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Hello! Can I plz request Alastor x Doe! Reader where he meets Charlie's best friend who's the reader and becomes possessive over her, maybe his instincts tell him to mark the reader as his mate. The reader is a white doe. :)

Yessss i love this idea teehee i maybe got carried away and also i unintentionally made this sort gender neutral and a teeny tiny speck of smut, i hope that’s okay if not it’s at the very end so it’s skipable, hopefully i did your idea justice and hope you enjoy!! thank you so much for this xx

At first sight

PART TWO PART THREE

Word count: 3.5K

Warnings: SMUT 18+, doe reader only describes white ears tail and pink nose rest is ambiguous, possibly corny ahh dialogue, love at first sight kinda trope, angel/hellborn reader, slightly OOC Al y’know smut love, reader cooks, biting & briefly blood, penetrative sex, reader makes deal with al to give themselves to him, swearing, NOT PROOFREAD I think that’s it lmk if i missed anything!!

Charlie ran manically around the hotel, fixing various things and studying the entire building under a microscope to ensure it looked its best. Zipping her way to the lobby, she caught the gaze of Angel Dust, who was in the middle of sucking down a frozen popsicle.

“Be nice today! Look your best, oh oh! No porn on the TV!” Charlie shouted rushed and frazzled as she came up beside Angel to fluff out the couch cushions. Husk watched silently ears zeroed in on the conversation unwillingly, focusing mainly on Angel. “Geez toots, what’s got your feathers in a bunch?”

Angel smiled amused by Charlies odd demeanour. “My best friend since, like, forever is coming here today! To see the hotel!” Charlie exclaimed lurching forward to grip Angels shoulders. Smirking at her Angel continued to suck on the popsicle. “So what, is this broad special or something?”

Charlie leaned back pulling her hands down her face, an exasperated groan crawling out from her throat. “Yes! Her mother was friends with my mom when they first came to hell, her mom ended up falling for a hell spawn and we born around the same time,” Charlie explained ringing her hands while pacing.

“She’s my best friend we grew up together, i’m worried she won’t like what i’m doing here.” Charlie finally confessed with a sigh, her body deflating as she herself came to terms with the fact she was afraid. Vaggie lingering in the background finally approached Charlie sticking her hand out to message her arm comfortingly. “I’m sure it’ll be fine toots! Plus she’s a born sinner! Ain’t no way anything here’s gonna be shocking her.”

Despite her worry she could admit Angel Dust was right, AND you’re her best friend there’s no way you’d be unnecessarily cruel to her dreams, you were always supportive and imaginative along with her. Smiling down at Angel, Charlie then plopped down beside him, resting her hooves after hours of hecticily running around. “You’re right Angel, thank you.” Angel hummed out an arrogant ‘you’re welcome’ while Vaggie circled the couch leaning over the back of it.

“So how long has it been since you’ve seen them?” Vaggie asked poking Charlie’s cheek. Looking away she counted on her fingers before turning to look at Vaggie. “Four years, they stayed with me while I tried getting over the absence of my mom; they live in wrath though and eventually went back.” Clapping her hands Charlie stood from the couch her brief moment of hoof rest over, the three sinners watching as she muttered to herself about everyone being on their best behaviour while walking off, clearly the talk only did a little to hush her nerves.

Standing outside the hotel doors your ears twitched at the sounds coming from beyond it, it’s clear as day that Charlie was instructing people to behave, be nice, and- not show you porn? Suddenly the door opened startling you slightly but that quickly wore off when you were greeted by the joyous face of your best friend Charlie. Tugging you into a bear hug, Charlie squealed about how excited she was, you naturally fell into her giving her a warm tight hug right back.

“I am so glad you’re here! I’m so happy to see you!” Charlie exclaimed pulling back and examining you. You hadnt seemed to change much to Charlie, the white tail you had wagged behind you happily, your equally platinum ears relaxed occasionally twitching at the sounds around you, your pink deer like nose that was perfectly contrasted with your skin colour.

It was clear you were half an angel, and Charlie lemented, when you two were younger, that she was jealous you had a more animalisitc appearance in comparison to her, but you reminded her that it didn’t matter because she was still as gorgeous as ever. “I’m so glad to be here! I was starting to think you’d never end up inviting me.” You laugh warmly.

Charlie beckoned you inside linking your arms together, the two of you walked inside. Vaggie was punctuated and ready to great you as you came further into the room. “Hi, I’m Vaggie-“ Vaggie was cut off promptly by Charlie who excitedly pulled her into a bear hug, cheek to cheek. “My girlfriend!” Charlie finished with a shout.

Your ivory tail flicked behind you happily as you grinned. “Holy shit! You’ve got a girlfriend? Damn we really need to catch up! Its so nice to meet you Vaggie.” You smile shaking her hand as she stuck it out, Vaggie only nodded smiling seemingly quite reserved.

After some rushed introduction of those around the room including Husk, Angel, Nifty, and Sir Pentious, Charlie took you to your room to settle in. Closing the door behind the two of you Charlie watched as you laid your suit cases down by the bed, unzipping them and pulling out your clothing. “Sooo,” Charlie trailed hands tucked behind her back as she wandered around the vacant room.

“You remember Alastor right? The radio demon?” Charlie questioned, sounding suspicious. Looking up from your folded laundry you quirked a brow fearing where this might be heading. “Yes… i do.” You say slowly, fixing your posture waiting for her to turn to you, but she seemed rather interested in the wallpaper. “Well… y’know… this hotel takes a lot…. and when i first started…” Charlie trailed off gazing out the open window, stepping towards her you carefully placed a hand on her shoulder.

Looking at you she knew there was no sense in keeping such a prominent part of the reason this hotel was possible secret. “Alastors here, he helped since the start. He hasn’t asked for anything in return and he’s already fought for us!” Charlie spat the words out so fast you barely had time to comprehend. You and her were raised around each other meaning you had the same interactions with many of the princes’, sins, and hellborn, but human overlords were always were more…. well they weren’t used to power and immortality so they often over did it, Alastor was no different from what you were aware of.

“Are you sure having him is a good idea? Does your dad know?” Charlie nodded confirming her dad did know. “Yeah he doesn’t know who Al is, and to be fair none of us did! I promise he’s not that bad. Give him a chance?” You hummed looking away as she looked to you, you didn’t want to upset her by the discomfort that would be evident in your eyes. You didn’t enjoy brawls and fights, and you fear the demon would initiate that.

“Well i suppose i could trust him if you do, but i am skeptical; you’re always seeing the light in demons, even when it’s not there.” You laughed out recalling some things of the past that ended poorly because of a Charlie’s trust in certain sinners. And though at times foolish it was still an admirable trait and you aspired to be as kind hearted as she could be. “Where’s the guy anyways?” You asked after a short moment of pondering.

Charlie shrugged looking as if she was trying to recount the day. “Well he did say he had a meeting with Rosie,” She muttered quietly, although you didn’t know who Rosie was, you didn’t bother questioning it instead you pat Charlie on the shoulder, telling her that you’d like to get some rest, and you’d worry about Alastor later.

And so you spent a bit of time unpacking your things and settling down, you always preferred to be more in touch with the animalistic parts of yourself so your belongings held a lot of earthy aesthetics to them. Sitting on your bed, stripped of the hotels sheets and remade with your own, you opened your laptop and began typing.

You had forgotten about Alastor for the most part but you remember Charlie brining it up as he began his tyranny after his death. Charlie had always been pretty involved with her people, mainly focusing her energy on human sinner so you weren’t surprised that she knew of him, you were however surprised she was so willing to let him in when he massacred her people.

After a few minutes of light research about the demon, you established with how long he was gone perhaps he would be willing to change however you’d keep up your guards just to be sure.

Humming to himself Alastor got ready for the day, though he rarely slept he did occasionally get into evening outfits if he was staying in. He fixed his hair, ensuring not a hair was out of place and with a finally dust of his sleeves, he materialized his microphone and trotted his way out of his room.

A new scent hit him the minute he got to the staircase, the reaction was instantaneous, his ears perked, his tail stiffened thank the hellions no one was around to witness his discomfort, because it was evident. Fixing his posture, and his smile, he pretended nothing was up and continued his way downstairs. He greeted Husk as usual, and like usual Husk only grunted at the demon.

Making his way into the kitchen Alastor was stunted in place by the sight in front of him. There you stood deer tail wagging, singing along to music as you mixed a bowl of who knows what together. Alastor observed you quietly as ever, and definitely not checking you out because that would be rude- however your tail was very much distracting.

Clearing his throat the static spitting out behind his voice, you jumped slightly at the sound of him, looking over your shoulder to where he stood at the kitchen entry. The two of you simply stared at each other for a moment, the song in the background seemingly quieter than before, as if the two of you were in your own little zone.

Alastor couldn’t describe the gravitational pull he had toward you, he would’ve been a fool to deny your beauty, but he’d never had issue admitting when a demon or person was beautiful, it didn’t matter to him, so he couldn’t grasp why you seemed to have an immediate effect on him.

You too felt similarly gawking at the sight of him, i mean you’d never seen pictures of him, only art or depictions, which really didn’t do him any good. You were honestly a little embarrassed, you thought he was incredibly handsome, contrary to your beliefs prior to this moment, and you felt a little silly to suddenly feel like going back on your apprehension about him simply because of how attractive he was.

Deciding to finally break the intense yearning gaze the two of you held, Alastor perked up stepping close to you swinging his hand out to shake. “Alastor darling, pleasure to meet you, quite the pleasure.” Going unnoticed by you, Alastor’s voice involuntarily dropped lower, making it come out more sultry than he’d ever done during an introduction. Of course Alastor was aware it wasn’t his normal voice and wondered why the hell he decided to modify his tone to come out as seductive as it did; was it just by nature?

“I’m YN, Charlie’s best friend. I don’t know if you knew i was staying but i am, surprise! Heh,” You say a little nervously sticking out your hand but quickly retracting it, as it was covered in dough. “I’m making bread and breakfast, do you like french toast?” You finish finally gaining the courage to meet his gaze properly.

His eyes were lidded, and he looked down at you only with his eyes keeping his head forward, which made you feel some type of way. He had such a big presence, height aside, that would make anybody on the receiving end of his heated gaze, shrink. “I suppose i wouldn’t mind a little bite to eat, tell me little doe, how do you make such a meal?”

Of course Alastor knew what french toast was, but he’d much prefer to play stupid so he could listen to you speak, and have you look up at him so deliciously. “Well, i’m making some homemade no yeast bread, and then i’m gonna do the egg and frying, normally i mix some cinnamon and honey in, but i might not since i don’t know what you guys like. A lot of people put syrup, but i can’t stand it; too sticky.” You explained mixing all of your ingredients, turning to him you smiled.

“Would you mind greasing the pan for me, please?” Alastor nearly purred at you with how you requested his help he would’ve bent himself backwards if it meant you’d ask him like that again. The way these emotions hit him in the gut; the undeniable feeling of desire he was trying to fight against was incredibly intense and oddly, he liked it. “Of course my dear, whatever you wish, i shall see to.” With the snap of his fingers his hair had been pulled back, suit jacket gone, leaving him in only his white button up, and a pink apron.

Shamessly your eyes roamed his figure watching as he began to grease the pan with his hand. His eyes still lidded and smile relaxed. You enjoyed how he stood tall and relaxed, and it was only now when you caught a peek of his red tail that you realized; “You’re a deer?”

Alastor paused momentarily, eyes lazily difting toward you. He didn’t mind that you saw his tail, and he was a little surprised you lacked to notice he was a deer. “What did you think i was sweetheart?” Alastor exclaimed his entertainment persona peeking through as he did. You peeled your eyes away feeling a little bad for staring at him, instead you focused on placing the bread into the bow greased pan before responding. “Maybe a fox, but to be honest i didn’t think too much about it.”

Alastor hummed in agreement, watching as you placed the bread in to the oven. There weren’t many does Alastor has seen, many bucks but does were more of a rarity. The two of you made breakfast, bantering about things here and there and getting to know one another.

“What’s earth like?” You asked watching him prepare dough for beignets which he insisted you tried as it was a lousiana breakfast staple- but also because he wanted to have you to himself just a bit longer, and show off his cooking skills. “What do you mean dear?” Alastor questioned brows furrowed slightly, but his inquiry came soft with no judgement. “I’m not human, moms an angel, dad was one of the few hell borns that kinda just popped up, we don’t know where he went to though, anyways i’ve never seen the earth.”

Now that, was news to him. He suspected you were something special based off the tugging feeling he had toward you, but being a literal angel wasn’t something he would’ve bet on, but should’ve guessed on. Without a worry in his mind, Alastor happily told you about his home in new orleans, what it was like being a radio host, how in got into voodoo, how he new some cajun french, as well as his mother.

Leaning on the counter head rested on his hand, looking at you dreamily while the beignets fried. “My mother was an angel, she was my biggest supporter at the time, the reason i kept pushing. I have the upmost respect for mothers like mine.” You, as equally lost in the dream like bliss Alastors presence brought you, smiled at his story’s ogling at the man who spoke so highly of his mom. “That’s the sweetest Alastor, I wish i could’ve met the woman who made you into such a gentlemen.” You flirt subtly gently patting his arm.

Alastor hummed a lovesick smile on his face his tail wagging happily behind him as the two of you continued to yap. Tails syncing with the way they swayed unnoticed by you two as you lost yourselves in eachother, also going unnoticed was Charlie giddy as could be, in the background jumping up and down. Slipping away to Vaggie, Charlie gripped her like she was her life line. “YN and Alastor are totally going to get together! Ahh!” Charlie squealed shaking a limp Vaggie back and forth.

“Mhm Alastor please please please,” You chant wrapped tightly around the demons waist, as he pressed you up against your dresser. After a full day of being alongside Alastor the tension snapped between you two, although it took a few things to get there. First Angel hitting on you right after breakfast, it made Alastor seethe the symbols and static materializing as he watched Angel hit on you. It made Alastor realize such a sweet doe like you must be marked, can’t have other buck or demon filth thinking they can just put there hands on you.

The second thing that egged him on was when the two of you went for a stroll together, and while in a store witnessed a demon repeatedly harass you while you simply tried to pick out a dress! Alastor apologized for the blood shed, but he professed he needed to obliterate that demon to protect you and that would be the only time he would ever put you in a position to see such things. Which made your heart flutter, you felt the desire to have him protect you, it’s not like you couldn’t do it yourself but it made you weak in the knees to have a demon like Alastor jumped to protect you.

Thrusting into you needily, Alastor growled like a mad man his hand climbing up your body to grab your cheeks gently fixing your gaze up to him. “You’re mine,” Static laced his tone as he hissed out at you, pushing his body flush to yours. Moaning like a whiny porn star, you nodded in your head in a daze. “My mate,” He muttered again breathing deeply as he clenched his teeth.

Reaching your hands up to grab his antlers that sprout, you couldn’t help the way your body shook and the way you lewdly moaned. You felt so electrified and couldn’t contain the pleasure Alastor was making you feel. “Please Al, I love it so good,” You whined against his lips, his smile closed and strained as his lips brushed against yours, your breath tickling him as you whined.

Smashing your lips together Alastor picked up the pace feeling like a wild animal. He wanted you, forever, he wanted you to be his one and only, his only doe. Making himself hornier with the thought of having you all to himself his static crackled loudly as he thought up something mischievous. Pulling back from your heated kiss, you whined begging him to kiss you, touch you and fuck you, smiling at you in your disheveled state, a green huge suddenly engulfed the room.

The two of you lit up like neon as symbolize shined in the background. “Give yourself to me little doe, be my mate for entirety and the world is yours, anything you or your friends want i will give you. I can’t let such a thing like you go, i need you.” Alastor statically said, it sounded quite ominous but you were too horny to pick up on that, you could only pay attention to the need you had between your legs and in your heart. Alastor wanted you to be his forever, linked to you for eternity. Perhaps it was the fact that you were both deer that you two had this simultaneous connection, but regardless you couldn’t care you just wanted him back as much as he wanted you.

Thrusting yourself upward into him, you gripped his hand, while clenching down on him at the same time. “Yes, always i’m yours only; it’s a deal.” You moaned. Growling demonically Alastors green disputes like electricity, escaping this room and flowing through the hotel like wave. Feeling his heart bloom Alastors ears clipped back as he jackhammered into you, the dresser slamming against the wall while you squealed a little giggle bubbling out from how needy he became. That giddiness left as a violent hot mass washed over you, screaming out a moan you clutched Alastor, singing out his name through moans of appreciation as he coaxed you with praises through your orgasm.

It shook your body, and soon after Alastor came to a halt inside you, biting down hard on your neck. You moaned his name, not even feeling pain as he sunk his teeth into you down to the gum. After a few moments of licking up your blood he pulled away gazing into your fucked out eyes. As you were about to tell Alastor that you needed to figure out why you were both so suddenly connected, Charlie bolted in.

“YOU MADE A DEA- FUCK IM SORRY!” Within the span of two seconds Charlie had two separate panic attacks, one because she saw the green deal making light shoot through the hotel while you were alone with Al, and the second right after she closed to door from seeing the two of you intertwined at the hips.

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whoslai · 9 months

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seventy two hours - l. heeseung 📓🧑🏻‍🎓

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↣ lee heeseung x fem!reader (both are 18)

↣ it’s the summer after high school; heeseung has been in love with his childhood friend, y/n. despite his efforts to make her see how he feels, she remains oblivious. with only three days left before they both go off to college, he must find a way to win her heart before it's too late. will he succeed, or will he have to let go of his love and move on?

↣ warnings: MDNI! making out, cunnilingus, fingering, jerking off, voyeurism, unprotected sex, overstimulation, love confessions, creampie, explicit sex, teasing, dirty talk, body marking, & more.

↣ genre: fluff, angst, smut, slice of life au

↣ wc: 4.1k

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“lee heeseung,” you called, poking your head out of your window to look down at the sweaty boy who just so happened to live next door to you. he’d been bouncing a basketball in his driveway all night and it was driving you nuts!

to your incredulity, heeseung cocked his head to look up at you, smiling from ear to ear as he saw you. “y/n.” he sighed, holding his basketball to his chest. “have you been standing there the whole time?”

“no! unlike you, i’m trying to get some sleep. it’s 2 in the morning and you’ve been bouncing that ball since 7.” you whined, leaning against the window seal as you rubbed your sleepy eyes.

“oh? so you’re keeping track of how long i’ve been out here..?” he smugly remarked, dropping the ball into his yard as he wiped sweat from his forehead. “do i interest you that much, y/n?”

“heeseung.” you glared at him, “please let me sleep.”

he smiled, “you should come out here with me. i can show you how to shoot a 3 pointer.”

shaking your head, you closed your window. you huffed as you laid back in your bed, tiredly sighing as you heard him pick his ball up and bounce it against the pavement again. another day, another night spent trying to drown out heeseung.

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your next few days were spent dorm shopping with your mother; you’d been accepted into northwestern university to study journalism on a full scholarship. you truly were excited to start a new chapter of your life and explore yourself and the environment around you.

you’d be even happier if you didn’t have a little baby whining in your ear every day about the fact that you were moving across the country. of course, living next to heeseung meant you two were very close, almost too close. it got to the point of him being immensely comfortable with complaining about how it was “odd” if you to look forward to moving away from everyone you’ve ever known.

while yes, moving from a small town in virginia to a larger city in illinois would take some time getting used to, but that didn’t mean it would justify you being fearful. what was there to be afraid of? people move all the time, it wasn’t as though you’d be the first person to leave family for college. heeseung was just being dramatic, per usual.

“you really should just stay here, i don’t see why you can’t just go to school online.” heeseung shrugged, holding his knees to his chest as he sat on your bed, watching you take down the polaroids of you and friends from your walk to pack away for your dorm.

you smiled, shaking your head at him. “heeseung, you’re acting like i’m not going to come back on breaks. it’s not my fault you chose to stay here for college.”

“you’re right, i DID choose to stay here. wanna know why?” he asked.

you propped your hand on your hip and raised your eyebrow at him. “i know you want to tell me, so just go ahead and say it.”

“because…” he trailed off, anxiously biting his lip as he began again. “because everything i’ll ever need is here, virginia is my home; our home. why would you leave all this behind when everything you need is right here?”

you shrugged, “i don’t see what’s here in virginia that i can’t find in illinois. my parents plan to travel while i’m gone so there’s not much keeping me here.”

heeseung pouted. “ouch.”

“aw.” you laughed, “you know im going to miss you when i leave. how could i forget you and that stupid basketball you keep me awake with…”

heeseung smiled a bit, but you could tell there was some sadness behind it. “maybe we could play together?”

“hmmm…” you hummed. “we could, but i’d rather do something else. why don’t we do like a sleepover and binge on a bunch of movies? pull an all nighter or something.”

“a sleepover?” heeseung asked, sitting up and licking his lips. “as in…like me sleeping over here or…you sleeping at my house?”

“either. it doesn’t matter to me.” you smiled, grabbing some tape to close the box of pictures and placed it to the side. “but, you and i both know how strict my mom is about you being over. she would make you sleep on the couch downstairs.”

he slowly nodded, “true…”

“so we should probably just go to your place, yeah?” you asked him, glancing back at him. “i’m assuming you want me in the same bed as you, so we’re better off just doing it over at yours.”

he scoffed, “what?! who says i want you to sleep in my bed?”

“me.” you smiled, tossing the box off to the side. “like helloooo, look at me. who wouldn’t want me to sleep in their bed?”

heeseung married his eyes at you. “you are so…”

“i’m kidding~” you laughed, taking a seat at your desk. “i’d only get in your bed anyway.”

“wait really?” heeseung asked you, his ears perking up. “why only mine?”

“because you’re my bestie. now, go clean your room. i’ll be over in a few hours.” you told him, spinning around to organize the papers on your desk.

he laughed a bit before kicking the back of your seat as he made his way out.

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a few hours after heeseung had left, you’d found yourself drying your hair after taking a quick shower. you slipped on some shorts and a tee whilst grabbing your bag full of sleepover essentials.

making your way over to his house, you caught sight of his bedroom light being on and reflecting a shadow; a figure all too similar to his own. squinting your eyes up at him, you began to make sense of what you were seeing.

he stood near the window, head lowered while his arm appeared to repeatedly move in a swift motion….was he jerking off?

your heart skipped a beat when his head fell back and you looked down at the ground, contemplating whether or not you could simply walk in and face him after watching his shadow through his bedroom window.

biting your lip, you slowly turned to walk back to your house, his front door opened.

“y/n!!” his mothers voice rang in your ears from behind. you quickly turned back, being met by his mother waving for you to come. “i saw you standing out here! come on in, heeseung told me you were sleeping over…?”

you nodded, walking over to her. “um yeah! that’s um…that’s the plan.”

she closed the door behind you as you stepped in and slipped your shoes off. “well, that’s cute. i’m happy to see you two spend more and more time together, especially with you leaving in a few days.” she sighed, clasping her hands together. “i’ve always adored your friendship.”

“ahhh..” you smiled, nodding your head. “yeah, just a few more days.”

she frowned, “we’re all going to miss you very much!”

“i’ll come back and visit!” you exclaimed. she smiled, patting your shoulder as she signaled for the stairs.

“heeseung is up in his room. i’m not quite sure what he’s doing but he’s expecting you so just feel free to knock. i’ve got food in the kitchen and his father is down in the basement. if you guys need anything, just let me know. okay?”

“yes ma’am, and thank you!” you nodded at her, hurrying up the stairs.

as you stood in front of his closed bedroom door, you inhaled a deep breath, nervous to step in.

after standing there for a while, you brought your hand up to the door and knocked. “hey, heeseung. it’s me.”

you waited a while, hearing him reply, “kay, one sec…”

you rested your back against the wall opposite of his door, placing your hand over your chest as your heart rate began to increase. you wondered if you truly saw what you thought you saw outside or if you were just reading the situation wrong. you wondered if he was done shooting his hot load onto the nearest surface. you wondered if his cock was still twitching in his hand as he helped himself ride out his high by teasing his tip or even continuing to stroke his shaft.

“hey,” he said as he greeted you. his hair was damp and his shirt hung low off his collar bone, exposing some of his chest.

“took you long enough.” you scoffed, brushing past him as you attempted to play it cool, not wanting him to suspect anything.

he closed the door behind you and you sat on his bed, tossing your bag on the ground as you laid back and took your phone out.

“i didn’t prepare anything.” he said, “i’ve been laying in bed since i left your house.”

you looked at him as he sat beside you, awkwardly bringing his knees to his chest. “are you sure about that?”

“sure about what? laying in bed…?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

you nodded, “surely you haven’t been in bed for the past 5 hours.”

“i mean, for the most part.” he shrugged. “what does it matter?”

“it doesn’t…i was just being nosey.” you said, looking away from him and sighing. “it’s hot in here.”

“it’s like 70 degrees…” he trailed off.

you sat up quickly, facing him. “we should play a game, you down?”

“yeah.” he said, “go for it.”

you smiled, “truth or dare?”

he rolled his eyes and leaned back against his wall. “truth.”

“is it true that you’re going to be a big cry baby and have a tantrum on my last day here?” you teased, pushing him.

“bold of you to assume i’m even going to your send off.” he scoffed.

your smile fell, “wait, you aren’t coming?”

“if i go, i’ll miss you too much while you’re gone.” he pouted.

you smiled again, “awwww…stop flirting with me.”

he shrugged, “truth or dare?”

“dare, of course.” you said. “give me the best you’ve got.”

his eyes glanced to the side, then back at you. “mmm, i dare you to tell me one of your biggest fears.”

you flared your nose. “that’s the lamest dare. that’s all you could come up with? make it fun!”

“i don’t know…um…do a handstand or something.” he shrugged once again.

you titled your head to the side, shifting your hips on his bed. “are you okay?”

“uh..why?” he asked you. it was obvious that something was off with him, anybody who knew heeseung could tell that his body language was different than his normal; he was being awkward and he wasn’t talking as much as he usually did. the fact that he wasn’t even making an effort to flirt with you in the grossest ways possible was throwing you off.

not to say you LIKED being flirted with but…come on, you kind of missed it.

“you’re being so weird.” you told him, glancing down at his shirt again.

he sighed. “i’m a bit tired, that’s all.”

you were quiet for a bit. was he tired from cumming a few minutes before? could his orgasm have been so intense that it made him groggy? reserved?

“truth or dare?” you asked him, your eyes fixated on your own. you wanted to know why he picked right before you came over to touch himself. why he’d do it right in front of his window, and most of all, why he was trying to pretend like he wasn’t just making a mess in his room before you came?

“truth.” he said.

“what are you tired from?” you asked him, intensely gazing into his eyes.

he smiled a little, “basketball practice this morning. just the usual.”

“that’s all?” you asked him once again, feeling a bit antsy from the smile that was plastered on his face.

“is there something else you’re thinking i did?” he asked, cocking his head to the side.

your tongue slid over your lower lip, feeling a wave of heat fall over your head. “i…”

his eyebrow raised. “you..?”

“i saw you.” you admitted, feeling your once assertive demeanor fade into a timid one.

he bit his lip, attempting to hold back his smile from growing wider. as his eyes trailed down, he leaned his head back against the wall. “saw me doing what?” you looked away from him, reaching back to grab your phone but his hand grabbed your arm. “no, say it. don’t start something if you can’t finish it…”

“dude, i didn’t see anything. i don’t know what i’m talking about.” you told him, pulling your arm away from him and crossing your legs, hoping that he didn’t the arousal that was seeping through your gray shorts.

he stood up, walking over to his window and opening the curtains. “saw me standing here earlier, right?”

you ignored him, staring down at your phone and scrolled through your instagram. before you realized it, heeseung was standing in front of you. he slid his index finger underneath your chin, tilting your head up to look at him. “saw me hand fucking myself, yeah?”

you slowly nodded, entranced at his intense eye contact.

“ah ah ah,” he tsked in a disapproving manner. “use your words, you’re a big girl.”

“yes..” you whispered, feeling small underneath his gaze.

“there you go,” he cooed. “that wasn’t so hard, was it?”

“no. i just…why did you do that…right in front of your window? right before i came over?” you asked him.

“why do you think?” he asked, sighing. “isn’t it obvious?”

“no?” you replied, “i don’t know what you’re talking about.”

he dropped his hand to his side. “y/n, i like you. i’ve liked you since you moved next door to me.” he admitted, breaking eye contact to look down at your phone that still rested in your hand. “i couldn’t go a whole night stuck in my room with you with a straight face. it would’ve been harder than you think.”

“you like me?” you asked him, shocked.

“you’re so oblivious, i swear..” he scoffed, walking away from you and closed his curtains. “anyway, it’s not like it matters now anyway. you’re leaving in a few days.”

you scooted forwards a bit, “w-why would you just now tell me? i had no idea, heeseung. you couldn’t have told me like…freaking years ago?!”

“i told you because i wouldn’t have to face you when you rejected me. duh.” he weakly laughed, turning away from you and shuffling through some of his clothing.

you held onto the sheets underneath you, feeling completely at a loss at his words.

“i wouldn’t reject you, heeseung.” you told him.

“yeah you would, no need to lie about it.” he shrugged. “i’ve already coke to terms with it, it’s over with.”

tears began to pool in your eyes. you couldn’t wrap your head around the fact that your best friend, neighbor, childhood crush was admitting his feelings to you 72 hours before you moved across the country. “heeseung, i…”

“you don’t have to let me down lightly, y/n. it’s cool, don’t worry.” he sighed, sitting down back beside you as he rubbed his arms. “are you hungry? there’s some f-“

you cut him off with a kiss, holding his face against your own. he was stiff at first, shocked. but soon, he kissed you back and pulled you onto his lap. his hands roamed over your curves, from your waist down to your ass.

but then, he pulled away and held your wrists. “y/n, why…why are you doing this?

tears fell from your eyes as you looked ahead at him, feeling your heart sadden at him; heeseung was so perfect. he had the cutest pair of large brown eyes along with a beautiful smile and a soothing voice. how could you have been so blind before? he was all you could ask for in a guy. he never made you feel uncomfortable, he was sweet, and he went above and beyond when doing things for you. how could you leave him in 3 days?

“because i like you too, heeseung.” you told him. “please don’t push me away. please.”

he looked at you, his eyes reflecting the same sadness you’d felt. he pressed his lips back to your own, holding your chest against his as he gently mended his lips with yours.

he let go of your wrists, using his hand to lay you flat on your back and lay atop of you. your hands caressed his cheeks, melting into the feeling of him. as the kiss deepened, you felt his hands moving up from your waist to your breasts, massaging your erect areola through your shirt. you moaned into his mouth, feeling a wave of arousal wash over you. heeseung pulled away, looking into your eyes.

“do you want this?” he asked, his eyes searching for any doubt or hesitation in your expression.

you nodded, “so bad.”

with that, he leaned back down to kiss you again, this time with more passion and intensity. you felt his hands moving down to your shorts, slipping them off along with your panties. he broke the kiss to look at you, taking in your naked form beneath him.

“you’re so perfect,” he whispered, before leaning down to kiss your neck. “so beautiful, so pretty.”

you whined his name, feeling his lips and tongue working their way down your body. heeseung spent a long time exploring every inch of your skin, eliciting moans and gasps from you with every touch.

he left wet kisses down your stomach down to your thighs, laying between your legs and propping them onto his shoulders. “y/n,” he whispered, “has anyone ever…done this to you before?”

you shook your head, “no, heeseung. no one has.”

he licked his lips, sucking on your dripping outer labia, sticking his tongue inside to flick his wet muscle against your achining clit.

“oh!” you squealed, arching your back at the surge of pleasure that rolled through your pelvis. “heeseung, oh my..”

he continued to pleasure you with his mouth, soon slipping in a finger to add to your pleasure. you gripped onto the sheets underneath you as you felt his rough fingertips rubbing against your convulsing walls, feeling a knot build up in your stomach.

“oh shit, heeseung….” you cried, throwing your head back as he held onto your thighs, forcing you down harder against his mouth. “i think i’m gonna…i think i’m gonna..”

he lifted his head up, replacing his tongue with his thumb as he kissed your thighs. “cum for me, baby.”

you squeezed your eyes shut as your orgasm ripped through your body, making your hips sputter. essense dripped out of your tender pussy as you moaned, closing your thighs over his hand.

he kept rubbing his thumb over your sensitive clit, “heeseung, stop. please, please, i can’t. it hurts…please…”

he crawled back up to kiss you, running his fingers through your hair. “we can stop now, if you want.”

you held his face, caressing his cheek. “no, i..i want to go all the way.”

“have you had sex before?” he asked.

you shook your head, “i’ve only…done other stuff. never went all the way.”

he kissed you once before sitting up. “before we do this, i just want you to know that i’ve liked you for…a very, very long time. even on the days where we wouldn’t talk, all i thought about was you. i couldn’t bring myself to date anyone else throughout highschool when i would go home and see you through your window, looking as pretty as ever. my heart has always belonged to you, and i hope that even when you go off work college, you always remember that i’ll always hold tight onto the thought of you, keeping you close to my heart. forever and always.”

you felt tears welling up in your eyes at his words, knowing how much courage it must have taken for him to say them. you took his hand, squeezing it tightly.

“i will always remember, heeseung,” you said, your voice filled with emotion. “and i will always hold onto the memories we’ve made together.”

he leaned down to kiss you again, his lips conveying all the emotions he couldn’t put into words. you felt his hands moving down to pull his pants down and he tightly held your hand within his, signaling that he was going to begin.

you felt the his cock poke against your pussy, making you gasp when you felt how hot and wet his tip was.

“squeeze my hand if it hurts and i’ll stop right away. sound good, pretty girl?” he asked, looking into your eyes.

“okay, i’m ready…” you told him, glancing down at his length prodding against your entrance. slowly but surely, you felt him slowly begin to push himself into your tight hole, stirring when you subconsciously clenched at the stretch. “y/n,” he huffed half laughed, “don’t squeeze like that. you’re gonna make me cum.”

you smiled a bit, “sorry..”

he kissed you again, glancing down and applying pressure to your tummy. “just relax, let me do the work.”

you complied, biting your lip as he bottomed out inside of you, not moving. you felt stuffed, one wrong move and he would impale your cervix. but something about the whole ordeal was turning you on so much, you could cum again without him even moving.

“feel okay?” he asked.

you nodded, wrapping your arms around his neck as you pulled him down to kiss you. you rolled your hips against his own, itching for some type of stimulation.

he thrusted his hips into your own, starting at a slow pace as he reached down to being your leg over his back.

you moaned with pleasure, feeling a sense of euphoria wash over you as he brought you closer to another orgasm. you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper into you as you met his thrusts with your own.

heeseung picked up the pace, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through your body. you moaned into his mouth, your fingers scratching at his back as you held on for dear life.

heeseung pulled back, breaking the kiss to look down. "shit, your pussy is squeezing me," he moaned. “i’m gonna cum…”

you could feel his cock twitching inside you, signaling his impending release. the mere thought of him coming inside you sent you over the edge, your own orgasm crashing through you like a tidal wave.

you cried out his name, your body convulsing with pleasure as he continued to thrust into you, prolonging your orgasm. heeseung finally slowed down, his movements becoming more gentle as he rode out his own release.

with a final thrust, you felt his hot load shoot deep inside of your walls, panting the pink walls a tinge of white.

heeseung propped himself up, pulling his sensitive cock out of you and taking a deep breath.

he slipped his boxers back on and you claimed your breathing as you heard him walk away, coming back with a damp towel. you felt him wipe down your most sensitive areas and finish off with your face.

he tossed the towel to the side and helped you slip your panties back on along with your top. without a second thought, you held onto him, cuddling into the warmth of his exposed chest.

heeseung cuddled you back, laying beside you as he pulled his covers over the both of you.

“you did so well, y/n.” he whispered, planting a soft kiss against your nose. “was it okay?”

“more than okay…” you told him, closing your eyes and yawning. “thank you..for everything. for confessing to me and for making me cum twice in one night.”

he awkwardly laughed, shifting against you. “yeah…sure. are you sleepy?”

you order, “super sleepy.”

“sleep, we can talk more in the morning.”

and with that, you fell asleep. you weren’t sure what the future held for you and heeseungs relationship. all you knew was that you loved him for him. he was your friend, your first time, and now your first love. only time would tell for your relationship.

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authors note: here’s another lil fic! got bored and wanted to do a cute lil heeseung story, hope u liked it! 😊

#enhypen smut #enhypen ff #heeseung smut #heeseung x reader #enhypen x reader #heeseung fluff #heeseung angst #enhypen angst #enhypen fluff

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yanderestarangel · 18 days

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So I saw a MSFW picture of Miguel and I had an idea.

Stepfather Miguel x FTM reader. The plot is that stepfather Miguel has been possessive and obsessed with his ftm stepson and the stepson actually enjoyed the older man’s attention.

The main smexy part is that Miguel asks his stepson to give him a pink desert. The reader thought Miguel meant a cake until Miguel pushes him on the kitchen counter and starts eating out his pussy (the pink desert was the readers cunt.)

- 🍒 anon. (You don’t have to do this request if it makes you uncomfortable! Love your works.)

TW: SMUT, EAT OUT, DIRTY THOUGHTS, CHUBBY/DAD BODY MIGUEL, FTM READER, BRAIN ROT, HANDJOB, STEPFATHER X STEPSON.

I think it's cute when anons use emojis to identify themselves (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)⁠✧⁠*⁠。

art credit @/marmar0u on twitter (X)

Miguel was a man of forty-three years old, with a poorly groomed beard and some white hair in his locks ─ despite his tall stature he already had a "dad body" physique with a protruding tummy and some rough muscles in his arms and thighs... And now he had entered your family. You didn't like the idea of having a stepfather at first, but what was supposed to be a bad relationship became like a balm for your stressful days.

It was common for the older man to spoil you with expensive gifts like perfumes, clothes and everything you asked for or wanted; your desires were his desires too. Honestly, it seemed like he was more attached to you than his own wife. Miguel protected you from everyone who tried to go against you and you could always count on his soft lap and good hugs at the end of the day. Your stepfather loved having you in his arms, close to him... In his control.

It was obvious to outsiders that Miguel was a man obsessed with you, possessive and jealous. No man or woman could come close to his beloved stepson ─ he used manipulation, threats and even money to keep you all to himself, especially being the only father figure you had in your life. Bringing you close to him with praise for every little thing you did wasn't difficult, especially when you cooked for him.

In the distorted head of your dear stepfather, every dish made for him was a preparation for you to be his little husband one day, perhaps when he would have enough courage to ask for a divorce from your mother; but until then he liked to have control of his body and mind.

── That was supposed to be an ordinary night, the warm afternoon gloom still hung in the air as you walked around the house to prepare dinner since your mother had gone out to visit some of your relatives. You obviously preferred to stay in the company of your stepfather Miguel, who was drinking some beer in the living room armchair and watching every move you made around the kitchen.

He had controlled himself a lot in the last few days and gave you more personal space than he should have, making you even meet new people. Jealousy consumed every fiber of the tanned man's being, leading him to have a simple idea to put you in your place.

"You know boy, I wanted you to make a pink dessert would you give me?" His voice came out hoarse as you watched the older man stand up to his full height, as you saw him smirk mischievously, his adam's apple bobbed visibly, desire pooling in his voice.

You initially agreed innocently, already getting ready to get the ingredients and make a strawberry cake, but soon you felt thick calloused hands on your wrists as he bent you under the cold marble counter and pulled down your shorts along with your underwear ── exposing the pink flesh of your pussy, while you felt his breath mixed with expensive drink. Miguel savored the sight of your exposed little cunt, his hunger growing with each passing second. He lowered his head further, capturing your clitoris between his lips and flicking it gently with his tongue.

"Oh, you taste delicious mi hijo," he moaned against your flesh, suckling and nibbling at your sensitive bud. His hands gripped your thighs harder, spreading you wide open for his pleasure. He paused momentarily, admiring the pink folds of your sex before delving back in, eager to explore every inch of you. His tongue darted inside, teasing and probing, causing your hips to buck deliciously.

"I could eat you out all night, boy... Does it feel good? Is this what you wanted, baby boy?" His fingers dug gently into your thighs, seeking permission with his gaze. As you nodded regardless of whether it is right or wrong he dove back in, licking and sucking your clit with renewed vigor, savoring the taste of you. His tongue danced around, teasing your folds and driving you further into pleasure.

He growled low in his throat, responding to the dominance behind your request. His fingers bit into your flesh harder, claiming ownership as he devoured your pussy. Each thrust of his tongue was a claim, each suckle a promise. An intense heat surged between us, fueling the connection and burning brighter with every pass.

He thrust blindly, driven by a newfound ferocity. The sweetest sound escaped your mouth-your pleas for 'papi'-and he used it to feed his hunger. His free hand reached for his erection, stroking it through his boxers ─ "So you enjoy being ravaged by your papi, mi pequeño?" Miguel purred, his grip on his cock tightening as he watched your reaction.

Each stroke matched the rhythm of his tongue, mirroring the passion between you both.

Every time he swirled it around your clit, his shaft leapt in his hand, pulsating in sync. His tongue lashed at your most sensitive spots, eliciting fresh moans from deep within you.

The combination of stimulation left you gasping under his careful touch; Miguel was determined to send you high... A desperate need to please, to dominate, consumed him entirely. His beard scraped against your skin with each frantic movement, adding another layer to the sensations engulfing you.

His tongue lashed at your clit, twirling it one last time to push you over the edge. His hand pumped furiously, matching the intensity of your release. Watching you climax drove him wild, a surge of pure hunger coursing through him. He pulled away reluctantly, leaving your pussy wet and quivering from the attention. With a final, satisfied stroke, he came undone, splattering onto his stomach. A growl resonated in the air as he relished the view of your satisfaction.

His chest rose and fell heavily, his gaze locked on your flushed face. Victory and possession painted across his features, a silent declaration of his newfound control. Your stepfather leaned down to kiss your dripping slit, a quiet congratulations for reaching a peak only he could provide.

"Next time, it'll be my turn mi hijo... Thanks for the dessert."

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multific · 8 months

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Call You Amor

K'uk'ulkan x Reader

Summary: Patience is something we all have to learn, even Gods. Even Gods who just confessed their love.

K'uk'ulkan was a patient man. Having lived as long as he have, he learned the importance of timing and patience.

He was patiently waiting for you as well.

Despite being a 'surface dweller' he quickly fell in love with you.

He was a patient man.

But he also found himself walking along the banks of your home town, hoping and begging for his God so he could see you.

He went, day after day.

He felt stupid now, stupid for telling you to take your time, stupid for saying he can wait even years for an answer.

He wanted to make you feel comfortable and now he was regretting it.

This anxiety was eating him alive.

It distracted him from his duties as the leader of Talokan.

But he wanted you, he needed you. And he needed an answer to his confession.

As it soon got dark, K'uk'ulkan headed back to his home. He didn't sleep but he did manage to rest a little.

The next morning, he did what he had been doing for the past three days.

He dealt with his duties and soon after swam to the beach. He walked out of the water and to his surprise, there you stood.

He noticed the shell he gave you to call him in your hands, your shaking hands.

"I thought I had to place it in the water to call you." you said as you walked over.

"Could you please just... tell me your decision, I beg of you to put me out of my misery."

You smiled a little, he was a man after all, no matter how much he tried to assure you that he could be patient.

"We are very different. You live in the ocean, lead your people, hide from my people. At first, I thought it would be impossible. How could you ever like me to begin with, especially with your hatred towards my people. You said I can decide whether I should call you Namor like your enemies." you watched as his hand moved into a fist, he looked away from you. "And I so decided to call you a different name, neither K'uk'ulkan nor Namor. I wish to call you Amor." his eyes snapped back up at you. He muttered something in his mother tongue, something you couldn't quite understand.

"I thought you were rejecting me."

"I thought about it. Because of our differences. I fear your people will hate me for I am only a surface dweller. I am no Queen as you claimed I could be." he walked over to you as you finally dropped the shell from your hand, his moved to your waist and pulled you in.

"Say it to me, please."

"I wish for you to court me. I wish to be yours. For now, it will be enough."

"And in the future?"

"I could be delusional. I have wishful thinking, but I can see myself by your side, forever. As a partner, a wife, a Queen. As long as you will have me." he let out a shaky breath. One he didn't even know he was holding.

"I came here, day after day in the hopes of seeing you. For you to accept my confession... I'm overjoyed." he smiled.

What a gorgeous smile he had.

"My Handsome King, I truly don't see how you can find me, out of everyone so interesting."

"You are a rare beauty. You are smart and gentle. Kind yet fierce. I need that in my life."

"So, I remind you of your mother."

"Pardon?"

You laughed at his expression.

"Nothing nothing." you laughed a little as his grip on your tightened.

"Is that some joke between... women?"

"You could say that, yes. A joke. Can I ask my King, to take me on a date?"

"What's a date?" you nearly fell over laughing. He loved to hear your laugh.

"I will dress up nicely and we can meet and talk."

"What's wrong with what you are wearing now? It looks nice enough for me."

"Okay, would you like to go somewhere then?"

"I can't really leave the water."

Problem number 1.

You assumed there will be more along the way, but you were sure you can also deal with them and find solutions.

"Then let's stay here? In case you need to leave, you could go back."

"I will give you this." he reached into the water and you noticed something shimmering in there. He pulled out a necklace made of pearls. "I have been making this since I saw you." he then held the medal in the middle of the pears in his palm. "You just have to whisper to this, and I will come to you, wherever you are." he then placed it around your neck. You touched the delicate jade medal and smiled at him.

"Thank you. I wish I could give you something special as well."

"A kiss would be special enough." he smirked as you smiled.

"Very well." you moved your hand to the back of his neck as he let you pull him in, and you placed a kiss on his lips.

"I will come see you again tomorrow, My Love." he said as he finally let go of you, slowly walking into the sea.

"I hate seeing you leave, but I love watching you go." you said which confused him as he turned to give you a look. "I mean you have a nice... backside."

"So do you." he said and you knew he didn't understand your reference but it was okay.

You will teach him many more things about yourself as you will learn more about him.

You never expected to end up with him, but you were not complaining.

If anything, you were looking forward to tomorrow and the days after.

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The older I get | Shelby family x sister!Reader Modern AU

Summary: after being away for years, you must return to Small Heath to face the loss of a beloved one. But, will you be able to forgive the past and leave it behind? A/N: English is not my first language, sorry in advance if something makes no sense. Warning: death of a family member, angst. Words: 3.1k

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"Y/N? Honey, are you still there?" Lizzie's soft voice echoed through the phone.

"Yes, thanks for calling," you said, fighting back the urge to cry. "Hey, why hasn't he called me?"

Lizzie sighed tiredly. "He's busy with work. Besides, he wanted someone else to tell you in case you didn't take it well."

"How the hell am I supposed to take this?" You asked with anger filling your veins. It wasn't Lizzie's fault and it wasn't fair to take out your frustration on her but you couldn't help it.

"I know," she conceded, "but you know your brother, he's having a hard time. Everyone's having a hard time."

Despite the lump in your throat, you nodded. Of course you understood but that didn't make you feel any better. Your Aunt Polly had just died and you had to find out through your brother's ex-wife.

"Thank you for taking the time to call me, see you tomorrow, well in a few hours," you hung up the phone and threw it hard against the mattress, it bounced several times before falling to the floor. The noise that the device made when it hit the ground resonated like an explosion in the silence of the night.

The tears you had been holding back rolled freely down your cheeks. You fell down on the bed, burying your face in the pillow and letting out a choked sob.

It was too late to go to Birmingham, or too early, depending on how you looked at it. In a few hours you would take the first train so you could attend the funeral. You weren't sure what scared you more, facing the reality that Polly was gone or being in the same room with all your siblings again after seven years apart.

Since you couldn't fall asleep in the remaining hours until dawn, you packed some clothes and personal items, not many because you didn't plan to stay in Birmingham for too long, and tidied up your room. Cleaning would keep your mind busy.

The train ride was a fucking nightmare. Despite it being so early, your car was full of people, people with children who couldn't stop screaming and running between the seats. Wasn't anyone capable of teaching their children some manners? The boy right behind you had been kicking the back of your seat for more than twenty minutes, the damn thing.

Taking a deep breath, you rested your head on the window as you watched the landscape and tried not to think. The soft rattle of the train rocked you as if trying to comfort you. However, it was not that simple. Memories of your childhood in Small Heath flooded your mind, some of them good, some others the kind you would have liked to banish from your memory. The kind of ones that made you take the decision to put some distance between you and your family in the first place.

Finn and you, as twins, were the youngest with a considerable age difference compared to the rest of your siblings. Due to family problems, your parents had always been absent from your life, so your Aunt Poll practically raised you as her own. Polly was the closest thing you had ever had to a mother figure.

Your childhood and adolescence weren’t easy. Deep down you felt bad for thinking like that, you knew that your older brothers had had it worse while your father still lived with them, but still. As a teenager nothing seemed fair.

It was all screams and arguments, a house immersed in violence. Aunt Polly began to drink more and more, Arthur only thinking of his drugs or who knows what, which caused more fights. When the shouting started you used to run to your room and close the door, getting into bed, covering your head with a blanket and listening to music at full volume until your ears hurt.

And then you prayed just as Polly had taught you. You prayed that you would fall asleep and wake up with another family, a normal family where no one screamed or came back in the middle of the night beaten up and covered in blood.

You wiped away the tears falling down your cheeks with the back of your hand as you noticed a little girl staring at you.

"Why are you crying?" she asked in a squeaky childish voice.

Before you had time to make up any excuse a man who must have been her father spoke out loud, clearly making fun of you.

"She broke up with her boyfriend, right, pretty face?"

The look you gave him could rival Tommy's. No one would hesitate to say that you were a Shelby. Slowly, his smile faded from his face and he looked away embarrassed, grabbing the girl by the arm to make her return to her seat.

When you finally got off the train, your eyes were swollen and your nose was red from crying. You took a couple steps through the station and then stopped. Who were you looking for? You didn't even know if anyone was going to pick you up.

“Y/N!”

Turning around, you looked everywhere trying to find who was calling you. They could be calling someone else but the voice was too familiar to be a mistake. And then you saw him, a few metres from the entrance, greeting you with his arm and a huge smile.

"Hello, Isaiah," you said with a small voice. He wrapped his strong arms around you in a tight hug and you buried your face in his chest, a position similar to the one you two shared the last time you said goodbye.

"How are you?" He asked when you stepped away but he immediately rolled his eyes. "Sorry, that was a stupid question."

"It's okay, I'm fine. What about you?"

He shrugged. "Great, given the circumstances. I have the privilege of picking up and bringing home the princess of Small Heath," he joked, winking playfully.

You hit him on the arm, of course not hurting him. You followed him only to stop next to the car, he took your bag and put it in the trunk. Once inside, Isaiah pulled out and placed his cell phone on your thigh. "You can choose the music."

The ride was quiet, both of you listening to your favourite songs and humming or making up the lyrics from time to time, like when you were teenagers and ran away from home along with Finn.

"Why did you come to pick me up at the train station?"

Isaiah glanced at you out of the corner of his eye, not really taking his eyes off the road and remained silent for a few seconds. "Why, am I not enough for you?" he joked, in an attempt to light up the mood.

"I won’t hit you because you're driving" you murmured, he laughed softly. "My brothers, why have none of them come? I know Ada was busy with the kids, she texted but they haven’t even talked to me.”

He shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "I don't know. You should talk to them about that. You've been away for many years, they've changed."

You nodded silently. It had started to rain. "Sure. Thanks for coming to pick me up, Isaiah."

He squeezed your leg. "You know I'll always be there for you."

The rain was now pouring fiercely as a reflection of your current mood.

Everything in the house screamed Polly, every corner reminded you of your childhood. It would always keep fascinating you how a simple scent could bring you back in time so easily. Blinking rapidly, you tried to clear your cloudy sight. Ada stepped in front of you, hugging you and murmuring comforting words in your ear and you leaned into her. You had missed her so much in the past few years.

As a little girl you felt devotion towards your only sister. You wanted to spend time with her, sometimes you stole her make up and she ended up mad at you because of it. The rest of the time she just pushed you away, not wanting to babysit you. Back then you thought it was unfair but now you understand, Ada was a teenager and she wanted to go out with her friends and her boyfriend, not staying at home with two little kids.

However, as you got older, it was more and more common for your sister to call to include you in her life.

"Will you stay with me and the children? Hey, Y/N. Are you listening to me?"

You looked at her worried face and nodded. “Yeah, thanks Ada. I don’t want to spend more time here than necessary.”

Ada rubbed your arm as she gave you a sympathetic look. “I know, dear. Have you seen the others? Or Polly?”

Your heart jumped against your ribs with fury. “No, not yet.”

“Y/N!” Arthur called out, striding towards your direction. He stopped a step away from you, undecided whether to give you a hug or not. He looked thinner than you remembered. Actually, he looked older. You were the one who stepped forward and hugged his slender body. He reciprocated right away, burying his face in your hair and sobbing.

“It’s okay, Arthur” you whispered against his chest.

Taking a step back, you stared at him once again, mentally thanking that he wasn’t the one picking you up from the train station. He was a total mess.

Somehow, seeing your older brother like that sent a pang of guilt directed to your guts. Arthur used to be energetic, fierce and chaotic, but this man in front of you was nothing like that. He seemed like he needed a warm blanket and a cup of tea, and maybe sleeping for a couple days without worries.

“Arthur, why don’t we go and talk to Lizzie?” suggested Ada, linking her arm with his and pulling him away. He smiled at you with his blue eyes filled with tears and reached to grab your hand but Ada didn’t let him do it. “Let's give Y/N some space, alright?”

You had been holding your breath without realising it. As soon as they left you alone you let out the air, feeling your lungs deflate. Throughout the house you could hear children screaming while playing, unaware of the sadness that filled the air. They were your nephews and nieces. Mostly John’s kids. You wondered if he was a good father now. When you were ten years old he used to make you watch horror movies such as The Exorcist or It, and then he laughed when you cried terrified at night.

The lump in your throat became more noticeable, you needed to get out of there.

Out of the corner of your eye you saw Finn and Isaiah talking quietly to Michael and a blonde girl you didn't know. Avoiding crossing glances with them, you headed to the kitchen looking for the door that led to the backyard. If you did, you would have to stop and talk to them, exactly what you didn't want to do at that moment.

You weren’t expecting to see Polly’s coffin in one of the rooms so you turned your face away when you walked by its door, almost running until you reached the knob of the door that led to the backyard and turned it, opening the door and stepping outside. The chill wind helped to cool down your feverish cheeks.

After closing the door behind you, you leaned against the cold wall, eyes closed, trying to calm yourself down.

I'm sorry I didn't come sooner, you thought, placing a hand over your heart. I'm sorry for not saying goodbye to you, Aunt Polly, for not taking time to tell you how much I loved you. I was angry with all of you. I'm sorry, I promise to think of you and to not forget your name. Polly. Elizabeth Gray.

Letting out a choked sob, you opened your eyes. You didn't know if Polly was able to hear you, wherever she was now, but you sincerely hoped that your message would reach her somehow.

Someone clearing their throat made you jump. To your right, leaning against the wall just like you was Tommy, taking long drags on a cigarette, as if his intention was to suck the life out of it. "Damn Tommy, you scared the hell out of me! What are you doing here?" you yelled at him, brushing your hair out of your face and furiously wiping away your tears.

He shrugged and let out a puff of smoke. “Same as you.”

His voice was deep and hoarse, like if he had been crying. He used to be really close to Polly and now that you thought about it, it made sense. Just like Arthur, his appearance surprised you.

In your memories Tommy was a young man with his freckles and blue eyes, the dark hair slightly curled at the ends when he let it grow and an encouraging smile that he only reserved for you and your siblings. That was the brother who taught you how to ride a bike and how to swim in the canal, how to take care of horses during the summer breaks and the one who used to tell you stories with funny voices whenever you couldn’t sleep at night.

There was almost nothing of that brother in the man in front of you. Tommy was old. It had been around seven years since you moved away to go to university but time had hit him hard. He was in his forties now and his hair was turning grey in some parts, the wrinkles much more noticeable as well as the deep dark circles under his eyes.

He threw the remainder of the cigarette on the floor and looked at you thoroughly, as if he were analysing you from head to toe. A mix of emotions crossed his face but you weren’t sure to be interpreting them correctly, such as a slight panic, a bit of sadness and finally something similar to approval.

“You look good,” he stated, “how is school? Everything alright?”

Your eyes filled with tears once more but this time you didn't hold them back. All the rage that had been growing inside of you since Lizzie called you a few hours earlier came out freely. “I’m not in school anymore Tommy, I’m a PhD student and I’m writing my fucking thesis so don’t talk to me as if I were a stupid child.”

He seemed taken aback by your sudden anger. “It wasn’t my intention to make you feel like that” he apologised before clearing his throat, raising an eyebrow, “but if you haven’t noticed, you’ll always be a kid to me.”

Tommy didn’t let you say anything back, continuing with his speech. He wasn’t looking at you, instead, he stared at some point far away in the distance.

“When you were born I was the first to hold you in my arms. You were so tiny, I could carry your little body with both my hands. Finn started gaining weight so damn fast but you didn’t and we thought you’d never make it” he pursed his lips as you listened in silence, although you had heard him telling you this story many times when you were younger. “Every hour we had to feed you a bottle of formula and it was no bigger than my finger” he pointed his index finger in front of you as a measurement. “It seemed like a toy. But it worked, just look at you now.”

He turned to you and wiped your tears with his callous hands.

"Tommy, why didn't you tell me Polly was so sick?" you asked quietly, grabbing his wrists.

"You knew she was sick."

"Yes, but not enough to..." To die, you wanted to say, but the words got caught at your throat.

Your brother sighed and when he looked at you again, he seemed more tired than ever.

"I didn't want to worry you unnecessarily. You have your life far from here, you yourself wanted it that way. Your priority is your studies, let me finish," he said, pointing a finger at you authoritatively. "What happened to Poll was so sudden, none of us expected this to happen and it has been a hard blow for everyone."

“I didn’t say goodbye to her,” you muttered.

Tommy held you against his body, hugging you tightly. “Me neither.”

You looked up at him, scrutinising his face. The rim of his eyes was red and his bottom lip trembled a little despite his attempt to hide it. He seemed somehow fragile.

“Oh, Tommy,” you whispered, throwing your arms around his neck and letting him bury his face on your shoulder. You felt the wetness of his tears as you caressed the back of his head. “Next time something like this happens, let me know. Call me and I’ll come. I’m not a kid anymore, I’m part of this family too and I can help. You don’t have to go through stuff on your own. Alright?”

As he nodded slightly with his face still pressed against your shoulder you felt the sudden realisation that you had been mistaken most of your life. All you wanted to do was run away from your family in order to be happier, thinking that they wouldn’t need you after living through your whole childhood feeling like a burden, like someone whom they had to take care of.

For years you had hated them because it seemed that they enjoyed being miserable day and night, continuously fighting with each other… you never stopped to think about the reasons behind all those arguments or their actions. But you were older now and life had taught you that we are all humans and we all make mistakes.

Now everything was different. For once you were the strong one, able to stand by their side to support them. This bunch of sad and broken people were your family and they needed you just as much as you needed them.

Sometimes it was better to put some distance in order to see things from a different perspective, to heal, you realised as you held the shadow of the man who used to be like a hero to you during your childhood. At the end of the day you would always come back to the place where you belonged. The only thing you regretted was not figuring it out sooner.

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TO YOU , WORLDS AWAY : PART TWO : CHAPTER TWENTY - FOUR

pairing: jake sully x fem!reader

summary: happiness was simple...

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Year 2168

It didn’t feel like many years had gone by. Not really. When you were cherishing every second of your life, time seemed to just slip from you. And before you knew it, a few years had gone by, the kids weren’t babies anymore but teenagers and kids who were curious about the world they lived in. And began developing personalities of their own, some less troublesome than others.

Kiri still followed you everywhere you went and still asked questions about her birth mother from time to time. But it didn’t change the fact that you had raised her and that you were the face she saw whenever she thought of having a mother. But she had her own interests too. She had started watching Mo’at as Tsahik, learning the ways of Eywa. And if it wasn’t clear when she was younger, it surely was clear as she had gotten older. Kiri was more of a healer than a fighter and you were okay with that, despite wanting to teach her how to fight and defend herself at least.

The boys were a different story which didn’t surprise you in the least.

They wanted to be like their father. Warriors. Which meant they believed they had a lot to live up to. Which also meant they put a lot of pressure on themselves to do so.

Neteyam being one of them. Since he was the oldest, he had a responsibility of setting a good example for his younger siblings whilst also becoming the best warrior he could be. Working to be the next Olo’eyktan.

“I wish you’d give yourself some grace.” You said one time to Neteyam while sharpening your spear.

It had only been the two of you in the marui back then. The others were either out hunting or out in the village. Usually, Kiri, Tuk, or Tsa’te were the ones to stay with you at the mauri, but this time it was your eldest.

Neteyam didn’t respond but instead picked at the knife you had given him after he had gotten his banshee. You were surprised at how nice it still looked even after all these years, which told you Neteyam had done well to take good care of it over the years.

You frowned and got up to stand next to his crouched figure, placing a gentle hand on top of his head. He mumbled out quietly, “I just want to be like him. You know? All the stories about him, all that he’s done…everyone expects me to be like him, but then I remember I’m not and I feel like I keep failing. That I’m always behind…”

“Now listen to me carefully, honey.” You said, placing your spear away as you knelt down next to him. “You are not failing. And you are not behind. You are a child and you are right where you need to be. I promise you, you don’t have to prove anything to anyone.” You rolled your eyes and pointed behind you, “Especially to them of all people. Take it slow and don’t push yourself too hard. I will not have my son acting like a soldier and miss out on being a child first.”

Neteyam gave a small smile as you ruffled his hair, “But I am a warrior, Mom.”

“Yes, and you will be a mighty one in the future.” You grinned, pressing a kiss on his forehead. “But I want you to be Neteyam right now. Not the chief’s son. Not Lo’ak or Kiri’s big responsible brother. Just Neteyam. My little Wonder Boy.”

He groaned, “Mom, you haven’t called me that since I was eight, please don’t start again.”

You laughed, “Fine. I won’t.”

Then there was Lo’ak who was a carbon copy of his father. Jake often had trouble getting him to listen or understand him but that didn’t mean he loved him any less. Now you and Neytiri, well, it was safe to say that you both dealt with younger Jake and knew how to handle the boy.

One time, your spear had gone missing and you were going crazy trying to search for it. You asked Jake since he often took it to sharpen it whenever you forgotten to do so. He didn’t know where it was. Neytiri was the next one you asked and she hadn’t seen it either. It wasn’t until you wandered further into the village as you finally found your spear.

Only it was in the hands of your youngest son.

You found him showing off to the younger children and some of the girls his age in the village, swinging your spear around as he told a story about how he first tamed his banshee. May have exaggerated a few parts of the story but you didn’t discourage it. Instead you stood a few feet away, his back turned to you, and watched him try to impress his peers amusingly.

Kiri and Neteyam were in the group and had spotted you before Lo’ak did. Neteyam kept trying to subtly gain his brother’s attention to warn him of your presence but Lo’ak didn’t take the hint. Not until he happened to turn around and immediately spot you.

He tucked the spear behind his back as if it would hide it, “Heyyy, Ma.”

You grinned as the children began scattering away once Lo’ak had been “caught”. All except Kiri and Neteyam. “Hey, kiddo.” You walked until you were standing in front of him with a raised brow, “Can I have my spear, please?”

Lo’ak nodded quickly, eyes down cast as he handed your spear back. Kiri shook her head, “I told him it was a bad idea.”

“I didn’t think she’d notice.” Lo’ak grumbled to his sister.

“She uses it all the time, skxawng! How would she not notice it missing?!”

Lo’ak sent Kiri a scowl before giving you a sheepish look, “Sorry, Ma.”

You waved it off, “You know, if you wanted a spear, you could’ve just asked me to make one for you. Or I can help you make one yourself if you don’t think it’s cool for your mom to make your spears for you.”

Lo’ak looked up at you in surprise, “You’re not mad?”

“No, why would I be?”

Neteyam slung an arm around Lo’ak with a grin, “You almost had it, little bro. Nice job.”

Kiri scoffed, appearing at your side, “The last thing he needs is a spear to poke someone’s eye out.”

You waved her off and pulled Lo’ak to your other side, “Don’t make fun of your brother, Kiri. And so what if he pokes someone’s eye out? I did it when I got my spear for the first time.”

The four of you began walking back as Neteyam said teasingly, “Jeez, Mom, can you make it more obvious that he’s your favorite.”

“I don’t have favorites!”

“If anyone’s the favorite, it’s Princess Kiri.” Lo’ak scoffed. Kiri stuck her tongue out at him.

You shook your head with a chuckle, “Nope, that’s your father’s favorite, even if he denies it I think we all know that it’s true.”

Neteyam raised his hands, “Come on guys, we all know who’s the absolute favorite child.”

“Children.” Kiri corrected, causing you to raise your brows.

The three of them looked at each other knowingly before saying.

“Tuk and Tsa’te.”

You rolled your eyes, “Oh whatever.”

Lo’ak looked at both Neteyam and Kiri, “Oh yeah, they totally are.”

Tsa’te and Tuk were your littlest ones. Tsa’te seven and Tuk six. They were your babies and the ones you looked after the most. Some would say you were slightly overprotective at times, always wanting to keep the two of them in your sight, telling the older kids not to take the two on their reckless adventures—then again, you were like that with the other kids when they were younger too.

But perhaps things were a bit different this time around. Your nightmares haven’t gone away after all these years. In fact, the last one you had was so vivid and so startling, you didn’t sleep for the next couple of nights. Then of course, there was Jake still worrying and preparing the clan for the day the Sky People did come back. And maybe you were preparing for it by protecting your kids, making sure they also knew that there was a slight chance of the Sky People’s return.

Then of course, there was Spider. He was the oldest compared to the Sullys. You had taken the responsibility of caring for the boy. Jake didn’t mind it and Neytiri barely tolerated it. But when the two saw how Spider still got along with the children, they kept their judgments to themselves. Well, Neytiri was the one you were most worried about when it came to Spider. You were his advocate when no one else was. And you always would be.

You treated Spider as if you gave birth to him yourself. And that wouldn’t change, no matter how many judge him.

Some days you still went to visit the Spirit Tree, hoping to talk to Grace or Tsu’tey on some days. But lately, you have been busy training the new warriors along with taking care of your own and the village children.

The long day you had today was any different. Today, you were in the labs with Max and Norm, discussing plans to further protect the surrounding area of the Omatikaya land.

“We could go for a fence of sorts.” Max suggested, playing with a pen in his hand. “The classic electric fence, keeping the dangers out and all that.”

You shook your head, “No. The people already don’t like the idea of Jake using his guns still or trying to teach the other warriors how to use it, I highly doubt they would be okay with further metal inventions on their land.”

“Can’t you or Jake reason with them?” Max wondered aloud.

Norm snorted from his seat at the desk, “Jake’s already been down that road. They barely accepted the guns, just like Doc said.”

“Well, there’s got to be a way to work around this, right?” Max hummed thoughtfully while staring at the screen in front of them.

Before either of you could throw out more solutions, a screech is heard outside of the lab. Norm glanced toward you with a raised brow, “Is that Zola?”

Zola was your ikran. You frowned and shook your head, “No, I came here on direhorse.” Pushing away from the table you sat at, you crouched toward the door, pushing it open to find two familiar ikrans waiting for you outside, and Zola right next to them.

“Well, this is a surprise.” You found yourself grinning up at Jake and Neytiri, who returned your smiles with one of their own.

“We were looking for you everywhere.” Jake titled his head down at you, a playful glint in his eyes. “Figured you could use some time away. A break. Maybe have a fly with us. Norm. Max.”

You glanced behind you to find both Norm and Max peeking out of the lab. “Hey Sullys.” Norm grinned before looking at you, “Go on, we’ll continue tomorrow. Sully’s right, you could use a break.”

“But we’ve only just begun.” You tried but it was Neytiri who cut you off.

“It is time to let go for the night, Ma’y/n.” She nodded toward your ikran, calling for it to come forward. “Zola misses you and so do we. Now come. Let us fly!”

There was a small part of you that wanted to continue working, only to make at least some good progress. But then there was the other, more overshadowing part of you, that looked at both Jake and Neytiri and wanted every bit of you to say yes to them both. It had been awhile since it was just the three of you, all of you busy with your duties to the clan.

Perhaps one night away wouldn’t hurt.

“Fine, but only if I get to race you again.” You gave Jake a pointed look as you ran up to Zola. “You cheated last time and I want a fair rematch!”

Jake laughed in disbelief, “I can’t believe you’re still saying that! I didn’t cheat, not one bit! Bob is just faster than Zola, easy!”

“The fact that you even named him Bob should be a crime.” You shook your head. Still to this day, you were glad that you had named your children. Eywa, you didn’t know what Jake would’ve come up with. Hell, Neytiri probably thought the same when she had Neteyam, Lo’ak, and Tuktirey.

“Don’t be a hater.” Jake grinned as his ikran started flapping his wings. “Fine. We have another race. Whoever reaches the mountains first wins. Got it?”

You rolled your eyes as you connected your queue to Zola, “You’re going down, Sully.”

Jake winked at you, neither of you seeing Neytiri roll her eyes at the two of you, “Said that last time, babe. Serious this time?”

“Dead serious, babe—Neytiri!”

Before either of you could realize it until it was too late, Neytiri and her ikran suddenly took off in the sky. You steered Zola into the air as well with Jake right behind you.

Neytiri glanced back at the two of you with a grin, “Catch me if you’re not too busy being skxawngs!”

Without wasting any time, you steered Zola after her, not wanting to give Jake the chance to gather his bearings and get ahead of you. You let out a whooped holler, the air caressing your face as you flew. Neytiri let one out too, hers sounding more like a call and a hoot. You could hear Jake’s voice from further behind you, doing the same as well.

Glancing back at him, you grinned as he tried and failed to catch up with you, “Eat my dust, Sully!”

“I swear to God, Doc!”

“Why don’t you two focus on keeping up!” Neytiri called back, a smirk on her face. “Because I’m winning!”

A laugh left your lips as you flew to catch up with her. Oh Eywa, you were so glad for this. Being with your mates, not thinking about all the worries that heaved your shoulders every waking day. You really needed this night. This freedom. This simple and fun night. It was like you were younger again. Oh the time, that had gone by. Oh the ages that had come. You were you yet not the same. Jake was him yet not the same. Neytiri was her yet not the same.

It seemed like what all three of you were before, was ages ago. Almost as if decades have gone by rather than a few years. Yes, there were still reminders of what the Sky People left behind, of what you had gone through, of what you had lost. But they were all a memory now. A little seed still planted in your heart.

Now it had bloomed into a flower.

The mountains came into view. You ordered Zola to speed up. And it seemed as if Neytiri and Jake had done the same. Now the three of you were neck and neck. Nearly there.

Only for Neytiri’s ikran to have made it first.

“I win!” She grinned, her smile white as the crescent moon.

But in that moment, neither you nor Jake cared that you lost. The three of you were in the moment. And you were determined to make it last, for a lifetime if you could.

Happiness was simple.

And you liked simple. You went through all types of hell just to get to this. Simple. Happiness. Not even the nightmares could shake the smile from your face. A smile you were sure that you had lost long ago.

A smile Jake was so glad to see on your face so often now. Back then it was a rarity to get not even a chuckle from you. That was only because of the position, the time you were in. The fresh wound that you were still tending to. There were still hints of scars in some places of course, Jake had them too. So did Neytiri. But what mattered was that they were together. That they would remain together and lick each other’s wounds clean from now on.

Sully's stick together. Nothing would ever change that.

At some point, the three of you had landed at the top of a smaller mountain, your ikrans resting from all the flying. And now you lay under the stars with your mates. You felt the steady heartbeat of Jake’s steady heartbeat. The warmth of Neytiri’s hand. You couldn’t have asked for a better way to end the night. In the arms of the people you love.

You wouldn’t trade this for a thousand more Pandoras.

Lazily, you gazed up at Jake who was staring up at the stars. A soft smile tugged your lips as you reached your free hand up to gently caress his face, “Will you sleep tonight?”

Jake looked down at you, a soft look on his face. A look he only had for you and Neytiri, “I think so. Will you?”

You lift your shoulder slightly, “Depends on if my dreams will agree with me tonight.”

His fingers gently brushed against your ear, “When do dreams ever agree with us?”

“Exactly my dilemma.”

A frown rested on his lips, “You should sleep more.”

“I try.”

“I’ll sleep if you will, Tinkers.”

You tried not to smile at the nickname, burying your face into his side, “Make it a race then, Puppet?”

His chest rumbled as he chuckled. “You’re on.”

It all went wrong.

At first it was the nightmares. The nightmares, you could handle. Surrounded by fire, Quaritch’s taunting voice waiting for you to break. The fire this time was hotter. Far too close to your liking. And Jake’s voice could be heard in the distance. No. Everywhere around you.

You had never heard Jake’s voice here.

Then it was Neytiri’s screams and your body suddenly shuddered. Everything around you became a blur.

And then you opened your eyes.

Neytiri was dragging you by the arm while screaming, “No, Great Mother! Great Mother!”

“Doc!” That was Jake next to you, pulling you out of your hazy sleep. Neytiri eventually let your arm go and seconds later larger arms wrapped around your waist and lifted you up to your feet. There was too much going on at the same time. Animals were rushing past you in a quick haste, the wind had become a lot more harsher than before. And your ikrans were flying above you, hiding in the trees until you called on them.

Jake was saying something in your ear. But you couldn’t make out his words. Not when your eyes saw the fire.

This time it wasn’t a dream. This time you couldn’t just close your eyes and open them again. It was all in front of you. It was all burning down. The forest. The forest was dying.

And the cause of it all was a large ship coming from the stars.

The Sky People had returned.

You pushed away from Jake’s grip, wide eyes taking in the destruction. The beauty of it. The peace. The life. All of it burned away. All of it was dying right before your eyes. And suddenly you were back at Grace’s school. Watching it get shot up and destroyed. Watching everything you had worked for die along with Sylwanin. Hearing Neytiri’s screams even now was haunting. You never thought you had to hear her scream like this again.

And you couldn’t even shed a tear.

They say grief is different for everyone. Neytiri was on her knees, tears staining her face as she watched her home be destroyed. Jake was at her side, holding her close and trying to be present for her while still watching the destruction in utter disbelief. Because for him his fears had come true too. His nightmares had become just as real as yours.

While everything died around you, you were still alive.

You were alive. You were alive. You were alive.

Long enough to see everything else die.

Happiness was supposed to be simple…

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Ok, but... What exactly did alicent do wrong tho... Why do people hate her (in the show ppl calm down)

Her being married to viserys was ottos doing ... She didnt have a choice she was a girl who was manipulated by her own father...

Her attacking luke was because he maimed aemond... If my son lost an eye i wouldnt stop until the person who maimed him was dead

"but lucerys was a child" SO WAS AEMOND, and he has to live with the loss of an eye

And lucerys didnt even feel bad... He was laughing when the pig was served at the table at the feast years later

The only thing that you can get her with is not being a very good mother, that i accept but blaming her for defending HER SON... girl...

Now in the book...

I do think shes mother... She such a complex character shes flawed but understands her mistakes... Dont get me wrong she is still mean and vengefull to people she deems as enemies but she has more of a heart than cersei lannister (despite some people trying to say that she is the version of cersei in hotd)

Idk... Some people just see the targaryens as superior beings and skip over their faults because they have dragons and are cooler to watch

I do think rhaenyra is the heir to the throne... But that doesnt mean that she has to be likeable to someone... Or that team black is better because she has dragons... If they werent evenly matched the war wouldnt be one of the most memorable in weteros for years to come

Im sorry for the rant... But im just tired of every team black member calling her alicunt...like... Are you twelve?

Yeah, people like to call Rhaenyra this feminist in Westerosi history, but it's just not true (at least if you believe some of the accounts in the book). Rhaenyra stans are like very extreme about her, and as a joke, that's fine, but most of them are dead serious.

I recently saw a post on TikTok that said the Driftmark scene was just Rhaenyra being a victim, and that's the most chronically online thing I've seen in a while. If you really sit down and think about it, Alicent had every reason to snap. Like, I love Rhaenyra, but she really was getting away with murder. Like, she had three illegitimate children, obviously, and just expected everyone to act like they weren't bastards.

People also say that it doesn't matter that Rhaenyra's children are illegitimate because she's heir to the throne. That makes ZERO sense, especially if you think about how that's treason and against the laws of Westeros. Alicent has every reason to feel bitter and upset about Rhaenyra pulling wool over everyone's eyes.

As for Alicent in the book, I really like her as well. Unlike Alicent in the show, she is in a huge position of power. A lot of people don't realize that she ruled ten times longer than Rhaenyra and Aegon combined. She wasn't this small little pawn being used like she is in the show. I adore both versions, but book Alicent is such a boss ass bitch! Despite her coldness and brutal behavior towards the Blacks, Alicent loves her kids so much in the books. Like, she places her own crown on Helaena's head after Aegon is crowned, she has a lot of faith in her sons, and the fact that Helaena and her children visit Alicent visit her every night before bed definitely says something about how Alicent was with her children.

Alicent in the book is pretty young when she marries Viserys, not as young as in the show. I feel like she was still sort of a victim of Otto, even in the book, but she ends up taking power into her hands because she wants to protect her children.

Notice how the people who hate Alicent would like her a lot if she was in any other type of series. They just don't like her because she's going against Rhaenyra.

Targaryen supremacists are so fucking annoying! If Alicent were a Targaryen woman they wouldn't have a problem with her, and Visenya Targaryen is a prime example of their hypocrisy (she literally usurped Aegon's son lol).

I'm Alicent's biggest defender, and I'll stay that way <3

LIKE LOOK

SHE JUST WANTS TO PROTECT HER CHILDREN

#alicent hightower #rhaenyra targaryen #otto hightower #hotd 2 #hotd #house of the dragon

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Beneath Miles of Stone - Part five - John Wick x Plus Size Fem Reader

Summary: John has been in prison for nine months. He’s content to stay if it means appeasing the high table and keeping peace between the owners of each continental. However, he meets someone who erases that willingness. Peace be dammed.

TW: Bullying

Michael has a lot of stuff. A lot of heavy stuff. Despite him assuring her that he can move it all in on his own, she still wants to help.

It would be kind of a dick move if she didn’t assist with all of this. An hour in, and the apartment is already transformed from bland and empty into a hoard of pastel rainbow decor and soft white staple pieces.

She takes a break to admire the painting of a fluffy white angel cat over watercolor Van Gogh scenery. Michael comes through the door, panting, with his white, vintage microwave in tow.

“Who painted this?” She asks him.

He smiles, blushes, puts the microwave down and then his hand on his hips. “I did.”

Her eyes grow wide. “This is amazing.”

He chuckles. “Thank you.”

She likes Michael a lot already, but she’s also very jealous of him and his many talents and cool possessions. He makes her want to decorate and be creative, both skills she’s never been able to possess correctly.

She hasn’t gotten the key made yet, so she goes out and does that while he starts unpacking his things. By the time she’s done, her apartment looks astonishing. Fairy lights twinkle over gauze white curtains and a big speaker plays soft hiphop music in one corner of the living room. Her couch is full of comfy white and grey fluffy throw pillows. An incense burner releases gourmand, smoky aroma into the air.

Michael is stretched out on the couch, taking a break, watching Legally Blonde on DVD. Her small TV is now in her room and his bigger flatscreen dwarfs the stand that it was on.

She sits down beside him with two glasses of water. Before she can set hers down on the coffee table, he stops her. “Wait! Coasters!”

He digs through two boxes of stuff before he finds white marble coasters for them to set their drinks on.

She laughs at him and he grins back. “I know, I know,” he tells her, “typical trust fund kid BS.”

“You’re fine,” she tells him. “I was laughing at the coasters because the table is already a mess.”

“Listen,” he says, “this table just needs some tee ell cee . A sander and some paint would do her wonders.” He pats the wooden top.

“Can I help?” She asks, excited to take on a project with a new friend.

“Of course you can,” he assures.

She remembers him telling her that his mother is an artist. “Did your mom teach you to paint?”

He nods. “She also taught me how to make miniatures. You know, like dollhouses but for adults?”

“That’s amazing. Do you trade art with her?”

“I do,” he says, “we send things back and forth in the mail. Although my dad says it ‘ clogs up their post office box ’.”

“He’s not a fan of art?”

Michael snorts. “He hates everything except golf. Sometimes I think he hates me.”

She shakes her head. “Does he really hate you? You’re the perfect son.”

Michael sighs. “No, but he hates gay people, so it’s close enough. When I first came out to him, if my mother wouldn’t have been there, he would’ve probably shot me. He’s a real man’s man if you know what I mean..”

She nods, smiling ruefully. “Oh, I know exactly what you mean.”

Michael thinks for a moment. “We should get a dog.”

“I would love that, but it’s no pets here.” She frowns.

He raises his eyebrows and sips at his water. “What they don’t know won’t hurt them.”

They decide it has to be a quiet dog, one from the local shelter who’s comfortable being alone at night. They look online for local pounds to read up on some potential candidates.

“Rocky. Pitbull mix. Potty trained, good with kids and other pets, sweet and loves everyone.” She shows Michael a picture of a medium sized black, stout dog with shiny grey eyes.

Michael shows her his own selection, a retired service beagle named Winnie. “Short for Winnifred,” he reads, “loves people and other pets, very polite, and hardly ever barks.”

“I love them both,” she groans, leaning back into the couch cushions.

“Same,” Michael sighs. “It’s one in the afternoon. Do you work tonight?”

“Yup.” She presses an arm over her face, blocking out the ceiling light.

“Don’t you have to sleep?” He asks.

She’s not tired at all because she slept through the night, but she agrees because Michael sounds like he needs some alone time. Plus, her DVDs and TV are in her room now, and if she can’t sleep she can watch an old horror movie again.

The problem isn’t getting to sleep, it’s staying there - waking up sweating, gasping, whining John’s name. She slaps her mouth shut, presses her face into her pillow, and prays to any deity listening that her voice wasn’t loud enough for Michael to hear. First day in the new place and his roommate has a wet dream. It would make any sane person want to revoke their rental agreement immediately.

She should be embarrassed and anxious that Michael potentially heard her, but instead she’s grinding against her sheets and thinking of tall men handcuffed to beds.

This won’t work. This isn’t working. She’s so pent up that it’s borderline painful. It’s taking over her mind. She sticks her hand into her sleep pants, past her underwear, and into a sloppy mess, tries to think about anything but John while she rubs her clit, but in doing so her brain latches onto the thought of him and pretty soon he’s the only thing on her mind. It’s like her body thinks John and pleasure are one and the same.

She tries to paint a decent fantasy of what she would like sex with him to be, but really she doesn’t give a shit as long as it’s him. And that’s what scares her. He could be absolutely celibate and she’d still crave him, and this is the worst time for her to realize that because her alarm is going off for work.

She orgasms at the cost of being ten minutes late.

The locker room lights are off when she goes to put her things away, which is unusual. Since she started, they’ve been lit around the clock. In fact, she’s not even sure where the light switch is in here because she’s never had to use it. Fumbling around in the pitch black is making her even tardier. Finally, she finds the switch and flips it. The room illuminates, and standing under the migraine-inducing glow is someone who makes headaches seem like a dream come true.

Benny grins from his seat on the bench, which he quickly abandons in favor of looming over her. Once again, the sweaty, edematous mass of him blocks her exit.

She’s too busy contemplating if anyone would hear her scream to see him hold his open palm out expectantly.

“Give it to me,” he says.

“What?” She asks, imagining in another universe she sounds angry and oppositional instead of whiny and terrified. In another universe, she can also kick his ass. Not in this one, though. In this universe, she does as Benny demands and hands him her phone so she doesn’t have to suffer through the touch of his greasy skin a second time.

He holds her phone in one hand while the other holds his own. She doesn’t bother trying to see what he’s doing because she can’t get her feet to move let alone stand on tiptoes and look over his shoulder.

This goes on for a while in which her only thought consists of asking herself if she could run to the door and make it into the populated infirmary before he can catch her. Again, this is a solution mainly dependent on her stubborn feet.

She’s not really worried about what he sees on her phone. It’s what he’s getting from it that sets her pulse careening.

He reaches out and tries to shove it into her jacket pocket, but luckily that’s when her feet decide to save her and step away from his hands. He scowls at her like she just insulted his mother.

“Fine.” Benny opens his hand and drops her phone on the stone floor. She winces when she hears the shatter, then looks back up at his pleased expression.

“Remember our trip.” He pushes past her, not enough to hurt but to make her yelp and stumble, and slams the door shut on his way out.

Her phone isn’t broken. The screen has a tiny crack in one corner but other than that it’s still perfect. She doesn’t understand why she heard it shatter, but chalks it up to losing her mind from repeated stress and unregulated sleep.

She grabs her bag from her locker and brings it with her to the nurse’s station, labeling the locker room as an unsafe and off limits space, which are becoming more bountiful by the day.

John is not her patient tonight. On her day off they must have had an influx of admissions because she’s responsible for 10 of them and the infirmary is unusually and appropriately staffed.

Her hopes of his nurse trading him are slim to none because he’s a wonderful patient and over time everyone has seemed to agree that they want him on their assignment sheet.

The other nurse’s that take and give her report always talk about what a cool, easy going guy he is and how they’re surprised that he needs that many guards with him.

“What do you think he did?” Stan, one of the day shift nurses, asks her.

“My bet’s on released a circus full of wild animals and let them trample a small town, but I could be wrong.” She taps her pen against her report sheet and laughs at her own joke.

Stan snorts. “He probably killed some rich guys.”

The other nurses like him so much that most of their theories on why John is in four point restraints with four men guarding him at all times is because he’s done something valiant that pissed someone powerful off.

That’s probably the other reason his wound looks better; not just because of her, but because if you like a patient or connect with them you’re more than likely going to give them the best care you can provide.

If she’s honest, it kind of makes her feel sick. Not because everyone has grown to like John, but because that means she’ll have less chance of being his nurse from here on out. Also, she knows it’s five-year-old mentality, but she liked him and treated him well first while the other ones had to get to know him beforehand.

Her case load is heavy. A couple IV’s, wound changes, someone with a tracheostomy. She sits down to chart, finally, at 3 AM.

One of the other nurses, Bill, calls for her across the hall.

She fights the urge to groan while standing on sore feet and walking over to his medication cart.

Bill grins at her, looking like he’s really enjoying himself. “My patient in 9 wants to see you.”

“Me?” She asks.

Bill shrugs, still looking very amused. “He says he needs to tell you something.”

“What?”

“I don’t know,” Bill tells her. “Seems that he likes your company, though.” He gives an eyebrow raise at the awkward expression crawling onto her face.

She reminds herself that this her workplace for the 80th time and that Bill’s suggestive expressions are just him messing around. Joking. That’s all. He’s joking.

John is watching the door, waiting for her. When she pops in like a mouse and scurries to his bed, He feels the urge to pet her on the head for showing up, which is strange but not unwarranted. She does act like a cute little pet. That’s not the most respectable way to think of her, but he likes it so it sticks.

His smile is wide and genuine. “How’s the roommate search?”

“Uh, I got one.” She smiles timidly, hoping he doesn’t think she’s erratic and air-headed for finding someone so fast

His eyes widen just the smallest bit. “That’s good, are they nice?”

She nods too eagerly. “He’s great. And he has great decorations.”

The key word here - at least the one his ears attune to - is he. Not because a woman and a man living together automatically entails romance or connection, but because John knows men - John is a man - and most of them turn out to be less than good.

He tries not to look mean, to keep his smile, to focus on her being here with him in the present and alive and well; If he doesn’t, rage will start talking, nefarious, whispering sin in his ear, assuring him that it wouldn’t be hard to break out of these handcuffs and make sure her roommate becomes her loyal dog for the rest of the time he spends living with her.

“If you wouldn’t have suggested it, I’d probably be homeless by next week.” She tries to sway the conversation toward optimism because she sees something in his expression that reads like he’s a little upset. He probably does think she’s a moron at this point.

Maybe it’s just good that she’s happy. He tries to shift focus onto that. The roommate can’t be that bad if she’s so upbeat.

It’s been very easy to talk to John most times, but then there are moments like this when something awkward and unsaid hangs between them and more often than not she doesn’t know what it is. Maybe he doesn’t either.

“Just be careful,” is what he decides to say.

She chuckles. “I will, don’t worry.”

He doesn’t understand what’s funny.

One of the security guards stands, stretches, yawns. He says he’s going to take a break. The other guards are asleep, so once he leaves they’ll be, essentially, alone.

“I’m gonna go to vending, John you want anything?” He asks.

John shakes his head no. “Thanks.”

The security guard nods at both her and John and walks out.

“I’m sorry if I bothered you while you were busy,” he says, apologizing with his eyes, too. “I just wanted to make sure you were alright.”

She purses her lips, which he thinks means she’s trying not to leak an expression that will probably be embarrassing. Really, she’s trying to tame her lion heart back into its cage before it sinks its teeth into him and refuses to let go.

“I’m okay, John.” She attempts smiling. “You’re the one in the hospital bed.”

He shrugs like his stab wound and near death are just a hiccup.

She talks again. “And I’m glad you called me in. I like talking to you.”

His face is all smile now. “Likewise.”

He tells her to pull up a chair if she wants, and she steals one of the metal ones that the breaking guard left behind. She sits by his bedside and they have a conversation about the weather that turns into a discussion on harsh winters in Belarus.

“Did you grow up there?” She asks him.

He nods. “I traveled a lot.”

“So, you’re Russian?” She puts her chin in her palm and stares at him like he is the most interesting person in the world. She’s adorable like this.

“Yes. American, now.”

“Do you speak Russian?” Her eyebrows raise.

“da, ya krasivaya.” His tone automatically slides into a deep baritone when he says this.

He needs to be nerfed. Outlawed. He should not be handsome, nice, like-able, and be able to speak a different language in his perfect voice. It’s really not fair at all.

She’s too busy trying to tame her rogue thoughts to ask him what he even said. The desire to climb into his lap and straddle him crosses her mind twenty times in different ways. She blinks heavy. “You’re the coolest person I know.”

He murmurs a laugh.

They talk until the guard comes back from his break, mainly about Belarus and what it was like there and where else he has traveled. She’s not sure if she’s always had the desire to travel, but if she didn’t before she does now.

Although she has a ton of charting to catch up on, she doesn’t want to leave him. The taste of human connection is on her tongue after a couple years of abstinence and she’s becoming addicted.

When she leaves his room, it’s with inner reluctance and impressive self control.

She tells him to sleep. He promises he’ll try.

It would be easier to do her job if she wasn’t catching Benny sneering at her whenever they’re in the same space, but she gets through it, reasoning that John has it worse than her because he has to suffer through six hours with the asshole guard in his room.

#john wick fanfic #john wick fanfiction #john wick x plus size reader #john wick x reader #john wick x you #keanu reeves fanfic #keanu reeves fanfiction

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Show Me Yours | Matty Healy [4]

chapter four, act one: antichrist

January 18th 2012

It’s a sunny day.

And warm, especially for January.

The flowers are starting to bloom, dandelions and buttercups.

But that’s not how the day feels. It feels dreary and sad.

But that’s not how Tommie feels. No, she’s angry, furious.

At herself, her mother, at everyone.

There’s a hand squeezing her shoulder that brings her out of her thoughts and tears her eyes away from the grey stone.

“Ready to go?”

She lets her eyes glance at Adam for a second, then the other three Manchester boys who’d travelled down and are watching from afar.

“Yeah, yeah.”

He wraps his arm around her shoulder and tugs her into his side, his other arm soothing against her head as she breaks down into a sob.

She cries into his chest and he rests his chin on her head, a soothing back running up and down her back.

“Why didn’t she tell me?”

“She wanted to protect you.”

“Protect me?” She shakes her head and pulls out of his grip, the back of her wrist rubbing her nose, “No, this is typical her behaviour. She did this- she did this on purpose. She always does this, keeps me out of things until it's too late then eats us both up.”

“Tommie-”

“All the time, all the damn fucking time, all-”

“Okay…” Adam tries to bring her into him again but she pushes him away, “Tom, please, let’s go.”

She steps back, a hand shaking as it covers her mouth, only to run up her face and through her hair to pull out the bobble holding her hair up.

The other three make their way over at this point, George placing a comforting hand on Adam’s back as he tries to hold back his own tears at losing his aunt.

Ross is the one who heads for Tommie, taking her into one of his bear hugs. She doesn’t fight back this time, she lets her hands fist his coat and rests her forehead on his chest as she cries into him.

Matty goes for Adam, reaching for his hand and squeezing, “We’ll be okay.”

Adam turns to his best mate, tilting his head as tears fill his eyes, “I’m worried this will break her, Matty.”

He sniffs and tugs his other arm free of George to rub his cheeks, letting George hold it again when he’s satisfied there are no more tear trails.

“She still has you, us, we won’t let her be alone.”

Adam shrugs halfheartedly, “Doesn’t matter how many people she can surround herself with, she can still feel so alone- I just wish there was something more I could do for her.”

“I promise you-” George sends him a look over the top of their friend's head, Matty chooses to ignore it, he’s always been a little too impulsive with his promises, whereas George thinks their sacred things that shall only be given if you’re sure you can achieve it, “I will not- we will not,” He gestures to himself then George, and then over to where Ross is still holding Tommie, “Let anything happen to her. I will make it my soul purpose to be sure she gets through this and lives a happy life.”

Adam tugs him in with one harsh pull of his shirt and wraps his arms around him before he starts crying into his shoulder. George moves up behind them, wrapping his long arms around them both.

Matty turns his head, and despite the situation he smiles. He watches Ross’ large frame tower over Tommie, practically swallowing her whole as she grips him. She’s not crying now, just standing there staring into space.

Ross moves them over. Forcing her to join the group hug, she gets mixed up in the middle, being passed around for a couple of minutes hug from each person, the final one being Matty.

He squeezes her tighter than Ross, draws bigger circles into her back than Adam and holds her much more delicately than George did.

But at the same time, he’s silent.

No whispered words like the rest of them, when his head moves and she can feel his breath on her ear she allows the lump to rise. To stay there and prevent the breath from trying to escape.

But he doesn’t say a single thing, his lips press into the skin below her ear, soothing across her neck and she lets her breath release in a stuttered mess. Clinging onto his neck tighter and burying her hands into his curls.

“Please keep holding me.”

He nods, still doesn’t utter a single thing, just tightens his grip around her. But in his head, all he’s saying is, ‘I’ve got you.’

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Tommie breathes in the smoke of her cigarette deeply, watching Matty beside her as he inhales his own cigarette.

She tilts her head a little and he does it back when he notices her staring at him, “What?”

She smiles a little looking away.

She’s probably had too much to drink, but she couldn’t have gotten through her own mother’s funeral- or seeing the distant family members that she hates- without it.

She’s just a little drunk, cheeks flushed, hair a little messy from the wind that blows over them as they sit on the brick wall outside her local pub.

She buries herself further into the long coat he’d given her back at the church, the one she hasn’t taken off yet, even as she was inside the warm sweaty pub.

She glances at him again in the corner of her eye, cigarette hanging from her lips and hands buried in the coat pocket, fidgeting with his packet of cigarettes, and when he glances at her again she looks away, smile getting bigger.

He sighs, turning his body and swinging one leg over the wall to face her entirely, “What?”

“Nothin’.”

“Tommie.” He says, his voice a little stern as he reaches out to tug the collar of the jacket.

She looks at him, glances up and down then giggles.

“What?” He asks, finding himself smiling at her giggles, it’s funny. The smoke curls around her head like a halo, her bloodshot eyes and tear-stained cheeks paired with her giggles and dimples.

“You uh…” She breaks off as she giggles, “You ever seen that Hugh Jackman film? The animated one?”

“I uh, don’t know, what’s it called?”

“The one about the toilet…” She clicks her fingers, cigarette resting between her middle and ring finger, “Kate Winslet is in it, and the frogs, you know, the rat one.”

“Flushed away.”

She giggles again as she nods, taking another quick drag and letting the smoke fall from her mouth as she talks, “Yeah, yeah that one. You seen it?”

“I have.”

“You look like Roddy in that suit.”

“I look like a rat?” He questions, “Did you just call me a rat?”

She nods, pushing the back of her hand against her cheeks to try and cool them down, “No, no, if anything, I said you look like Hugh Jackman, which should be a compliment.”

“Oh, thank you, very much.” He replies sarcastically, jumping down from the wall and crushing the cigarette with his boot.

He holds his hands out for her and she pushes the cigarette into his mouth, using his hands to drop down the little wall that barely even reaches her hip.

“I think it’s time we get you home.”

He starts walking her down the little path, taking his phone out to message Adam and tell him where they’re going, but her reply makes him pause and turn back to her with an annoyed glance.

“Okay, Roddy.”

“Don’t call me that.”

“Sorry… Roddy.”

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January 27th 2012

There’s a knock on the door, it’s loud and doesn’t stop, just keeps going.

She pulls herself up from the bathroom floor, she’s stumbling, she can’t keep her grip on anything but the consistent knocking on her door forces her forward.

She blinks when the setting sun lights up the room, she hasn’t opened the blinds in days so the light hurts her eyes foreign her hand- the one that's not gripping onto the door handle for the life of her- shields her eyes.

“Hey, oh great- you got the merch we sent.”

“What?”

Matty ducks his head, “The box,” He tugs on the black hoodie, “The new merch we’re trying out.”

She nods, that's when he notices her face, and the way she sways around too much.

“Tommie? You alright?”

“Yeah.”

He steps forward, taking her hand from the door handle to close it behind him, “You, uh… you okay?”

She nods then coughs a little to clear her throat, “Fine. Uh, what- what are you doing here?”

“I came to check on you, are you okay?”

“I’m fine, I’m fine, stop asking that.”

“Have you been drinking?”

She scoffs, looking offended, “Who do you think I am, my father? No, I have not been drinking.”

“Why are you acting so weird?”

“I’m not.”

He raises his brows, looking around a little, he notices the bathroom door open and walks over, “Want a drink?” She asks quickly, stumbling over to pull him the other way.

“You have any tea?”

She nods quickly and pulls him to the kitchen, “I’m just going to put my jacket in the living room really quick.”

She mumbles something but doesn't turn around. That's when he goes to the bathroom, glancing in to see the two empty bottles.

“Tommie?”

He hears the boiling kettle, then a smash and he’s sprinting back to the kitchen, watching her on the floor clutching her head, “Tommie, hey? Hey?”

She flinches when he shakes her, “Ow, what are you doing?”

“How many did you take?”

“How many?” She repeats, flinching when he grabs her head, “Ow careful.”

She rubs her head, and that’s when he looks up, noticing the open cabinet and the red mark, he leans back on the floor and breathes a sigh of relief, “You didn’t OD?”

She scoffs and clears her throat, “OD on what? My anxiety tablets?”

“I thought, you were acting weird, and with everything going on-”

“I didn’t OD, Roddy,” She says quietly, “Just because my mam’s died doesn’t mean I’ve lost the plot.” To try and lighten the mood she laughs a little, “We both know that happened a long time ago.”

He laughs and nods, leaning his head back against the cupboards, “I just- I worry, you know.”

She nods, “I know… thank you.”

He grips her hand and nods and she takes them away to harshly rub at her eyes and blink a little, “I just- got a bit of a headache that’s all.”

He nods, “Can I uh, get you anything?”

She shakes her head and then squints, “What are you doing here?”

“Hann told me, about the house.”

She rolls her eyes and falls back against the cupboards opposite him, “Of course he did.”

Matty purses his lips in a smile and awkwardly avoids meeting her eye, “I came to bring you to Manchester.”

She scoffs again and drags herself to her feet, “I’m not going to Manchester, where am I going to live?”

“With us.”

“In your shitty apartment?”

He nods, “Ross and Adam share, and George and I share anyway, the third room we used as a studio, but we can change it-”

“Roddy, I’m fine here.”

“Yeah? Where are you going to live?”

She shrugs, busying herself with making them both some tea, “Your dad doesn’t give a shit, your grandparents already moved away last month- Where are you going to go?”

“I’ll figure it out.”

“Yeah, maybe you’ll go to uni, but what are you going to do during the summer? And how are you going to afford the accommodation, just- just let us help you, Tommie.”

“I don’t- need help. I don’t,” She pauses and sighs, running her hands through her hair and pauses, hands cupping the mug, “I’m fine, Matt.”

“You don’t even want to move to Manchester to help with the album?”

“Matty, I-”

She pauses and turns quickly, dropping the spoon she was holding into one of the cups, “Album? You did it? You got an album?”

He nods quickly, a smile breaking out. It’s the reason he came down here actually, well part of the reason. The other part is she hasn’t answered anyone the past two weeks, not even her cousin.

She jumps at him, the pair of them laughing as he wraps his arms around her, “We all did it, Tom. The five of us.”

“I didn’t do anything, you’re the genius. You’re the musician, oh my god- this is amazing!”

She laughs, pulling back, hands gripping his shoulders, “So?”

She keeps laughing, raising her brows, pausing her little jumps to rub at her head when she gets a little dizzy and lightheaded. “So what?”

“Will you come help us do the album?”

“We have another EP lined up and then after that the album and…”

She slowly tilts her head giving him that ‘what do you want?’ look.

“Can I maybe… pinch some lines from your book?”

She seems a little more shocked than annoyed, “You really did read my book?”

He nods, “I wanted to know what was so secretive about the leather one you have. It’s good, you’re an amazing writer, Baby, you shouldn’t lock it in that stupid book forever.”

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February 1st 2012

Matty opens the door, balancing two boxes on top of each other, “Welcome to the shag pad.”

Tommie doesn’t even step inside, she turns right around with her suitcase and he laughs stumbling to catch her elbow while balancing the bags and boxes in his arms, “Don’t be a dick, come on.”

He kicks the door open a little more then shuts it behind them, “Don’t call it that again, please.”

“Deal. Sorry.”

“Where is everyone?”

“Uh, Adam’s at his parents, Ross is at work, and pretty sure George is at a girl’s place,” He places the boxes down to readjust his grip then walks her through the tiny living room past the kitchen to the little hallway at the back, “Here, this one's yours.”

He opens up the empty room, it’s small, but bigger than the room in her old house so she’s happy.

He puts her things down on the little dresser shoved into the corner, “I’m gonna go order food, that drive made me starving.”

She nods, still looking around the room, picturing it finished in her head. Before he can walk completely out she grabs his wrist, he stumbles back a little, both of their box tattoos rubbing against each other as their skin meets.

“Thank you.”

He knows she’ll hate it, but he pulls her into a hug, arms wrapping around her shoulders as he rests his chin on top of her head. He places a kiss on her hairline, squeezing her tighter when he feels her hands spread across his back.

“Welcome home.”

She giggles into his black t-shirt and he pulls back slightly to look down at her, “That was cringy.”

“I know.”

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April 24th 2012

“Ready?” George asks, tapping her on the head repeatedly in a steady rhythm with his drumsticks.

She clutches the neck of her guitar nervously rocking back and forth on her feet, “Yeah, yeah.”

He nods, moving the sticks under one arm so he can grip her shoulders and shake her around a little bit, but then the lights are dimming, Matty’s running out first followed by the rest and the gig begins.

The lights seem to be a little too bright halfway through the show, she’s hiding behind Ross, using his shadow to protect her eyes.

She’s looking around trying to see the crowd but without her glasses, she has to strain, that in itself causes a headache to which she gives up, focusing on the back of Ross’ head where his tag is flipped over.

Tag, clothing tags.

She can feel the tag on the side of her shirt itching her side, during a break she scratches at her side until it’s red and raw, skin flakes under her nails and little droplets of blood on her shirt.

Then- despite being unable to focus on the faces of those in the crowd- she can clearly see their disgust, of her and her playing. Of the last-minute outfit she threw on, a little shirt and some blue jeans. Of the way she misses that one note, and the way she is.

Her hair, her height, her hands, her legs, her arms, her face, her chin, her eyebrows, her-

“Thank you, thank you…”

The moment they’ve finished their final song she's gone, doesn’t even wait for Matty’s usual long monologue, and is off there right away.

Her headache gets worse first, the moment she’s backstage, with actual overhead lights she’s clutching her head and stumbling into people.

After that it’s the noises, too many conversations, the distant crowd, George’s laugh, and Ross surprised yells as Adam jumps on him.

She finds a corner, back against the wall, hands over her ears, head buried between her knees.

Matty’s the one to notice, guiding the guides into their green room with a promise of drinks on him.

He doesn’t know what to do at first, he kneels in front of her but she’s so in her own head she doesn't notice it.

Then he pushes her hair from the back of her neck, moving his cold hands to press there. She flinches at first but doesn’t move until he’s using the back of her neck to guide her face to his chest, removing one hand from her right ear to press it against his heart.

“I’m right here.”

He rests his chin on her head, moving her to rest in his lap, “You did good, Baby, so good, promise.”

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boku-no-anime-phase · 5 months

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It takes me a few watch throughs and some time to simmer in order to "get" surreal movies. I've only seen this one once.

That said, here are some of my initial thoughts about The Boy and the Heron. Spoilers below the gif!

Stacking blocks

The moment that's stuck with me the most was when great grand-uncle had gathered all those pure stones and asked Mahito to stack them, and Mahito refuses. Given the opportunity to build a better world, Mahito recognizes himself as unworthy.

In and of itself, that's a pretty significant moment. But then that's immediately followed by the evil parakeet coming in and trying to do it himself, failing immediately, and destroying everything in his frustration.

Which, to me, seems like it's saying that yeah you may not be worthy or feel capable of building a better world, but if you don't take action, someone worse will.

In the end, Mahito rejected the opportunity to be in charge of this constructed world. He let it die. But I don't think he rejected the responsibility to make his world a better place; and he brought a block with him, to remember.

Delivery room

The delivery room scene was one of the most puzzling to me. But the one thing I think I'm picking up (maybe I'm way off base? But I think I'm picking this up?) Is that the delivery room is where Natsuko becomes Mahito's mother. He calls her "mother" there for the first time as she "pushes him out" (of the room, with magic(?)). She doesn't deliver her baby there but she does become a mother. And maybe it's significant that Himi brought him there: a sort of symbolic hand-off.

Noble pelican

Several people have pointed out that Mahito starts the movie with some violent tendencies. Between fighting with his classmates, harming himself, trying to kill the heron etc, even though his face is super stoic I think his trauma comes out that way. When he sees the pelican outside, he takes a shovel with him, apparently to kill it. But it explains to him that it didn't have a choice in what it did, and it had tried everything, and at this point was only trying to survive, not liking what it had to do to stay alive.

Besides being a compelling commentary on living in the modern age (who among us can feel completely morally justified in everything we do to stay alive?), I thought that was such an interesting turning point for Mahito. By the end of the story, he's learned to be gentle. I wonder (I really need to watch it again) if that conversation affected the way he thought about his father (who makes war planes), and the people who bombed the hospital where his mother worked, and the parakeets, and Natsuko: everyone around him just doing whatever they had to to survive, even if they didn't like it, and even if they harmed others despite their best efforts.

Overall

I don't think I really "get" it yet, and I'm not sure when I will, but I feel like one of the themes has got to be, forge ahead even when things aren't perfect. Do your best rather than doing nothing, even if doing your best means risking making a mistake. You don't have to stack the blocks, but you've got to do something, or someone bad will inevitably come along and ruin everything. You may miss the past, but you must forge ahead into the future. You may not always like the situations you find yourself in, but you must make the best choices you can even when none of your options leave you with pure hands.

How do you live? There's only one right way: by doing the best you can.

#the boy and the heron #the boy and the heron spoilers #how do you live #tbath #tbath spoilers #miyazaki #hayao miyazaki

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andorerso · 11 months

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i was wondering if you could talk a little bit about why you don’t like marva? (loved the new chapter of don’t say you love me)

Hoo boy, where do I begin? Put under a read more for spoilers, and for the anti-Maarva rant incoming.

First and probably biggest reason is the kidnapping. Drugging and taking a child from his community and his only remaining family, a child who's terrified, who's clearly never seen technology like theirs before, who doesn't even speak their language... She's quite literally the textbook example of the white savior trope, and most baffling of all, this is portrayed as a mostly positive thing. (Well, not even mostly. Other than Cassian still looking for his sister and their relationship being strained, I struggle to see where the show called out Maarva for her actions because well. It didn't.)

Then there's the way she treats Cassian after that. She's belittling, dismissive, borderline emotionally abusive, constantly puts him down and talks down on him, always criticizes him... She treats Bee kinda shitty too, mind you (for example snapping at him to shut up rather cruelly if you ask me.) Then she abandons Cassian when he needs her the most because now she suddenly cares about fighting the empire? And once again, it's portrayed as this selfless heroic act because I guess fighting the Empire is more important than anything. Fine, if that's what you wanna go for. Except that she doesn't fight them. She doesn't do anything, and this "noble" act of sacrifice is completely meaningless. It does nothing else but hurt Cassian. She took this child from his home, never took accountability for it, never treated him right as a mother, and now when he has no one else left and he's just begging her to go with him because despite everything, he does love her and he doesn't want to be alone and he doesn't want her to be in danger... she turns him away? And for what? So she can stay on Ferrix, sick and stubborn and refusing to take her medication and just being a nuisance to everyone? So she can die alone a month later without having any closure with her son? Okay. Makes sense. Oh wait, I forgot. She makes a speech. Groundbreaking.

What's especially annoying to me is that the narrative fully takes her side and never bothers to call her out on any of this. Yes, some people just don't have good mothers, and that'd be fine as a story, even though I'd still dislike her, but what makes me hate her even more is that the story doesn't seem to consider her a bad mother. The story wants me to like her. We're told she's a beloved part of the community, that she's a selfless mother, that she's an inspiring leader. Except that's not what they show us. Fiona Shaw herself talks about what a selfless hero she is for quote-on-quote rescuing Cassian, and it feels like I'm getting whiplash because did we watch the same show? Rescuing Cassian is not how I'd put it. She full on drugged and kidnapped a child, that's not a noble or heroic act of self-sacrifice.

Maarva never shows any warmth towards Cassian. Even in episode 7 when he goes back to her and episode 11 when he tries to call her, it feels like a boy desperately trying to please and live up to his mother's standards because she never made him feel like he was good enough. And that really is just the last straw. I wouldn't forgive her for kidnapping him, but I had hoped, initially, that there'd be consequences to this, that she'd show remorse at least. But I don't think Maarva ever really thought she did anything wrong because the story doesn't think she did anything wrong. And instead of trying to make it up to him like Clem seemed to have tried, she just gives him even more emotional damage.

I just can't tolerate her. Even her love for Cassian seems selfish at best, so there's nothing redeemable about her in my eyes.

#replies #anonymous #anti maarva andor #but im glad you enjoyed the chapter!#i think a lot of my feelings and frustrations with maarva come through in it #and i can't say i'm going to be any kinder in future chapters or stories

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aspec-manga-snom · 6 months

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Oshi no Ko: Lies & Love. Aromantic Coded Narratives

I'm going to edit this more, but I'm pushing it out to feel better.

This post is an incredibly cut down and curated version of a longer academic style paper on this topic. If there are any confusing bits or inaccuracies, let me know. A lot of this is rewritten for a more digestible format.

This post is going to talk about spoilers for a majority of the Oshi no Ko manga,the short story, "45510" and the song it inspired "Idol" by Yoasobi. I will also discuss relationships with power imbalances and the sexual relationships between two minors, as Ai Hoshino was 16 when she had children. There will not be explicit detail but it is important to keep in mind the conditions of Ai's relationships.

There will be major spoilers so if you are waiting for Season 2 of the anime, don't read on. I highly encourage everyone to read the manga if you can. If you haven't started it and have just found it through this post, start by watching the anime if it is available, it is excellently produced.

Some Background:

Oshi no Ko was written by Aka Akasaka, known author of Kaguya-Sama Love is War & Renai Daikou. A lot of his work is introspective on the nature of relationships and love, Oshi no Ko being no different.

Oshi no Ko follows the story of two twin siblings, Aqua and Ruby Hoshino reincarnated fans of their new mother, Ai Hoshino. Ai Hoshino was the famous main idol of the idol group B-Komachi. The two of them previously new eachother as a doctor and patient before the latter passed away from Anaplastic astrocytoma, a form of brain cancer, and the other stabbed by Ai's stalker.

The two of them live a regular life as Ai's children until she is murdered by the same stalker that killed Aqua in his past life. After her passing they follow in the footsteps of their mother and enter the world of Japanese Entertainment in pursuit of getting revenge on their unknown father who they blame everything on.

Both of them have a very pragmatic view of the world, but they aren't the focus. Lets talk about Ai.

Ai Hoshino, 45510 & Idol:

The main point of this post is to argue that Ai lies somewhere on the Aromantic spectrum. There are some light pieces of evidence for her also being asexual, but not nearly as defintive as her aro-ness.

Ai Hoshino is the driving force of the narrative despite her story only making up around 10% of the manga. The main reason I want to talk about her is how she is displayed in Idol and "45510". For this I'll be using a fan translation by u/64990022 on Reddit the link for which can be found here.

The short story follows another member of B-Komachi looking back on Ai's popularity with jealousy.

In this we get to see an old interview of Ai's which holds her perspective on love: "I think affection comes from trust. What was it, payback? Like, to return affection with affection. But I'm a coward. I can’t believe in the words “like,” “love,” or “affection” very much. I don’t know, I’ve never really fallen in love with someone before.” This is the core of Ai's identity as an idol and how she performs. She doesn't understand love and how to be affectionate towards other people. Additionally, she doesn't seem to understand the point of marriage: “I can’t imagine it at all. Marriage? Me? Even if you say you want to marry me, how much of that is true? I can understand when people want to be with someone they like, but why marriage? Is it an expression of love? To prove that you would stay forever with that person? If that’s it then maybe I understand a little.”

Personally, I think that this rings true as an aro perspective on love and affection, not understanding the conventions of love and instead coming up with her own. Without being told that its normal to not have the ability to fall in love, Ai has given her feelings its own definition in an objective sense.

She reached the conclusion that lying was the greatest form of love, all stemming from her experience as an idol and observing the world of fans. To her, idols expressed their love to their fans all the time in their words, but none of them truly meant their words. While this is most likely true, we can see how this came to a head in the construction of the stage persona of Ai in the lyrics of "Idol" by Yoasobi;

" That "I love you" again Now, everybody is lured and captivated by you The pupil that you got The words you vocalize Even when untrue, it's your perfected Ai "

Every expression of love is a lie to captivate the audience, but to Ai, even if its untrue, its an expression of care and appreciation.

" So strong, it's you, unrivalled idol There cannot be weaknesses to find The brightest star is residing in you The gaps and shortcomings, don't show 'em Dammit, dammit Parts nobody wants to know should remain hidden One and only If it's different, no way, no way Such a true love, it's the realest Ai "

Despite not knowing how to love, Ai believe she'd give her fans the most appreciation she could by lying to them. Things like this aren't uncommon in the lives of young aros, claiming to have a crush or to love someone to fit in with the expectations people have for them. Despite all of this, she did hope that one day she would feel a 'true' love towards someone, which ended up being her children right before her death.

The Father

This is where the spoilers actually begin. Despite Ai being in a relationship with someone, there isn't much proof that this relationship was anything within the realm of healthy if not completely manipulative.

The twins' father and Ai's ex-boyfriend was Hikaru Kamiki. He was a child actor the same age as Ai, 15, and shortly after the two of them meet Ai becomes pregnant and gives birth at the age of 16. At this point Hikaru Kamiki has had multiple of these relationships and, to the reader, is known to be a serial killer of women in the entertainment industry, luring them in before killing them. He is suspected to, if not almost fully confirmed to have leaked the address of Ai to her stalker as well as which hospital she was staying in.

Needless to say, their relationship is incredibly brief and ends as soon as Ai becomes pregnant and is forced into hiding. The entirety of their relationship is shown as being based around meeting up around hotels and lacks an air of romance commonly seen in teen romances. He most likely manipulated Ai into a relationship with the intent of murdering her but there is some evidence to him actually being in love with her as he brings flowers to her grave on the anniversary of her death.

At time of posting, we don't know enough about him or their relationship to draw many conclusions but as he is the only partner Ai has every had, omitting their relationship felt disingenuous.

TLDR;

Ai's treatment of love as a whole relates greatly to an aro lens of love and the institutions of love in society. Lying about love is not uncommon among aro experiences. Idol is a bop no matter the language and its a really good aro song.

#aromantic #asexuality #manga rec #aspec coded character #ai hoshino #oshi no ko #this isn't done #but i'm tired #read Oshi no Ko #its so good #idol yoasobi #45510

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georgiapeach30513 · 2 years

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Fresh Fallen Snow, Part 2

Summary: you remember the first meeting of Curtis.

Pairings: Curtis Everett X Reader

Rating: mildly explicit

Warnings: loss of limb, dry humping, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 1.7K

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Your body is flung back away from the crowd as they continue to fight, being caught by a younger, man. He holds firm to your body, hand over your mouth. Putting his finger over his own mouth, to shush you, before he pushes the two of you into an alcove and away from the ensuing fight.

“Stay here.”

“I want my mama,” you scream at him.

“Stay here,” he turns to go back into the fight, while you tremble. Not sure what was going on, because you awoke to the ensuing fight.

Lifting your legs to your chest, you rock your body back and forth, worried about what is happening. A grimy hand circles around your mouth, and he drags your body back out to the crowd.

“I got her! We’ll be able to feast on her for a week.”

Realizing what the commotion was, you bite down hard on his finger, causing him to drop you quickly. Screaming about the dumb brat, when you hide behind the closest friendly face you see, the young man that pulled you back.

“Let her go,” the disgusting man is quickly surrounded by a few more, as they start to walk towards the two of you.

“Eat me instead,” your savior’s voice is calm, but low. You don’t notice, but Gilliam looks towards your mother shaking his head no. “I’ve got more meat on my bones. She’s a child.”

“No,” when you catch sight of your mother, you begin to run, but he grabs your wrist holding you back. “You can have my arm. You won’t be eating my daughter today.”

“No!” your voice screams out, trying to get to your mom to avail.

“Curtis, take her away,” he drags your body away from you mother, who stands solemn sacrificing an arm to save your life.

“Let me go!”

“No, it’s done. You don’t need to see this,” he carries you over to some bunks, lifting you up while he looks at you. “Do you remember what ice cream was like?”

“I’m lactose intolerant.”

He gives you a giggle, “Okay, what about pizza, no that has cheese, popcorn. Do you remember? Going to the movies, and eating them?”

“Movies?” you try and think about the last time you went to watch a movie. Smiling when you remember your mom, and the last time you saw your dad. “I always got sour gummy worms.”

“What was your favorite color?”

“The pink and blue, ones” you give him a smile, before your eyes try to look around him.

“Nope, eyes on me. Just look at me. This will be over soon. And it’ll be up to us, to protect your mother. Covering your ears when you hear her scream.

“I don’t want to eat her,” you pout up at him, and he gives you a regretful smile. “What’s your name?”

“Curtis.”

“Thank you Curtis.”

That night you had slept with one of Curtis’ friends. She had watched over you while you snuggled up in her blankets. Telling you that once your mom was healed you could go back. Everyone had thought you were asleep, but of course, your eyes were watching as Curtis, Gilliam, and your mother talked.

“They would have killed her. Gilliam, they’re getting worse. I need her out of here.”

“It’s not time,” the old man calmly reassures her. He looks over to Curtis, and that’s when she notices him. Taking note of his height, of how sturdy he appears despite the horrendous living conditions. “Stick to it,” Gilliam whispers to her.

“How can I repay you?” Curtis gives her a shrug starting to walk away. “Who will protect her when I’m gone?”

“Ma’am?”

“She needs someone like you. You know she will. She needs someone to protect her, and be her…”

“She’s a child,” Curtis gawks at her. Thinking your mother is now willing to sell you for something else.

“She won’t always be. I…we need to know she’ll be okay. Will you do that for me? She could…she’s a people pleaser. Please, just say you will.”

Startled your eyes burst open. Looking around at the unfamiliar bunk, feeling his warm breath on your back, snuggling even closer to you than you thought possible, but his usual snoring is non existent. Your eyes roam to the metal in front of you, looking at all the things he’s collected throughout the years, that he deems important.

“Aspen, you okay?” his voice low and gravely on your skin, and you feel your back prickle up on contact. “You were having a bad dream?” too often when Curtis is out of the bunk, he is hard, menacing, and unreadable, but in this area, that you now call home, he’s soft and nurturing. Things that you should be.

“Curtis, do you remember life outside the train?”

“I try not to. It’s something I’ll never have again,” you slide your hand down, until you find his, and as if knowing that you’re seeking comfort, he moves it to your mouth, where you move your head back and forth to rub your lips on his thumb.

“You don’t remember grass or the sun?”

“Why?”

“Have you ever felt that you were made for a higher purpose?” Curtis maneuvers his body, until he’s hovering over you, those dark blue eyes peering at you confusion. “Blue and pink sour gummy worms were my favorites. Sometimes I pretend those nasty blocks are really gummy worms.”

His face softens in a smile, leaning forward he gives you a soft kiss to your forehead. Kissing a line down your face, until it ends with a kiss to your lips. “You never told me if you remember seeing a movie. Or the way ice cream tastes.”

“I did then. I’ve forgotten now. Some movies I remember every bit of them,” you feel his body tremble, when you bring your hands to his waist. Moving underneath his rags, to properly feel his skin. “Definitely forgot what that felt like,” his voice moans out in pleasure at the touch of your skin on his. Such an intimate gesture, and both of you want so much more.

Eyes dilated with pure lust, your hands smooth over his skin, dipping lower every time. Running your fingers through the patch of hair on his lower stomach. Stopping when you feel his protruding vein. Your fingers trace it, until you dip below his pants. “Aspen.”

“What?” you smirk up at him. “You can touch me, but I’m not allowed to touch you? You’re not stopping me, just saying my ridiculous nickname.”

He flops over onto his back, letting you just look at the outline of his body in the darkness. The arm closer to you, pulling you to him. And you scramble quickly over his body. Before you can dip lower, his hands grip to your hips, and he pushes you on his swollen pants. With a quick gasp, Curtis is the one now smirking.

“What is it?”

“I wanted to see you,” you give him a pout, but it’s quickly removed when he pushes and pulls you over him. Whimpering at the motion, but you desire more. Knowing that there is more to sexual desires than this. “Curtis.”

“Shh, shh, everyone is asleep. You think those pretty sounds will wake them up?” shaking your head back and forth, you give him a pitiful look, and he only tsks you, “I know you want more. So do I, but in time,” he lets out a low moan, and you feel wetness flood to your cunt, your own voice mewling at the feeling.

“Edgar loves hearing your sweet sounds when my fingers are knuckle deep in that tight pussy. He knows what a good job you’re doing, and only for me.”

“Curtis…”

“We’ll make it official soon. They’ll even give us this area of the bunks, so they don’t have to hear you being split open for the first time,” you whisper out his name again, and he pushes you down harder on him, giving him a nasty grind, and your breathing stutters.

“They’ll have to give us a few hours. I’ll be addicted to you. You’ll be sobbing but still begging for more,” when your breathing comes out in pants, he removes his hands, letting you do the work.

Laying back admiring you, but he needs to see more. His hands move up and under your shirt, until he cups your breasts. Eyes looking up at you, but you’re so far gone, you’d never tell him no.

He lifts up your shirt, gazing at your tits, before timidly but eagerly touching them. Watching his hands as he discovers them. Giving your nipples pinches and flicks, before harshly kneading the swells of your chest. Lifting up off the bunk, he sinks down on your nipple, kitten licking the pebbled peek before completely engulfing it.

Your body races for that release while you stare down at Curtis, how beautiful and absolutely a wreck he looks. When those blue eyes peer up at you, pulling off your tit with a pop, and moving to the other one you lose all control. Stuttering your hip movements, but Curtis urges you.

“So close, Aspen,” you struggle to grind over him, but you continue. Both of your eyes on each other, and his scrunch close. Feeling a different kind of heat rush to your core, and he pulls back. Giving your boobs, soaked in his salvia soft kisses.

He gently pulls your clothes back down, covering you up, before he flops back on the bed, bringing you with him.

“Do you know why everyone calls you Aspen?” nuzzling onto his chest, you whisper out a no. “Gilliam thinks we pass Aspen mountain on your birthday.”

“Hmm,” you respond, feeling your eyes get heavy. Relaxing into his body more.

“You’re tired aren’t you?”

“Mhmm. Curtis, you promise to protect me?”

“Haven’t I always?” you whisper out a yes on his body, and he gives you a hard, lingering kiss to your forehead. “Sleep. Maybe one day, we’ll get to watch a movie, eat some sour gummy worms, but no ice cream.”

You giggle, lifting up to give him a soft kiss. “Maybe, life off this train isn’t as bad as Wilford says.”

“Maybe.”

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itsjustagoober · 6 months

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So, uhhhhhhh.

Howdy y'all. Been a minute since I've really been around here. I mean, yes I've been reblogging and stuff, but like...that's roughly all the time I've had to do? Just pop in for a bit or so, reblog and head off again.

Gonna do my best to keep it short, but I'll also put it under the cut to keep the base post short to most. Here goes nothing, I guess?

TL;DR: A family emergency back in June literally caused my entire summer, which I had originally planned to be my most creative and focused time for projects and art and stuff, to be watching after and living with a family member up until the first week of October to make sure they would be okay. I then took a week vacation this past week to visit my girlfriend and I was so relaxed I didn't do anything else, either. I am gonna need time to get back into the groove on here as I process and reassess what I wanna do for my blogs for the rest of the year and from here out.

To start, I am very glad that I made sure my great uncle was fine for sure, the whole time I was living with him. I just also realized that, now that it's over, being his immediate caretaker for three-to-four months? Life really stole my summer and everything fun I wanted to do this year. It sucks. It's not entirely his fault, but hrrrrmgle.

So, June. I was hearing how wet and frequent his coughs were and was trying to get him to go to Urgent Care/go see his primary (which he assured me he didn't have one when I always am the one making his appointments for him), but he continued to refuse and fight me the entire way. He does this to everyone who tries to tell him how to do something he doesn't want to hear, so I just took it and knew he'd realize sooner or later this was a losing battle on his side.

That came the day he went for his dentist appointment and he ended up having a cardiac episode in the chair before they started. They called me right back and I took him to the hospital. They gave him so much stuff to bring his heart rate down, like holy shit. Thankfully, since the dentist didn't start with anything, there was nothing to worry about with drugs fighting with other drugs. I stayed there until his stepdaughter finally got off of work and I was allowed to go home after a pretty draining and traumatic day.

Oh, that reminds me. I said it wasn't wholly his fault about how this summer turned out. That's because there's another character here, his stepdaughter. She will be referred to as S from here out. While I'm at it, Great Uncle will also be R and S' daughter will be K. K is pretty cool, though, so you probably won't see her here as much as the other two, considering.

So, S is an interesting lady. She is about as old as my mother and acts like she's 22 still. Nothing against her wanting to be that way, but it made it very difficult to genuinely talk with her or see her at any point that wasn't on her time and when she was in town. Most of the summer, she barely came to visit despite everything. Every weekend, she went out partying or camping or out of town/state because she couldn't handle all the stuff with R. You can guess who that fell to, obviously. And the fact that S assumed I was gonna take care of him for her anyway, bleh. Yes, as he's family and I care about the people I care about, but assuming all that and I had to find this out later and from someone else? Not a great impression there.

Took a dinner break here, so where was I? I visited him in the hospital when I could, mostly. He was moved around so much and going through procedures and the like I barely caught him in passing. The day he was let out and moved to rehab, however, I was sure to go visit him ASAP. I made sure he was settled, met the nurses taking care of him and the schedules for medication.

He didn't have an amazing time there, according to him. However, this is because of two very important details: He didn't want to be there and wanted to be home already and that he needed to complete rehab to get home. You can probably imagine where this is going, yes. He refused to do his bare minimum of exercises and the like and then wondered why they were keeping him longer, even though they wanted to see him go and make a full recovery.

Another detail that's important is that one of the doctors in the hospital sent him to rehab with a defibrillator vest. This doctor apparently didn't explain it to him, any of his nurses at the hospital, none of them at the rehab center and most of all, me. So, this was a 6-pound burden for us all that reeeeally pissed him off especially. The damn thing would beep for any reason and while there was a book for each beep, every message shared the same beep! You wouldn't know the reason until you cross-checked the manual! And the damn battery pack kept nailing him in the shin, too. Augh.

Eventually, after a short time and a big tantrum from him that required S and I to be there for his patient review (in which S also had a breakdown because of this), he finally realized he couldn't get out until he kept the vest on and did the harder exercises to build up enough strength to be let go to go back home. And then he was, about the second to last week of August. And that's when I moved in to be his caretaker and help him with stuff around the house while he got used to it again.

The longest part came next, all his follow-ups with doctors he saw in the hospital to give him a clean bill of health to drop the defibrillator vest fully or drop it to get an internal one installed. All these follow-ups took end of August through to the end of September and his patience for everything was so worn thin. Every little thing agitated him and he never wanted to do anything extra outside of what he HAD to do. It was very frustrating for everyone involved trying to help him, myself included.

Finally, we came to October 2nd. The day he finds out about the vest and his medical stuff going forward. We go in and see the doctor. He's a very nice man and he's doing his best to do his job and let R know that, while he should be okay to take off the vest now, he needs to still be careful as he could plummet in health at any moment if he overdoes anything or even does super nothing (ya know, stagnant type nothing). Of course, R only heard that he could take the vest off and that's what he was waiting for. He was suddenly very energetic and headstrong that the doctor then quickly tried to let him know we'd still need to see him in a few months and make sure everything is okay. He even offered we come in later in the week for him to get a light defib shock to fix his heart rate from afib.

This, of course, is not what R wanted to hear. He was done, as far as he was concerned, and didn't want to do anything else. It started with a 'No.' and soon turned into a full screaming match, only from his side, to the doctor just trying to make sure he'd be alright going forward. Once the doctor realized there was nothing he could do to change R's mind, mostly from a motion from me that it wasn't worth the argument, he dismissed us as professionally as he could and everything. We left and I grabbed his card, just in case anything happens, ya know?

We're downstairs and he's so proud of himself for that outburst. He got what he wanted to hear and wasn't going to take anything else for anything he didn't want to hear or realize. We went to lunch and I just sort of clammed up for the rest of the day because it wasn't worth the effort. He didn't apologize after he calmed down or anything. He was just so proud of himself and it pretty much made me feel nauseated.

Since that was just a week or so ago from this, he started to get a big head. He was good to go and didn't need anymore doctors or meds and or anyone to help him. He started getting visibly and vocally frustrated with me, so I figured that was a good time for a short break from each other. Went back once or twice to get my stuff like clothes and food from living there for two-to-three months and then saw him off that last Saturday for October 7th. I was so anxious and everything, especially with hoping he'd be alright while I was gone.

I told S and K I'd be taking a week vacation and then go back to pre-cardiac episode (once a week every Wednesday or whatever day if he had appointments). Never heard back from S, but I thanked me for everything I had done all summer and said my kindness and love would be paid back in time. One of my great aunts, married to one of R's brothers, said the same thing. I believe them both when they said that too. I didn't need it, but I guess affirmation and validation that I did a good thing was worth it, after all it had taken out of me.

And then I went to Missouri to visit my girlfriend (@somechubbynerd ) for a week. I was so relaxed and so forced to not do anything I didn't have to that I sort of just existed in a time and limbo of bliss? I have high anxiety as it is and, not feeling it for the first time in years, I sort of didn't know what to do with myself?

My girlfriend helped loads with that, though, by guiding me through places she wanted to take me and spend time with me. We cuddled and watched YouTube together. We baked cookies and made a chicken fettuccine dinner together. We went to the zoo together and then to one of her favorite restaurants in the same day. She made me so at ease and helped me be myself for once that I sort of just was so mind-numbed into pure bliss and peace with myself.

It felt great, looking back, but I just genuinely didn't know what to do about it. I hadn't felt that in years and I am still feeling it as I write this now. It feels so nice and so calming. This is awesome, given that I actually went in to urgent care for a panic attack that was gonna put me out for a few days, back in June/July. It sucked so much, but I'm glad they helped me recover so quickly. I couldn't afford to be down for too long. I am so essential to everyone around me and to be there for them, even if I know that they all can't always be there for me.

My girlfriend, as well as a few others, made me realize I probably need to start saying no more. Not because it's to be a bastard, but I can't give myself away like this again and again and get so little in return or no time to recover from the last thing. Obviously, I should still do stuff on a basis I choose, but yeah. Maybe I should say no a little more. It also made me realize that, while not anyone's particular fault, my summer was stolen from me. This summer was planned between my girlfriend and I, as well as a few mutual friends, to work together on art, writing and projects we have been invested in for a year or more and have to keep putting off due to life and work stuff. This was gonna be the summer we were all available...and then we weren't.

I'm still processing these last three months and the year or more so far, since I finally had a break long enough to realize what's going on with myself and my life and someone to bounce my thoughts off of that I couldn't with family. It has opened my eyes a bit more about my circumstances and what the near future might hold for me. I miss my girlfriend so much already and I felt so bad I wasn't crying as much as she was when she had to drop me back off at the train station, but I guess I was still processing it too?

Yeah, still processing things. Probably for a bit, too. I'll probably need some time to ease back into things here. All my blogs and what I was doing before sort of disappearing for a long time and also being interrupted from a lot of threads I wanted to continue or even start. I hope you all can be patient and understanding with me and I'll do my best to do the same. I love y'all and nothing will ever change that, okay? I just need some time to figure myself out again. Yeah. Just need more time...

#the goober speaks #irl stuff #long post #auuuuugh

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~ 100 Facts about my WHB MC!! ~

So I did this with Mara on my Obey Me Tumblr but let's do 100 facts of Mirjami as we get into the story to get a feel for her <3

1. Mirjami was born February 15th 1997, making her an Aquarius Sun, Cancer Moon, and Sagittarius Rising

2. Mirjami's Father is Arab and her mother is Israeli making her mixed but looking more Israeli. When they died she was adopted by a nice Greek Couple making her understand a bit of it

3. Mirjami is actually 5'8 and weighs 185 lbs making her a bit chubby but she tries to stay active

4. While Mirjami loves her adoptive parents they weren't exactly receptive to her leaving her to be a very awkward lonely child when she was younger

5. Mirjami was actually pretty slow as a child making her very immature despite her age (she actually was held back and had to go to a specialized course because of her slowness and to help with her communication skills)

6. Interestingly however despite being slow there are certain subjects she excelled in such as music/writing/art

7. Mirjami is actually a bit older than Minhyeok but because of her slower development she got along with him a bit more than others

8. Mirjami is someone who ALWAYS had someone or needed to be taken care of leaving some to see her as a burden or leech

9. Minhyeok and Mirjami were friends since they were young but Mirjami never saw him as anything more because she felt he deserved better

10. When Mirjami was a teenager she never could make friends because she felt too awkward and timid around other girls and boys (Minhyeok is the only person she feels comfortable with during this time)

11. When Mirjami graduated from high school her parents moved back to Greece and she chose to stay wanting to support herself through college

12. Mirjami always loved singing and often partook in plays or musicals because of her fondness for it

13. Mirjami met her baby daddy/ex-husband Freshman year of college. She was studying music and art and he studied biochemistry. The two dated through college until Junior year where she got pregnant

14. When Mirjami got pregnant the two decided to marry but the marriage eventually got annulled because her ex Ahmed felt as though they rushed things or were making a bad decision and didn't actually want to tie down Mirjami

15. When Mirjami gave birth to Munira she dropped out of college to raise the child majority time while Ahmed went to college and got his degree

16. When Ahmed graduated college he got more custody of Munira than before and the two coparent amicably having a deep fondness for each other that has grown platonic on Ahmed's side

17. Mirjami actually is pretty poor and she lives in a trailer park with her pet dog "Pom Pom". When she visits Minhyeok she does so to clean his home a bit or imagine herself having a home like his for her and her daughter

18. Mirjami is incredibly close to their daughter and sings songs for her constantly it being a source of comfort

19. Munira is a very bright girl leading to some to joke that for as dumb or ditzy as Mirjami is she was lucky to have such a smart child. She doesn't mind this but she feels bad she can't do more

20. Mirjami dreams of returning to college to finish getting her degree and wants to compose songs

21. Mirjami is an Assistant Manager at a gas station and works very hard to keep things together- Most of her coworkers like her becomes she's so maternal and sweet

22. Mirjami loves to bake and enjoys cooking always willing to make big meals for her family

23. Mirjami doesn't ever really talk about herself she always hypes up people close to her

24. Mirjami isn't actually very perverted as she doesn't have time and actually got used to watching things too sanitized

25. Mirjami once put a child lock on her computer but forgot the password hence why she's always at Minhyeok's searching things up

26. Mirjami still loves Ahmed and while she tried to move on for his sake it's clear to everyone she would go back to him in a heartbeat

27. Mirjami hates violence and yelling and gets scared and uncomfortable when people aside from Minhyeok Munira or Ahmed touch her

28. When Mirjami met Satan she was scared of him but seeing him save Minhyeok made her trust him

29. Mirjami consistently gets ignored or talked down to leading her to timidly just take whatever people call her

30. While Mirjami is awkward and weird it's implied she has a lot of bottled up anger and emotions implying she's more Wrath oriented than any other sin

31. Mirjami's goal is to help the Devils drive back angels but also so they could help protect her daughter

32. Mirjami loves her daughter immensely and often turns murderously serious at the thought of her getting hurt

33. Mirjami loves small fluffy animals and wants another pomeranian. She has a weakness for cute things

34. Mirjami loves to sew and knit and often makes clothes and things for her daughter

35. Mirjami often thinks of Ahmed and how she wishes they were together again even if it was the right decision

36. Mirjami is actually shocked when people are sexually attracted to her because she still feels like a weirdo when around others

37. Mirjami is heterosexual but is implied to be curious of exploring

38. Mirjami loves horses and always wanted to take her daughter to the stables

39. Ahmed loved Mirjami but it's implied another reason he left her is because he felt like she would always be a follower to his wants when he wants an equal partner

40. Mirjami hates when people argue and fight because she is like an emotional sponge who absorbs others' emotions

41. Mirjami was openly disgusted with the "needing essence to survive" and currently tries to pretend it's anything but what it is

42. Mirjami's favorite food is Mediterranean Food or Shawarma and Falafels

43. Mirjami is actually terrified of the ocean and doesn't know how to swim

44. While Mirjami is a bit slow at times she's very perceptive of others' intentions especially when it concerns her daughter and keeping her safe

45. Mirjami favorite type of person are those who are fatherly kind and strong

46. Mirjami doesn't actually have sexy underwear; she wears cotton undies that are pastel color and she gets surprised when she gets sexy underwear

47. Mirjami used to have an imaginary friend and she often reminisces about them missing them. Minhyeok doesn't like them

48. Mirjami loves working at the Gas Station but never notices when people perv on her because her mind is elsewhere

49. Mirjami doesn't like to drink any alcohol/in general. Her favorite drinks are Shirley Temples

50. Mirjami has always dreamt of having a family (husband house and her daughter) but gets embarrassed talking about it because she imagines it with Ahmed mostly

51. Mirjami is very worrying and doting to everyone making her seem as if she's a worry wart or does too much

52. Mirjami feels ashamed she dropped out of college and while she tries to say she did it for her daughter she sometimes misses the days before pregnancy in her lowest moments

53. While Mirjami is a decent parent Munira in turn is actually very protective of her and tries to take care of her mother

54. With Munira being incredibly smart and intelligent Mirjami will often go out of her way to take odd jobs so her daughter could have the best education

55. Mirjami falls asleep in movie theaters and during movies often

56. Mirjami often cries because she is very sensitive

57. Mirjami loves and adores her daughter so much that she always tells herself the sex with demons is for her sake

58. Mirjami loves cuddling or being held and will often try to push herself into the arms of those she's comfortable with

59. Mirjami loves Zodiac stuff and crystals and has a lot of amtheyst in her room

60. Mirjami is ambidextrous but was forced to use her right hand more

61. Mirjami's voice is very girlish and sweet leading people to sometimes remark she sounds like a fairytale princess

62. Mirjami is a bit embarrassed about her freckles

63. A bit tmi but Mirjami actually doesn't like using condoms and enjoys sex from behind. She will never tell anyone but it's... Easy to see her tune change after it when she needs Demon essence.

64. Mirjami's favorite color is pink and she loves receiving carnations and lilies

65. Mirjami is actually afraid of getting yelled at and thunder/lightning so when she hears it she often cuddles her daughter/dog/cute thing close for comfort

66. Mirjami is a certified dog parent and was worried to death angels would hurt her dog. The pom currently lives with Minhyeok now

67. Mirjami's Pomeranian is names Pom Pom. As you can see Mirjami is very original with names

68. Mirjami gets overwhlemed easily so she often likes to sit alone to recuperate and her singing and tunes sort of helps her mind focus

69. Sexually Mirjami is too sensitive: You could kiss her a bit too harsh and she'll be whiney or tell you to be gentle. Makes the sex with the Demons very intense with her

70. Mirjami had always wanted to cut her hair but doesn't because her daughter likes it long

71. Mirjami learnt to like reading by her daughter and reads a lot of kid books so she can talk about them with her baby girl

72. Mirjami loves volunteering at school events and is the more "present" parent than Ahmed making her disappearance very distressing for Munira

73. Mirjami and Minhyeok actually went through a period of time where they didn't talk when she was married briefly; It was mostly on him and Ahmed as Ahmed didn't feel comfortable with their friendship and its one of the few dark parts of their friendship

74. On that note while Mirjami cares deeply for Minhyeok and Ahmed she does sometimes wonder if her friendship with Minhyeok caused her marriage to Ahmed to end but she doesn't bring it up because she's scared Minhyeok will get mad or leave her

75. Aside from that Minhyeok is one of the few allowed to babysit Munira because Mirjami trusts him so much

76. Mirjami HAS clicked on weird porn links before. She keeps thinking it's a message from a potential friend or she's supporting a niche website but then she sees titties and gets shocked

77. Mirjami clicks on links so many times the child lock is sometimes more for her than Munira

78. Mirjami has a pretty buxom figure and while she never noticed it it's been a source to why she's popular at the Gas Station or outside. She genuinely believes people are just being nice.

79. Mirjami loves to get magazines that have perfumes and lotions and jewelry just because she likes to pretend she'll buy those someday

80. Mirjami has a license but is often too shaky to drive. She loves walking everywhere

81. While Mirjami lives in a trailer she's made it her mission to make it a cozy home on the inside so when her daughter visits she feels safe and comfortable

82. Mirjami spoils her daughter immensely to the point she gave her the bigger room in her house so her daughter had space. It's not out of any malicious intentions she just loves her daughter too damned much not to

83. Mirjami had always felt Solomon's connection but never gave it much thought as she always felt a bit weird

84. Mirjami is often overwhelmed by the lavish castles and furnishing the Devils have. She was so used to going without it surprises her

85. Some of the demons have made Mirjami cry before. She's sensitive and cries easily so she always clings to the more dominant protective energy in the room

86. Mirjami still carries a photo of her on her wedding day with her husband and a photo of her family because those were the happiest days of her life

87. While Mirjami regrets dropping out of college she never regrets having her daughter as she felt partly she was always meant to be a mother

88. While not exactly permissive Mirjami HATES disciplining Munira as it makes her want to cry if she sees her daughter upset in any way

89. Mirjami is very curious of Solomon and actually kind of sad since her daughter won't get to meet her magical grandpa

90. Mirjami is very shy about it but she kind of likes soft degrading IF it's mixed with loving words ( You can call her stupid but also tell her you love and cherish her or she will cry )

91. Though Mirjami doesn't say it- It deeply upsets her when Sitri or other demons only call her "Solomon" it makes her feel unloved or unseen and she kind of veers away if they won't acknowledge her

92. Mirjami loves to paint and wants to do it often even if she hates getting paint on herself (she's SUPER delicate and precise when painting honestly)

93. Mirjami HAS snapped before and it's kind of implied that when she snaps things get REALLT ugly because she puts 100% her whole emotions into it (it usually leaves her drained or sobbing afterwards so she tries not to get mad)

94. Mirjami's greatest fear is scaring her daughter or making Munira dislike her. She wants desperately for her daughter to love her and be with her

95. Because of Mirjami's fear of the ocean she's never been on boats and is actually not a fan of flying either

96. Mirjami can't handle too many positions changes unconsciously after sex with demons she limps slightly. Be it because it's in her head or because she's still reliving it those moments makes it very easy to see where her mind is still at afterwards

97. While Mirjami has plans for the future and wants to go back to college she's actually content to put her whole life on hold so her daughter can be happy (she's not a multitasker she'd rather invest herself 100% in one part of her life than bettering the other)

98. Mirjami still wants to be married and belong to someone but given doesn't actually think that's possible with the Demons

99. Mirjami has been described to come off Aloof from a distance. It's not something she intends but when she's not on the register or just in her day to day she seems lost in her head

100. Mirjami doesn't regret helping the demons. She wishes there could be peace but she would honestly destroy the 2 Realms just to make sure her daughter was safe and lived her life happy

#what in hell is bad #what in hell is bad mc #whb #what in hell is bad solomon's descendant #whb mc #whb mc 100 facts #This was a lot i'm sorry if its scatterbrained but i kind of imagine her less intense than my OM MC #My OM MC is a dommy mommy - This MC is just a mommy

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