably nothing but I agree, I don’t want to get Maxy sick.” Your eyes darted toward your brother who had a face full of thunder. Your Dad agreed with you and made a hand gesture to hurry your departure up. You heard him tutting as you got up and grabbed your bag. You knew he was about to call you selfish or stupid for endangering Max’s race this weekend but you couldn’t give a fuck. You were out of that room as fast as your feet could carry you and your fingers could text Lando to tell him you were free. As you expected, Lando text you back almost immediately and you laughed loudly when he suggested he sneak into your hotel.

It wasn’t until you walked through the lobby of the Red Bull team hotel and were accosted around the middle by a pair of arms that you realised he was completely serious. A shriek escaped you till you heard Lando saying;

“Shhh, it’s me!” In your ear. You seriously thought he was joking when you initially text him and hadn’t for one single moment thought he was serious. You snapped around and found him with his hood up and hat on, practically trying to disguise himself in an opposing team hotel. “How are you…” You couldn’t even get the words out to ask him how he was even here in the hotel of the competition. “Told them I was meeting with Horner.” He was still pressed up against you, you could feel his body heat radiating off of him and you about lost your mind. Well in fact, you did loose your mind because suddenly you found your mouth on his. Your lips grazed across his but it was Lando that deepened it by running his tongue across your bottom lip and begging you to allow him in. As you did and his tongue collided with yours his hands gripped your body tighter, holding you even closer to himself. But then, as you were utterly lost in the moment, your name was practically shouted across the hotel lobby.

Snapping back, ripping your lips away from Lando’s, you looked straight to the sound of the voice and met your brothers eyes. His face was one of shock and utter pure horror. And suddenly your heart pounded mercilessly in your chest and panic began to ravish your body as he crossed the floor thunderously. You were frozen. Utterly and completely frozen. You had never disappointed him before and this was way beyond disappointment. You’re breath caught in your throat and just before he reached the pair of you you tore yourself off of Lando and stepped away from him toward a Max with your hands stretched out. You saw the slightly manic look in his eyes and you were genuinely concerned. You had seen him angry before but this was a whole other level that reminded you of your father and that terrified you.

“WHAT THE FUCK?” He roared, by passing you completely and promptly gave Lando a very firm shove backwards. “THATS MY SISTER!” He yelled.

“Max!” You tried to pull him back as he pushed Lando again. “WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?” He continued and by this point he was causing a scene and the hotel were very obviously calling team security. “Max please, calm down.” You tried to order him but his head snapped to you and his look was one that warned you to stop. As he raised his hands to push Lando again you grabbed hold of him and ducked in between them.

“I love him, Max.” You said it so plainly. “I love him.” You repeated and you realised you hadn’t even said it to Lando yet and here you were telling Max this before him. You hoped that in that moment you declared your love for his fellow driver but also one of his competitors that he saw the expression all over your face and comprehended it as genuine. That you were completely and utterly telling the truth.

An eternity seemed to pass. Silence falling between the three of you. Max stared at you as if you would burst into flames any moment and it killed you seeing him so furious with you because you were so incredibly close as siblings. You felt tears begin to sting your eyes. Then as you thought things were about to go nowhere and this Mexican stand off would continue Max held out a room key to you.

“You forgot this.” He stated bluntly and tentatively you took it from him. Then without a single shred of warning he took off toward the elevators and you turned at breakneck speed around to Lando. Flinging your arms around him and tipping hold of him tightly you felt the sudden, built up tension release from your body. “This might not be the moment but…did you mean it? Do you love me?” You looked into his beautiful, captivating green eyes and nodded. “Max will come round.” “I don’t know, Lando. I know what he’s like and how stubborn he will be. I’ve disappointed him by lying to him, I don’t know how we’ll recover from this.”

Six Weeks Later

“Will you just stop staring at them like that! It’s becoming creepy!” Max’s girlfriend groaned as she noticed how Max had not stopped staring at you and Lando walking hand in hand through the paddock. “Besides, look at her, she’s glowing.” “I fucking hate this.” He gritted his teeth together when he finally attempted to look away but found himself looking back at them again. It was like he was rubbernecking on his sisters new relationship.

“I thought you were coming round to it? You said she seemed happy just last night.” Max had said that. He had said it as he was about to get into bed and had a horrible wave of guilt wash over him about the situation. He saw them together yesterday on media day and they seemed so suited. As much as it killed him to admit it he couldn’t help but think how good they looked with each other. Which meant he now felt like was the worst big brother ever. He had probably overreacted to seeing them kissing in the lobby of the hotel a few weeks ago, and he wasn’t sure she would ever forgive him for that. But now as he watched you throw your head back in riotous laughter as Lando’s face was filled with adoration, he knew he had to accept you had chosen one of his opponents as the man to make you happy.

“I did. I do. But that doesn’t mean I’m happy about it.” He sighed frustratingly. There was nothing he had said in the six weeks since he found out that he hadn’t already said. He went through all the stages of being angry, hurt and pure denial in short succession. However now, as he observed Lando slipping his hand into yours he accepted he needed to concede defeat and acknowledge that his baby sister was indeed in love with Lando Norris.

“Just go and talk to her. Settle it. Please.” His girlfriends voice seemed like the voice of reason because Max missed you and hated not talking to you. “She might not even want to talk to me….” He sighed heavily because this had been weighing on him all this time and he simply missed her baby sister. “I will…” Max conceded “but not here, not in front of cameras.” He knew he would probably have to grovel and you wouldn’t make accepting his apology easy but he was willing to try because he loved you and that was that. He simply loved you.

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furina x fem!reader | truth or dare?

(nsfw) warnings: slight gore, blood, death (your friends), slight angst, comfort, slight fluff, vampire, biting, fingering, nipple play, oral, etc.

It‘s night. Nobody is outside, no birds are chirping, nothing. But you‘re walking in a forest, because you played truth or dare with your friends.

Earlier…

”Truth or dare?“

Your friend asked you with a smirk, and you take time to think..until you had your answer.

”..Dare.“

”Go into the scary forest and take a nap there for 24 hours alone!“

..And this is how you ended up here. In the forest, where nobody wants to go, because there is a mystery that a vampire lives here, stalking humans and drinking their precious blood with no hesitation. You couldn‘t sleep for a day after your friend explained that to you! A vampire..? Those are just mysteries, right?

Your heart beats fast from anxiety as you walk around the dark forest. You jump and your heart skips a beat as you hear a noise in a bush. Is it a vampire? What is it? You walk to the source of the noise, only to see that its a baby fox quickly running away. You sigh in relief.

You walk towards a spot where you can build your tent. As you start to prepare the tent, you hear footsteps somewhere coming towards you. You look around to see where it came from. But nobody is there. It‘s so dark..how did you even accept this dare?

Footsteps come closer to your tent, and you see two mismatched glowing blue eyes staring at you as the person comes closer to you. Your friend told you that the vampire has blue eyes, white-blue hair, a blue outfit with white shorts and might seem sweet and friendly, but she could kill you quickly. Her name is ”Furina“ they said.

You look at the blue eyes before you quickly run away, leaving your tent on the ground. You run and run, trying your best to run as fast as you can, but the person is unfortunately faster than you and catches up with you.

“Hey! Why are you running away? I don‘t bite, you know!“

The woman had said so sweetly, but you don‘t believe her lies and continue running. Who knows? The lady with blue eyes might be acting to get you closer to her just to bite into your sweet neck. That‘s what you thought. You think that‘s the dangerous vampire everybody talks about.

You suddenly trip over wood, falling down to the ground as you struggle to crawl away. The woman is behind you and crawls on top of your body, her face right next to your neck.

Struggling to escape, you ask the lady fearfully. ”W-who are you?!“

The lady smirks against your neck and grips your hair to pull your head so you can see her face from the side.

”Hmm..who am i? Oh dear human, i‘m Furina! I‘m just a innocent girl who ended up in the forest alone..you wouldn‘t mind being my companion, would you?“

Your eyes widen. Furina? Isn‘t that the name of the vampire?

“F-furina?!..a-aren‘t you the vampire everybody talks about? P-please, don‘t kill me..“

Shit. You‘ve been always scared of vampires. Now you have met a real one in real life? Now thats even worser, what if you die right now? Nobody would know.

”Hmmm? A vampire? What are you talking about? I don‘t drink blood..“

There we go, lies again. She stands up from your back and holds her hand out for you to take. You look at the hand with a fearful expression before deciding to take it.

“R..really? But..a lot of people said it's a woman with blue eyes, white blue hair with a blue outfit and a par of white shorts…and you have everything..“

She smiles at your scared voice, her smile forming into a mischievous smirk. You step back just incase you don't quickly get attacked, but she takes a step closer to you every step you take back.

”Fineee, fine..tch. You caught me. But come on, do I really look like a scary vampire to you? That sounds like a insult you know.“

She looks at you with a curious face with her hands on her hips. You look her up and down and most of the fear leaves your body as you look back at your face, but you still feel scared.

”I..i mean…maybe? You do look scary with fangs.“

”Ohh, tch…! That hurt, you know?! I look like a innocent girl! And you didn‘t even see my fangs..yet.“

Furina opens her mouth with a confident expression, revealing her sharp fangs. They look perfect for a vampire and for sucking a persons blood. Fear comes back to you, and you take another step back, preparing to run. But she quickly takes your arm and pulls you back to her, other hand around your waist as her fangs are suddenly near your neck.

”You will let me drink the sweet blood of a girl, will you?“ Her fangs are already touching your neck, which can pierce quickly through it in any second.

You let out a scared yelp, trying to pull away, but fail as her hands are strongly around your body, keeping you in place as she gets ready to drink your blood.

“N-no! Please! Don‘t kill me..please…“

You plead, hoping she will let you go safely.

“Hmm..nope. But can i please drink your blood, pretty please?“

Your eyes widen from the sudden question. Is she seriously begging you? A vampire who can kill you in any time? She stares at you with a sweet smile, but you stare back at her with a terrified face. Shit. This pretty girl is making you let her drink your blood.

”I..okay..but please only once..and don‘t be so rough..“

Her smile widens and she happily pierces her fangs onto your neck, getting you to whimper from the pain. You grip her shoulders tightly as she sucks blood out of your body, a couple of drops dripping down from your neck to your back. You grip her shoulders firmly from the pain on your neck.

After a minute, Furina licks your wound and pulls back from your neck, mouth covered in blood dripping down to her chin.

”Mmh..mm..mm~! That was the tastiest blood i‘ve ever tasted! You should be happy that i didn‘t kill you,“ she chuckles. ”you should come back tomorrow. I would be happy to see you again, missy~“

You cover your neck and shakingly sigh in relief before running out of the forest, to your house. You couldn‘t do this challenge anymore. Your friends are so cruel for this! ”Fuck, i‘d rather eat something rotten than coming back here..“ you mumble to yourself, still scared from the stuff that all happened today.

..Next day, you wake up in your bed, eyes still half closed. Walking to the bathroom to brush your teeth, you see the bite that Furina had given you yesterday. Maybe it‘s best that you put a bandage on it in case your friends see it.

After you‘ve put on a bandage on the wound, you decide it‘s best to visit your friends again and tell them that you couldn‘t finish the challenge because it was too horrifying.

As you arrive at your friends house, where you all are supposed to meet, nobody answers. Theres a note on the door saying something that took you in shock.

”Hey, (name)! If you think that we are waiting for you, then go back to your house! We only wanted you in the forest because we want you dead! You‘re seriously a dickhead we all just talked with! Haha, i bet you‘re reading this right now and probably failed the challenge! The vampire should just kill you…How stupid..we aren‘t friends! So just go jump off the roof like the bitch you are, alright?“

Eyes tearing up, you rip off the letter and sob quietly to yourself. What have you done wrong? Did they seriously want you dead? Well, fuck them all. You will go back to the forest and stay there for 24 hours straight.

A couple of days later, you prepared and packed all the safety items with other stuff then went out. You walk and walk, until you arrive at the forest you desperately hated and despised. Walking through the woods before you hear familiar footsteps in the night.

“Yoo-hoo~! Miss me? I certainly did miss you, pretty girl.“

Looking behind, only to see Furina with your friends bodies on the ground, their blood spurting out everywhere, her outfit aswell her face covered in blood. Eyes widen at the disgusting sight, your heart beating faster as your body starts to shake.

“w..w-what..?..w-what did you— what— no..“ you stutter out, scared to go even near the woman as you take steps back, your eyes widen in shock and panic.

You run away deeper into the forest, hoping to never see Furina again. Knowing that shes running after you, you run faster and faster, ignoring the weak feeling in your legs. The image of your dead ex-friends are stuck in your head, for at least a couple of days.

”Hey, come back! I was only saving you, you know?! They wanted to poison you!“

You stop at your tracks and face her with a angry gaze.

”Poison ME?! I will NOT believe a word that comes out of your fucking mouth! They w—would never do tha—“

She quickly shushes your mouth and takes out the bottle of poison from your friends, showing it infront of you. It even has the name of your ex-friend on the bottle, showing that it belongs to them. Your eyes began watering up again.

“But..but why? Why..i..“

You began sobbing, and Furina takes you into her arms, not even bothering to suck your neck as she wants to comfort you at the moment.

”The truth sucks, really, i know.“

She pats your back and lets you sob into her shoulder, trying her best not to suddenly suck your precious blood out of your neck. To lighten your mood up, she grins and tickles you. That certainly caught you off guard.

”H-hey…hey…nnh— stop— stop!“

You chuckle out as you try to push her away, only failing as she continues to tickle you. You sigh and smile slightly as you take out a bottle of blood that you wanted to gift Furina for her to not bite your neck.

”Here, this is for you..um..please don‘t bite me, I’m terrified of vampires.“

Furina grins and takes the bottle in her hand, opening the bottle before taking a big sip.

“Mmh..mm..this blood is certainly worser. I wanted yours, but oh well.“ she talks with her mouth full of blood. Disgusting!

”Oh, uh..sorry. It‘s from a dead animal.“

”Ew! I prefer human blood. Ugh, seriously?!“ she groans and tugs on your hair, making you hiss. You pull her hand from your hair away, getting her to roll her eyes in annoyance from your move.

“Where the hell am i supposed to find human blood?! Do you seriously want me to get arrested? I‘m a human, you know! It‘s not normal! And I am not giving you mine.“ You shout out with annoyance. It‘s true, where the hell are you supposed to get human blood if you don‘t want to give yours? ”You literally drank my friends blood, be grateful.“

”Tch, fine! Anyways, you wouldn‘t mind if I did a couple of inappropriate things to you, right? You‘re pretty, girl. Never seen such a pretty human like you before. In fact, i think you would be also a great drinking bag for me.“

Her question caught you off guard. What does she possibly mean by that? Inappropriate things? You are pretty horny sometimes, but not today. Yet that woman is too pretty to resist.

”Uh..no..I mean— I- Okay…“

That was the answer she wanted. She quickly threw you on the ground against a tree, climbing on top of you and takes off your shirt, making you let out a noise of surprise. “F-fuck— slow down!“ you yelp out. Furina quickly unbuttoned the buttons of your bra and threw it away somewhere in the bushes.

”Jolis seins, mon amour..“ she happily mumbled out before grabbing both of your breasts, taking one of your nipples into her mouth, twirling her tongue around it before biting down.

You let out a cry, gripping her hair to pull her back. ”Ngh— oww! That hurt—!“

Ignoring your plea, she unzips your jeans and pulls the garment down, putting it on the side. Furina slips her hand under your panties to feel your wetness, making you groan.

”Wet for a vampire, hmmm? God, you‘re better than any human i‘ve ever seen.“ she growls out, making you ache more for her touch.

You bury your head into her neck as she spreads your folds before shoving a finger inside your tight walls, pumping it in and out in a slow pace. She gains a couple of whimpers from your mouth.

”Fucking‘ slut..god, tu es si serré..you wouldn‘t mind if I slide another finger in, yeah? my pretty girl can take two, hmm?“

She slides another finger inside your cunt, making you groan out of pleasure. Your back arches as you hold onto her back desperately, keeping your legs spread open for her.

”M—more- please…“ you plead for furina, who gets amused. You feel like you‘re having the best dream of your life right now, even though it is real, which is even better.

“More? Is my whore so desperate for my touch? I didn‘t know a vampire hater is now so submissive infront of one.“

She pumps in and out faster and faster, hitting your sweet spots until you squirt all over her fingers, getting them messy with your cum. She takes them out of you and takes them inside her mouth, cleaning her fingers seductively in front of you with a smirk for you to see.

“p-please..‘need more..you feel so good..“

She then takes off her jacket and puts it on the ground for you to lay down on. After you laid down, Furina spreads your legs once again, and lays down on her stomach between your legs, hot breath right hitting your wet pussy.

”So messy..I should clean you up then get you messy again, right? You wouldn‘t mind.“

Furina then presses her face against your cunt and please coursed through your veins as she swirled her tongue against your folds, holding your thighs spread open with her hands. ”F-furina— nnh— ah!“ Your moans only get her more excited and on. Her tongue licked a slow line up against your folds, flicking your clit and swirling it against the swollen nub. Her bottom half of her face is already messy of your slick and juices.

“F—furina- i‘m gonna cum- please..“ You moan out, letting out a yelp as you feel her tongue assail your cunt faster. The fast movement of her tongue going in and out of your cunt while her thumb circles against your clit bringing you closer to cum gets you seeing stars.

”Be patient, mon amour.“

Your body is shaking and you throw your head back, letting out a moan, thighs tightly around her head as she groaned. Her hands move to your hips, to the side of your ass as she continues her assault on your cunt like a vampire who didn‘t have any blood in days.

After minutes, you came all over her, letting out something similar to a scream. As your juices gushed out, she is already lapping it all up, not wasting any drop. Your legs are shaking and you‘re a whole mess between your legs.

“Hah..you did you good, ma belle..“ she pants out, pulling up from your messy pussy to get her face close to your neck once again, piercing her fangs into you once again, drinking the precious blood out of you.

You grip her shoulders firmly, letting her drink your blood. ”C—careful..nnh—!“ She pulls back, licking her lips before helping you stand up, getting the shirt and your jeans she had thrown to the ground. Furina watched as you weakly put on all your clothes back on, putting on your bag around your bag too.

”Make sure you come back to me here so I won‘t have to miss you, yeah? Or maybe you‘ll let me into your house, hmm?“

Ah shit, that smirk again. You sigh shakily and nod “You— you can come to my house any time.“ waving at her, you nod again with a smile before walking away. You haven‘t even noticed that its already almost morning.

A sudden pull on your shirt caught you off guard. You look to your side only to see Furina following you with a sweet smile, her arm around yours. ”You said I can come, so I am coming. I‘ll help cleaning you up once we arrived.“

Your lips form into a smile, and you nod. I mean, the vampire isn‘t that bad than the people talked about, right?

“Of course. You can live in my house if you want. It‘s too boring in there.“

“Ohhh, you‘re too friendly! I‘ll accept. Don‘t worry, if anyone else lives in your house, I will not drink their blood.“

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human-encounters-diary · 9 months

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Day 15

We are set to arrive on Fendaar in two cycles. As we are currently stuck on the SIIR Noxos, I have concluded that the passages of time that I am free of duties would be best spent continuing to observe the human. The human, on the other hand, seemed to have different plans in that matter, as it took me an unusually long amount of time to locate her.

As I eventually found her, she seemed to be working on one of the control panels in the main control room, so I may excuse her absence with duties she had to attend to. As she saw me, although, she seemed rather…excited (this is obviously mere speculation, as the study of the Terran so far has provided far too little evidence to prove such theories)?

As she rolled out from under the control board and sighted me, her face once again split into a wide opening revealing her horrifying amount of teeth.

"Hey! Dude!", she said, raising to her full height and stepping towards me, still baring her teeth, although I did not recoil, as I did not want to seem impolite. She raised her arms, each pointing into a different direction, away from their connection to the human's body.

"Human Quinn. How are you?"

"Me? I‘m fine, the whole 'wandering around in space' thing just made me throw up, I honestly don‘t know why they insisted on keeping me there for two whole days."

The ends of her fingers, studded with claw-like (rather short and rounded instead of sharp, perhaps they were not meant to function as claws at all, or perhaps the beings on Terra were far different from what I knew, and therefore a shape like this was far more useful to hunt) protuberances, scraped over the back of the connection between her head and her upper body. If I interpreted her facial expression correctly, she seemed to be thinking.

"Maybe I got a light concussion too, I’m not entirely sure. But it's improbable, because I’m fine now."

I decided to focus on one piece of information at a time. "Well, this "throwing up" can certainly not be a healthy nor normal process, otherwise, it would not seem so violently painful and involuntary, would it?"

"Well it‘s not…unnatural, it‘s just something that can happen. And about health, it‘s not unhealthy, it usually helps us to get rid of stuff that is bad for our bodies!", she eludicated, moving one of her arms in a rather random manner.

"The scientists have concluded that this fluid is highly acidic. If this 'stuff' is so harmful to you, wouldn‘t it just dissolve in this fluid before being able to cause any further harm?"

Quinn seemed to think about that.

"Well, just because it gets dissolved, doesn‘t mean it‘s gone, you know? It's still in our bodies, and we have to get rid of it somehow. And if it needs to be fast, we throw up. Honestly, I‘d definitely explain this further to you, but Biology‘s never really been my strongest subject, ya know what I mean?"

I did not, in fact, know what she meant, but I decided against questioning her further.

After a pause the Terran spoke up again: "So, this planet we're landing on..." "Fendaar.", I clarified. "Right. So, this planet that we‘re going to, it‘s a desert, right?" "That is correct." "So, is it a sand, an ice or, I guess you could also count rock desert? 'Cuz on my planet, we‘ve got all of those types."

"Fendaar‘s ecosystem is mostly made up out of sandlike landscapes with rather scarce vegetation and biodiversity. Most of the planets in system 36-54 have rather extreme temperature ranges, and Fendaar is no exception.", I eludicated.

"Alright, cool.", she spoke, rolling back under the underside of the control panel she had been working on previously. She seemed to be sitting, or rather lying, on a piece of metal with four small wheels attached to it, allowing her to move it around.

"Your planet.", I initiated.

"Yeah?", she responded, while continuing her work on the wiring.

"Am I assuming correctly that your planet has a far bigger biodiversity?"

"Oh, yeah.", there was a small spring in her voice, as if she had let out air in the middle of speaking. "Big biodiversity. We‘ve got deserts and rainforests, coral reefs and permafrost - although perhaps not for that long anymore - mountain ranges and all that stuff."

"Interesting.", I supplied, for lack of a better response. If Terra had such differences in temperature and landscapes, it was a logical conclusion that the humans had evolved to survive under such circumstances.

"Yeah."

It was unusually quiet for some time. That was, until Quinn rolled out from the underside of the control panels.

"Alright, I‘m done." She took a deep breath before opening her mouth once again. Then, all of a sudden, the muscles of her face started contracting as if she was plagued by an invisible pain. Her eyes squeezed shut and she let out horrifying noise, holding an arm angled in front of her nose and mouth. The noise itself was not particularly loud or long, but I recoiled either way, as a measure of safety. I could not be certain if this gesture was meant to harm me, after all.

Quinn‘s arm sank down again as her other hand rubbed at her nose. She huffed, a sound far less threatening than the one she had produced a moment ago. One of the hair patches above her visual organs raised itself, prompting the question to arise if human hair was controlled by muscles or if it had a mind of its own, although this was a question that could be further investigated later. One of the corners of her mouth raised, revealing the seemingly sharpest teeth in her mouth.

"I guess dust is an inter-galactic thing, huh?"

I did not respond. Her face muscles contracted, causing the skin above her visual organs to crease.

"Hey, you okay? You‘re looking a little spooked over there."

"Human, I do not wish to cause you discomfort, but, if I may ask, what was the purpose of the noise you just uttered?"

She did not respond for a moment, blinking with both of her eyes as she stared at me. It was quite unsettling, considering her previous explanation, that most humans preferred not being stared at.

"I…sneezed?" The creases in the skin above her eyes deepened.

My front pliers uttered another rattling sound. "What is this 'sneezing'? What purpose does it serve?" I admit, I was quite curious. Terrans seemed much more complex than I had previously assumed.

She paused, seemingly to think of an answer. "Well, it‘s like…if something is bothering us at or in out nose, like dust, for example, it‘s kind of the natural response to that. To keep things out of our bodies that don‘t belong there."

"Human bodies seem to require a lot of defense mechanisms.", I commented.

She raised and lowered the connection of her arms to her upper body, baring her teeth once again while raising herself to her full height, using one of her arms as support.

"Y’know, it’s surprisingly hard to explain something you’re so used to to someone who’s never heard of it. I guess I still have to work on the whole 'awareness that I‘m around aliens' thing. S‘ kind of surreal."

She patted off her clothing, as if to remove non-existent filth once again. I had noticed the past few cycles that most of her clothing seemed to consist of several, usually differently-coloured, pieces of fabric.

Her clothes usually covered her body from the connection between her arms and torso to the connection between her legs and, presumably, her feet. Her feet were usually also covered, although I could not determine the purpose it was supposed to serve in the environment we are currently in, although the theory that the conditions on Earth are vastly different compared to the ones on the SIIR Noxos is gaining more probability, based on the Terran's narrations.

The human seemed to evaluate a question she wanted to ask (this is, of course, a mere speculation based on previous observations: her face muscles were contracted to form a crease over her visual organs, which could so far most likely be interpreted as confusion, thoughtfulness or discomfort; her head was both slightly raised and tilted to one side at the same time, a gesture that was most likely supposed to convey an ongoing thought process).

Although, before she could utter a noise, V-7 informed us of a request from the Vitrichl to gather for a matter of importance.

The purpose of his summoning was to divide the crew into several smaller groups that were to be assigned with different tasks to fulfill once we sucessfully landed on Fendaar.

I was grouped with the Terran, which was unsurprising, as well as Tkzt, a member of the species that is widely known across the galaxies as Ctzas (it is to note that the Ctzas have not evolved any form of written language and communicate exclusively through clicking and chittering sounds. The written forms of, for example, names of this species, are written by other species to produce approximately the same sound as the Ctzas make when recited verbally).

Tkzt, as a member of the unit controlling supply chains and keeping a list of the stock of the SIIR Noxos, would make a helpful addition in our task of seeking out the nearest settlement in order to stock up on supplies.

After all matters of importance were settled, the crew dissipated, continuing their respective tasks. The Terran was ordered to stay and to assist the Vitrichl in another matter, which is the reason I did not cross paths with the human again for the rest of this cycle.

Despite this, I am positive that accompanying the human on an foreign planet will give me a further insight into the species' mannerisms and interaction manners with foreign species, which will prove to be helpful further on in studying the human.

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noraantilles · 8 months

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The One you desired

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!Reader (y/n)

Summary: You and your old friend Joel are on Patrol together after you haven‘t seen each other in a while. Reader is in their late 20s.

Warnings: Lots of comfort, Fluff, friends to lovers, a little angsty, age gap

Word count: 2.2k words

You stumbled through your room as you were collecting the last few things you would need for your trip. Food, check. Gun, check. Extra clothing, check. But something was missing. Something important. Your eyes wandered across the room when you spotted your talisman on your nightstand. You picked it up very relieved, put it around your head, and let it disappear under your shirt.

Since already 6 years you have worn that necklace on every tour. It meant a lot to you because you always had that feeling of protection. The same protection that once the man who saved your life gave you. Joel made you that necklace on one of the less stressful days in the wild, before he, Ellie and you came to Jackson. And today after two months you are finally going on a tour together.

You left your apartment and slightly jogged across the area when you finally arrived at the gate. Joel was already waiting and smiled when he saw you.

“Hi.” You greeted him happy but a little nervous since it had been a while for you to spend time with him.

“Hey, haven‘t seen you in a long time. Are you ready for our little trip?” You nodded. As soon as the gate opened and the two of you left Jackson, your trip began.

“I hope it is alright that we‘re doing this hike by foot. Our path is very steep which would have been hard for the horses.” He stated while he went ahead starting your little journey.

“That‘s fine. But could you again tell me where exactly we are going?”

“A couple of miles from Jackson there is an outpost in the mountains. It‘s been a while since someone was there so they asked us to climb up there and check if everything was safe and working.

“Ah yes. I have heard of that outpost.” You remembered. Maria had raved about this place a lot. She told you that she and Tommy had made some trips there for their wedding anniversaries. And that it took them at least two days to get there. You frowned thoughtfully. “But it is pretty far away, isn‘t it?” you asked Joel. “I don‘t think that we would be able to make it in one day.”

“That is correct. That‘s why we will take a break overnight in one of the old hotels near the riverbank pass.”

“Sounds good to me.”

You followed Joel through the forest. It was already autumn, so the sun was able to fall through the trees and give a beautiful view of the red, brown, yellow, and orange leaves that the light wind blew around.

After a long hike you finally arrived at the hotel Joel chose for your stay. After you had entered and climbed up the stairs Joel led you into a room on the fifth floor. The hotel was in bad condition better than the others you suppose but still bad. When you looked around the first thing you noticed was the big hole in the outer wall. No, Big was an understatement. The hole was enormous. It nearly looked like the whole wall was missing. He noticed your worried look.

“We needed a room with fresh air circulation because of the spores in the ventilation shafts. This one I already know. I once was here with Tommy when we had to purge the area around this little village.”

He went to the window, opened it, and took in a solar panel. After that, he turned on a fan heater which was attached to a big car battery.

“This should keep us warm overnight.” He said after organizing his stuff. In the meanwhile, you sat down your bag and took out the sandwiches you made earlier in the morning. After finishing, you joined Joel who was already sitting in the gap of the wall enjoying the view. He dangled his legs over the edge and propped his arms on the metal bar, which was the only remnant that showed the original course of the wall.

You handed him his sandwich and sat down next to him. “It‘s a beautiful view.” You stated as your eyes wandered into the distance of the valley when a deep warm comforted feeling started to spread in your heart. Joel nodded before you both got quiet for a minute. “Thanks for the sandwich by the way.” He broke the silence. You smiled. “So how have been the past two months for you?” he asked you curiously after taking a bite. “Wasn‘t that exciting,” you answered shortly.

The only things you really did were spend time in the garden, growing some veggies and fruits, going for walks through Jackson, and practicing some songs on the guitar which Joel taught you a long time ago. You isolated yourself a bit since you rarely attended the festivities in the Tipsy Bison. You sighed silently. “What about you?”

He shrugged. “I dunno. I was a lot on the road with Tommy. We found an old comic store. They had those space comics Ellie used to read back in the day. I grabbed some but haven‘t had the chance to give them to her.”

You smiled. Joel always wanted to make Ellie or you happy. That hadn’t changed even after the fight he and Ellie had. He loved her. You knew that. “I‘m sure she would like them. She still collects those trading cards.”

“Have you spoken to her?” You frowned a little.

“To Ellie? Yeah, why?” You knew about the fight they had but you didn’t know that they really did not talk to each other.

“How is she?”

“I dunno. She seems fine, I guess. She, Dina, and Jesse have been hanging around lately. I think she has found some good friends in them.”

“That sounds nice.” You could hear the relief in Joel's voice. He took a moment as he looked around the valley lost in his thoughts. “Do you think she likes Jesse?”

You narrowed your brows as you turned your head to face him. “What exactly do you mean by ‘like’?”

Joel smiled sheepishly. “I mean does she like him more than as a friend?”

You chuckled. “No, I don‘t think so. You know, Jesse is not really Ellie's type I think but that, you should ask her.”

Joel nodded with a light smile. “Yeah, you‘re probably right. And what about you? I mean you are 27 now, right? There are some good-looking guys in Jackson. Is there someone that you like?”

You sighed. “Oh, if it only would be that easy.”

“Why? What do you mean?” Joel turned his head to look at you.

You sighed again. It wasn’t your favorite topic that was for sure. “Well, in order to catch feelings I have to know this person for a longer period of time. I have to know them, what they are like, and they would have to know me, understand me. There are not that many people left in the world, that do so, you know?”

He nodded understandingly as he wandered off into his thoughts again.

“I think it is time for you to get some rest. We still have five hours of walking in front of us tomorrow.” He interrupted himself. You nodded in agreement.

“You are right. But don‘t stay up that long yourself, alright?”

He smiled.

You stood up and went back to the fan heater to lie down and get some sleep.

The next morning when you woke up Joel was already up, scouting over the landscape from our point of view. You packed your things and prepared the place like you found it, for your next stop. You set out for the outpost. After roundabout five hours of walking and climbing, you finally arrived at a not-so-small mountain villa.

You climbed up the last few stairs, unlocked the door, and entered a beautiful modern house. Maria has not promised too much. The place was absolutely stunning.

“I‘m gonna go check out the generator. So that we have power.” Joel said before disappearing into the basement. You wandered around the living area after setting down your backpack. After a few minutes, Joel managed to turn on the generator and come back into the living room.

“You can take a shower if you like. In a couple of minutes, we should have warm water. I‘m gonna go outside to collect some wood.”

“Be careful.” You called after him.

“Always.” He answered before he disappeared through the door. After you found the bathroom, took a shower, and got dressed in some fresh new clothes, Joel was still outside so you decided to make something for dinner. You packed some extra bread, just in case. Joel told you that there had to be a small garden for vegetables and since it is autumn, there was a good chance for you to make something delicious for dinner.

To your luck, there really was a garden. It was a little overgrown, but you really managed to find some onions, pumpkins, even zucchini and tomatoes as well as some fresh herbs. You picked them up, brought everything you found to the kitchen, and started preparing a pumpkin soup with a tomato zucchini pan. After Joel returned you sent him right into the shower.

“Dinner‘s ready in a couple of minutes so hurry up.” You said while slicing the bread.

“As the chef demands.” He answered playfully before disappearing into the bathroom.

You set the table, lit a candle, and even found a bottle of wine, which you straight up brought to the table. After you finished setting everything up, Joel was done with showering und joined you in the living room.

“Wow, that smells amazing. You really put a lot of effort into it.” He smiled while he appreciated the lovely, decorated dinner table.

“Please, have a seat.” You invited him.

“Sure, one moment I think there is an old record player somewhere, which we can -…. Ah right here.” Joel put on some slow music and seated himself right in front of you. After long conversations, a lot of joking around, and finishing dinner, you just smiled at each other.

“I haven’t had that much fun in a long time.” He acknowledged. You smiled.

“Me too. I‘m glad that we both took this tour. This house is amazing. The view from the balcony is stunning and you even get the feeling of safety.”

“That is true. And don’t forget the great company.” He smiled as he raised his glass to give a toast.

For a short moment, you just sat there quietly and smiled at each other, before Joel broke the silence.

“Hey uhm, that may sound a bit silly but, …, do you wanna dance?”

“Sure.” You answered immediately without hesitation.

He stood up and reached you his hand as he led you through the living room. Gently he put his arm around your waist, while his other hand was gripping yours and you slowly started moving to the music.

You leaned fully into him so that your head was resting on his shoulder. The warmth of his body was giving you the rest. He made you feel safe in a way that no one else ever could. The man who once saved your life so selfless is now holding you in his arms so delicately.

You liked him, no you loved him. All those buried feelings that you carried with you all the time, are pushing to the surface. You don‘t know how or when those feelings developed but now in this position, you couldn’t deny that they weren’t there. But does he feel the same? Does he like you the way you liked him? What if not?

You raised your head to look him in the eyes. With full dedication you smiled at him, which he returned. The way he looked at you, there was no denying that he also liked you. You gave him comfort as well. A realization that made your heart fluster, when suddenly his mood changed.

His look went off as he distanced himself from you before he turned around. Fear and anxiety overcame you as you were afraid of losing him.

“Did I do something wrong? you whispered, as you placed your hand on his shoulder.

“No, it‘s -.”

“Is it because of my age? Am I too young for you?” you interrupted him.

“It‘s -. I just think that you deserve someone that is your age, someone that you potentially can grow old with. Unlike me.” Your heart froze at that moment as you started panicking.

“Joel, please don‘t do this. Remember what I told you yesterday? Catching feelings for someone is an experience that I rarely have access to. Especially in times like this where death and loss are inevitable. Loving someone gives us a reason to live. Protecting them and being with them lets us feel alive.” You took a short break. “There is no one out there I’d rather be with than with you. Please, don‘t push me away for the bid of time we have left. None of us wants to be alone.”

He needed a short time to let those words of yours sink in before he decided to turn around.

“I love you, Joel,” you whispered when he looked into your eyes again.

His hands wandered gripping your waist, pulling you in for a kiss. When his lips met yours, a shiver went down your spine. You reached his neck with your hands holding him tight. You never ever wanted to let go of him again. Of the man that loved you too.

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joekeeryswife · 2 years

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Hello<33 first of i wanted to say i love your Writing (especially Joseph as a Dad). I had an Idea but i hope i can explain it good: Reader and Joseph are dating and already moved together. Reader found out she‘s pregnant but before she could tell him they got into a horrible Fight breaking up without her telling him she‘s pregnant. Then after 3 years he pulls himself together and visits you and suddenly sees a little Girl. And when he realize it‘s his Daughter he tries his Best to be there for her. So he stays over a Few Months and you two get closer again. Slowly both of you teach your Daughter that he is her daddy and they are like super cute together. If you don‘t want/can‘t write this it‘s fine! Have a Great Night/Day idk <3

“you left me!” - J.Q

probably has a lot of mistakes but thank you for requesting! i hope this was okay, enjoy <3

you and Joseph had been together for years. you'd travelled together, made memories you had only dreamed of and you had even bought your own house last year. you'd even recently found out you were pregnant with your first baby together which you couldn't be more happy about. however, Joseph had started to drift from you. you didn't know why, you didn't think you had done anything wrong so why was he distancing himself from you? you wanted to bring it up but with him being distant you didn't want to make anything worse. Joseph had been at work and hadn't gotten back till late.

you decided maybe it would be a good idea to talk to him over breakfast. you made pancakes, bacon, sausages and eggs. you made a plate for yourself then made one for Joseph, waiting for him to finally get up. what you didn't know was Joseph was in the worst mood, well, the worst one you'd ever seen. he walked down the stairs and into the kitchen, his face turned sour as he saw you. "morning sweetheart. i made breakfast" you smiled, putting a hand on his shoulder which he shrugged off, making your smile face slowly.

"thanks" he said, taking the plate then walking away from you, leaving you standing alone in the kitchen. what have you done? you followed him into the dining room where he was sat eating alone. "what is your issue Joey? have i done something?" you said, standing there with your arms crossed. he scoffed and carried on eating, ignoring you completely. "Joseph. i'm talking to you. what's the matter?" you said again, hoping he would tell you what the matter was.

it was silent again, before he stood up, angrily, making the chair fling backward behind him. "why can't you just fuck off y/n? i'm sick of your whining" he shouted, making you flinch. "what? Joseph, i just wanna know what's wrong-" you started before he cut you off. "fuck sake y/n. i'm just sick of you, i'm sick of this house, i'm sick of this relationship. i'm done. i'm honestly done. whatever we had, is gone." he screamed, making your eyes fill with tears. "Joseph what. i didn't do anything-" you said, a tear falling down your face. he walked past you, brushing his shoulder harshly against yours, making you fall to the floor.

you hissed as you landed on your ankle wrong. you heard crashing and other noises coming from upstairs and the next thing you knew Joseph was downstairs with a suitcase in hand. he walked past you, ignoring your pleads and protests. "Joseph, where are you going? why can't we just talk about this?" you shouted after him, hoping he would listen to you. this argument started over nothing and now he was leaving you.

"y/n. stop. i'm done. our relationship is over. i'll be here tomorrow to collect the rest of my stuff, actually you know what, doesn't matter, i'll leave it" he said, walking out the door, slamming it behind him. "i'm pregnant" you whispered, knowing he wouldn't hear you.

your tears that filled your eyes began to fall, now knowing you'd have to raise this baby all on your own. you hadn't done anything for him to leave, scared to say anything incase he left and yet here you were with him gone anyway. you walked to the sofa, curling your knees to your chest as you sobbed. you'd hoped he would finally walk through that door, apologising and realising that he made a mistake but he didn't. he never did.

-time skip-

it had been three years since you last saw Joseph and to say you didn't struggle was a lie. you'd never struggled with something more. you went through your pregnancy without him, your friends and family helping you during it and after. your daughter, Poppy, had been the best thing that ever came into your life. she was funny, smart, caring and such a polite little girl. she always used her manners, she was never rude to another person and if there was one thing you were most proud of it was her kindness.

it was a quiet Sunday night and you were about to put Poppy to bed. she'd just had a bath and you were making her a drink before she went to bed when the doorbell rang. you still lived in the house you and Joseph bought years ago. you hadn't had the heart to pack up everything and leave when this was one of the only places you knew and you also loved your house. "P, sweetheart, could you please get that for me?" you shouted out to her from the kitchen. she was sat in the living room doing some colouring. "okay mama" she shouted back, standing up, leaving her colouring book open on the coffee table.

she reached up to the doorknob and opened to door carefully. she saw a man she'd never seen before standing there with his hands in his pockets. "hello" she said shyly, her hand going to her mouth as she tried to cover the light blush that covered her cheeks. one thing about Poppy was she didn't like to speak to strangers and she was hoping it would be someone she knew. "uhh hi. is uhh, does y/n still live here?" he asked, looking at the door number to check if he got the right house, he was shocked to see a toddler answer the door. the little girl had big dark brown eyes, curly brown hair and looked like the spitting image of him. he was utterly confused.

"mama" she shouted, you heard her from the kitchen and left her drink by the sink, walking towards the front door. "who is it love?-" you asked, not seeing who it was before you got to her door. Joseph was standing there. the man you'd hoped to come back years ago was here right in front of you. "hi y/n" Joseph said, his hand going the scratch the back of his neck. "wait here" you said quickly before closing the door, leaving him standing there in shock. why all of a sudden did he decided to come back? after all those years away when he could have, why now? you took ahold of Poppy's hand and walked to the kitchen before walking with her to her bedroom.

"mama who was that man?" she asked as you pulled her bed covers back, allowing her to climb into her bed. she laid down and you tucked her in before giving her a kiss on her forehead. you also switched on her nightlight which she couldn't sleep without. "no one sweetheart, i'll see you in the morning, i love you" you said, hearing her whisper a small 'i love you too' before you walked out of her bedroom and closed the door before rushing down the stairs.

you opened the front door and saw Joseph still stood there. "what the fuck are you doing here?" you asked, anger laced in your tone. the three years of built up anger finally being released. "look, i know i'm the last person you wanna see but-" you cut him off, you had never been more angry in your whole life. "how dare you show up at my house three years later, acting like nothing happened. you have no right to be here after what you did to me" you said, your eyes filling with angry tears as you spoke. he looked at you with a guilty expression on his face, he hated the fact that he caused this but he'd only just built up the courage to come and see you.

"y/n please. i just want to talk to you" he said, his eyes meeting yours. your lip quivered before you moved to the side, letting him into the house. he took notice of all the things that had changed. you had changed the colour of the entrance from white to a beige colour and there was photos of you and your family scattered around. the one that caught his eye was the one of you in the hospital bed, a baby in your arms. the little girl he met earlier was no doubt the baby in the photo. you walked to the living room and watched as he sat down on the sofa. you quickly cleared away Poppy's colouring things before turning to him.

"what are you really doing here Joseph?" you asked, embarrassed at the thought of him now being here.

"y/n. i really didn't mean to hurt you. you have to understand i left-" you'd heard enough. he was just going to give you 50 excuses and you weren't here for it, he left you all by yourself to raise a child. granted, he didn't know, however, he had absolutely no right to talk to you the way he did and leave you by yourself without an explanation. "you left me by myself Joseph. you just shouted at me and left. what kind of a person does that?" you said, anger rising more in you as your tears angry tears began to fall.

"and how dare you come here three years later and act like everything is okay. now as i said before, why are you really here?" you said, embarrassed that he's made you cry, again. "y/n, i left because i was scared." he said, looking down at his interlocked hands. he was scared. scared of commitment, scared he'd hurt you, scared someone else would hurt you. "i know it's not an excuse but i'm here now and i'm better. i want us to work-" he said, making you scoff through your tears. "you left me!" you shouted, finally getting it out. you let your head fall into your hands as you sobbed.

Joseph watched you sob, feeling guilt eat him alive. he stood up from the sofa and walked steadily towards you, not scared anymore. he wrapped his arms around you, hugging you as you sobbed. you couldn't even fight back, you just let yourself melt into him as he hugged you tightly. "you left me" you whispered, tears still falling down your cheeks. "i know sweetheart, i know" he said, kissing your temple. that nickname. that stupid nickname. he always called you that and the fact that he's saying it now is making your feelings go crazy.

you missed him. you missed him so much. you wished he came back and was with you throughout your pregnancy. you wished he was there for the birthdays. you just wished he came back sooner. "i'm so sorry y/n i really am. i shouldn't of left you" he said, pulling your face to look at him. "i was pregnant Joe" you whispered, sadness taking over you as you remembered everything you went through alone. his eyes widen and his heart dropped. he left you whilst you were pregnant and he had no idea.

"what? y/n are you serious?" he asked, hoping he heard correctly. you nodded your head and looked down. "i'm so sorry. i really am. i'm sorry it's taken me this long to come back." he said, taking your face into his hands, making you keep eye contact. "is that my daughter upstairs?" he whispered, watching you nod your head. his breathing stuttered as you nodded. he had a daughter. his own blood. "whats her name?" he asked, watching you slip out a small 'Poppy' before his sorrows increased.

“oh y/n i’m so so sorry. i shouldn’t of left you. i’m sorry i didn’t come back sooner. i’m sorry i missed out on so much. i’m so sorry i left you. i really am” he said, stroking your cheeks. you nodded understanding. you knew there was no point in arguing anymore, it wouldn’t take back the past. what was done was done and there was nothing you could do about it. “i want to be in her life. i know it may not happen straight away but i want to. i want to be her father” he said, looking into your eyes. you knew he was serious.

“we can’t do it right away. she needs time to adjust. she’s very shy Joseph. do you think you could come back tomorrow?” you asked, sleep just wanting to take over your body. he nodded his head, understanding you also needed time. he let go of you, and kissed your cheek. “i’ll see you in the morning” he muttered, leaving you stood in the living room. you’d want nothing more than your family to get back together but what if it happened again? what if he left you alone again.

-time skip-

for the next few months, you finally started letting Joseph come over more often and migrate back into the family. he would come over every morning to see Poppy and you and you would both act like you were a family. you decided to tell Poppy that Joseph was her dad after her knowing him for a month. it was better than keeping it from her for even longer. Joseph would

even sometimes stay over and spend time with you. your feelings for him increasing again.

you woke up, hearing giggles coming from the kitchen as the smell of pancakes filtered through the house. you walked down the stairs, seeing Joseph covered in pancake batter and Poppy laughing, the hardest you’d ever seen her laugh. “daddy you are funny” she said, squealing when he kissed her on the cheek, covering her face in the batter. “what is going on here?” you joked, acting stern. they turned to you, anxious expressions on both of their faces.

“how dare you have a pancake batter fight with out me” you said, smiling at the both of them. Poppy giggled at you and watched as you walked to her, giving her a kiss on the cheek. “mama daddy made pancakes” she said, wrapping her arms around you. “thank you” you said, kissing her cheek again. you helped her to get down off of the kitchen island and watched as she walked to the dining room. Joseph was wiping off the pancake batter off of him and looked at you.

“sorry for making a mess” he said, making you smile at him. “it’s fine, i was only joking” you replied, using your thumb to wipe off the bit of missed batter by his lip. “‘missed this” he said, holding you by the waist. “i missed it too” you said, leaning in to kiss him. “i’m so glad our family is back together” he said, kissing your lips a few more times. “me too” you replied, kissing him again. you’d finally got your family back and you’d never been happier.

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selenitesdawn · 2 years

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Everything sucks

pairing : robin buckley x fem!reader

warnings : angst, anxiety, homophobia

summary : y/n and robin are stuck working together after breaking up just a few weeks ago. at first they both played it cool, but the truth always ends up coming out.

third person pov

Scoops Ahoy used to be the best thing happening to y/n and Robin. The young couple had always dreamed of working together. So when they both got the job at the ice-cream shop, they obviously got super excited. And things did go well, at least for the first couple of days. Whenever they had free time and no one would come to the store, they hung out in the back of the shop, cuddling in a corner and talking about their shared future. At this point they’ve been dating for a couple of months, all in secret of course.

“What if we bought a dog?”, Robin asked y/n while playing with her hair.

The couple was cuddled up, y/n laying in Robin’s arms.

“A dog is a lot of work love, you know that right?”, y/n had replied, thinking more realistically than her girlfriend.

“But hypothetically, you would want a dog right? That’s kind of important to know. And what would we name her? I was thinking about naming her after a badass female movie character. That would be cool right? Or maybe after one of the ice-cream flavors here. Aw, now that I’ve said that out loud, it’s much cuter. Let’s name her.. what about tutti-frutti?”

“Tutti-frutti? And you already know the dog is going to be female huh?”, y/n laughed, kissing Robin’s chin.

“Of course it’s going to be female. She’s going to be our love child. And tutti-frutti is a cute name.”, Robin exclaimed pouting, kissing y/n on top of her head.

Shortly before their 8 months anniversary, Robin broke up with y/n. The break-up was kind of messy, since Robin was bad at articulating why exactly she was breaking up with y/n. Trying to be the bigger person, y/n wanted Robin and her to still get along, so she dropped her anger and frustration to not cause any more heartbreak for herself. She just didn’t understand where Robin was coming from, and apparently Robin didn’t even know herself. They had maybe two or three fights in total, and those weren’t even serious. It was just about some stupid disagreements, like “What song is the best song of all time?” or “Why is being in a drama club cooler than being in a band?”. So y/n was obviously left confused and heartbroken.

But since they were still working together, they had to get along on an almost daily basis. The first few days were like living hell for both of them, but after some time they just went back to being cool with each other. Y/n just wanted the best for Robin, and if she couldn’t be that for her, then so be it.

“Hello Ladies, welcome on board of Scoops Ahoy, the best ice-cream shop this mall has to offer.”, y/n tried to say confidently to a group of girls standing in front of the counter.

“Yeah, that’s probably because it‘s the only ice-cream shop in this mall.”, one of the girls said, which caused them all to laugh.

Y/n tried to force a smile, trying not to lose her confidence right then and there. After the girls left, Robin pulled up the shutters of the window behind y/n, holding up a white board.

“And another point for you suck, which in total is the 8th point today.”, said Robin while smiling sarcastically.

“I get nervous okay! And this stupid hat suffocates my thoughts. That’s why I always mess up my lines.”, y/n said while taking her hat off, walking back inside.

“Sure honey bunny.”, Robin replied.

“Don’t call me that.”, y/n retorted.

Robin didn’t realize her slipping and just apologized quietly.

“Whatever, it’s fine. Not like it means something, huh?”

The last sentence came out more passive-aggressively than y/n intended it to.

“Shit, sorry. I didn’t mean to-“

“It’s okay. That one’s on me.”, Robin quickly said.

After that y/n and Robin just sat in awkward silence, facing each other but trying to avoid each other’s gazes by any means. It was quite obvious that both of them still had feelings for the other, but not for them of course. Y/n wanted to act like she was moving on and Robin wanted to feed into the thought that she didn’t completely destroy y/n’s heart. That’s why they started this awful game of y/n trying to flirt with other people, just so both of them could overplay their true feelings. Flirting with other girls as a girl was clearly impossible, since most of them were too straight to even realize or just thought it was super weird. At first it was fun to act as if their hearts didn’t shatter the day they broke up, but now it was just getting more and more frustrating.

“We should just stop with that stupid game.”, Robin said, finally breaking the silence.

“Why? Scared someone will flirt back?”, y/n replied playing it smugly.

“You’re obviously getting frustrated, and i’m sick of telling you that you suck every time someone doesn’t appreciate your awkward but cute attempts of flirting. Besides, would it be so bad if I was scared ? We broke up just a few weeks ago, it’s not like I‘m going to be completely over us.“, Robin states, sounding painfully frustrated herself.

“Are you serious? You were the one that broke up with me, without even giving me one valid reason. And now you want to tell me, that you’re not over us?”, y/n replied angrily.

“It’s not like I wanted to break up with you y/n! But I had to! For you!”

Y/n got up angrily, tears forming in her eyes. Her hands were bawled to fists, nails digging into her palms.

“I know you’re mad at me y/n, I totally get that. Christ, I’m so so so mad at myself, like every single day. I go to bed, I’m mad at myself. I wake up, I’m mad at myself. And you have every right to call me a hypocrite or maybe, i don’t know, you should put salt in my ice-cream and watch me suffer while eating it. You could curse me out and I would totally, utterly understand your frustration, I promise. But it’s just not that easy, okay? I know I broke your heart and that was so so shitty, but I broke my own heart too because I just thought that all of this would be best for you but it clearly isn’t and now I just feel so stupid.”

The words came out with full force, each burning their way into y/n’s head. Robin stopped herself from keeping on talking and just watched y/n’s reaction now. Y/n eased up and stood in front of Robin in complete disbelief. She couldn’t comprehend what her ex just said. A tear rolled down off of Robin’s cheek, her body seemed to be shaking.

“I’m sorry.”, was all that y/n was able to bring out before she walked over to Robin and embraced her in a tight hug. Both of the girls started sobbing violently, holding onto each other like their life depended on it. Robin buried her face in y/n’s neck, trying to inhale the familiar scent through her stuffy nose. A few minutes passed while they were just holding each other, people walking in and out of the shop since no one seemed to be there.

“Please Robin, just tell me why you broke up with me. You shouldn’t go through this on your own. Together we can’t make everything work, remember?”, y/n whispered, slowly detaching herself from Robin.

Robin seemed to have caught herself again, her tears stopped streaming and her gaze was fixated on y/n.

“Remember when I was over at your house to pick you up for our cinema night?”, Robin asked.

“Of course I do. You looked so pretty that night, it was challenging to not kiss you in middle of the living room.”, y/n replied.

“Yeah right. So.. I just stood there, waiting for you. Then I heard your dad on a phone call. Pretty sure that he didn’t mean for me to hear it. But uhm.. it went something like this.”

“Can you believe that? The John Miller being seen doing gay stuff?”, y/n’s dad said on the phone.

Robin just stood in the living room, not knowing what to do with herself. Her hands were fidgeting, her body stepping from one leg to the other. Y/n’s dad walked around in the kitchen, not noticing that Robin was in the room next to him.

“If I was his dad I would move far far away from here. Or honestly just move him far far away from here.”, he told the person on the other end of the line, laughing spitefully

“No but seriously, what is he going to do with him now? Send him to a camp maybe? Or a psych ward? What do you do with him?”

With every sentence it got worse and worse. Robin couldn’t believe what she was hearing. It didn’t take long until she felt an anxiety attack raising inside of her.

“Whatever, as long as my daughter isn’t like them, I don’t care what happens to them. She is spending a suspicious amount of time with this Robin girl though, maybe I should look into that.”, y/n’s dad finally utters. Although he did say it with an ironic tone in his voice, laughing just after saying it, Robin couldn’t hold it together any longer.

Luckily y/n came down the stairs just a moment after, giving Robin the chance to finally leave her own personal hell.

“It was something like that. I don’t remember the exact words but.. it was awful y/n.”, Robin finished.

Y/n stayed silent at first, letting the entire story just sink in for a minute.

“But why didn’t you tell me Robin?”, she then asked.

“I know you and your dad always had a complicated relationship y/n. And during the last weeks it just… it seemed like you two would finally get along again. And I saw how much that meant to you. You just seemed so much more relaxed at home and I… I didn’t want to ruin that. Who am I to ruin that? Just because I was eavesdropping. God, I wish I never heard that conversation in the first place.”

Y/n felt incredibly sorry for Robin. Because she knew she was right. Y/n did feel like her relationship with her dad was finally at a good point and hearing that did ruin things for her again. From now on she would feel uncomfortable at home, knowing that her dad deep down doesn’t accept her for who she is. She would feel weird bringing Robin home, and she would wonder if her dad actually had suspicions.

“I don’t care.”, y/n finally brought out.

“What?”

Y/n put her hand on Robin’s cheek, caressing it softly with her thumb. Robin couldn’t help but melt into it, closing her eyes and taking in ever single moment.

“I don’t care what my dad thinks. And if he doesn’t accept me for who I am, I could care less about our relationship. Being with you Robin, was the best thing that has ever happened to me. Our relationship was the most precious thing in my life and I would walk to hell and back just for us to be together. I would do anything, you understand? If that means moving far away with you, buying a dog and naming her tutti-frutti and maybe never seeing my dad again, then so be it.”

As y/n was done talking, Robin immediately grabbed her face and closed the distance between them. Their lips started moving in sync, falling back into their old patterns. It was a desperate kiss, filled with sadness and frustration. But at the same time it was pure and rare love being exchanged, excitedly gliding off of their lips, just to be reciprocated by the other. When their lips parted, it felt as if they would still pull onto each, eager to continue.

“I love you y/n. I truly and wholeheartedly love you. And if you want to, you can live with me. I always have space for you, you know that.”, Robin stated.

“I love you too Robin. And I would gladly move in with you.”

After that the couple just sat there, holding each other tight, enjoying their shared presence. They could have cared less about the angry customers in front of the shop, as long as they had each other. Well, at least for about 15 minutes. Y/n was afraid to lose her job so she chickened out and started serving the customers again. But nevertheless, the peace finally found its way back into not only Scoops Ahoy, but into both of their hearts. And they were 100% certain, that both of them would never let the other one go ever again.

#robin buckley x reader #robin buckley #robin buckley x you #stranger things x reader #stranger things reader insert

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anamericangirl · 5 months

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Hey there, I have a question.

First off, I used to self h«rm a lot and attempted suic!de multiple times. When I finally decided to talk to the social worker at my very Christian school, the first and only thing she told me was that what I did was a sin, and that I had no right to do it, since my body only belongs to God. Don’t get me wrong, I’m Christian too, but what she told me really damaged my faith. When I told her that I am bisexual (that wasn’t the main topic, it just came up), she told me that for that, I deserve to be kille?, and that it would’ve been better if my attempts had succeeded.

I tried dot educate myself on the topic of suic¿de in the Bible, but I couldn’t really keep doing that since it only triggered me and I couldn’t keep doing it. But I feel like you really know about the Bible, and so I wanted to ask what you know about that topic.

If you don’t want to answer this, that’s completely fine, I can understand it‘s a sensible topic.

Have a beautiful day, you deserve the best.

Wow, I'm so sorry you've had such serious struggles and the social worker would tell you such things. Some people really shouldn't be put in positions where they are supposed to be a trusted source of advice and counsel and she sounds like one of those people. Those are incredibly damaging things to say to someone who was in the very vulnerable state you were in. I'm glad you were able to keep your faith in God and made attempts to study the issue yourself even though you had an experience that understandably made both those things more difficult. Like if she actually told you it would have been better if your suicide attempts were successful that's very suicide baity and I hope she's not still in that position.

I'm very honored you feel like I know the Bible pretty well. I have been studying it more in depth this past year or two so I definitely know more than I used to but there's still a lot for me to learn!

The Bible doesn't explicitly address suicide and say not to do it, but we can get a very solid understanding of what God thinks about it by reading and studying his word. We know that God is the creator and he has given us the gift of life. And he makes it clear in the Bible that all life is unique and precious to him and he does not want us to take it upon ourselves to end our own lives.

There six or seven people mentioned in the Bible who committed suicide and several more who had suicidal thoughts but overcame them by putting their hope in God. Elijah, Solomon, Jonah, Job, even Paul all hit the point where they wanted to give up on life and some even asking God to end them, but instead of going through with these desires, they ended up putting their trust and faith in God and he pulled them through, which is what he wants us to do whenever we have to the point where we are in so much despair the only things we can think of to distract ourselves or end our troubles is self harm and suicide. In Acts 16 Paul even explicitly stops a prison guard who was about to kill himself after thinking a bunch of prisoners had escaped and tells him not to kill himself.

There are many verses in the Bible about coming to God when we feel at our lowest.

"So do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you; I will uphold you with my righteous right hand." - Isaiah 41:10

"For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future." - Jeremiah 29:11

"Cast your cares on the Lord and he will sustain you; he will never let the righteous be shaken." - Psalms 55:22

"Therefore, there is now no condemnation for those who are in Christ Jesus, because through Christ Jesus the law of the Spirit who gives life has set you free from the law of sin and death." - Romans 8:1-2

"For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord." - Romans 8:38-39

"The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit. The righteous person may have many troubles, but the Lord delivers him from them all." - Psalms 34:18-19

Those are by no means all the verses, but it is a small sampling that shows that God wants us to come to him with our despair, sorrow and grief so he can give us healing and hope again.

Speaking theologically, suicide would be a considered a sin. It goes against God's commandments and disrespects the gift of life he has given and disrespects the fact that God is the giver and taker of life. Life is not ours to take. Not from another person and not from ourselves. God created us special. In 1 Corinthians it says “Or do you not know that your body is a temple of the Holy Spirit within you, whom you have from God? You are not your own, for you were bought with a price. So glorify God in your body.” This pertains to far more than suicide, but suicide is definitely a way to disrespect our own body.

God does tell us not to commit murder and suicide is technically self-murder. So while suicide is a sin, it's not unforgivable and it's not something you deserve for anything else you do or are struggling with and it's completely unbiblical for anyone to say you should be killed or your suicide attempts should have been successful.

I am very glad you made attempts to study for yourself instead of just accepting what that woman told you and I hope you have found healing and I hope I was able to provide a somewhat satisfactory answer for you.

Thank you for your kind words. I hope you are doing better and have a wonderful day! God bless!

#anon #answered

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vamossainz55 · 2 years

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Moonlight Ch. 4 | Carlos Sainz Jr. x Reader

hey guys! this is long overdue i know but here is chapter 4. if i'm fully honest i am not too proud of this one, i feel like something's a bit off in the writing? (i cant tell what though). i tried fixing it a few times but im not too sure how to either. i promise the next few chapters will be better. a lot is going on and there's a lot of development so i hope you enjoy <33 (its also a bit longer than usual). anyways superproud of carlos' race yesterday bc the ferrari was not giving and happy to see him in the podium again as always constructive criticism is always appreciated <3

warnings: maybe swearing and alcohol consumption? that's about it.

enjoy! <3

read chapter 3 here

Chapter Four (5.3k words)

Whatever little hope you had of you and Carlos peacefully coexisting dwindled down the moment he had left you in the room. It was embarrassing but the moment you stepped out you had rushed to the bathroom, feeling a weird twisting feeling pulling at your chest.

You had locked the door behind you as soon as you entered the bathroom stall, sitting on the closed toilet lid as you tried to take a deep breath. Get it together. You think to yourself, slowly wiping at your cheeks when you feel them get wet.

You didn’t know what you had expected from that conversation but it definitely wasn’t what had unfolded. A part of you knew Carlos was right, you could’ve reached out to him, but a part of you was also angry.

The words you had told him keep ringing in your ears, and yeah it was true. You weren’t friends. But seeing the way Carlos’ demeanor changed had you feeling sick.

Carlos does take your words seriously though because the next few days it’s clear that he’s trying to drive you insane. It’s petty little things, like taking the seat you were sitting in and making you move, closing the elevator door on you, or even giving you the wrong time for meetings or confusing information.

The first few times are fine but you feel anger and annoyance begin to bubble inside of you and you find your own way of retaliation. You mess up with his papers, hand him the wrong specs, tell him the wrong meeting room. Anything you could think of really.

It’s petty and you feel like you’re ten again but you can’t deny the little feeling of satisfaction whenever you get back at him. It’s amazing how you both manage to sabotage one another to the point where you’re both at wit's ends but still manage to successfully work.

It had been a week or two since you and Carlos had started to mess with each other and you’re rushing to your last meeting of the week, only having noticed that you had it since Carlos had scheduled you in only three minutes beforehand, but you’re used to it really, only apologizing to Tom when you enter the room.

You pause for a bit when you realize it‘s only you three there but you find time to discreetly give Carlos an annoyed look before you're sitting with them at the table.

“Sorry- I hate to be the person to add a late meeting on a Friday but I actually wanted to run some things with Carlos and thought you could help with the notes?” Tom asks and you can’t help but hold back a sigh.

“Yeah, of course.” You say, pulling up your laptop before Tom pulls up some data on his own to show Carlos. The first few minutes pass by quickly but soon enough you’re closely listening to their discussion, frowning when you hear Tom disagree with Carlos’ point on the break. You don’t mean to talk but before you know it you’re butting in.

“I think Carlos is right on this one.” You say quietly and they both give you a look. You chew the inside of your cheek before you’re pulling some of your own papers, pointing to some numbers. Carlos is quiet, a puzzled look flashing on his face but you just simply shrug at him when Tom looks over the data. Work is work and you weren’t going to sabotage that for him.

It becomes a thing when Tom starts inviting you to join most of his one on ones with Carlos and it is never discussed but the dynamic slightly shifts. Sure there were still some comments here and there but overall things with Carlos do get better. You even share a smile or two with him when Tom seems to make a mistake, but getting along with Carlos was still reserved for only those moments.

Reality always slapped you in the face whenever both of you would randomly revert into snarky remarks whenever you weren’t discussing a track, statistics, and the car. Silence was the worst though, and it mainly happened whenever you both arrived first to the room, deciding to sit as far as possible and fiddle on your phones until Tom would arrive, unknowingly breaking the tension.

You had just finished a two hour meeting with Tom, Carlos, and Peter, one of the other engineers in the team when you feel your stomach churn, feeling hungrier than usual especially since you had overslept and missed breakfast. Tom is already rushing to another meeting, quickly saying bye to you all and you take your time to get up.

“Wanna grab lunch?” Carlos asks and you look up a bit surprised. You’re about to answer when you realize he isn’t directing his question to you. He gives you a tight lipped smile before turning to Peter and his back is slightly facing you as a clear sign of no you’re not invited and you can’t help but sigh when Peter easily agrees before grabbing his things and getting up. Carlos doesn’t spare much of a look towards your direction before he’s heading off with him and you feel a slight prickle at your chest.

The past few weeks had been tough as you hadn’t managed to connect with many people in the company. Sure you had a chat with some here and there but it was difficult to connect with many of them as everyone was so busy and they only talked about work really. You were also one of the younger ones and although you were getting more and more involved you still felt like most of them didn’t take you seriously (the price of being an intern really).

You take this moment to check your watch, deciding to grab some lunch anyways as you were feeling quite hungry and you didn’t wanna let your stomach complain further. You head to the cafeteria, smiling and giving some people that you knew a small wave.

The menu in the cafeteria has your stomach growling louder. One of the best things of working in a lucrative Formula One team is that they did in fact know how to treat their employees. There was always a wide variety of options of food, from meat, to gluten-free, carb free and even vegan. The options were limitless and you always ended up wandering a bit too much around the cafeteria as you tried to figure out what you were gonna use as fuel for the day.

“Heard the salmon and rice is good,” You hear someone say and you curiously turn around to find Lando holding his own tray of food that looks suspiciously like the pizza that was offered at the corner of the cafeteria.

“Aren’t you supposed to have your own food?” You ask curiously, remembering how Carlos had complained to another colleague that he couldn’t always just pick at something in the cafeteria. And yeah, you realize that this was probably not the best opening introduction to a new and upcoming Formula One driver but what was done was done.

Lando simply snorts and rolls his eyes. “As long as you don’t tell anyone it’s fine.” He says, giving you a shrug before continuing to watch you. It takes you a minute to realize that he’s staring because he’s waiting, and you sheepishly grab the salmon and rice.

“Per-fect, let’s go.” He says before turning to go sit at one of the tables. You follow him, still a bit confused at how you got yourself into this situation, but having lunch with Lando wasn’t going to hurt.

“I’m y/n by the way, not sure if you remember?” You say once you’re both seated. Lando is already picking up his pizza and taking a hefty bite, nodding as he chews and covers his mouth. You take this moment to grab a spoonful of your food.

“Yeah yeah, I remember. I'm Lando,” He says and you can’t help but roll your eyes at that with a smile on your lips. He gives you a confused look, raising his eyebrows at you as he takes a sip of his water.

“I mean, I just found it funny that you felt the need to introduce yourself. I know you’re Lando.” You say and Lando gives you a nonchalant shrug as he puts his cup down.

“Fair, but I mean I knew you were y/n already. You and Carlos know eachother” He says before taking another bite of his pizza. You have to set your spoon back down to look at him, not entirely sure if you had heard him right. For a second you wondered how much Carlos had told Lando.

You shift a bit in your seat and look around the cafeteria, soon spotting Carlos sitting at the table with Peter and he is looking at you both. He doesn’t even look away when your eyes meet and you’re the one that needs to crack as Lando clears his throat to catch your attention.

“I just wanted to properly talk with you since it was in passing last time. I think we are one of the youngest ones here.” He says with a shrug, “But also I want to let you know whatever issue you have with Carlos, I don’t care.” He says with a shrug before smiling. “So if you need anything please don’t hesitate to reach out to me.” It sounds sincere and you can’t help but smile small at him, a bit embarrassed that he felt like he needed to make it clear.

“Thanks, it’s really not that deep. It’s fine.” You say to Lando reassuringly although you’re quite touched by the gesture. You had noticed that Carlos had been very proactive to know everyone no matter what department they were from, always happy to talk about the car, the development, and strategy. On the other hand Carlos barely ever gave you the light of day. It’s not like you could blame him really, the boundaries were clear when you had started. Even though you knew this it still sucked a bit to see everyone connecting with him whilst you both had to be forced to interact.

“How much do you know?” You ask curiously, collecting more food with your sooon.

“Just enough I guess.” Lando says and you bite back your tongue to not ask him for more information. “Although if we are friends you need to do me a favour.” Lando says, leaning closer to make sure you hear him. “You might have to sneak me a snack or two.” He murmurs. You feel Carlos’ eyes burning into you both but it doesn't faze you. You simply grin and nod.

“Deal.” You agree, giving his hand a shake to seal it.

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Lando apparently did take the offer of being friends seriously because the next time he sees you in the cafeteria he invites you to join. It would’ve been a lot nicer if he wasn’t sitting next to a very awkward looking Carlos who clearly did not want you to join the table. You try your best to pretend to not hear him but it becomes ten times harder when Lando just raises his voice asking, “Do you wanna join?” You give another go at ignoring him but you stop in your tracks when you hear him say your name.

“Y/n? Come sit with us.” It’s extra loud this time, and it is far enough that a few people are looking in your direction before shifting their eyes to Lando and Carlos who were sitting at their reserved drivers table. You give Lando and Carlos a smile before nodding and heading to their table, letting out a breath once everyone looks away.

“If you didn’t wanna join you could’ve just said so,” Carlos says, taking a sip of his coffee and you roll your eyes.

“You could’ve at least pretended to look like you wanted me here,” You snark back but Lando snaps his fingers to catch both of your attentions.

“No arguing please/ We’re here for lunch.” He says. You set your tray down on the booth and look at them both. You think about sliding next to Lando but you see him sitting right at the edge so before giving it a second thought you slide into the booth next to Carlos, legs brushing lightly as you settle in the seat. Carlos doesn’t have much of a choice, simply shifting a bit to give you more space.

“How are you guys?” You ask to the table as a way to ease the tension radiating off of Carlos. Lando is the first one to answer, rattling about how his home simulator was experiencing some glitches and how he had to call his brother over to fix some things. You nod along, setting your phone down after taking a look at the time to check for your next meeting.

You turn a bit to Carlos, “And Carlos, how are you?” you ask as cordially as possible before taking a bite of your sandwich. Carlos shifts a bit to face you too, his eyes are looking around the way they always do when he is thinking and his hands are fiddling with his bracelet.

“I’m fine. Excited for the weekend.” He says, looking over from you to Lando. It looks like he’s deliberating on telling you more or not but you see Lando shift and hear a small “Ay” from Carlos that helps you assume he had just gotten kicked. It’s not much but it is apparently enough to get Carlos to share more.

“I just told Lando that one of my sisters is coming over this weekend” He says and your lips twitch to a smile, you had spent a lot of time with Carlos’ family when growing up and you hadn’t heard much of them in ages. One of the hardest things after the break up was saying goodbye to them too.

“Ah really? Ana or Blanca?” You can’t help but ask. Carlos looks at you for a second, as if he was surprised that you remembered them both by name.

“Ana actually,” Carlos says and you give him a small nod.

“That’s cool. Tell her I said hi,” You say with a smile, going to take another bite of your food. You can feel Carlos’ eyes on you and there is a small lull in the conversation before Carlos is speaking up again. It takes you a moment to realize he’s directing the question at you, eyes still on you.

“How are you?” He asks. It’s embarrassing but you feel a certain pressure release from your chest. It had been the first time Carlos was directing a proper conversation towards you.

“I’m alright. Struggling a bit I guess?” You say truthfully, and you aren’t the type to share but before you know it you’re spilling a bit more than intended. “I haven't had the best time connecting with people, and I don’t really have friends outside of work at the moment .” You say truthfully, suddenly not wanting to look at them in the eyes, feeling embarrassed.

“Ah- that’s nothing to worry about. You just need to go out a little. We can always do something. I told you, we’re friends now.” Lando says and you let out a small laugh, his kindness warming your cheeks.

“Of course, yeah. We’re friends” You laugh before nodding. “Okay, I might just take you up for it,” You say before the topic shifts to golf. You simply rest your chin in your palm, quietly listening to the two guys planning their next outing.

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To your surprise the driver that invites you out isn’t Lando, but it’s Carlos. It happens when you’re both having lunch together the next week, Lando having made it a tradition for you all to eat together.

The first few times were awkward but soon enough you and Carlos have small conversations here and there although Lando would clearly be the one talking with you both more.

“You want me to what?” You ask Carlos, mainly in disbelief. He had briefly mentioned his plans with Ana to go to the city center to go shopping and he had looked over your direction, asking you if you wanted to join some time in the evening.

“I told Ana you were here when she arrived and that you said hi and before I knew it she had a whole day out planned and you’re invited for dinner.” Carlos says quite sheepishly. “I tried saying no but-”

“Yeah, yeah. Ana never takes no for an answer.” You say, rolling your eyes fondly at her, a memory popping up in your head. “Remember that time she came with us to the cinema? You had told her not to come with us but she showed up anyway with a ticket.” You say without thinking, letting out a soft laugh.

“Oh my god, yes. I haven’t let that one go yet.” Carlos says, letting out a proper laugh.

“She did that?” Lando asks and you both nod.

“She’s always been like that. I think she crashed our first proper date too.” Carlos says with a chuckle, smiling before taking a sip of water. Your mind still lingers at the question and you find yourself giving him a small nudge, getting him to look over you.

“I don’t mind showing up to see Ana but you can also tell her I don’t really want to join if you know, you aren’t very comfortable.” You say, already expecting him to take up your offer but he surprises you by shaking his head.

“I think it’s fine, she’s missed you a lot actually. Could be nice, no?” Carlos says and you look at him for a moment before nodding.

“Yeah, yeah. When does she want to go out?” You ask, still a bit stunned. Carlos hums before opening his phone to check his calendar. He pinches his bottom lip with his fingers as he scrolls through his schedule before turning it to show you.

“I think she said Friday evening.” He says and you’re leaning a bit closer to look at the time before giving a nod.

“I can do that,” You say, looking over at Lando when he begins complaining about you both ignoring him and you can’t help but snort when Carlos steals his hat from him.

The week passes by quickly and Carlos and you begin to talk a lot more in the office. The awkward lulls and silences aren’t really there. Even Tom notices, making a few off hand comments about the both of you looking more cheery but both just shrug and brush it off.

“So we’ll pick you up at seven, is that okay?” Carlos asks once Tom is heading to his next meeting. You’re slowly tidying your things up, sending Bastien a quick text before you’re looking up at him.

“Seven sounds good. Do you need my address?” You ask and Carlos nods, offering his hand out before nodding at your phone. You hand it over to him and watch him put in what you assume to be his number.

“Just text me the address.” He says, picking up his things and you nod, quickly saving his number before grabbing your bag. “See you later.”

You get home a bit before six and you quickly go shower and change. There is a wave of excitement washing over you at the idea of going out. The past month you had been cooped up in your small apartment, and sure you had gone out by yourself every once in a while but you hadn’t gone out with anybody since you had gotten there. You mainly just stayed at home, watching shows, face timing Bastien or talking a bit with your sister sometimes.

You’re ready thirty minutes early and decide to give Bastaan a quick call before leaving. You fix your hair a bit before holding your phone properly in front of your face, waiting for him to pick up.

“Hi baby,” He says with a smile once the line connects. He’s laying on the bed, shirt off. You squint a bit as you look over the screen as you fix your hair a bit more.

“Hi my love. You’re in bed?” You ask curiously, leaning back onto the couch. There is a bit of shifting before he shakes his head.

“Not feeling too well so I took a day off today. Are you still going out tonight with Carlos and his sister?” He asks and you give him a nod. If you were being honest you had been quite nervous to tell Bastien about it, but as always he was supportive, even encouraging you to go out. He never told you but you knew he was a bit worried about you being alone too much. “What are the plans?”

“I think just dinner and maybe drinks? I haven’t seen her in so long- there’s a lot to catch up on.” You say with a smile. There’s a faint sound of a door opening and you see Bastien's eyes shift. He speaks a bit in french before looking back at you.

“I need to go baby, my mother is over for dinner” He says and you give him a nod and a smile. “I love you, have fun and let me know when you get home” he says, sending you a kiss.

“I love you too, tell her I say hi.” You say with a smile, letting him hang up.

Twenty minutes later you’re heading downstairs, smiling when you see Carlos and Ana in the car right in front of the lobby. You quickly slip out, waving at them as Ana gets out of the car.

“Y/N oh my god. It’s been so long.” She says before she’s engulfing you in a hug. You smile as you hug her back, letting out a soft breath as you do so. Once she pulls away you take a small step back to look over her, smiling wide. .

“Hello, yeah. It’s been like what? Three years?” You say with a laugh before giving her another quick hug.

“A lot to catch up on but that’s perfect. I made a reservation for us at a really nice restaurant. I remember you liked Japanese food, no?” Ana says before turning to the car where Carlos was playing with his phone. “Let’s go?”

You’re about to take the back seat when Ana beats you to it, shooing you towards the passenger seat. “Fine, fine.” You say before ducking your head to get in. You flash Carlos a smile.

“Hey,” You say, putting on your seatbelt as Ana gets in. Carlos greets you back, looking at Ana through the rear view mirror.

“Ready?”

The little bit of nerves you have dissipate after the first few minutes of sitting in the car. Ana is filling up the silence by picking songs to play and asking you questions and updates of your life. It's a bit of back and forth and it’s nice to hear more about what she’s been up to. Carlos even joins a bit in the conversation, but you and Ana do most of the catching up. You learn she’s almost done with her studies, finishing up her degree in Business and that she had broken up with her boyfriend. Carlos laughs a bit when you sigh out a “finally”, nodding with you in agreement.

“He was an asshole.” He says with a shrug to which you both agree.

The conversation stalls for a bit when Carlos announces that you’ve arrived, quickly turning off the car and taking out the keys to give to the valet.

The topic picks itself back up once you’re all done ordering. “So- I forgot to ask you earlier.” Ana says, catching your attention. You gently twist the stem of your wine glass between your fingers, giving her a nod to ask away.

“How’s your love life? Any action?” She asks curiously and you smile before rolling your eyes. Carlos shifts a bit in his seat before looking over you, seemingly curious too.

“Yeah, yeah I have a boyfriend. He’s not here though.” You say with a small smile. “We got together relatively recently. Well actually- I think we’ll be together for a year in a few months.”

“Boo,” Ana jokes, “being single is fun, no?” She asks giving Carlos a nudge. Carlos fixes his hair with a chuckle.

“Yeah, yeah.” He says, leaning back to his chair before crossing his arms, clearly not in the mood to talk about it. It’s clear that Ana wants to pick on it but you quickly catch her attention.

“So Ana, has Carlos been as annoying as ever? Or has it gotten better throughout the years?” You ask teasingly which earns you a scowl from Carlos.

“He’s the worst, I think he’s even more annoying now.” Ana says with a snicker, taking a sip of her wine.

“Yeah thought so,” You say, giving Carlos a shake of your head from disappointment. “He’s always talking about this and that, never wants to shut up hm?”

“Ay, come on, come on.” Carlos says waving his hand at you guys. “I did not miss the bullying at all.” he says but the smile on his face says otherwise.

By the time you finish dinner Ana and you are two bottles of wine in and you clearly can feel a buzz. You were not much of a drinker which really did affect your tolerance levels, and two bottles of wine was a hefty feat for you. Both Ana and you were giggly, the wine having relaxed you both whilst Carlos had limited himself to one glass since he was driving you all home. He had loosened up too though, and you all had been reminiscing about old memories, even reminding each other of some that you had forgotten.

“Remember that time y/n got lost in the house of mirrors in the carnival in Madrid?” Carlos snickers and you can’t help but pout.

“Hey, it was confusing.” You defend yourself, remembering how lost you were. You had spent almost twenty minutes there before practically giving up and waiting for someone in hopes that you could follow them out. “At least I didn’t walk into any of the mirrors.” You snip back, laughing when Carlos’ smile drops

“It was that one time,” he states but before he can say anything else Ana is butting in.

“Yeah but you had a whole bump on your forehead for like a week. We even named it.” She says pointing at the left side of her forehead just for a reminder.

“Oh my god, I forgot about Carlos Junior Junior.” You laugh, squirming away when Carlos tries to pinch your arm as retaliation.

“You weren’t laughing when I had to go back in to help you out. I don’t even know how you got yourself that far in” He says and you smile and shake your head.

“Not at all. I thought I was gonna be there for the whole night.” You confess, smiling at him before looking at Ana.

“You crashed that day, no? We weren’t supposed to take you with us.” Ana nods, not even trying to hide it and Carlos smiles, amused. “I’m glad you crashed, it was a lot of fun. We did ditch you for a good thirty minutes though.” You say with a soft laugh.

“We wanted to get some alone time, it’s not cool to take your little sister on a date.” Carlos snorts but Ana is shaking her head.

“You had the most fun when I was around.” She says confidently and you can’t disagree with her.

After a few more stories you check your phone to look at the time, starting to feel a bit tired.

“Yeah, it’s getting late,” Carlos says, practically reading your mind before waving over to the waiter. “I’ll get the bill, and then we can drop you off, yeah?” He offers.

“Yeah, yeah. How much is it? I can split it.” You offer before Carlos is shaking his head.

“Don’t be ridiculous, we invited you, it’s on us.” And that’s the end of the discussion.

By the time you get home Ana is dozed off in the backseat. You and Carlos had made small talk, mainly about work, but you’re surprised when he tells you he’ll get out of the car to properly say goodbye. He walks a bit to your side of the car before standing next to you and leaning on his car. You lean back as well, watching him cross his arms over his chest.

“Thanks for coming, it was really nice.” Carlos says, looking over at you. “And listen- sorry for the whole thing at work and that whole fight we had. I get why you said we didn’t know each other.” Carlos says. “I just didn’t expect to see you there.”

You nod quietly to his words, giving him a small smile. “I’m sorry too. I could have tried to give you a heads up or something and I wasn’t nice at all when we argued.” You say with a small sigh. “I got too defensive at some point and it was selfish for me to just show up like that.”

Carlos laughs softly and shakes his head. “You’re crazy. It wasn’t selfish at all. You’ve worked hard to get there. They don’t just give the internships to just anybody. You definitely didn’t owe me anything. Plus Tom really likes you now.” Carlos says with a chuckle.

“Yeah, yeah I know. I worked a lot for this.” You laugh softly. “I’m surprised I got it though.” You say, furrowing your brows a bit when Carlos shakes his head.

“Well I’m not.” He says before properly standing to turn to you. “Y/n, you are one of the most hardworking people I know. If anyone was going to make it it clearly was going to be you.”

“Stop,” You say with a laugh, and you’re not sure if it’s the alcohol but you feel your eyes slowly getting wet. You keep your gaze forward, unable to look him in the eye. “Look at you though, you’re living your dream.” You say with a smile.

“Yeah.” He breathes out. “We made it hm?” Carlos asks and you give him a small nod.

“Well, in my case, almost.” You say before taking a deep breath to compose yourself before properly turning towards him too.

“So we’re good now?” You ask, extending your hand out to shake and Carlos shakes his head.

“Come on,” He says before pulling you into a hug. You stumble a bit, still a bit tipsy but you return the hug before slowly pulling away. “We’re good.” He says before taking a step back. “Okay, I should go before Ana wakes up and wants to party or something.” He says making you laugh.

“Alright, alright. Enjoy your weekend with her. I’ll see you on Monday?” You ask as you slowly walk backwards to your lobby’s entrance.

“Yes, see you Monday. Enjoy your weekend too. I hope you don’t feel too hungover.” He teases. You roll your eyes, soon turning to head into the lobby. You turn around to look back and see he’s still outside his car, waiting for you to go in. Quickly you give him a wave, before you head up to the elevators.

The moment you lay in bed is when you finally let out a tired but satisfied sigh. You can’t help but to pull the covers close to you as you think about the evening. Relief washed over you knowing that you and Carlos were good, and maybe even friends now? Before you drift off you remember to text Bastien that you are home, and you grab your phone to do so. You see a text from Carlos, saying Ana and him were already home and you send him a quick thumbs up before you open your chat with Bastien.

You give him a quick text that you’re home and in bed before locking your phone and setting it on your bedside. You doze off with a light feeling in your chest, even thinking about how work would be the following week.

fin.

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We Ain't Dead Part Seven

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A Daryl Dixon x Reader (She/Her) Fanfiction

18+

Warnings: Typical TWD Violence, Swearing, Slow Burn, Fluff, Smut

Author's Notes: We've been immersed in the world of Daryl x Y/N. They've discovered a safe haven, set up a system for survival, and are thriving. A newly discovered life is an added asset to their lives. A stranger appears. (Please be aware, that if you're looking for the story to follow TWD timeline, you won't find it here.)

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Part Six

@eddiemunsonsupremecy @daryldixmedown

Chapter 29: The Stranger

Daryl groaned in his sleep, his arm wrapped tight around Y/N who was dozing in and out. She sighed, unable to sleep. She rubbed Daryl’s chest slowly, placing a kiss on it from time to time. Even listening to his heartbeat wasn’t lulling her tonight.

Dog jumped off the foot of the bed growling. Daryl and Y/N were up in a shot. They both hurried into their pants and, grabbing their weapons, headed into the living room.

“Hey! Hey! Is there anyone in there?!” A voice beyond the fence was crying out in desperation, surrounded by Walkers. Daryl glanced at Y/N.

“Dog, hush,” she hissed. Dog dropped to the floor, laying at the front door as a sentinel. Daryl looked out the back windows. He glanced at Y/N and pointed towards the front. Only one he indicated. The one person in the front. Y/N had her binoculars out and nodded, only one. He made his way back over, peeking between the curtains.

He looked at her shrugging. She shrugged back. They snuck out the back and watched from opposite corners of the house, in the dark.

“Help! If someone’s there, please help!” The man was fighting the Walkers the best he could, but from his yelling, was attracting more.

Daryl called out from his vantage point, “are ya bit?!”

“No! No! Please!”

“Where’d ya come from?”

“I’ve been on the road for months. Please! I’m all alone, desperate for some help!”

Daryl and Y/N rushed out, Dog beside Y/N to the gate. They stuck their weapons through the fence, stabbing out as many of the Walkers as they could reach. The man fought with them, brandishing a long wooden staff. Proficient in his usage of the weapon, Daryl and Y/N were impressed. Once the last Walker was downed, the man leaned forward onto his knees gasping for breath.

“Thank you, thank you,” he repeated, standing back up.

Daryl curtly nodded, “Be on yer way.”

The man hesitated, “I need a place to hole up, and get my energy back.”

“There’s plenty of other houses around,” Y/N pointed towards some, “we’ve cleared most of them out.”

“I have run out of food. And I haven’t been around another living soul for so long, I feel like I’m going to go insane.”

“We don’t need none of that shit ‘round here.”

“Please. I’m begging you.” He opened his waistcoat and held out two large knives that he threw inside the fence. Then, he slid his large bo staff in, “I’m desperate. My name’s Morgan. I can help out with anything you need. Earn my keep.”

“You seem to think we’re taking you in,” Y/N snorted, tossing his weapons back over the fence, “be on your way.”

“Have a heart,” he said, “I can’t stay out here.”

Several days went by, and Morgan wouldn’t move from his spot.

“He’s gonna attract attention t’ us.” Daryl was furious, “we’re gettin’ more Walkers now.”

“I should give him some food, maybe he'll move on.”

“Fine. Let’s get him some stuff.”

They gathered a good bagful of food and carried it out to the front. Y/N tied the straps and tossed it over the fence, “here’s some food. Please, just move on.”

“Or I’ll shoot ya where ya stand. Gettin’ sick of yer shit.”

He picked up the food gratefully and started eating the sandwich.

“Is that venison?” he asked between bites, “is there good hunting around here?”

“No, it‘s shit round here,” Daryl answered.

“Ah. Look. I know I’m bringing Walkers. I don’t mean to. But if you even just let me camp out in the yard for a few days…”

Y/N and Daryl exchanged glances.

“Go ‘round back,” Daryl said, “but if ya don’t go away, after three days, I’ll kill ya.”

“Fair enough. Thank you.”

Dog was first around the back. Daryl hesitated before they moved from the front lawn. He’d read Y/N’s eyes.

“Ya sure ya wanna do this?”

“I think we should. You’d fight hard to get us into a place if we were desperate. Look how drawn his face is. Remember when we were starving? He gave us his weapons without being asked the other day.”

“Alright,” he said after contemplating the pros and cons, “I’ll back y’all up. He ain’t ta get close ta ya at all.”

“No… he won’t.”

Daryl cupped her face, “Y/N… yer my world.”

“And you’re mine.”

“C’mon then.”

When they walked around, Dog was sitting just out of arm’s reach from the fence, growling at the stranger.

“Thank you, you won’t regret this.” He smiled pleased, his white teeth unusually bright against his dark skin.

“Don’t make me regret it, ‘cause I’ll kill ya.” Daryl pointed at him. Y/N slid the makeshift necklace with the keys for the gates from her neck and handed it to Daryl. She pulled out her gun, pointing it directly at the man. His hands went instantly up, dropping his bo staff.

“Back up,” Daryl pointed, drawing up his crossbow. The stranger did as he was told and set all his weapons down in front of him. Daryl unlocked the fence and tossed the necklace back to Y/N. He warily opened the gate, went to the man, and frisked him for any other weapons than what he produced. There weren’t any. He went through his pack. There was only a spare change of clothes, some fishing line and hooks, the food they’d given him, and a small book titled The Art Of Peace. Daryl shoved everything back in and said, “go to the gate, but don’t go in.”

The man followed the commands. Y/N’s gun remained trained on him while Daryl picked up his weapons.

“Alright, go on inside, but stay close t’ the fence, with yer back to it.”

Again the man did what he was told without hesitation. Daryl locked the gate and said, “follow me.” They went towards the house. Morgan took everything in.

Daryl said, “inta the house. Go on.”

Morgan went inside the back door and looked around. The smell of food elicited a grumbling in his stomach. He spied piles of books, some puzzles on a card table, games piled in a corner, and a small fire in the fireplace. Cozy. They’d been there a while, he could tell.

“Thank you so much for this. I won’t give you any reasons to kill me.”

“We’ll see about that,” Y/N said. Daryl nudged him down the hallway towards the other two bedrooms and opened the door to the smallest one where the single bed was.

“Get in there. Eat some of yer food. Gonna barricade this door. Ya try and break it down…”

“I know, you’ll kill me.”

“Damn straight. Know that woman there in the livin’ room? Ya try an hurt her, I’ll kill ya.”

“Basically do everything you say, or I’ll get killed. Right. I understand. What’s your name?”

“Don’t matter…”

Daryl pushed the tall dresser from the other bedroom in front of the door and waited a few moments. He slowly walked the hall towards Y/N.

“Shove his weapons up in our closet, Y/N.”

She nodded. When she returned she said, “do you think it’ll be okay? I mean, I don’t want to regret my decision.”

Daryl, chewing his thumbnail, shrugged. It’d been years since they’d seen another person, the moment surreal.

“Gotta be real careful is all. He may be just fine. But y’all know me. I’m gonna guard what we have with my life.”

“Me too.” She kissed his chin.

Several hours went by. Daryl and Y/N checked on the man numerous times. All he did was sleep on the bed for most of the day.

Chapter 30: Home

Time passed. Three days turned into a month. Morgan had become a part of the household. He’d earned his keep and was a great conversationalist. He helped with all chores and played games in the evenings. He and Daryl played a lot of poker, both winning dried beans used for chips many times. He learned how to can, hunt, and dry meats. He got to have three square meals, showers, and books to read. Most of all, he had true company. He’d discovered early that Daryl wasn’t much of a talker. Y/N made up for it though. He really liked them, and they liked him. He was even returned his weapons.

Daryl sat whittling by the fire, making more arrow shafts. Y/N was lying down.

“How long have you two been together?” Morgan asked, looking up from the book in his hands.

Daryl glanced up, “three years.”

Morgan whistled, “long time these days. Were you together before everything?”

“Naw. Met up shortly after. She helped us out. We took her in.”

“We?”

“Mhm,” he hummed, “There were more of us in the beginnin’.”

Morgan lowered his eyes, “I had my family. But now they’re gone. Your people… they’re all gone too?”

Daryl shrugged, “Things went t’ shit and we all got separated. That book ya got in yer bag…”

“The Art of Peace?”

“Yeah, what’s it ‘bout?”

“Would you like to read it?”

Daryl nodded. Morgan went into his bedroom and grabbed it. He handed it to Daryl.

“There are not many pages, but there’s a lot to learn. It was passed to me by a friend. He taught me Akido, and also how to use the staff I carry around.”

“Yer great with it.”

“Thank you. And you, my friend, are an all-around weapon expert. Were you a soldier before?”

“Naw,” he chuckled, “just learnt how t’ use things as needed.”

“I see. Are you and Y/N… married?”

Daryl coughed hard, “naw…”

“Oh.” Morgan chuckled, patting Daryl on the back, “seeing you two together though, gives me hope for the world.”

“Why?”

“Because you two love each other. It’s a beautiful thing in this ugly violent world.”

Love? Daryl never imagined he’d love anyone. But here was a man that had only been with them for a month pointing out what should’ve been obvious to Daryl. He’d never known love. It seemed like some bullshit people said only to end up hurting and hating each other soon after. No one stayed together in his world before the fall. Just using each other, beating on each other, and then tossing each other away. Y/N was different. She’d never demanded anything from him. She treated him fairly and seemed to be on the same page as him. They didn’t need to say much and were completely comfortable in their silence.

Y/N was the most beautiful woman Daryl had ever seen. He loved her eyes, her smile, her body. Most of all he loved her spirit. She was smart and brave. When he was around Y/N, his stomach felt funny, his heart raced… did he love her?

Morgan observed Daryl’s facial expression. Even though he’d only been with them a month, he’d learned quickly that Daryl internalized things more than he spoke of them. This was one of those instances.

“Did ya meet a lotta people on the road?”

“Some different sized groups. A few places are set up nice, behind walls.”

Daryl looked up quickly, “Walls?”

“Yeah. Big walls enclosing the whole damn place. They’re leery of strangers of course, but I was taken into one. It was called… the Kingdom. Good people.”

“Why’d ya leave then?”

“I think I just wanted to see what else is out there. Looking for the right place to fit into. I’m welcome back at any time. They regarded me as a valuable asset before I left. You know, it’s a place where you’ve gotta carry your own weight. Help out.”

“How far is that from us?”

“Atlanta Georgia.”

Daryl stopped whittling, “What?”

“Atlanta Georgia.”

“We’re from Georgia.”

“You’re kidding?”

Daryl shook his head, “No, I ain’t. Senoia.”

“Daryl… you were only about thirty miles south of it.”

“Fuck.” Daryl uttered under his breath. This is what Y/N would talk about, groups of people… thriving. And they were behind walls.

“I bet Y/N would be happy to hear about the Kingdom.”

“Let me sit on it a lil’ while.” Daryl chewed the inside of his cheek.

“Fair enough.” Morgan patted him on the back. He was pretty sure he knew what Daryl was thinking. He was a solitary man, a quiet man. And he seemed well adjusted to and happy with the life he’d been living in this house. He and Y/N had a nice thing going. Plenty of food, fresh water, amenities… they had everything. And going back out there in the world such as it was… not so inviting.

Daryl said his goodnight to Morgan and slid silently into the bedroom. Dog was lying on the bed next to Y/N in Daryl’s spot. He whistled quietly and Dog popped off the bed with a huff and laid on the floor. Daryl stripped down to his boxers and laid down on the bed. Y/N was facing away from him, sleeping soundly. He scooted up behind her and wrapped his arms her. He pressed his face into her hair, inhaling deeply. She moved slightly, a tiny groan escaping her lips. Daryl reached under the blanket and rubbed her hip, his fingers feeling the edge of the cotton of her shirt and rubbed his hand downward over her stomach.

“Daryl?” She whispered, turning her head.

“Mhm…” He breathed in her ear causing a shiver to go down her spine. She rolled to her back, lifting her mouth to his chin, kissing it lightly. He sought her lips, crushing them with his own, sucking them slowly. Y/N’s hand trailed down his strong, muscular arm, grasping his hand and leading it up under her shirt. He broke the kiss and sucked in a tight breath of air as his fingers traced the line of her rounded breast, and her hardened nipple. Her back arched slightly.

“I want you to touch me more…” she confessed, her voice silky smooth. He tugged her shirt upwards exposing that excited nipple and closed his mouth around it, his tongue teasing the peak, eliciting a moan from Y/N. Her hand wove into his wavy dark hair as his tongue trailed up her breast and to the hollow of her throat.

She rubbed over his shoulder and along his back to his narrow hip.

“We gotta talk…” He said between pecks on her skin.

“No… not now…” she muttered.

Daryl became lost in her body. He was rock hard and aching for her. Y/N was full of passion, her body tingling with anticipation. He lifted her shirt over her head and tossed it carelessly on the floor.

“A’right… later…” he captured her lips again, his tongue pressing between her teeth, wrapping with hers in an erotic tangle. He loomed over her for a moment, pressing his chest against hers. Their skin made contact, heat ignited as his knees pressed her legs open. She lifted to meet him, but he paused.

“What is it?” She whispered into the dark.

“I don’t wanna hurt ya.”

“You won’t… you’re doing great… please… don’t stop…”

That little bit of encouragement drove him over the edge. He reached between them and yanked down his boxers before guiding himself into her. Her toes curled as she closed in tight around him, his large cock filling her fully. His hips plunged downward and lifted, capturing her body’s response. She moved with him now, meeting every slow thrust with a grind of her hips. She wrapped her arms around his waist rubbing his lower back. His tongue ran between her breasts, up her neck, over her chin, and across her mouth. She nipped at it, trying to pull it into her mouth.

“Sunshine…” he breathed, pressing deeper into her. She tightened around him, her vaginal walls clamping him, squeezing harder and harder until they came together. His weight was on her. She held him there. They kissed, and then he withdrew. He rested his head on her chest as she held his hand.

“Wow…” she whispered breathily. Daryl grunted, rubbing his cheek along her nipple.

They dozed, the sweat from their bodies gluing them together.

Part Eight

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boqvistsbabe · 2 years

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hey girl👋🏻 could you maybe do one with brock where you are taking you babygirl (mayber her names winnie or willa) to meet the team and their so’s for the first time since you‘ve had her? thanks in advance and if not it‘s also totally cool!

A/N: Lol finally doing this one after it’s been sitting in my inbox for months. I apologize it took so long for me to do, school got busy and I got unmotivated for writing. I’m finally in the mood to write and what better than to do this on Father’s Day!! Hopefully I actually get it done by then, if not I’ll post it the day after. (I was writing this intro part today which is Wednesday) Anyways I hope you like it :) (here’s a little moodboard to go with it)

Word Count: 1,105 (short I know 💀)

Warnings: reader is portrayed as a female and there is mentions of pregnancy other than that I don’t think anything else other than probably some swear words (if there’s anything I missed let me know plz)

FYI: unedited and probably some pretty shitty writing also it’s formatted weird cause I did this on my phone and I didn’t want to push off posting it so I didn’t fix it. Also this is lowkey really shitty especially with how much time it took to write. Also plz take mercy on me and my dialogue, it has never been my strong suit 💀

Also special thanks to @savoies who helped with this and to keep my motivation up while I was writing it <3

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Everyone has been excited for the arrival of your daughter. Most of all Brock. He couldn’t wait to have his baby girl to hang out with and show off. The guys couldn’t wait either, they were so excited to be uncles again.

It had been two weeks since the birth of your baby girl. Two very long weeks of waking up throughout the night for both you and Brock. You had decided you were ready enough to go out into the world. And the boys were chomping at the but to meet little Willa. Brock was ready to introduce her to the guys too.

That’s how you found yourself in the backseat next to your sleeping daughter. You were still pretty nervous about her in the car, so you decided to ride in the back with her.

Not too long later you and Brock were walking up the front steps of Bo and Holly Horvat’s house. After knocking on the door Brock readjusted the strap of the baby bag so it wouldn’t fall off of his shoulder. Seconds later Holly was opening the door with a big smile on her face.

“Hey guys! Come on in, everyone is back in the living room!” She ushers both of you through the door, leaning over to give you a side hug as you walk by.

“Hey, how are you?” You ask her after leaning back from the hug.

“Pretty good! But I feel like I should be the one asking you that.” You both laugh as you catch up on the walk to the living room.

You and Brock are almost immediately surrounded by the other WAGs and a few of the guys; all trying to get a peak of little Willa.

That’s until Holly tells them all to give you space and let you get settled before they crowd you.

You get comfortable in one of the armchairs with Willa in your arms and Brock sitting on the arm of the chair next to you. When you let them know you’re ready for them, the WAGs starts coming up in pairs to meet her. Those that want to hold her sit on the couch and you keep a close eye on them, but they all do fine. Which you expected them to be like that, it was the boys that you were worried about. Not that any of them would purposely do anything, but they could get pretty rowdy when excited.

The guys meeting her went on without a hitch, thankfully. You were worried there for a second when JT decided to get up and walk with her in his arms.

Brock was holding her now and Thatcher and Elias were on either side of him. You were relaxing and chatting with Holly and Elias’ girlfriend Anna, while everyone else was mingling about. There hadn’t been a get together in a while.

When you looked up next Thatcher was holding little Willa and talking to the guys.

“So Thatcher, whatcha think, you ready for your own?” Holly calls over to him.

He looks over to where his fiancé Lex is and shrugs before responding, “I don’t know about how she feels about it but I’m definitely down after holding this little one. She’s fucking adorable.”

You and the other two WAGs laugh when Elias reaches around Brock to smack the back of Thatcher’s head with a hushed, “ Don’t say bad words in front of her!”

Seconds later Willa is getting handed off to her Uncle Elias. You don’t think Brock had officially let him know that he is her Godfather, because you know you have definitely forgotten to tell Anna that she’s the Godmother.

“Hey Brock have you told him yet?” You ask, referring to the whole godfather thing you were just thinking about.

“Huh, what? Oh wait that? Yeah no I haven’t.” Brock answers before turning to Elias and saying, “Hey Petey you’re Willa’s godfather just so you know.”

You turn to Anna before saying, “ You’re also her godmother. I was planning on telling you in a more special way, but that changed about five seconds ago.” You laughed a little when Anna wrapped her arms around you in a gentle hug.

“Thank you so much for trusting me, us , with that.” She looks back over at Elias who’s smiling at Anna before looking back at Willa.

Then Anna leans over to whisper in your ear, “ This is not helping my baby fever whatsoever, so thanks for that.”

You laugh before responding, “Hey you can always ask, I’m sure he’s down whenever.”

“Not a horrible idea, but I’ll let you have your moment for now.” She winks at you before getting up to grab a new drink with Holly.

You look over at Brock who’s already looking at you. He shoots you a soft smile before turning back to Elias to take Willa from his arms. Then he walks over to you and hands her back to you, knowing you were missing her a little. When you look down at her she yawns with that tiny little mouth of hers and snuggling closer to you. Brock leans down to press a kiss to her head before pressing one to the top of yours.

“Thatch is right, she is fucking adorable.” He whispers to you.

“That she is. Is Elias happy about being her godfather?” You look up at him as you ask this. You were pretty sure he would be, but you wanted to make sure.

“He’s ecstatic. And had offered to babysit only about a thousand times in the ten minutes he was holding her. He already loves her almost as much as we do.”

“I’m glad to here that.” You really were. Leaning into Brock a little more you shut your eyes. You were getting more tired as the afternoon went on. Brock wraps his arm around you and starts running his hand up and down your arm. His head is leaning on top of yours, trying to be as close as he can.

Seconds later you hear, “ Aren’t you three just so precious?” Before you open your eyes to see some of the guys, at least two with their phones out. You flip off the camera - and the guys before Holly and Bo shoo them.

Later on in the night you find yourself out on the patio talking with the girls and holding Willa under the pretty lights Holly hung up at the beginning of summer. Brock and the guys were playing catch, some of them drinking and some not. All in all you would say it was a pretty successful day.

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languageshead · 1 year

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My brain and language. Why I think some brains are more affected by autism than others.

I don‘t think one person is more autistic than the other. An autistic brain is an autistic brain. But the thing is, the way autism affects your brain is different. The intensity in which it is affected by autism is different. That‘s why we have different support levels, that‘s why some people go their whole lives with an invisible disability and some don‘t.

I will talk about my speech and language first. I don‘t have speech apraxia or any other physical condition that affects my speech. My speech issues are many. I have issues with prosody, tone, fluency. On top of that I also have language impairment. Language impairment is, for example, when someone cannot process grammar the same way people without language impairment do. As a kid, I didn’t understand what was being said to me. I literally didn’t process language. This still happens to this day. I have a lot of difficulties with reading and listening. I simply don’t process it as quickly as others. Scientists haven‘t been able to understand exactly why this happens.

Another funny thing is that sometimes I make mistakes on my native language that natives shouldn‘t make. But while learning a new language, I can memorize and understand grammar rules quite easily so I don‘t have the same mistakes on the languages I study. We know the area of the brain that learns a native language is different from the one that learns a second language. So my brain has been affected more in one area of these two, which is why I can learn languages even with impairment of language. I cannot process speech and text at the same speed as others, but I can learn grammar rules and store them in my brain. But when speaking my own language I make mistakes, because it’s not about memorizing rules and it’s about a language that I don’t know the rules of, that I just have to intuitively „guess“, but because of my impairment, I can’t do it normally. Which also shows how autism is affecting this area of my brain specifically.

These issues are not separate from autism. They are caused BY my autism. They are a part of my autism. Autism has affected the communication area of my brain more severely than other autistics‘ without these issues.

See the brain, picture the areas of a brain in your mind. Most of people, NT people have all areas almost equally functioning. They might be more or less verbal or logical. But all within a normal range.

Now picture an autistic brain. Our „scores“ on such testing will have a different scale because some areas of our brains are not functioning like an NT or like other people with ADHD or other conditions.

Now picture my brain. My brain does not only score low on language processing for an NT. It also scores way lower on ASD scales. This area of my brain is more affected by autism than other autistics.

It‘s unusual to see really huge differences on a brain (therefore Savant Syndrome is so rare). So other areas of my cognitive profile will also score lower than someone with ASD level 1. Some areas of my brain are not so affected to the point of causing a disorder, such as my language and speech area. But they are still usually affected a little bit more than on an ASD scale. Some of those areas are within a normal range of what is normal for an autistic person. Some not, some are lower. This is the reason why I am diagnosed with level 2. not level 3. not level 1.

Of course, all people have strengths and weaknesses, all people within the spectrum will have different areas affected on a different scale. But most of the time there is a pattern.

This is why it makes me so upset when people dismiss levels, this is why it makes me upset when people say they have different levels everyday. This is why you don‘t „go nonverbal“ when the language area of your brain is completely fine.

I hope I was able to explain myself clear. This is my view and this is how I understand autism based on my own experience and research about brain and cognition. Please when reading remember I have a communication disorder if you need clearance ask and be kind.

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nalyra-dreaming · 1 year

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Logging off Twitter again. Maybe I should just delete the app. No really there has been discours again where people are answering what their honest opinions on loustat was a couple days ago, and seem to keep going. And while many love loustat there is of course a few that has a problem them and also Lestat. Which is fine it’s not for everyone, but I do am starting to get annoyed by ALL the discourse here, there is just never any room to fully breath.

Not saying that all is negative obvi, but going back to the discussion of loustat/Lestat. My biggest annoyance and I might sound a bit petty are those tagt aren’t aggressive in their dislike but doesn’t seem to understand how important these two things are to the (especially old) fandom. I may personally have a bit of complicated (yet loving) feelings about lousta and Lestat, at the moment, since I am a relatively new fan and has only read “Interview” (thoug I am excited for Lestats redemption). I still understand that Lestat is the deeply complicated not easy main character of the story and that loustat is pretty much the heart of the VC. So I genuinely feel a bit confused when a lot of new fans is just like “they should stay separate” or “Lestat is irrelevant”, like obviously there isn’t any malice here and I understand if you don’t vibe but really? I am honestly a little confused by this….

This makes me understand why many old fans can feel very frustrated. Anne Rice clearly isn’t for everyone, and probably works best in a small community. I mean this LEVEL of discourse that has been going on can’t be healthy right? Art can be discussed, but it‘s also made to be enjoyed.

(I mostly stay off of Twitter these days, I find it a snake pit tbh)

I can understand the new fans that have only seen the show, because some of the articles and press also called Loustat "doomed" etc. And the podcast lady was very... errr... direct in regards to that and Armand, too, for example.

But... that just won't stay that way *laughs*

The first half of IWTV was just that, the first half. The easy half, imho.

If you read the book you know what's coming. I think the first season will likely be remembered as the most harmless. The one to ... separate a few things, maybe, too. The Vampire Chronicles truly are not for everyone.

When "we" (as in old book fans) speak about Armand for example, and Loumand and then the blender, or sexual violence... we are not kidding. Or trying to pitch "ships" against each other. It's much, much, MUCH more complicated than that :)))

The current discourse/drama level will likely be "cute" when we get to the dramatic shift in Paris season 2. However they'll spin it, fans will feel betrayed by what they thought was a cute, loving relationship. And of course Daniel. And of course Lestat will HAVE to show up somehow for season 3. And, then, if they show Claudia's death as Armand tells it in his book.... oy. Incoming *laughs*

Lestat is the anti hero of the chronicles, but he is not even the worst out there. None of them are the nice guys.

Some of the new show-only fans will be ill-equipped for that simple truth I think.

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I think some german readers are happy now since you‘re okay with writing about Florian Wirtz :)

He posted a Story on Instagram where he‘s on vacation at the moment, so maybe one where it‘s your first trip together and he randomly says thank you for supporting/encourage him during the last months because of his bad injury

Take your time with writing if you have to do some researching first! :) I think he‘s a very calm and chill guy

This Is A Thank You • Florian Wirtz

The season has been a tough one for both you and Florian. Florian had unfortunately got an injury in March, a cruciate ligament rupture, meaning that he has been out ever since and to make it even worse it was his first major injury. He’s had little injuries before that have kept him out for a game or two at a time however this was the first time he was going to be out for a prolonged period of time and even miss half of a season. The fact he was missing so many games was making Florian feel really uneasy because so much could happen during that time and he can’t do anything to alter what happens. The person who starts the games because Florian is out may do amazing and then Florian no longer has a position within the team or when he comes back he may no longer be as good as before his injury. There are so many things that can happen during this time so obviously, Florian is going to be uneasy. He has no control right now.

During that time you were his absolute rock. Whenever he was down you’d always be the first to talk to him and find various ways to cheer him up and distract him from football and his injury even if it was for an hour or so. Anything was better than him pouting about his injury for months upon months. It felt like you were the only person that he would listen to and even talk to about his struggles so obviously you were his rock during this whole ordeal and you never minded that. What made your support even better for him was that the two of you had only begun dating in September of the previous year, so 6 months before the injury occurred and you were still there for him. You hadn’t once walked away when he was really upset and doubting whether he would be able to come back or when he would sometimes get angry at you for no reason just because he was scared. You were always there for him.

From that moment he knew that he had to do something huge to thank you for all of the support and encouragement that you gave him. From that moment he knew that you deserved the world and so much more that he couldn’t give you but he was going to try. Whatever his brain could come up with he was going to do. You deserve to be spoiled and that is exactly what he is planning to do.

“How about going on a trip?” Florian asked you one day. At first you were confused because you thought that he couldn’t travel far because of his physiotherapy and all that but when he started to explain to you that he could do it online and as long as somebody was around to watch him and help him if need be then his trainer said it was fine. After some consideration and verification from his trainer, not that you didn’t believe Florian but it was nice to get verification from a professional, and as soon as you did you agreed to go on this trip with him. Why not? It’ll be a lot of fun to go away with him for a couple of days and just relax, especially after the past few months which have been a really tough time for the both of you.

After that conversation nothing else really got said about the trip except from Florian telling you dates so you could be ready and get the days off from work. You trust Florian to pick a good place and a place where you are both able to relax whilst he can carry on with his physiotherapy too. A place where there is nice food, both restaurants and things you are able to cook yourself, a place that has nice scenery around, that you won’t get bored of and can just enjoy, a place with nice weather, to relax and just take in the sun. There wasn’t a lot that you wanted and you trust Florian enough to pick a decent place for the both of you. Would that be a mistake? You are yet to see.

Slowly the day crept up and before you knew it you were on a plane flying to some remote destination that Florian had picked out. You were excited about it as it was your first trip away together and it was just the two of you too. It would be nice for Florian to be able to take his mind and not focus on the injury which was getting better day by day and it would just be nice for you to get out of the country for a little bit. Whether it is only a couple of days or a couple of weeks, any time will be nice.

And it was nice. He had rented this nice place for the both of you where there was a private pool and only a short walk away from the local market and shops and beach too so it was localised and easily accessible for Florian to walk even with his injury. Along with that the small place that he had rented had its own private gym too so Florian could do his workouts without being bombarded by people or feeling rushed too. It was a good pick. A very good pick from Florian and you can see yourself allowing Florian to pick the place of your next holiday together.

“Can we go out for a meal tonight at one of the local restaurants?” Florian asked you and he sounded pretty nervous about it too.

“Of course,” You stated, quite excited by that idea. It would be nice to go out and around the local area and eat some of their cuisine to try it out. It’s always fun to try new foods and you were excited to get out of the villa for a couple of hours with him. It would just be different than sitting inside and cooking for yourself or just heating up pre-made meals for Florian. A nice little date for both of you and you did get dressed up for it. Not a lot but just enough to know the difference between your usual wear and the fact it’s a special occasion so a little dressed up yet still comfortable. It was going to be nice.

Florian had picked out a lovely local restaurant, just a couple minutes' walk from the villa which was perfect considering Florian’s injury. The scenery around the place was absolutely stunning. It was the kind of scenery that you would never find in a touristy location or the hustle and bustle of a city. (Not that the scenery is bad in major cities or touristy locations, it’s just different and a change). It wasn’t modernised like the majority of the world is nowadays as it was clearly still in the original building and maybe a few structural bits were added to make sure that it meets the safety standards but it was still the original building which was built hundreds of years ago. Along with that, the inside wasn’t modernised either it matched the outside aesthetic wonderfully. It was a really lovely place and you’re glad that Florian managed to take you here for a mini date. Hopefully the food is as nice as the place looks and if the busyness of the place is anything to go by then you’re certain the food will hold up to your expectations.

The atmosphere around the place was calming just what you want it to be like when you go out for a romantic meal with your other half. A lot of other romantic restaurants are hectic so this one being all calm was nice. Even though it was quite busy, thankfully Florian put in a reservation, it still had a calming atmosphere and it wasn’t loud so you were able to talk to Florian without having to raise your voice at all. If there's one thing that you’ve noticed since dating Florian it’s that he’s good at picking locations for dates.

The two of you constantly talked and laughed together only stopping when the waiter came over but as soon they left the conversation sparked up again. It was always easy to talk to Florian about literally anything. If or when there were silences between you it was never awkward it was comfortable and that was something that you loved about hanging out with Florian since the beginning. The silence would never last very long either since you or Florian would come up with something else utterly random to have a conversation about and even if the conversation topic was one neither of you really understood or were into you still managed to converse in conversation with each other because it was highly likely the other person was into it and you both want to learn about each other's interests and hobbies. Even after dating for a few months there were still many hobbies and interests to learn about each other so those are easy conversations to start up. This time it was Florian’s turn to start one up. Not that you take turns.

“I just want to thank you for everything that you’ve done for me during my injury,” He started off by saying to you. As he was speaking he was trying to think of the perfect words then but he quickly realised there were no perfect words for it. There were no words to describe how thankful he was for your support and encouragement through the tough months. The holiday was one way to thank you but he knows that you deserve more than that and he will give you more than that.

“I love you and this injury has just made me realise how much and how lucky I am to actually have you by my side,” Florian continued but this time staring at you directly in your eyes and not anywhere else letting you know how truthful he was being. To let you know how much he really does appreciate you and everything that you have done for him, especially during this difficult period. He just knows that without you by his side it would’ve been so much worse to deal with so he had to thank you. This was only the beginning of the thank you, he’d thank you more a bit later and then again properly when he is fully healed.

“I love you too,” You whispered back leaning over the table, so Florian didn’t have to strain his injury anymore, just to place a kiss against his lips. There was no need to thank you for anything because you were doing what you should do for the person you love when they’re hurting and injured. It’s just the basics but it did feel nice to feel appreciated by him. You were going to take it all in and enjoy your first holiday with Florian. Your first holiday alone together. Hopefully the first of many.

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