After saving the land before them Zelda and link were tied and they need to sleep. So they went on there Horse to the Village to Linkâs house. As Zelda was so happy she was also glad to know that all that had happened was all in the past.
Zelda was so happy to not be in the Castle trying to stay awake. Everything was fine now she was with Link. When they got about 4 hours away Zelda saw that there were some people out in the distance. She had not seen people in forever she said to link to set up camp for the night and she would go talk to the people and she would come back with some food so they could cook.
Link looked at the people in concern I will be fine just go set up camp he nodded his head. Zelda loved to see the blue sky and the birds and the sway of the grass she never wanted to it to end. When she started talking to the people they were a little of but she just thought that they were excited to see her they just offered bananas to her. All at once she remembered that Link told her about a Yiga clans they would look like a normal person but they were not.
she screamed âLinkâ he came running at full speed and right on time the Yiga clan members were not the week kind but the much harder to kill ones. One did have a bow though Link killed the one with a sword first but the one with a bow was so fast Link told Zelda to run back to camp she didnât want to leave him alone but she went behind a big rocks and hid.
Zelda Hurd nothing but a sweet sound of a little bird chirping in the distance. Then she heard a scream it sounded like a link she ran all the way to him the Yiga was not dead but it retreated because it has fulfill its duties. It had shot Link right in the chest with his bow 4 times he was wheezing and gasping for air. Link grabbed two of the arrows and pulled them out. Zelda squinted with fear she knew that it needed to be tended to right away. But all she had was bananas and a small cloth she was watching him grab the other two arrows and he was pulling them out. He Was in a great amount of pain. She tried to talk to him for the very first time she said â we need to get you to a stable first but we then will rush to Hatnao villageâ. Link tried to speak but the pain took over.
âshh you need to save your strength right nowâ Zelda said. She could tell that he Was in A lot of pain. Blood started to turn his clothes red and Zelda new that she will need to hurry or he wouldnât make it! she said to him can you get on the horse he said. I-can try-to get onâŚ. She was getting so worried that he wouldnât be able to make it. She helped him get on the horse and they started to ride.
after about an hour or so it started to get worse they were about 20 minutes away from the staple. And he fell off his horse Zelda jumped off and rushed to the side. He was Groaning with pain as much more blood came out. At this time he was as white as the cloud He was barely breathing and struggling when he was. They finally got to a stable she found some cloth and wiped off the wound with some water. He was wincing with pain she didnât want it to be painful but she wanted to be clean.
she turned one of the horses in so they could ride together in and he can rest. Zelda did not notice how much blood he had Lost buddy was struggling because of the blood loss they were almost to the village about only 30 minutes away when it started to get worse blood was rushing out now and Zelda was worried. The time before his eyes were open but his eyes started the clothes slowly.
Zelda knew it had to be because of blood loss or was that the reason she turned around and stop the horse she put her hand to Linkâs for head he had a very high fever. She knew that the fever was going to cause some pain and some discomfort but she knew she had to get to the village that was all of her concern. when she made it to the village people came running out of their houses link was not awake anymore so They took him to his house and laid him down on the bed. Zelda fell asleep on the bedside Well they tend to his wounds.
She was still very worried for him but than her friend pura came in she said check it her normal thing she looked at link and said what happened Zelda explain to the story as pura made some food on the stove for when he woke up and fore them of course. They talked for hours then Link woke up wai-r am I⌠donât worry youâre in your house he fell back asleep after about 20 minutes he was obviously exhausted from blood loss and a fever. After he was all better and able to walk again I Zelda and him continue their adventures as one! The end. Thank you so much for your kindness and your help for your love and kindness always gives me energy.â¤ď¸â¤ď¸â¤ď¸ I just want to ask if you can draw like a little seen out of this you are such an inspiration to me đ
Hello! Thank you for all your kind words!! I'm really happy if I can give you energy; thank you for all your kindness and positivity as well! I always see you tagging people just to say nice things to them; it's really sweet and always makes me smile! đđđ
Thank you so much for sharing your story! I really enjoyed reading it!! I don't take requests, but I did imagine this based on your story! (I'm sorry if it's not exactly what you had in mind!)
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period cramps so bad i have to crawl instead of walk because walking hurts too much đ
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Saw that Hagakure having no costume in canon makes your blood boil. It gets worse! Have you seen the latest colorspread of Hagakure? She's naked.
I have not seen the new color spread of Hakagure but I do now live in fear of it yet am completely unsuprised
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HI MIAAA just have... Hobie brainrot... About little details in every day life like đđ him nonchalantly pulling u by the waist so he's on the side of the street facing the road, him towering you in the bus or underground, blocking you from the big mass of bodies or any possible creeps (had my share when bus is too crowded đ), or giving you the window seat because ita your favorite and that way he can block u from the aisle and protect u like with the street thing đĽšđĽš letting you fall asleep in his shoulder or hugging his arm. Sitting always in the chair facing the door when u go to a cafe or a pub, so he can watch out for any possible threats that could come in and be ready for them, so u can rest assured and enjoy ur time. Letting you play with his rings when you're bored or anxious, holding you tight when you hide a bit behind him if you're too shy when he first introduces you to his friends, his hand giving u a reassuring squeeze. !!! EXCHANGING BATTLE JACKETS <<333333 maybe yours fits him a little shorter but its so cute... Such a bonding act.... Making patches or diy badges for each other's jackets too!!! Painting each other nails and kissing the knuckles for every nail painted đâ¤ď¸â¤ď¸ i could go on and on. I LOVE HIM!!!!
VIVI I SCREECHED INTO MY MATTRESS WHEN I READ THIS OH MY LORD ABOVE
iâd like to elaborate, if you donât mindâ
his brain was so wired to protect you that half the things he did werenât even consciously (cupping his hand around corner of tables or cupboards so you donât hurt yourself/hit your head, steering you to the other side of the pavement, away from the road, etc.). of course, you knew having spider-man as a boyfriend, youâd be safer than most, but when the mask comes off and itâs just your hobie, dark eyes lidded, watching you through his lashes as he towers you at the packed bus stop, cuffed arm pressed above your head, you knew nothing bad could ever touch you.
something about him mindlessly towering you on the tube just. wow. itâd be packed, rush hour hitting and he swore he couldâve just swung you both to your location, but you refused. swinging made you nauseous, and the tube wasnât all that bad. if you chose to sit down, his ringed hand would be glued to your thigh, not to be a flirt, but to ease your anxiety, know that youâre safe and that he was there. if itâs too busy, heâd let you play with each steel band, secretly calmed by the sensation.
standing up, however, heâd hold onto the railing on the roof, free hand on your hip to bring you flush against him, grip tightening at every bump and screech of the crooked underground carriages. you know it isnât his intention to tease you, but the way his body moved around yours at every turn, his cologne and natural scent inescapable with how close he held you, and the incredibly nonchalant intimacy of it all. something about the smirk that sat on his pierced lips, however, made you believe that his intentions arenât always mindless. anytime you questioned him about it, heâd brush off your accusations, simply saying;
âtoo many creeps around âere, darlinâ. gotta keep you safe.â
he trusts you with every part of him and more, but his trust for other people was non-existent at best. so, at the pub, he always liked to be able to feel you (within reason (or without, actually, he wasnât fussy)). whether itâs simply your knees pressed together, or you playing with his hands from across the table, arm snaked around your waist or shoulders as you sat next to him. heâd like to keep you away from the door, sandwiched between himself and his mates.
although he insists his intentions are strictly safety-related, heâd be lying through his teeth if he said that the visible rush of blood to your cheeks and falter in your voice as his hand slides across the skin of your thigh under the table, wasnât an added bonus. the smug prick.
heâd share everything with you, if itâs possible. clothes? yours. no question. jewellery? yours. badges, patches, safety pins with beaded designs? yours within a heartbeat. hell, you even had a collection of guitar picks on your bedroom dresser that heâd been dying to give you after special shows. you had no use for it, but the giddy smile he wore on his face as he kissed it between his lips and offered it to you, who are you to refuse that?
speaking of gifts; if he wasnât the one and only spider-man (well, of his dimension) then his criminal record would be miles long, purely because of the sheer amount of stuff he steals for you. heâs like a cat. anytime he leaves you for the day, heâll crawl back through your window with pockets full of tiny trinkets heâd robbed throughout the day. anything he sees that even remotely makes him think of you and heâs slyly sneaking it into his back pocket â and trust me, itâs a lot.
all in all, heâd go to insane lengths to keep you safe, and if heâs able to keep a smile on your face â and a blush on your cheeks â whilst he does it? then heâs a very happy man. loves you more than he could ever say, and hopes these little measures let you know that.
iâm violently in love with this man, i actually need to be sedated
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i will soften every edge, hold the world to its best | 3
summary ;; Sullys stick together. You learn the hard way what happens when you don't.
PART 2 | PART 4
pairings ;; dad!jake sully x reader, mom!neytiri x reader, sully family x reader
genre ;; pure angst and family feels
notes / explanations ;; descriptions of blood and violence incoming, beware! shout out to the ppl who predicted the stuff in this chapter LMAO
so um... i couldnt tag everybody who asked when i said i would... there's apparently a limit to how many people you can tag. please forgive me đ im not taking any tagging requests anymore since i cant do it. so sorry about that,,,, seriously
also, thank you so much for 1160 followers! i still cant fucking believe it... daddy issues solidarity đ¤đťđ¤đť
âHi there Corporal, you hear me? Yeah, I know you do. As much as Iâm charmed by the fatherly love I could give you a big old sloppy wet kiss, we have unfinished business.â
Rain covered the rustling of clothes and the click-clacks of readjusted weapons as concentrated silence hung in the air, thick and heavy like the morning mist swallowing up the forest.
No answer.Â
What face could your parents be making right now? Heartbeat in your ears, you tried to hide your shame by looking down, but a jerk on your queue set you straight. the avatar holding you digging his gun sharper in your neck.   Â
âWhat, cat got your tongue all of a sudden?â The leaderâs stare found yours. âLet me give you a quick remedy.âÂ
Theyâd linked your device into another for the sound to be relayed outside and the voice detection range could be wider, in other words, they wanted your father to hear what was happening to you. Your braid was yanked as if the one pulling it wanted to snap it right off your skull, no amount of training could stop the scream torn out of you â all the show just for him.Â
The line was deadly still, save for some rustling, crackling static that you could have easily mistaken for hissing.
A ghost of a smile shadowed the manâs face, he extended his rifle to tip your chin up. âGuess weâre gonna have to be louder than that to wake daddy up sweetheart.âÂ
âStop!â Father yelled, the unexpected timing of it made you jump. That earned him a group chuckle from the avatars around you. âStop.â
He talked. He didnât leave you to fend for yourself in this. Thank Eywa!
âThat was fast,â the captor behind you said.Â
âThought youâd have forgotten English by now, playing native.â
â...Quaritch?âÂ
Quaritch. That awful, awful man from the stories your mother killed? Spiderâs father? But⌠But he was dead. How could sky people know how to cheat death?
âIn the flesh.âÂ
Fatherâs voice wavered, youâd think he was scared if you didnât know any better. âThatâs impossible.â
âBack from the grave just for you, Jake.â
âThen Iâll just have to put you right back where you belong.â
The squad of avatars openly laughed at that, boisterous, confident, arrogant.Â
This was Toruk Makto they were openly mocking. None of them would last for one minute in front of him and yetâ
âQuite the teary lovers reunion weâre havinâ here, but you got busy while I was gone, huh?â He looked down at you again, yellow eyes filled with mirth. âI have this tiny bird here we plucked right out of the air. Imagine my surprise to learn sheâs yours. Is this the only one, or you got yourself a litter now?â
Silence again.Â
âWhat do you want?â
âStraight to the point as always.â The smug smile momentarily twitched into an unamused, withheld resentment. This man was nearing the end of his capacity to keep taunting. âI donât think Iâll tell yet. You know I love to be a tease.â
Your ears rotated upwards in treacherous hope at your father's next words. âIf you touch one hair on my daughterâs head I swear to godââ
âYou exchanged your god for this shithole, Jake. Letâs not kid ourselves now.â Any hint of playing around was gone, now, eyes fixated on something on the ground ahead. âYour daughter will be my guest for a while. Think of it as summer vacation. Donât worry, unlike the Naâvi, weâre very hospitable.â His thumb brushed over a button. âUntil next time.â
âFucking bastardââ
With one beep, the call was over. Quaritch was touching the band around his neck this time. âIron Sky, Blue on Actual. We are standing by for extract, over.âÂ
You began to tussle against the avatar behind your back. âNo! No! Let me go!âÂ
âBe advised. We're bringing in a high value prisoner.â
âDadâs really gonna flay her alive this time, I canât wait.â Loâak, positioned just behind the flap of the tent to not be seen from the outside as he peeked with one eyeball just in case, was watching his parents vehemently yell at each other in whispers that started out loud, but got hushed probably to not reach him and his siblings. Aggressive limb gestures were flying in the air, and at one point, his mom had tried to run off somewhere and was forcefully stopped.Â
Dad was currently pacing around like a wild animal with one hand permanently stuck rubbing his face, and mom turned away from him, holding her forehead. âTheyâre really going at it, huh?
Kiri was not amused with his insistence to breach their privacy. âWhatâs so interesting about watching this kind of thing?â
âCatharsis?â He remarked in English, feeling sophisticated. âYou remember Spider talking about it? Purification and emotional cleansing through relief that youâre not going through the horrible tragedy, the character on stage is.âÂ
âYouâre normally so dumb.â Loâak bore his fangs at her matter-of-fact tone of voice. âYour brain only comes back on when itâs about chaos.â
âIâm petty, and what about it?â A tilt of his head to dare Kiri to ask for her point, then his attention was thwarted by an incomprehensible cry from his mother. She was pushing dad from his arms, furious like Loâak had never seen before as the upset man tried to hold her more. âLook at mom and dad breathing fire at each other! You think theyâre discussing how to punish her?â
âStop spying already skxawng, mom will be angry if she sees you. Weâre supposed to be in bed.â
âShut up, Iâm trying to listen here!â His ears were tilting at every angle to make out any words that reached to him as nothing but a cluster of broken sounds. âWhy did they have to go far?âÂ
âBecause they wanted to be away from peeping toms like you?â
âAnd youâre still here too, so?â Loâak gave his sister a meaningful look. âI know you wanna see too.â
âUgh!â Kiri shoved out her tongue at him, eyes dead. âAnd itâs not funny, by the way! They are fighting. Stop being happy about it.â
He knew they were fighting about his older sister, and that sheâd get all the heat and fallout from it the moment she was back. Loâakâs head was full of what he could get out of it, or what to ask her for in return for helping her out in her detention. So satisfying to be the sibling who wasnât in trouble. He should do it more, actually. âIt is funny when itâs not about me.âÂ
âYouâre sick for taking joy in anotherâs suffering.â
âOh, Iâm doomed, then.â Kiri took whatever fat was on his thin arm between her thumb and forefinger, and twisted. Loâak had to blink away the tears that rushed to his eyes, snatching his limb away from the displeased girl and pushing her away in return â he was annoyed at how much that hurt, why was that so damaging for no reason? âYeouch! What the hell?â
âWill it kill you to practice mindfulness once in a while?âÂ
He raised his voiceâs pitch to mock the wobbly, ear-scratching whine of yours, and exaggerated his body movements to match, too. âI hate you!â Â
âGross.â She tried to shove him, he caught her hands in the air, pushing her back and getting the spiteful annoyance of his sister as a result. âDad was actually hurt by that.â Loâakâs eyes could roll down the hills by themselves the way that sounded, but Kiri, as always, was bothered so inexplicably. âI donât like this. I have a bad feeling.â
That bad feeling was the herald of dadâs upcoming cranky ill-temper and what would follow after you inevitably had to come crawling back home with tail between your legs, Neteyam dragging you from the scruff of your neck. Loâak was refusing to sleep so he could enjoy the fight.Â
âMe personally, am over the moon, ikran duty is so gonna be off my hands. For months.â He halted at the idea that just went off in his head, tail swishing with the hype. âI wanna tell Spider. Iâll go get him.â
âAbsolutely not. You sneak off now and theyâll laser-focus all the anger on you!â Kiri was pointing a warning hand at him, but slowly lowered it, one corner of her mouth twitching up. She was holding back amusement. âHey, you know what? Nevermind, you can go. I want you to go. I have to see this.â
âHa-ha.â Loâakâs tail stuttered, losing enthusiasm. âAttempted murder, much?â
âGuys, whatâs going onâŚâ
Upon the unexpected voice that wobbled its way into their conversation, they both looked down to see Tuk gripping her weaved blanket with one hand and dragging it on the floor as she made her way to them, the other rubbing her eyes one by one so sleep dripping from them would fly away.
âSee, you woke her up! What do we do now?â
âYou woke her up by yelling, why is it my fault now?â
âI didnât, youââ
âDid too.â
âDid not.â
âDid too.â
âDid nââ
âGuysâŚâ Tuk pulled on Kiriâs hand, and the foreign object she was clutching the whole time distracted Loâak. It must have dug into the older oneâs skin that she carefully picked it up to inspect. The ear pieces they took off before they went to sleep. This one was Kiriâs. âNeteyamâs calling. You didnât hearâŚâ
Grinning, Loâak snatched it up and skipped backwards and put it in his own ear, ignoring Kiriâs hushed yells to give it back now and the groans about ruining it with his stinky, cheesy earwax. He had to keep bouncing around, the girl was chasing him around the tent. âBro! Tell her sheâs sooo dead. Dadâs literally keeping guard in front of the tentââ
âLoâak, quit it.â Neteyamâs tremulous answer was harsh. Loâakâs smile wavered as he dodged Kiriâs arm and jumped over discarded cups on the floor, knocking over wooden spoons. âI need you to tell me whatâs happening over there.â
âAw, babyâs so scared to come back she needs to make a game plan first?â He laughed, slapping Kiriâs hands away. âIâll only tell if she gives back my karambit knife.â
His older brother sighed, a bit too exasperated.Â
âYeah, Iâm not letting that one go and Iâm also making it your problemââ
âLoâak, she isnât here.â
He stopped dead in his tracks. âWhat?â
âShe isnât here. I couldnât find her.â Kiri bumped into him, unable to stop herself at the right time to hit the brakes due to how abruptly Loâak had stilled. Theyâd almost tumbled over. âDad told me to wait until he contacts her and Iâve been waiting for minutes. Now tell me whatâs going on over there.â
âBro, youâre serious?â
âWhy wouldnât I be serious, skxawng!âÂ
He turned to Kiri in disgusted discomfort, who had damn-near glued her own ear to his to hear better. âForget months, Iâll be free for years. Dadâs not gonna let her take one step off the camp anymore.â
The girl would stomp her foot if she was a couple years younger. âWhatâs this about?â
And Neteyam would shake Loâak from the neck for ignoring him this long while he was fussing. âTell me already youâ!â
âTheyâre having a fight bro.â He leaned better to peep outside the tent. âYeah.â
âShe came back? Why didnât you tell me?â
It was uncommon for Neteyam to completely disregard the previous input heâd been given. Loâak didnât understand this level of anxiety. âAre you having a brain fart? Would we be having this conversation if she was here? Itâs mom and dad who are fighting.â
It wasnât that serious â on the contrary, his sister was quite simple to understand. She didnât want to be found and had changed her place of hiding. End of story. The golden boyâs worrywart nature was keeping him from reasoning.Â
âDonât be a smartass.â Loâak practically felt Neteyamâs want to land a loud smack on his back. âWere they only able to reach her, then? Is that why theyâre fighting?â
âYouâre asking me?ââ
The older boy began to grumble under his breath. âThis is why I called Kiri.â
Said girlâs ears perked up over picking her name from the static-surrounded line. Loâak snorted. âOuch, bro.â
Kiri shook him from the elbow. âMe? What about me?â
âGreat title for your autobiography.â
Kiri raised her arms to give him a beating and Loâak was already bolting away from anywhere near her vicinity. The siblings didnât even take notice of the line with Neteyam going dark as they focused on their own play-scuffle for a while.Â
Until Loâak bumped into someone.
It wasnât Tuk.Â
Shoulders pulled into himself, he turned around torturously freaked out to find dad standing there like a ghost, his tactical vest packed to the brim and gun hanging from his back the way they wore their bows.Â
The blue of his skin had faded into an ashier tone, amber eyes wide and bloodshot, the veins on the normally put together Oloâeyktanâs forehead were bulging, even a socially clueless person would pick up something was seriously wrong. He commanded cold authority of the battlefield simply by the way he stood, immediately triggering Loâak into soldier mode. Â
He took a few steps back, chin hanging low at the lightless, unblinking stare his father pushed down on him. âSir.â
All the sleepiness that had Tuk unresponsive and nodding off through Loâak and Kiriâs push-and-pull was knocked out of her at the sight, she was now unnerved and frightened. âDad?â
The manâs intensity was somehow eased by his youngestâs reaction, but he held back from taking her in his arms like he normally would to comfort her, didnât even care to remark on how they were supposed to be sleeping â how theyâd woken their little sister up, instead focusing on Loâak. âI want you all to listen well. Your mother and I are heading out for a minute and your grandmother will be with you soon â Neteyam is Oscar-Mike to come back here. Stay put and donât go anywhere, understand?â His finger pointed accusingly at him. âDonât cause trouble. Looking at you boy, what Iâm saying here is Marine proof. Iâm at the end of my wits here, donât even think about slipping a tail out of this tent.âÂ
The potent severity of whatever the hell was making him this agitated to the point of a voice so hoarse it was unrecognizable got the wheels in Loâakâs head whirring. âWhatâs happening, dad?â
âOne child!â The thundering shout came down on him with the force of a falling mountain, making Loâak jump out of his skin. âI need one child of mine to listen to me without asking any questions today!â Dadâs voice broke when Tuk whined, he shut his eyes as if he was in physical pain, and flexed his jaw, shaking his head and pulling the girl in from her shoulders to soothe her. Still no direct hugging. âJesus Christ.â
âIâm sorry sir,â Loâak said immediately, distraught by the over-the-top reaction, hands unknowingly curling into fists by his sides. Whenever that sky people word âJesusâ slipped from dad not having any control between the border of his two languages, the boy knew it was demanding gravitas. âI heard you CFB.â
âGood.â He thinned his lips. âKiri, please.â
Loâak frowned at dad basically asking for her to play her brotherâs keeper in Neteyamâs absence in two simple words.
She nodded. âI know dad.â
He caught a glimpse of his mother running in the distance, her fatherâs bow in her hand.Â
Just what was happening? What had you done?Â
Eywa, it had to be sky people.Â
Dad saw the realization in his face. âStay,â he emphasized, one final time before he was also gone with the wind.Â
Loâak wouldnât have obeyed if it wasnât for his grandmother arriving just in time, keeping them busy with a story about the arrival of a wounded ikran with no rider.
You realized the gunshot wound puncturing your upper abdomen was there the whole time when the avatars put first aid and later slapped a rectangular sky people bandage on it that helped clotting or whatever it was called, the pain simply not being there had played a big factor in it with the body running on pure adrenaline.Â
(Crouching close to you, Quaritch had bragged, âWe arenât so bad after all, huh, sweetheart? Itâs called civilization. Your daddy ever taught you about that?â
Civilization, your ass. They needed you. There was nothing well-meaning about what they were doing.
And the nickname had ticked you off, sullying the good memories of father, your head slammed into his nose in full power after a hiss.
âNow my daddy taught me that!â you spat in English as other avatars had tackled you. The man claiming to be Quaritch was smiling as he wiped away the blood trickling down his nose.
What was the point in trying to patch you up if they were going to do this, then?)
You were now a part of an elaborate trap to lure your father in. Bait. The worst position to be in. This was the kind of trouble Loâak would get himself in. It was too late to go back now, the mess youâd gotten yourself into had made itself known.Â
Think, think! How could you get out of this?
Within the unsleeping forestâs nightly noises chirping all around you, a specific call in the air halted your train of thought.Â
It was mom.Â
Your parents were here. But how? How did they know where you were, exactly? Dread and expectation pooled in your heart, coexisting in a nauseating mix.Â
Father must be thinking that you already caused so much trouble, they couldnât know you were also hurt, youâd never hear the end of it.
But there was no time to think, the pain you should have been feeling was ebbing its way into your body, and she was calling in the night to inform you to get ready.
All hell broke loose when the man who held you tight from your queue was shot right from the back of his head with an arrow, collapsing right on top of you.Â
You couldnât get away in time to not be crushed by his dead body and promptly got squished between the mossy soil and him, his gun was hurting you, the wound on your stomach getting in the way of you using your core to push the body off.Â
How many minutes had passed with you struggling to get him off as a hurricane of bullets roared, you didnât know (it hurt, pain was climbing towards the threshold) â mom was able to break free from the weight of a whole AMP suit, as youâd heard as a child, a Naâvi was naturally strong, but you couldnât even crawl out. Panic was a rope tightening around your ribcage as your breathing picked up
All of a sudden, the weight was gone, and the only remaining thing from it was the big gun left from the avatar you found yourself hugging for dear life, eyes wide as saucers. Before you could see whoever had done that, you got hoisted up right back on your feet and tried to run, only to be held tighter and pulled behind the trunk of a tree.
âHey, itâs me, itâs me!â Clumsy, overwrought hands were cupping your cheeks and â and oh, it was your father.Â
You didnât know whether to be afraid or cry from happiness.
Once he was sure you registered it was him by staring intently in your eyes with that edge of the softness youâd missed so much, his hold shifted to your neck and around your shoulders, and he gave you a look-over, checking for any wounds. Too bad what he was searching for was behind the gun you were holding. âAre you hurt?â He shook you when you were too stunned to answer. âAre you hurt at all?â
âNo,â you shook your head automatically, it was weak against the explosions of bullets raining down all around you, but father had picked it up regardless, only focusing on you for the moment.
In the darkness, nobody could see the blood running down your body, that bandage had come out at one point.Â
âOn my mark, weâre gonna run, okay?â He nodded to you, tomahawk axe in hand coated in a dark substance, commanding your full attention. âFollow me. Ready? Ready?â
You werenât ready at all, stomach feeling like it was being stabbed at every heartbeat, but you couldnât tell him that.Â
Instead, you ran like hell, moored by fatherâs taut clutch on your forearm pulling you forward to match his incredible speed dodging roots, bushes and branches.Â
Things stopped moving only when you were enveloped in momâs embrace, consciousness almost flying off from the relief that washed over you. Kisses were peppered along your hairline and forehead, her mumbling your name in gratitude blending with your panting. Tears burned bitter in your eyes, but you couldnât cry, not when father was looking at you like that, chest rising and falling. You instantaneously remembered why you were holding that gun at the intensity he was radiating, tail escaping between your legs and letting mom hold you.Â
At least this way he wasnât able to objurgate you. Â
Over her shoulder, you saw three ikrans instead of two. Heart soaring, you were skipping towards him in pure astonishment in a heartbeat. âHey buddy!â Â
His head lowered down towards you in bird-like movements. In this angle, it looked like he was giving you a razor sharp-toothed big grin.Â
âHe brought us here,â your mother said. The hand you were going to pet the ikran with stopped midway at her dejected tone. âYou have passed Iknimaya, I take it. On your own.â
You didnât know what to say, feeling immense guilt at having made her this disappointed over it. If this was any normal situation, any normal fight at all, you would have shot back with, âWell father told me to do it.â
But you were tired.Â
Your pain threshold was being threatened, and you needed to get to your grandmother before any of your parents saw the situation you were in and this escalated into the worst fight you were going to get into in your entire life.Â
Fatherâs only response was a dead cold, âCâmon, we gotta get outta here.â
He didnât talk to you after that. Not one word.Â
Squatting on an ikranâs back on a flight with an abdominal gunshot wound you were trying to hide was not an option unless you wanted to pass out midair and was looking for a free dive, so you were all but hugging the poor thingâs neck like a monkey, trusting him to follow your parents while you concentrated on mentally fighting to level out the pain.Â
Nonsensical as it was to believe the gun stuck between your ikranâs neck and your stomach was acting as a tampon to lessen the bleeding, you were concerned with how dumb it must have looked to father and mom, how incompetent they must think of you that their daughter didnât even know how to ride right.Â
Got an ikran for nothing.Â
Would they be less proud of you seeing how funny it appeared, nevermind that it was to contain your pain all the while not trying to faint?
But no words were exchanged about it.Â
Father clamping up right after heâd made sure you werenât hurt (yikes) had resulted in this awkward trip succumbing in total silence. They had sandwiched you between them, only necessary space for the ikrans to beat their wings freely left, so close that you could discern the scariest look on father yet, deepening the lines of age in his face while simultaneously expressing his barely contained desire to kill someone.Â
A ticking time bomb.Â
Forget speaking at all, but not only did he never address you until now, he didnât even look in your direction for once. You knew because staring at him for five minutes straight for him to just acknowledge your existence had proven to be unfruitful.Â
And the tears involuntarily streamed down your cheeks with how utterly worthless and alone that made you feel, trapped in this agony you couldnât help but hide because heâd think you didnât deserve to complain after bringing it upon yourself. You would rather bite your tongue and bear the pain than stay dreading his reaction.Â
Yeah, no, he couldnât know.Â
Mom was looking over at you every one minute to make sure you were okay after her ears picked up on your sniffles, arrows of worry shot from her side sinking down your skin every single time, and you hated to make her this way.Â
Your ikran kept comforting you through tsaheylu until you landed.
Father had promptly jumped down, agile and making haste away somewhere, passing you by and giving the cold shoulder. You all but slid off your own ikran, managing to make the gun stay where it should be, as you couldnât help but weakly call out to him for one drop of consolation. âFatherâŚâ
He didnât stop for you, quickening his steps, but his ears twitched, the tail beating the air ferociously halting and lowering before it returned to the previous motions, and those were the only indications that heâd heard it Lima Charlie.
The man just didnât want to talk to you.   Â
And you had to make yourself believe it wasnât the emotional devastation that had you falling down, but the wound sucking out all your energy now that you had gotten to safety.Â
âMaâite?â Mom rushed to you. âMaâite, whatâs wrong? What is it?â
âIâm okay, mom, itâs okay.â You were sitting on the floor, cross-legged. Thank goodness you still had the unbreakable willpower (and not the fear of Eywa put into you by father) to hold your shit together. âIâm okay. Just tired. My knees buckled. Weak, you know?â You swallowed, smiling. âIâm just⌠Just resting.â
Her gaze full of concern studied you, zeroing in on the gun you clung on for dear life against your stomach. Her hands lovingly brushed your hair, gripped your shoulders and elbows even though you were disgustingly clammy all over. It was grounding, anchoring within the ocean of pain washing over you in waves.Â
âOh, why are you sweating so much? Youâre freezing.â You clutched the gun harder in a panic when she grasped it, most likely to put it away. It was the wrong reaction to have, but you werenât exactly in the position to function healthily.Â
Mom, as any other person would, got suspicious from it, her eyes flying up to your owlish ones â blanked out like a frightened animal. âYouâre fine now,â she whispered, thankfully attributing it to how disturbed you must be, still not out of survival mode. âYou are safe, my daughter. Mom is here.â She cupped your cheek, but every touch to your body hurt now, even when it was away from the gaping wound, still gushing blood, trickling down your hips and getting you scared that itâd be discovered once you stood up. âIâm here.â She searched your soul to know just why you were grimacing at her attempts of comforting. âI will take this now, you do not need it anymore.â
You snapped out of the gradually darkening gray haze momâs lulling was laying you down gingerly into. âNo, please donât,â your breathing hitched. She was going to see. She couldnât see. You had to avoid this somehow, as long as you could. Grandmotherâs tent. You would make it, you had to. âIâll⌠Iâll just sit here for a while, okay? I need to just⌠take a small break, and then Iâll⌠Can you go back? Iâll follow later. Father is angry, I donâtââ
âNonsense.â Incredulous and enraged suddenly about something you couldnât put a finger on, and before you could stop her, she tried to haul you up with her by gripping your upper arms â colors exploded behind your eyelids, getting you you to lose consciousness for two seconds, your vision flooding back in a starry kaleidoscope. When momâs voice reached your ears, it was in staccato exclaims your ears were ringing too much to discern. She was shaking you.Â
You werenât able to sit up straight anymore, leaning forward â mom had caught you, utterly confused and panicked at the same time. And then your head was lying on the crook of her elbow resting on her legs sheâd tucked under herself. The moment youâd switched from sitting to straight up lying down was missing from your memories.Â
A baby being cradled. Yes, this is exactly what it was like. Gentle arms surrounded you amidst the pulsating sea of agony.Â
Your body was letting go, but your arms were vices around the gun, still holding that last line. Donât let go. Donât let go. They canât know. Father will be so mad if he learns. ââm okay⌠âst restinââŚâ
When your eyes cleared enough for the surroundings to be only a bit blurry, your mom was looking at the hand sheâd just tried to take away the gun with, caked with your blood that had stained it, out of it and perplexed like she didnât want to believe it.Â
Her gut-wrenchingly stunned numbness sent the misery clawing its way inside into overdrive, pulling your consciousness down to the earth from the clouds it was ascending to. âNot mine,â you forced out, but it came out as begging. Everything was falling apart. The plan was so simple, why couldnât you do anything right? âNot mine. Please. Mom, itâs okay.âÂ
âNoâŚâ Mumbling, she started sharply swaying back and forth, and with one brutally vigorous attack, she ripped the gun away from your arms, and hurled it away â then it was over. Your sob wasnât due to the motion hurting you, it was all entirely for the broken wail of your mother at seeing the bloodied mess, tears spilling from her eyes as she reached down to press down at the pouring liquid. âNo! No! Oh Great Mother! Why did you hide this! Oh, my daughter!âÂ
âNo, mom, Iâm fine, itâs nothing. Not my blood. Not my blood, okay?â You reached up weakly and wiped at her cheeks with trembling fingers, your heart got crushed worse than the pain could beat you down at her grief â lungs constricting. Where was all the air? âIâll get up. Iâll go to grandmother, donât cry. Just resting.â
Frantically looking around, she yelled, âJake!ââ but her voice didnât quite come out, breathy as if sheâd been punched in the ribcage seconds prior.
A heartbeatâs worth of nothingness, after which you were full-on freaking out. Only one thought: Father will be angry.Â
âNo!â You shrieked, and blood swelled in one strong pump against momâs fingers. She looked down at you in anguish, pupils blown wide, arm tightening around you as if you were a flailing bird. âDonât tell him! Donât tell father! Heâll really kill me for thisââ
âNo, no no no,â she shook her head, frenzied, tone cracked from beginning to end. âDo not say that. Donât you ever say thatââ
But you were struggling in her arms, wanting nothing but to crawl away into a hole, no reason registering whatsoever, only instinct. âHeâll be so angry,â you begged, pleading, pink spit bubbling at the corners of your mouth. The sound of gurgling accompanying the words you forced your whole body to form. âYou canât tell him â you canât! He already hates me!â
The more you thrashed around and kicked your legs, the more you bled.
âPlease, Great Mother!â The more mom lost her mind, hissing and howling hysterically, crazed, hugging you tighter and rocking. âJake! Jake! MaâJake!â She put her temple against yours. âNot my daughter, please, EywaâŚâ
Why was she being like this? It wasnât that serious! You were okay!
Delirium claimed you hot as she kept calling his name and her unbreakable hold on you kept you in a cage of a motherâs despair. In your feverish mind, a threat to your life was coming. Weakness spread like wildfire around your body and chipped away at the pain, slowly picking it apart to replace it with drowsiness. âDonât call âim,â you continued to repeat, over and over again. âIâm just taking a break. Donât call him over. Heâs gonna be angry. Heâll hate me. He hates me. Please, mom.â
The sentences slurred together, shortened, wilted away pitifully, your voice died down, tongue deteriorating into only echoing, âHe hates me.â A withered away, old flute.Â
Your ikran was bellowing in the distance and you looked. The torches on cave walls were illuminating him and finally revealing to you his beautiful color scheme.   Â
And then your father was here, falling to his knees right beside you, his glistening wide eyes flying everywhere around your body â tracing all the blood, hands hovering above you as if he didnât know where to start piecing a shattered vase back together.  Â
It was over.
Fully expecting the chastising you were about to receive to shake the floating mountains so bad the enemy would be able to spot you, you began to apologize â pride be damned, this battle be lost, youâd failed anyway. âPlease donât be mad,â you shuddered, meek and unsteady, tunnel vision flickering at the edges only perceiving him. âItâs my faultâIâm sorryâplease donât be angryââ
âStop talking,â he ordered, rough and harsh, eyebrows knitted tightly, and out of breath â probably because of how hard he was trying to hold the anger back. You knew. That had to be it. âDonât speak.â
Ah of course. This was only natural when he had refused to utter a single word at you the whole way, denying you the temporary comfort of a simple glance.Â
Even the hand he pressed down so ruthlessly firm on your stomach it might as well be a boulder pinning you down was meant to be punishment, the whines your unbreathing lungs couldnât stop turned into yowls â you hadnât even noticed your hands were wrapped around fatherâs wrist in an effort to push him away, scratching him, but he only added his other hand on top of the other in return.
âHang on, sweetheart, I got you, please hang on a little longer,â he pleaded, but you were already too far gone, Eywa was cruel to have plugged your ears to the endearment youâd been dying to hear from him for so long, making the last things you were aware father said to you the fact that he didnât even want to hear you talking.Â
And you fulfilled his wish.Â
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âšË. ⥠true beauty
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Ë Ěđ what being kind does to you
heightened self esteem
increase empathy and compassion
tend to be healthier in all areas
helps form new relationships
better mental health
decrease blood pressure and cortisol
increase serotonin, dopamine & oxytocin
contrary to popular belief kindness is not something that should be overlooked. we've been taught to be kind hundreds of times and yet some of us never actually do it.
one epiphany i've had recently is that humans are such bigoted creatures. we think we have the right to do whatever we like just because we're the dominant species on this earth. we are top of the biological hierarchy, so therefore we have the right to do whatever we like.
another thing i've found is that that fact often bleeds into people's attitudes. people are so fucking rude nowadays honestly. maybe it's the fact i live in england, maybe it's the fact people are so entitled in this day and age they think they can do whatever they like to everything and everyone with no repercussions, but kindness seems scarce nowadays.
how is food made? by the people who take their time to make it for you, be it your local supermarket or your loved ones slaving away in the kitchen all day.
how do we sleep? because we care enough about ourselves to make sure we get rest to be energised and refreshed the next day and for the days to come.
how do we have clothes on our back? because people care enough to weave pieces of fabric together just so we aren't walking around bare and naked every day.
you want to become more likeable? be sweet. be kind. don't sacrifice yourself for anybody, but take the time out of your day to do something for someone. it will make their day i promise, even if it doesn't then you've still made yourself happy đ âĄ
đ°đ ŕŁŞË little kind things you can do
send a letter to someone
bake or make something for someone
compliment someone every day
have a clear out and donate to charity
smile at everyone and anyone
greet someone you might see often but don't really talk to
promote a friend's work
get someone to go on a spontaneous adventure with you!!!
hide a list of things you love about someone in their things if you're too shy to just give it to them
offer to take someone's photo if they're struggling like a couple or a family
do something sweet for your neighbours
learn how to say hello in multiple different languages
encourage and listen to someone even if you don't know them that well
talk to someone who looks lonely and chat with them, don't leave them out
make something random for someone who was nice to you for no reason
sit down and have a chat with someone struggling with homelessness
put a surprise note or cute drawing on someone's desk or workplace
we are so sweet at heart!!! everything we know is born from love!!! everyone is born good!!! it's only circumstances that make people stray from that.
please don't stop giving, please don't stop caring, please don't stop loving with your whole heart; hold the door open for someone, give someone something, smile at someone, pet an animal, do something just to bring joy and love into the world a little more. the world is filled with so many people who have strayed from the path of innocence and we need those people back.
to have a kind heart is to be beautiful. true beauty is not found in the skin, but in the mind. the more you give, the more you love, the more you learn, the more you smile, the more you enjoy, that is what makes the world beautiful, and that is what makes you beautiful <3
the most beautiful people are always the kindhearted ones who will live the most and make the most out of their lives. love is the only thing that holds this world together. please don't stop giving it, ever; it is the most beautiful thing this world has to offer
all my love đŤśđ
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Nini nini hate fuck with either blade or dan heng pls I beg đĽşđ
I finished this some days ago and it got deleted- also itâs unnecessarily long, and Iâm not sure if itâs good⌠hope you like it anyway đđ
Dom!reader x sub!blade (reader is gender neutral)
Warning: pegging (can be read as a dick), chocking, slapping (once), degrading, rough sex, blood (hand injury)
Riiiip
The sound of bandage being ripped.
Blade wrapped his hand with the white cloth, biting one end to tied the other end around it. Slowly the pure colour got tainted with his blood, a crimson colour spreading and seeking though the fabric. He sighed, staring at his own hand with a distaste on his tongue, before glancing at the door. Heavy footsteps could be made out from the other side. Loud and hectic, stomping even. You must have noticed his arrival.
It was just as he predicted. Moments after he finished treating his injury the door got slammed open, a loud bang as the door hit the wall. Your figure stood in the frame, stopping, not entering his chamber. Instead you glared at him and scanned the situation. He instantly noticed how your gaze lingered around his injured hand, and how you were frowning. The man chose to not elaborate, hence you two were holding a starring contest. After a while you closed the door behind you and walked over to him, grabbing his wrist and yelled, ânow do you care to explain?â
He knew exactly why you were so angry, but that doesnât mean he understood it. Not giving him any time to explain himself, something he wouldnât have done anyway, you continued your nagging, âwhy do you have to keep going on dangerous missions alone? I canât reach you at all! Itâs not like you use your phone after all.â You stopped for a second, still holding his wrist while he avoided your gaze, gritting your teeth in anger. With an impatient tone you said, âIâm waiting for an answer.â
If it were up to blade, then you could wait until the sun sets. He wasnât a man of many words, and he didnât believe he had to tell you everything. That was if it was up to him, because he knew it would get worse if he doesnât say anything. With his usual deep voice, he uttered, âI wanted to practice.â This was the best excuse he could think of, practicing his sword. It was reasonable, no? âPractice? Itâs more like you wanted to get hurt.â âNot get hurt, I wanted to..â he didnât really want to say âdieâ in this context, and you didnât pursue it any further neither. You sighed at him, followed by a rough push from your hands. The male fell backwards, now laying on his back, stabilising himself with his hands.
âLay down.â You ordered, and yanked the arm with the injured hand away, you didnât want him to keep using that hand so much. The spot where his hand was has been tainted red. He glanced at you hesitatingly, his dark blue bangs almost covered his entire face. Soon he obeyed your command and laid on his back, you were still raising his arm up into the air. âKeep it raised.â Once again, you gave him another cold order. How did it escalate to this? He was pretty sure he knew what you were going to do, yet he didnât mind. Just then his speculations were correct, and you pulled his pants down.
He smirked, it was a mocking one, as if he was laughing at you. At this sudden unexpected change in atmosphere. After a bit he asked with a challenging tone, âdid the sight of me hurt turn you on?â You knew he was playing now, so why not join in? âHave you finally decided to speak, now that Iâm in your pants?â Your hands grabbed his knees, raising them to his chest and folding him apart. It wasnât about doing him a favour, so you just proceeded to manhandle him, making him spread his legs for you. âSo eager, arenât you? Give me a break.â Blade said, but he allowed you to do whatever you wanted without resisting. Without giving him any glances, you replied âSame goes to you.â
Even though you two shared such a foul mouthed conversation, the advances you did on him continued. Then you stood up, walked around the room for a bit and came back with a bottle of lube. The blue haired man looked at you awkwardly and waited, feeling a little stupid at the situation in front of him. As soon as you came back, you started working on his abdomen. Opening the bottle, squeezing some of the lube onto his half erect shaft. The cold liquid made him flinch slightly, and he frowned as he watched you keep coating him with that slippery fluid. It flowed all the way down to his hole, and his rim clenched. What a roundabout way to prepare him, he thought you were being unnecessarily childish.
With one of your fingers, you sloppily spread the contents of the bottle around his lower body. Somehow the mood was getting heavier with every second and he didnât know what to say, until your little comments returned. âGetting exited, little pervert?â You also coated your own dick with the lube, before lining it up with his entrance. âSo much that you stopped talking, cat got your tongue?â He wasnât going to let you go away with that, or at least thatâs what he planned. Instead of coming up with a snarky remark he had to bite his lip to stop a moan erupting from his throat.
âGu-Mhn..! You- fuck..â his eyes widened a little, and he was furrowing his brows even more than before. You sticked it in without some proper preparation, and it caught him off guard. Since you used a lot of lube, the tip still slipped in, but the rest was starting to get difficult. He wanted to curse at you, yet the words didnât come out, so he just hold it and glared at you. If you didnât know him youâd think he wants you dead, even so you werenât pleased by that, so you chuckled, ânot with those eyes, bladie. Iâm sure your hole can take it, after I fucked it so good last time.â âShut up- ugHh..! You.. shit.â Suddenly his hand reached out to you. You didnât know what he was trying to do, which is why you grabbed his arm and kept it in place. His hand was now in the air, some blood drops were dripping onto his belly.
âKeep your pawns to yourself.â You had such an annoying smile while you said that, especially so while you pushed the rest of your length in. âUHh..! Mhm-nGghH..â the male was still trying his best to keep quiet, making some grunts and groans on the way. Fuck, if this was under normal circumstances you wouldnât be able to keep his hand still like this, he was sure he was stronger. Though this wasnât a normal situation, with you inside him, spreading him open with your cock. It was strange but he felt a little vulnerable, and so hot.
Sweat was forming on his skin, face turning redder by the second. It must be because he just came back from a mission, he is tired, thats why he is feeling all this heat. He blinked, closing his eyes to focus on the feeling, noticing his heart rate going up and body twitch each time you touch him. When he opened his eyes again you were inches away from his face, startling him a little. With a gentle whisper, unlike your tone before, you mumbled into his ear, âyou want to get hurt? Iâll make it hurt.â
The face of the male was crimson red now, matching the colour of his hand. He took a tad longer to process the information, and you didnât give him that moment. You started moving without giving him a warning, hips snapping against his at an already rough pace. âUgh-uUugGh..!! Wa-waAaaiit.., oh- fuck, fuck. It mhm.. hurts.â Blade clenched his fists, more red coated his tummy. You slowed down a little, intertwining your fingers with his injured hand, not minding the blood sticking to your palms. Then you resumed to your previous movements, pounding into him like thereâs so tomorrow.
The switched between your gentleness and relentless actions made his head spin. He really tried to keep the noise down but to no avail. Without him noticing you went down again to whisper more dirty things into his brain, like calling him degrading names. Blade wrapped his other hand over your neck, gasping and whining as you kept going, whispering as a begging voice, âplease.. ah, haah..â âdoes it hurt?â He answered without thinking, âa-a bit.., uhhh..â to which you asked again, âdo you hate it?â
Both of you knew what he would answer, and he didnât want to cover up the truth as he uttered the words, âno, I love it.â Thatâs when the insulting really hit off, now that you were sure he enjoyed it too. âYou really only go into fights because youâre a fucking masochist, arenât you?â He shook his head, suddenly so expressive unlike before. âYou sure you arenât actually a male prostitute? Hmm blade? You fucking whore.â Even though you were calling him such hurtful name with such fever, he only felt hotter. The trust and the feeling of your dick rubbing against his walls was unreal, like a dream. And he wasnât sure if it was a nightmare or not.
âDonât you fucking dare leave like that again.â You said, panting a little too since you were still rutting into him like a damn animal. Despite all those hateful words, there was no way you actually hated him. You were angry because you cared, thatâs all. And he knew it as well. Now your own hand looked like a grotesque mess, mixed with his and stuck to the bandages. He also didnât feel pain anymore, or rather, it was because the pleasure was too overwhelming. It was all too much, from the way it rubbed against his deepest parts, to the fast pace you set. This felt so good he could cry.
When he still didnât nod to your demand, you stopped holding his hand, they both instead reached out to his neck. The pale skin was now tainted red on one side. You squeezed down onto his trachea, watching his mouth hung open. âDid you understand me, blade?â He chocked, hand meekly reaching out to yours out of reflex. But he didnât use any strength to keep you from suffocating him, only staring at you through his clouded vision. You thought you saw the corners of his mouth going upwards into a smile, and you watched his face get even redder. After a while you stopped, he immediately inhaled and panted. A bodily reaction, nothing he could control.
âI still havenât gotten my answer.â You reminded him and started fucking into him again, at a slower pace. He trembled, his hole clenching around you even more now that you were moving so gently. It was way too late for that, after youâve been so rough with him, no? Because now itâs not enough for him anymore, he needed you harder and deeper. Out of nowhere he felt a harsh slap on his cheek, causing him to shake. âAh..â the male whimpered, eyes gazing up at you. You looked at him like he was vermin, akin to one would look at an insect. This alone caused a shiver to run down his spine and an uncomfortable twitch at his lower body.
He knew you wanted him to agree, but he didnât want to, he wished to keep fulfil those missions on his own. This wasnât something you could change, and he wasnât willing to lie to you. Instead of answering your question, he grabbed your hand with his, and begged prettily. In a submissive tone, with a sweet pleading voice he said, âplease, itâs not enough⌠I want you so deep inside me.â You noticed him spread his legs wider for you, and his injured hand being thrown over his mouth. Then he licked some of his own blood off.
You knew he wonât listen to you, after so many tries you knew. So instead of trying any longer, maybe you should go along with his request? Even if it leaves a bad taste on your tongueâŚ
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Hmmmm đď¸đŤŚđď¸ yandere Doflamingo X from male reader who develops stockholm syndrome (I'm it isn't scientific but it's helpful ;-;) and ends up slowly warming up to/falling in love with him?
Doffy can be sickly sweet, always holding reader close, lavishing them with praise and buying things for them, but when reader tried to escape or got -what Doflamingo thought- was too close to someone else, he gets kinda dark. Cue some kind of punishment followed by him acting all good cop and doting on reader.
Some fluff/smut peppered in if that's okay đ
Hope this is alright and doesn't break any of the rules
Yandere Donquixote Doflamingo x male reader
Headcanons
Tw for darker stuff ig? I love Doffy, hes my little crazy muffin. Probably not the best Stockholm syndrome, mainly just the reader being dumb and easily manipulated.
i feel like my obsession with doffys tongue is visible in this... exposing myself.
Doflamingo is known for being a master manipulator, so once he turns his attention to you and wants you for himself, he will have you one way or another. Theres a big chance you wonât even realize whatâs happening until its way too late, and you are completely caught in his web of strings.
You had just been the average dock worker, working for one of the many companies working under The Joker in the underworld, smuggling all kinds of stuff. It was never your job to question what you were shipping, and not asking questions meant you got to stay alive.
You just happened to be at the wrong place at the same time. You just happened to be dumb enough to not have a sense of self preservation. You just happened to not recognize the 10 ft tall blonde in a pink feathery coat and goofy sunglasses. And you just happened to look so⌠cute.
You didnât really have any friends on this island. It wasnât the place you got close to anybody, and you sure as hell never trusted anybody, as everyone here was some kind of criminal. You were one of the few who wasnât a blood thirsty psycho. You just had been given a bad hand in life and a lot of bad luck.
When the tall blonde started appearing near the docks on the regular, you didnât question it. Questions should never be placed, and even though you had no idea who he was, everyone else seemed to fear him. So, no matter how handsome he was, you tried to stay out of his way.
You were a clumsy fool. It had resulted in a lot of punishment and beatings, but to Doflamingo, you were just so adorable. Like watching a little lamb running around thinking they were safe from the pack of blood thirsty wolves always circling.
When gifts started appearing in your dorm, as you were so low ranked in the system that you didnât even have enough money for your own place, you didnât know what to do.
You had never owned expensive things, so you knew nothing about the quality of things you were given. You didnât understand just how expensive the shirt you were given was, or that the bracelets that looked a little too much like shackles cost more than someone like you would ever see in their life.
The gifts kept coming, and somehow your roommates disappeared, leaving the room all for you. One day when returning from the docks, it had even been redecorated. You almost had a heart attack, thinking someone else had moved in. But when you asked your superior, they had just glanced around nervously and said it was for you and to not question it.
Through all of this, Doflamingo watched your every move. From the moment you got up in the morning till you went to bed, and sometimes even as you slept.
Being who he was, Doflamingo had nothing against sneaking into your room as you slept, just so he could watch you. Or if he was feeling starved enough, he would lean down and kiss you, sometimes letting that long monster of a tongue slide into your mouth for just a small taste.
Before you knew it you were pretty much Doflamingos property. In the beginning you didnât wear any of the fancy clothes or jewelry, not wanting to dirty any of it. But from one day to the next, all your old clothes went away, leaving you with only the clothes so expensive the majority of the world could only dream about owning it.
You didnât understand why most of it bore a specific shade of pink, or that the symbol sewn into most of the clothes in one way or another was a jolly roger. You, in your oblivious mind, just thought it was a brand or print.
Doflamingo couldnât help but feel pleased as everyone stared at you with fear and dread, avoiding you every chance they got, as everyone but you seemed to know you were his, and his alone.
You were right where he wants you, and little by little, Doflamingo would insert himself into your life. At first, youâd see him in passing, but soon you would see him every shift and you two would talk.
You were so concentrated with working that you didnât notice how he always seemed to stare at you, and if he hadnât worn sunglasses, you might have seen how he so rarely blinked, as if wanting to eat you up.
At some point he just happens to âoffer you a jobâ, giving you the job of a lifetime. Doflamingo could almost have writhed in pleasure when you agreed, smiling so brightly and looking so deliciously stupid, to him at least.
All the many mysterious gifts you were given were moved, and soon you worked right under Doflamingo. Maybe as his assistant or something like that, some job where you would be right by him every day. Of course, you werenât actually do any work that mattered, he just gave you fluffy paperwork that would be thrown out, since there was nothing of importance on them.
From then on you gave you his presents in person, leering and grinning when you became flustered and stuttered before giving a shy thanks.
Everyone in the donquixote family knew you were off limits as they saw the possessive look Doflamingo always gave you, or how he would pull you into his lap and claim there werenât any more seats, using his strings to whisk whatever chairs were around away.
Working for Doflamingo, you ended up growing, what should I say, used to the treatment. You had come to expect his praise and lingering touches, or the gifts hed rain down on you. So when he kissed you the first time, you werenât too surprised.
Sure you still blushed up a storm, but it had all seemed to lead up to this. To you, who still had no idea of Doflamingos darker side, thought he may just have been shy and expressed his feelings for you through gifts.
When you guys started âofficiallyâ dating, he got worse, or better, depending on who asks. Iâm putting officially in quotations, as to Doflamingo you had always been his.
Forget about any type of work you were doing before, you were always seated in his lap now, wearing the clothes he picked out for you, and being a good little lover for him.
Dating Doflamingo also meant you quickly got used to gagging, since heâs the type of guy that always tries to shove his tongue down your throat, and with Doflamingo having the tongue he does, he actually succeeds in doing so.
Hes sickeningly sweet to you, fawning over you and piling praise on you, his large hands wandering and making you see stars whenever you are even a little bit in the mood. Its because of this it takes you so very long to realize what kind of monster he is.
The reveal was never meant to happen, but you somehow ended up at the wrong place at the wrong time, and you got to see Doflamingos true colors. Seeing him tear someone apart with his strings, that large grin on his face, made you feel sick.
After that you grew distant, and Doflamingo pouted and kissed your face all over, trying to get him to tell you what was wrong. But you never told him, just shrinking away from him, as the seriousness of the situation finally seemed to dawn on you.
Even to you, who wasnât the smartest person around by far, it all seemed to click into place. From your job, to your clothes, to how everyone seemed to avoid you, isolating you to under interact with Doflamingo.
You needed to get you, thatâs what you became sure of. Its only because Doflamingo never thought youâd actually try to leave that you got the upper hand. In the end you didnât even get off the island, but you were smart enough to get out of his base and to the docks where you had worked before.
But as you were about to board a ship to get outta there, strings seemed to cage in the entire island, like a birdcage. Doflamingo had realized you were gone, and he was pissed.
Before you knew it, conquerors haki covered the entire island, knocking you out almost immediately, but not before you felt your heart sink to the bottom of your feet, the reality of Doflamingos strength finally hitting you.
When you wake up again, you find yourself in Doflamingos bedroom, golden shackles similar to the bracelets you were given keeping you locked to the bed.
It takes you a moment to notice him, but when you do you almost throw up from the fear it causes. There in the corner sits Doflamingo, but for the first time since youâve met him, he looks angry. No, he doesnât look angry, he looks enraged.
He doesnât even demand an answer from you as to why you tried to run. He just gets to his feet and approaches you, and for the first time his 10 feet of height scares you. But then he doesnât something unexpected. He cradles your face in his hands and coos at you, treating you as if you were some kind of child or animal that had broken the rules, not because you wanted too, but because you were so very dumb you didnât realize you broke them.
All these months of being with Doflamingo from morning till dawn as caused you to love him, its no secret. Its just a reaction of the human psyche, so part of you had been scared of disappointing him. It also makes your insides flutter at his cooing, even as he calls you a brainless stupid idiot who canât think for themselves.
All his cooing and sugar sweet but cruel words makes you cry, making Doflamingo smirk when you sob into his chest, apologizing for running away. When you agree with him that you are stupid and canât make decisions on your own, he knows heâs won. Well, heâs known heâs had you for months, but seeing you admit it is euphoric.
Doflamingo ends up holding you in his arms and cooing at you, pouting and sounding of so sweet as you cry, telling you he forgives you. But there must be consequences, and you have to be punished.
Youâve never been punished by Doflamingo before, so you have no idea what to expect. Knowing the kind of role Doflamingo wants to play, the punishment is probably something along the lines of overstimulation until you pass out, and when you wake up, he will do it again and again, repeating the process until he feels youâve paid for your sins.
When hes strung you of everything youâve got and you cant even think straight, he would pick you up and kiss you all over, praising you in that sickeningly sweet honey voice of his, carrying you to his personal bathroom.
Here he would get both of you into his large bathtub, where he would scrub your limp and hickey covered body dry as you whine and whimper, almost melting against his chest as his large hands massage all your sore muscles.
As you bathe, you most likely end up with him fucking your thighs, Doflamingo cooing in your ear that he will have mercy on your cute little holes for now, since theyâre still so sensitive from your punishments. But next time he wonât be as lenient.
As he slides his shaft between your thighs, Doflamingo would slide his tongue down your throat again, smirking to himself as you jolt and twitch, still arching into his touch even as your body ached and burned from all the overstimulation.
After he finishes, he would praise you more before getting out of the bath, where he would dry you off in the softest of towels, before Doflamingo would tuck you both into bed. You would pass out immediately again, slumping against his chest as Doflamingo laughs, rubbing your back and kissing the top of your head.
He loves you, as much as someone like Doflamingo could love. And because he loves you, he owns you. Thatâs his logic at least. This also means you will never be allowed to leave, and no one will ever be allowed to take you away. And he will do everything in his power to make it a reality.
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Obsessed
Oscar Piastri x singer!reader
Face claim Olivia Rodrigo
Warning stalking (online), not proofread, Speling mistakes
Summary y/n is obsessed with her boyfriendâs ex.
A/n We are just gonna say that Lillyâs account is public⌠so that everything makes sense.
Also this may be more of a Lilly x reader the an Oscar one⌠itâs also a bit short⌠and this is probably the only fic youâll get in a bit
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F1.Gossip BREAKING NEWS: Our favourite young couple, Oscar Piastri and Lilly Zneimer has reportedly broken up! After their 4 years and a bit realation the couple found out that they where better of as friends then being together. Many hard are broken after hearing this news, but they claim that they are still friends. We wish them both the best with their careers, and we with them the best in future relationships.
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User1 NOOOOOOOOOđđđđ
User2 I donât believe in love anymoređđ
User3 WHYYY?!?!đ
User4 Hearts âĽď¸ been. Broken đ Too. Many. Times âłđđ
User5 MY FAVROUTE COUPLEđđđ˘
User6 Why am I so upset at a couple that I donât even knowđđ
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Y/n knew she was crazy. It was actually sociopathic what she was doing. She was stalking her boyfriendâs ex girlfriend.
And not stalking stalking. She was not following her in real life⌠just on social media.
She was just going through the girls instagram photos, looking up everything about her, wanting to know everything that there is about the girl.
Beside that she was also looking at old Twitter threads, shortly after the break up was leaking by a gossip account F1 Twitter went crazy, they loved the couple. They made comments upon comments expressing their hard break at the news, they also still make post dedicated to Lilly and her achievements. And it tore the singer apart.
And she has to admit; lily is perfect.
And that was the worst ever.
Lilly was sweet, good with kids, talented, smart, funny, gorgeous and genuine. And maybe even far better than herself.
She now knew almost everything about her: her star sign, her blood type, her family, hot what school she goes to and on what class she was in. She knows that she slept on her side of Oscarâs bed (which didnât make her feel good). And other things that Oscar had told her, with them knowing each other and being friends while they were dating and him finding comfort in her after the break up.
And she knows it was crazy; they broke up. They donât even speak anymore! But still, every time he says her name, Y/n canât help but think that he mistakes herself for his ex.
So she has to admit, she is jealous.
She always knew she had some kind of a problem, but this?
She thought about Lilly 24/7. If you knew how much she thought about the girl, youâd think she was in love.
And if youâd know how much she looked at her pictures, youâd think that they were best friends.
And that was the moment she realised: she was Obsessed with Lilly Zneimer, her boyfriendâs ex.
And not obsessed in a normal way, she wasnât just jealous of the amazing girl, no.
She had a had a whole white board dedicated to her: all the things she liked, the things she did, the clothes she white (thanks to the fan accounts), the people she hangs out with, her hobbyâs, her go to food places, everything.
She was really going crazy.
Not that Oscar knew, of course he didnât. If he did he would break up with her for her sociopathic behaviour.
After realising that, she knew there were few things she could do.
So she walked through the house to her music room, she sat down, and begin writing.
She needed to stop with the obsession, and the only way for that was music.
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Yourusername SUPRISE! My new song âobsessedâ is out now! The music video will be out midnight est!!
Thank you @DanielNigro With working with me on this!
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OscarPiastri Excuse me??
OscarPiastri Why didnât I know?
Yourusername âŚsupriseâŚ?
SabrinaCarpenter AMAZING (but also�)
GracieAbrams Another banger!!
Laufey The best song ever!
Conangray Girl, check your msg
User7 HUH??
User8 This ganre swich is INSANE! but I love the rock!
User9 Dare I say that this is about⌠Lilly
User10 Y/n in her stalking era
User11 Nit Lilly liking thisđđ
User12 The aestheticđ
User13 Oscar didnât know??
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Celeberty.Gossip After recent speculations that Y/n Y/l/nâ new song âobsessedâ is about Lilli Zneimer (Oscar Piastriâs ex girlfriend) The pair was seen hanging out and shopping together. Is the song about someone else? Is there a sudden new friendship? What is going on?
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User1 OMG?!
User2 the line about them being best friends?
User3 Or about them being in love??
User4 I donât know whatâs going on but I love it!
User5 They look very good (together)
User6 I shipâŚ
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i love the benji stuff you write đŤśđźđŤśđź could you do a fic with a very delicate reader, she doesnât handle blood well and loved animals, total opposite of ben
a.n: had this sitting in my paused queue for weeks im so sorry đđ tyrell!reader, ur so sweet thank you and i hope you enjoy this đŤśđŤś
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You stroke the mane of the horse as you try to ignore the sounds of people cheering and swords clashing. your family had provided the horses for the jousting tourney and you dreaded every second of it. You loved each and every single on of these horses and you doubt all of them will walk away from today unharmed.
you choke back a gag as a heavily injured horse gets dragged through the barn and your heart aches at the sight. you hear some more voices behind you and you turn to see a knight dressed up and one of the guards, âthis ones yours.â the horse youâre stroking takes a step back and you tug at its reins to keep her in check. the guard walks away as soon as the boy next to him nods and the two of you look at each other. unlike most of the other men that youâve met today he does not look as confident as he should. he gulps as he looks back and forth between the horse and you.
âare you alright?â he coughs into the fist of his hand and nods, âof course! yes i mean um yes yes i am.â he straightens up, âmy name is benjicot blackwood, its nice to meet you.â you smile at him, hes been the first person to even so much as speak to you today despite meeting too many lords for your liking. ây/n tyrell, pleasure.â his eyes widen and he lets out a shaky laugh, âlike daughter of the lady tyrell?â you giggle at his nerves and continue to stroke at the horses mane, âis there another tyrell i am unaware of?â he quickly shakes his head, âno no i just did not think i would get to meet you, and that you would be here of all places.â
it certainly was odd, the only daughter of the lady of house tyrell was standing in the stables in dirt covered clothes tending the the horses. you pout slightly, âi do not like this whole thing. the horses get hurt the men get hurt. who wins?â benjicot nods as he kicks some of the dirt under his feet. âso you stay here instead?â âthe sight of blood makes me sick, so its better i stay here, plus i need to make sure my horses are okay.â
âtheyre your horses?â âmy house provides these events with the horses, i hate it. not all of them come back alive like sally and daisy.â he walks towards the horse and stroke her lightly on the nose, âdoes this one have a name?â âstar.â he looks you in the eyes and you ignore the way your heart jumps. âwell i promise you i vow to keep star as safe as possible and she will return to you safe and sound.â
you grab his hand and his face turns red, âyouâre the kindest man ive ever met ser blackwood.â he awkwardly scratches the back of his neck and grins at you, âyouâre too kind my lady and please, ben is just fine.â you two are startled by the sounds of yelling and you realize its bens time to go out. you help him into the horse and give the horse one last kiss on the nose as you look up at ben.
âyou should come out and watch my match my lady.â you tilt your head at him, âwhatever for?â âso i may ask for your favor my lady.â you flush at his words and look down at the ground. âi will go watch only your match i suppose.â ben rides off with a final smile and he cant drop the grin on his face even as he walks out onto the field as heâs called.
many are shocked to see you him ask your for your favor and even more are shocked when you get it to him. you ignore the whispers of the people around you as you press a kiss against your favor before tossing it to him. he is certain he wins his match not because of his excessive training or experience but because of your favor in his pocket.
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Some of yâall are so mean about Steve and Two-Bit omg đđđ some people act like their only personalities are Two-Bit being an alcoholic and Steve being mean to Pony and liking chocolate cake like letâs be fr. Letâs clear the air w some canon details about the two most forgotten greasers bc they deserve better and some of yâall pay them absolutely dust as if theyâre not important to the story also
Letâs start w pookie Steve
⢠âSteve Randle was seventeen, tall and lean, with thick greasy hair he kept combed in complicated swirls.â Ok so hereâs some physical description, Iâve seen so many people say that Pony only gave Steve one line of description, thereâs actually much more in the rest of Steveâs paragraph đ
⢠Pony goes on to describe Steve as âtacky, smart, and Sodaâs best buddy since grade school.â He also says that Steve can lift a hubcap quicker and quieter than anyone else in the neighborhood and also knows cars inside out and backwards and can drive anything on wheels. Pony takes time to emphasize that Steve is in fact smart (heâs still in school so this is important) and how skilled he is when it comes to cars
⢠Steve has been arrested before for unspecified reasons
⢠Pony says that Steve and Soda both have too much energy and feelings, which is why they get into fights and drag races so often
⢠Steve (and Two-Bit and Soda for that matter) wouldâve joined in on Dallyâs dirty talking to Cherry
⢠Steve and Soda will buy Pony bottles of soda and let him help work on the cars when he goes to the DX
⢠Steve was the one who saw Johnnyâs jacket on the ground when he got jumped and picked it up with the plan to bring it back to him and was the one who looked closer and saw the blood on the jacket and the ground. Also- âSteve closed his eyes for a second and muffled a groan as he dropped on his knees beside Soda.â Steve was clearly very distraught to see Johnny in the state he was after being beat up so badly, which mirrors his reaction to when Dally died. Steve feels very deeply and has a hard time hiding it
⢠Steve threatened Sylvia when she was talking to Johnny and gave Johnny a lecture about girls- big brother energy
⢠he has a âsoft, bitter voiceâ
⢠Steve and Two-Bit were the ones who started goofing around the time they went to church and Steve was the one who dropped the hymn book and embarrassed Pony and Johnny đ
⢠Soda and Steve never fought
⢠Steveâs dad kicks him out about once a week which really bothers Steve and is likely a reason for his hatred for his father which Pony mentions earlier on. His dad usually gives him money to make up for it. He often sleeps on the Curtis couch (Pony says itâs âusuallyâ Steve on the couch)
⢠Two-Bit and Steve were so happy to see Ponyboy after the fire, they immediately started roughhousing and teasing him
⢠âDon't worry about it," Steve said, cocksure that he and Sodapop could handle anything that came up. "They don't do things like that to heroes.â Steve was quick to reassure Pony that he wouldnât get taken out of Darryâs custody
⢠the only time Soda was ever mad at Steve was when he called Darry all brawn no brain
⢠âHate to tell you, buddy," Steve said, still flat on the floor, "but you have to wear clothes to work. There's a law or something.â Steve teasing Soda đ
⢠Steve was âsurprisingly angryâ when Pony asked about Sandy, more than likely because he knew how upset Soda was about it
⢠Soda, Steve, and Pony all put in extra hair grease before the rumble to look cool
⢠he and Soda were âplaying cards and arguing as usualâ before the rumble
⢠Steve fights for hatred
⢠he had three broken ribs after the rumble. He looked âfeverish and bewilderedâ when Pony came back from the hospital. Despite how hurt he was though, he immediately went running with everyone when Dally was in trouble
⢠âSteve stumbled forward with a sob, but Soda caught him by the shouldersâ again, Steve was so visibly distraught when one of his friends was hurt, even more so now because Dally was dead
⢠Pony, Two-Bit, and Steve usually leave school together at lunchtime to go to the store
⢠Steve and Two-Bit were backing Pony when he used the bottle to defend himself from the Socs
⢠âIs that all that's bothering you, that switchblade?" a red-eyed Steve had snapped at him.â Just more of Steve and his emotions
So even though he is a side character, Steve is so much more developed than we give him credit for. Heâs deeply loyal, emotional, has a strained relationship with his father, and would do anything for the people he cares about. Additionally, itâs so important that heâs Sodaâs best friend too- who do we think was there for him when Pony ran away and Sandy left him or when Pony and Darry are arguing all the time?
Now for Two-Bit
⢠he wouldâve come to get Pony from the movies in his car if Pony had asked
⢠Pony says life was one big joke to Two-Bit
⢠he had a wide grin and âcouldnât stop making funny remarks to save his lifeâ
⢠famous for shoplifting and always mouthing off to cops
⢠he likes fights, blondes, and school
⢠Pony likes him a lot because he kept them all laughing at themselves and other things
⢠Pony says Two-Bit could put things into words good
⢠offered everyone cigarettes at the movies and paid for everyoneâs drinks and popcorn
⢠Two-Bit gave Pony a similar lecture on girls to the one Steve gave Johnny
⢠Two-Bit âgallantlyâ offered to walk Cherry and Marcia the 20 miles home. He talked them into letting him drive them home which is where they were headed, to get his car, before Bob and Randy showed up
⢠âTwo-Bit said, "Don't get mouthy, Ponyboyâ his big brother energy is coming out yâall
⢠Two-Bit hit Pony hard upside the head when he said what he did about Johnny not being wanted at home
⢠âShut up talkin' like that," Two-Bit said fiercely, messing up Johnny's hair. "We couldn't get along without you, so you can just shut up!â Iâm crying
⢠he waved at everyone when they all turned to look at them after they all caused a ruckus in church đ
⢠Johnny and Pony get Two-Bit and Darry on their team for football đ so we can assume Soda and Steve have Dally
⢠Two-Bit broke the windows in the school building
⢠Two-Bit got jumped while Pony and Johnny were gone but it wasnât too bad because heâs a good fighter
⢠Dally and some other greasers wanted to jump Cherry when she came to talk to them but Two-Bit stopped them
⢠he was gonna go to Texas to look for Pony and Johnny đ
⢠Pony says people like Two-Bit, Dally, and Tim Shepard forgot how to cry at a young age
⢠again, so excited when Pony got home. Picked him up and swung him around and immediately started making fun of his hair
⢠âWhat I like is the 'turn' bit," Two-Bit said, cleaning the egg up off the floor. "Y'all were heroes from the beginning. You just didn't 'turn' all of a sudden.â This quote is SO important. No, they didnât just turn heroes. Two-Bit recognizes that Johnny and Pony had always been special even if others didnât see it
⢠Two-Bit knew all about Ponyâs nightmares and was interested in hearing about them when Pony told Darry about his dream
⢠immediately offers to babysit Pony when Darry is hesitant to leave him home alone
⢠Pony says itâs just about impossible to get mad at him
⢠Two-Bit wouldnât take no for an answer when the nurse told them they couldnât see Johnny
⢠he was closer to tears than Pony had ever seen him after snapping at Johnnyâs mother
⢠gave Dally his switchblade, his prized possession, with zero hesitation when Dally asked
⢠could tell something was up with Pony and felt his head for a fever, really wanted to tell Darry but Pony said no
⢠Two-Bit fights for conformity
⢠he had four stitches in his cheek and seven in his hand after the rumble
⢠âTwo-Bit came blubberin' over here with some tale about how you were running a fever before the rumble and how it was all his fault you were sick. He was pretty torn up that night.â He feels so guilty about Pony being sick :(
⢠was worried when he thought Pony was getting tough and relieved when he realized Pony was still his soft, sensitive self after picking up the broken glass
So we see that Two-Bit is definitely more developed than Steve and he is a super important character. Heâs silly and goofy which is what they need sometimes in their hard lives, heâs got such a nurturing personality, heâs a gentleman at heart, and is so quick to praise/defend any of his friends, even against themselves like when Johnny talks bad about himself. Overall, he and Steve are both very much important to the story. Treat them better. The end.
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A Hunger Games Ellie au
In this specific au the hunger games didnât end with Katniss,, just bc I wanted this to take place after ^â˘^. I mainly focus on the reader/you until the parade with all the costumes and chariots, but I PROMISEEEEE Ellie comes into playđđ plz I just love to yap. This isnât the plot of the original Hunger Games! Itâs very similar but I did tweak it to be different so! Know that if you read!
Reader is from district 8 (textiles)
Ellie is a badass from district 2 (masonry)
((Btw the photo of the dress I included is the dress that reader wears,, I am OBSESSED w Lolita fashion !!))
C/w: uhhh itâs the hunger games sooo⌠death? No smut in this one (everyone throws tomatoes at me). SLOWWWWWW BURNNNNNN. If you donât like yapping and plot donât readđ No use of Y/N. Cursing bc ms collins couldnâtđ Strictly lesbian reader.
W/c: 5k
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It started like all the stories you had ever heard. The same girl from every year, Maria Miller, gave her speech about the Hunger Games. How everyone was oh so excited for this year. Apparently President Snow and the gamemakers had something special planned, as if they donât say that same thing each time.
You scoffed, and crossed your arms as the same video began. After all this time you basically had the thing memorized. âWar. Terrible war.â you repeated to yourself. The few friends you had snickered to the side of you, and you playfully bumped them to get them to shut up. There were so many capitol officials here today. The peacekeepers were easily more than tripled. They wanted absolutely no distractions from Maria - they saw today as regal as the balls you hear about that go on in the capitol. You looked down at your clothes and smoothed them out. Thankfully since your district was textiles, you actually had something decent to wear, unlike the kids you see from district 12.
And you were well off enough to only have your name entered the minimum number of times, not more times for food like some of your friends with large families had to do. You only had this year, and then next year, and you were done. They cut you off after you turn 19, and then you never have to worry about the Hunger Games again. Well, unless you happened to get pregnant and have kids. But thereâs no chance that was happening. Youâd rather play dead at a necrophilia convention than have sex with a man.
âWell, as usual, ladies go first.â Maria snaps you out of your endless stream of thoughts and you look up to see her hand already rustling in the bowl of names. You reach over and hold the hands of your friends at you side. Your friends have a tradition of holding hands during the reaping. Youâve been doing it every year, and none of you have been picked. Knock on wood.
Maria digs around in the fishbowl full of names, you look over nervously at your friend Riley. Sheâs one of the people who had to enter more for extra food. You gulp and look ahead as Maria begins her painfully slow process of opening up the paper and reading the name.
It started how every living victor describes it. They say the more you hope it doesnât happen, the more likely it will. The more you repeat âplease donât say my nameâ in your head, the more likely your name will be called.
Maria opened her mouth and your blood went cold. You felt that horrid feeling one only feels when something disastrous happens. You had only felt it once before, when you late girlfriend was taken away by peacekeepers, about two years ago. At least you werenât the one being dragged away to be hung. At least then you knew you were going to survive.
Everything around you went fuzzy as dissociation swept in. You couldnât hear your friends gasping, or Maria calling out your name a second time. You barley felt the ones you loved letting go of your hands, until you realized you were carrying yourself down the rows and rows of people right to the stage.
Your thoughts about mundane things drew in as you stood there waiting for the male tributeâs name to be called. You thought about your cat, and your friends. The plans you had made for the rest of the week. The new job you were going to start soon, after you had the courage to quit your old one.
Before you know it, Maria is already back at the mic and talking to the crowd, âEveryone, please give a big hand to the tributes chosen to represent district 8 in this yearâs Hunger Games!â
You didnât even see the male tribute come up. You slowly look to your right and see a guy named Jesse. Youâve met him before, went to school with him and took a job together. You knew him, but you didnât really know him. That would probably make it easier for you, if he was one of your friends then youâd be obligated to protect him. At least when he dies you can keep going. Fuck, now is not the time to think about that. You mentally scold yourself for being so grim.
~
Right now you were following an Avox down winding staircases and hallways to meet your stylist. Youâve heard rumors saying sheâs supposed to be one of the best, always coming up with unique and astonishing outfits every year. I mean, that makes sense, she was styling outfits for the textiles district after all. The Avox leaves you in a little room to wait.
Suddenly the door opens and a girl steps inside. She looks only a few years older than you. âHi. Iâm Dina. Iâll be your and Jesseâs stylist.â She actually holds out her hand, and you shake it. She grabs a stool and sits down in front of you. âNow, Iâm guessing they already told you about sponsors, right?â
You nod. Your mentor, Tommy, already told you all about them on the train to the capitol. Youâre trying to use your organization skills from your job to your advantage. Youâve been thinking about what angle to take: wether you should paint yourself as a smart stow away or a sexy young lady. No matter what you thought of, it had already been done before. Even if you had never seen it televised yourself, your mom and dad had told you stories passed down of a beautiful singer from one of the first games who poisoned everyone, the man who used the force field to his advantage who then made the gamemakers mad, and the girl from a few years ago with the bow and arrow who did everything to save the one she loved.
âGreat.â She claps her hands together. âTell me a bit about yourself. I like to take direct inspiration from my tributes in order to give you guys the best shot.â
You canât say anything. You just stare at her. The way you pictured it, only frilly old people worked in the capitol. This girl seemed so.. normal. No fancy jewelry, no over the top hairdo, no long spider lashes. Sheâs not even wearing work clothes.
âHow did you end up here?â You ask. Youâve been wondering, but you never meant to actually say it out loud. âOh shit, Iâm sorry. I donât know why I said that, you donât have to answer.â You look away from her.
âWow. No oneâs uh.. ever asked me that before.â She laughs shyly and when you look up, sheâs nervously fidgeting with the bracelet she has on. She clears her throat, âMy older sister took care of me when my parents died. This used to be her job. We had family debt, so when she died, I took it on.â She sighs, âThatâs about it.â
âIâm sorry about that.â You try comforting her. Thereâs really no use. Thereâs no cameras here. Itâs just you and her. You really donât have to please anyone, but youâve decided in this moment not to be overtly cruel just to win. If you were going to do it, you were going to do it right.
She smiles softly, âThank you.â
âUhm, do you seriously not have a plan yet? Like, for what Iâm gonna wear?â You try getting back on track, thereâs really no time to waste. If you do this wrong, you only have a few days guaranteed left to live.
She smiles, âNope. I do my best work in the middle of the night. Thereâs a reason why everyone oohs and ahhs at my designs.â She winks.
âAnd thereâs a reason you havenât been fired yet.â You try testing the waters.
âDamn, you sly dog. Gonna have to let Tommy know we got ourselves a wild one.â She laughs and rubs your head, like how dads do.
Huh. If all capitol citizens are like this, this is gonna be easy.
~
The next day, you and Jesse briskly follow the same Avox to get dressed in whatever Dina cooked up for you.
âShe uh, she ask you to talk about yourself too?â Jesse prompts, keeping his hands in his pockets.
You nod, âYup. Quite the character huh? Not really what I was expecting when I picture a capitol official.â
You glance over, look him up and down, and snort. He couldnât have been bothered to change out of his pjâs. âHey donât look at me like that.â He throws his hands up. âWeâre going straight to get into costumes. Needa save my energy for the arena.â
The mention of the arena makes your heart drop. You were so entranced by the yummy food and cool technology you forgot why you were in the capitol in the first place. Jesse goes silent after that, keeping his head low as he continues to follow the Avox. You donât know why, but you just now realize he must be scared too. You also realize you never actually told Dina about yourself, so you assume she must have taken inspiration from some of the conversations you guys had.
You guys finally arrive and meet Dina in front of a dressing room with huge mirrors. âYouâre up first, Jesse.â She smiles and pats him on the shoulder. They disappear into the changing room, leaving you to sit with your own thoughts on a little chaise. You hear Jesse laugh, and think about how nice it would be to get to know him under different circumstances.
âHeya, stranger.â A voice says from behind you, and you instinctively jump. You turn around and see Tommy, your mentor. âWoah there, games havenât started yet.â He chuckles and you laugh a little. He reminds you of your dad. He won his games awhile back. Heâs getting old, and his wife, Maria, is the one who called your name at the reaping. You didnât realize the two were married until you were bad mouthing Maria, about how she just had to pick your name, when he showed you his ring. You apologized profusely, and he was very kind. He even said thatâs not the first time thatâs happened since heâs become a mentor. You sure lucked out. The people on your team almost seemed like family, even though you only met them a few days ago.
âWhatâre you doing here, Tommy? And whereâs Maria?â
âMariaâs talkinâ to the gamemakers. She basically runs us here in the district 8 level. Even me.â He crosses his arms and chuckles. He really is like a dad. âYeah, but Iâm here cause I honestly donât have nothinâ else to do. Only reason Iâm still alive is cause I won my games, so now I gotta tell you how to win yours.â
âWhat about Jesse?â You tilt your head and ask.
He keeps eye contact with you, âI meant Jesse, too.â
âOh.â
He pauses for a second. âNah, donât worry âbout it. Good girl, keepinâ your head in the game.â He pats you on the back, a little too hard.
Before you can cringe at the exchange that just happened, Jesse walks out in an all white aristocratic outfit. The shirt has so many ruffles you canât even count. Must be a pain to iron. The pants are high waisted but are tailored to fit him perfectly. Thereâs a white bow tie with pearls on it, too. Everything is so simple, yet so fancy. You can tell Dina used some really expensive materials. Probably the most expensive she could find. Jesse even has a little white cane to go with the look.
He does a little spin for everyone watching. âCool, right? Almost breaks gender norms a little.â He smiles and blushes softly at Dina, who looks proud.
âItâs called Ouji fashion. Used to be real popular couple hundred years ago.â
She faces towards you. âAlright. Now itâs your turn.â She grabs your hand and leads you into the dressing room, âYours is called Lolita.â She explains.
âIs this all for a certain occasion or anything? Like theyâd go to a fancy dinner and wear this?â
âNope. For fun.â She grins widely and holds open the curtain for you.
Your jaw drops. âWowww.â is all you can say.
The most gorgeous dress youâve ever seen in your entire life rests on a mannequin in the middle of the room. You swear to god, you might actually cry. Working in textiles, you could only dream to even ship out a dress as pretty as this.
Itâs all white, like Jesseâs, but what it lacks in color, it makes up in texture. Thereâs so many details to it. Your head spins trying to figure out how the hell Dina did all of this in one day. Itâs got this beautiful big skirt that looks like it can swallow you whole. Long sleeves that flare at the end. And lace everywhere. Thereâs absolutely every accessory you could ever wish to own: earrings, necklace, little lace gloves, stockings and heels. Not to mention the headdress with pearls all over it to match Jesseâs tie.
You carefully reach out to touch the fabric, almost like you expected it to melt, like snow. âIâm wearing⌠that?â
Dina pretends to look around the room. âWho else could it be for?â
She talks as she helps get you undressed and into this thing. âI think it really says something about you guys. Like, âHey. Weâre from textiles alright, and we donât play around. Weâre here to knock you off your feet!â Well, both figuratively and literally.â You try smiling a little, but every time someone mentions other tributes, you feel sick.
Once youâre finally in the outfit you walk out to show Tommy and Jesse. Dina opens the curtain back up, and everyone gasps as you slowly walk out. Mariaâs there too, and she immediately runs up to hug you.
âAlright, guys.â Dina claps her hands together. âItâs go time.â
~
You and Jesse stand together, slowly looking at all the tributes.
âFuck,â he mutters, âThereâs so many of them.â
You nod. âThey seemed so small on TVâŚâ you trail off as you look around at each costume. They just keep getting better and better, but you think Dina was right in getting to know you and Jesse. You think your costumes fit you the best.
Everyoneâs in a blob, so you canât tell whoâs from where. Dina shows up behind you and leads you two to the 8th carriage. Before you get on, she points around and tells you whoâs from which district.
âSorry, Dina. Iâve never been around horses before.â Jesse says as he tries to get up into the carriage.
âYouâll get used to it.â Dina smiles, and goes to take her place backstage.
âLadies and Gentlemen welcome to the 81st annual Hunger Games! Iâm your host, Caesar Flickerman, and today we are awaiting the tributes for the famous carriage paradeâŚâ
As he drones on, you canât help but keep looking at the female tribute Dina said was from district 2. You scoff to yourself, she must be a career. The capitol should, in theory, make them illegal. But they love the drama they stir up. You take a deep breath, flattening out the dress near your hips and fluffing up the skirt, all while keeping your eyes locked on the girl a few carriages in front of you. This has to be perfect.
Jesse sees you staring her down. He nudges you a little, âHer nameâs Ellie.â He starts, even though you didnât ask. âSaw it on tv on the train here while you were sleeping. Supposedly she got blackmailed into volunteering. Her dad fucked with the wrong crowd and this girl threatened to kill him if she didnât volunteer. At least, thatâs what I heard anyway.â
You simply hum in response, closing your eyes and continuing to make your dress look as neat as possible.
Not satisfied with your response, Jesse states, âSheâs pretty, right? Not my type though.â
You look up at her again. âYeah, no. Not my type either.â You lie through your teeth. Damn, if you had seen this girl anywhere but here, youâd wanna be buried in her thighs. What, who said that! You clear your throat and try to focus. Itâs gonna be easy. Just wave and flash that pretty smile and the sponsors will love you.
You see the first carriages start to go, and you hear Caesar announce, âAnd theyâre off! Wow! Look at them go!â
You take one more deep breath before your carriage starts to be pulled out of the shadows and into the stadium.
âWould you look at that! District 1, never failing to impress.â Caesar goes on, he sure can make anything sound like the best thing ever. âAnd here comes district 2. I hear we have a bit of an outlier this year.â
All of a sudden, the girl, who appeared to just be wearing a normal suit, spreads her arms out and metallic wings emerge. She doesnât even smile. She just smirks, and the crowd goes wild.
You look up on one of the big screens and finally get a clear view of this Ellie girl. Sheâs wearing just a plain black suit, and behind her are those giant metallic wings. You squint your eyes. The camera zooms in and you see the wings arenât just made of hunks of metal, theyâre made of guns. Your jaw drops, but then you remember youâre on live television, so you immediately straighten up.
âThatâs crazy.â You mutter to yourself, but Jesse must have heard it because he nods in agreement.
âI love it, I absolutely love it!!â Caesar goes on, and the crowd never stops cheering for her, even as more carriages come through.
You take your eyes off the screen and look at her in front of you. Sheâs absolute eye candy and she doesnât even look like sheâs trying. Your stomach and chest twist out of jealousy. If these people donât cheer for you and Jesse just as loud⌠thereâs going to be a problem.
Finally, itâs your turn. Thereâs big lights shining on you as you emerge into the light of the stadium. You wave your hand like how you and Dina practiced in the mirror. You want to give almost a regal look, so you give a small, elegant wave. At the same time, Jesse raises his cane to the crowd, almost like heâs saying âHello. How do you do? Iâm very fancy, yes. Iâd love it if you sponsored me.â
âHow charming! Oh my, I love it! That is amazing!â You smile when you hear Caesar praising the two of you.
You reach the middle of the stadium, and bust out the move you know is sure to get a good reaction: you smile wide, but keep it classy, and start blowing graceful kisses into the crowd. When youâve done that enough times, you pick up your skirt in one hand, put your other hand up to your heart, and bow graciously.
The crowd absolutely eats it up.
You come back up from the bow and look in front of you. You canât even hear what Caesars saying, because you lock eyes with Ellie, whoâs turned around to stare at you. You canât exactly tell what her expression is, because sheâs so far away, but you swear you can hear exactly what sheâs thinking:
âIâm going to kill you.â
~
That night, you lay awake in the plush bed of the room youâre staying in. Maria keeps saying âyour roomâ âyour bedâ, and it honestly annoys you a little bit. Theyâre not yours. Youâd rather be back in district 8, in your own actual bed. You roll over, trying to get comfortable, as you need to sleep and conserve all your energy for the games. Oh shit. The games. You groan, reaching over to grab a pillow and hugging it to your chest. Why are the games still a thing? They shouldâve ended years ago. You remember there was almost an uprising all over Panem. That girl Katniss maybe? Your brain is too foggy, you canât even think straight.
You hug the pillow tighter. And what was with that girl Ellie? You made a mental note to watch her during training tomorrow, to see what she does.
You sigh, and reach up to rub your head. Now with thoughts of Ellie, there was no way you could sleep.
~
âHowâd you sleep?â Jesse asks the next morning. After breakfast the two of you walk with Maria to the training center. She keeps telling you that if youâre on time, youâre late, so you guys always end up at every place at least 15 minutes early.
You shrug your shoulders, âFine I guess.â You donât want to tell him that you couldnât really sleep, or all the nightmares you had, or what you had to do to stop thinking about Ellie.
âItâs weird. Itâs way too quiet.â
You look up at him. âWhere?â
He gestures around the ginormous building, âHere. In my room.â
You laugh a little, âOh, so itâs your room now?â
âCmon. You know thatâs not what I meant.â
âOh, look. Weâre here.â You nudge Jesse a little, trying to lighten the mood. He just shoots you a disappointed look.
You, Jesse, and Maria sit side by side on a little bench outside the training center. Thereâs already a couple people there, but not too many. Now that youâre closer to the other tributes, you can really evaluate them in your head. You look at them one by one, saying things to yourself like âOh I could definitely take him in a fight.â And âIâd feel bad but that 12 year old would get absolutely hounded.â
As each new pair of tributes arrive, you do the same thing. Eventually, everyone is there but two.
The head trainer comes out and taps her foot. You look around. Of fucking course itâs her. The one person you actually wanted to see. You hear a laugh in the distance and look up to see Ellie, her mentor, and the district 2 male tribute casually walking to join the rest of you. Huh. Youâd think sheâd wanna be here early to scope out her prey or something.
You slowly look her up and down, you hope she locks eyes with you so that she knows youâre staring. You cross your arms and mutter to yourself, âI could take her.â
Jesse seems to have a talent for hearing you when you donât mean to, because he asks, âIn a fight orâŚ?â
You gasp and punch him. You both laugh, and you feel grateful heâs not the vengeful type.
The head trainer explains all the rules for today, and even though you hate being here, itâs actually pretty cool to see how it all works.
You and Jesse decide to split up. Youâll focus on survival, and heâll focus on combat. Then, when your time is halfway done, youâll come together and tell each other what worked and what didnât, and youâll switch.
Itâs a pretty nice plan, considering some of the tributes from the same district are already starting to get sour with each other and split up. You hope that doesnât happen to you and Jesse, youâre actually starting to really like his companionship and company. You sigh and start to look around at what to do first. Thereâs the plant matching game, the fishing area, or maybe you should focus on shelter instead of food?
You start to head over to the makeshift tent area, when something off to the side catches your eye.
You see Ellie all by herself, squatting in the area where people learn to make fires, with a little switchblade. You cock your head to the side, and look around. No oneâs paying any attention to her.
All the other careers from 1, 2, and 4 have already teamed up, like they always do early on. Theyâve come up with a game where if you fall on the monkey bars, or canât shoot a perfect arrow, you have to stay behind an extra 3 seconds by the cornucopia.
Itâs absolutely fucking stupid, and they even go and win almost every year. You glance back over at Ellie. Her hair is in a messy half up half down style, and somehow she makes the weird training suit you guys are forced to wear work.
Your breath starts to quicken, but you say fuck it and go to talk to her anyway.
You shuffle your feet a little so that she knows someoneâs coming. Now is really not the time to scare her. âToo bad we had to end up here, huh.â
She seems a bit shocked someoneâs actually talking to her, with how quickly she looks up at you. âWhat?â
âToo bad we had to end up here.â You repeat yourself.
Ellie stares at you. âLeast itâs not the quarter quell.â She says flatly.
You swallow, surprised that her voice is higher than you expected. You realize youâve never actually heard her speak before, and you pictured her voice to match her face: rough and a little mean.
But itâs sweet.
You just laugh awkwardly and agree. You donât want to seem like youâre towering over her, so you sit down on the ground next to her. She only continues playing with her switchblade. You try to sneak another glance at her, and you notice she has so many beautiful freckles up close.
âYou do know how to make a fire, right?â You decide to break the silence and ask.
She sighs, âOf course I do.â
You gesture to the pile of sticks and wood in front of her. âLetâs see it then.â
Ellie just stares at them. You guess sheâs probably trying to figure out what to do first. âRight. Of course. Fine.â She says, shaking her head. She grabs two sticks and tries to rub them together.
You gently place your hand on hers to stop her. âYou need to make a nest first.â
She blinks at you. âLike for birds?â
You laugh a little, âNo, silly. HereâŚâ you grab the sticks out of her hands and place them down to build a nest for the fire. Ellie watches closely to what youâre doing. You hold out your hand for the knife Ellieâs holding, and she reluctantly gives it to you. You carve the end of one stick into a point, and then twist it into a log until the fire starts. âThere.â You say, and look at Ellie.
She slowly looks at you. âJust never had to make one before.â She mutters.
You donât mean to stare to be rude, but her green eyes are almost sucking you in. She seemed so cool and able during her first appearance in the parade. But now that itâs just all the tributes together by yourselves, sheâs acting almost⌠apprehensive. I mean, it doesnât really matter. The goal is to appease the sponsors and mentors, so they can send you gifts in the arena. Thereâs really no point in making friends if youâre going to kill them.
âIâm sorry about what happened by the way.â You suddenly spit out. You mentally slap yourself for being so awkward and having no rizz.
Ellie sure seems to have a habit of just staring at people until they elaborate.
You inhale sharply, âWith your dad.â
She sighs and shakes her head. After a few moments of pause she replies, âYknow just cause Iâm from 2 doesnât mean Iâm a career.â
You nod, you didnât want to say you could tell in case she got mad and tried to kill you early.. âYeah⌠but, itâs not like you had to be here.â
She hugs her knees closer to her. âI mean. I kinda did, actually.â
You cock your head to the side, âWhat do you mean?â
âTo make a really long story short,,, I was forced to volunteer or else my uh, dad Joel, would have died. This girl named Abby has had it out for me. She put her name in like, hah, fucking 200 times for so sheâd get called. Told me if I didnât volunteer to take her place sheâd uh⌠yeah sheâd kill Joel.â
You canât really hide the way your mouth drops. âShit, man. Wow. Thatâs- yeah, Iâm sorry.â You were never really good at consoling people.
She mutters out a quick âthanks.â You think itâs so quiet it could classify as a whisper.
Ellie goes on, âI mean.. everybody now thinks Iâm this total badass cause of the parade. That wasnât even me. That was my stylist,, hell, he told me what to do and when to do it to get the best reaction.â
âYou did look really cool during the parade, to be fair.â And youâre not even lying. You were sure all of Panem was losing their shit as soon as Ellie raised her arms.
She looks at you and softly laughs. âHah. Yeah, Iâm just tired of relying on other people and taking away their credit, yknow?â
You nod. You never really imagined she could be so⌠thoughtful.
Even though youâre in a death game, you mentally slap yourself for not having proper manners like how you were taught, âOh wait. I never introduced myself. Iâm-â
Ellie quickly puts a finger up to your lips to tell you to shut up.
âI know who you are. I saw your reaping too. And who couldnât forget that dress you wore.â She whistles, looking you up and down.
Now itâs your turn to stare at her. The conversation is going better than expected, and you hate to say it, but you couldnât get rid of that butterfly feeling in your stomach. You hoped that if you didnât win, it was Ellie. And if she did happen to die, it was quick.
You canât help but look at her lips, although you look up at her again when you ask, âWhy are you being so nice to me?â
She looks into your eyes and mutters, âBecause youâre the first person whoâs actually made an effort to talk to me.â
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Gonna hear you (M.S)
(Matt Sturniolo x Female reader)
( Warning : Smut of course , fluff, new to writing, long asf sorry i got carried away đ , not proofread but when is it? thatâs all i think )
( Word count : Around 850 )
( Send requests!!!)
Y/N POV:
I walked in the house shared with Nick, Chris and my boyfriend Matt and placed my keys on the key bowl on the wooden table. I could hear muffled screams saying âYou IDIOT!!â âHowâd you mess it upâ âIT WAS AN ACCIDENTâ i knew at this point they were playing Fortnite i didnât know if they were streaming though.
I walked into Nickâs room to say hi as i always do, stumbled my way to Chrisâ room and gave him a hi before i walked to matt room. I finally reached mattâs room kissed him on the cheeks and moved his headphones to whisper in his ear âhi pretty boy, how are you you?â he blushed at my words and pressed a button on his keyboard to say â hi sweetheart iâm good, but better now that your here â I looked at the camera as he unmuted and waved a quick hello.
His stream was going crazy as they read what our mouths said and went wild over the nick names, it made me giggle.
Time skip
I just finished my shower and left my clothes on mattâs bed well he was still on stream. Fuck. What do. i called matts name as he went on mute and asked âwhatâs wrong? â I stepped to show my naked body but still out of frame for them steam couldnât see me.
All his blood travelled straight to his pants and made an obvious bludge in grey sweatpants, i couldnât help but giggle at the fact i made him this way.
He turned his camera off and threw me my top but nothing else. He instructed me to his lap, i quickly followed like a dog following the smell of food. He pulled his pants down and jerked his 8 and half inches before allowing his self in me. We have tried cock warming a couple of times it always ended in him fucking me.
He turned the camera on along with the mic, i could hear Nick and Chris talk about how he was such a simp for me. Matt just told them to shut up and continued the game of Fortnite for an hour or two. Every time he would laugh or get angry he would thrust up and make me whine.. i moaned a bit to loud into the mic a bit to many times. fuck i could not stay quiet for the life of me. Matt moved his hands to my hips and squeezed them to tell me to shut it along with his whisper yellâ There gonna hear youâ
But holy shit i couldnât handle it, i started to grind on him and didnât stop, matt turned his camera and mic off and told me if i didnât stop his gonna end up fucking me.. but shit that didnât sound like a bad idea ?? He turned everything back on and i continued doing my actions. Matt game skills were shit at this point, i could hear Nick say â Matt are you feeling okay? your game is worse than mine lmao đ¤Łâ Matt responded with â actually iâm not feeling that good, ima head off now..â They said there byes and matt said bye to chat and turned discord call off along with twitch.
Matt took me off his lap and spoke into my ear â you wanna be a slut and want my brothers and over 20k people hear you moan? knowing they are gonna hear, than your gonna get fucked like one.â the way he spoke just made me get wetter to the point were i was leaking onto my thighs since i had no underwear one.
He gave me no warning and thrusted into me.. he didnât need to stretch me as he already cock already did the job. Fuck the speed he was at was a speed that iâve never experienced, but holy shit i loved it. I was begging under him, screaming his name like a chant.
After 3 orgasms and Matt not stopping i couldnât even moan i just had my mouth in a âoâ shape and heavy loud breaths. I couldnât take it anymore and matt saw it on my face and spoke â you can take it i know you can, i can take it so can you, plus remember youâre the one who couldnât wait, one more baby please baby i know you got thisâ i really couldnât. Shit after he kept going i couldnât do it i screamed out safe word âketchupâ repeatedly. i know itâs a silly safe word but it worked.
Matt stopped immediately and was so worried asking if i was okay and if he went too far, I reinsured him telling him i was okay and that i was more than okay i just couldnât handle the over stimulation. Matt hurried off to the bathroom and grabbed a wet hand towel to clean me up and then cleaned him self up.
Matt checked his phone and saw 3 messages from chris âŚ
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Hello there đ. If it's ok with you, may I request for ASL brothers + katakuri ? How would they react upon witnessing their fem s/o who just fall from a flight of stairs just casually get up, not saying anything, dust herself off and walk away as if she didn't just fall from a really high place and injuring her head ? Blood obviously dripping down from her forehead like she just got smashed to the head with a bear bottle but her expression stays nonchalant. Idk why when this scene first play in my head I find it funny đ you can ignore this if you want to btw âşď¸. No pressure đ
a/n - pls this idea is so funny đ I love it- tysm for this anon!!
Warnings â ď¸ - crack, g/n reader, modern au, Katakuri needs therapy
- The way he literally just stood there, a handful of potato chips in his mouth, mismatching socks, and only having his boxers on as you fell down the stairs
- he stopped chewing, watching you immediately get up as if nothing happened, blood clearly starting to drip down your nose and forehead from impact
- He kept looking back and forth at you who was now watching tv on the couch as if you didnât just fall down a long flight of WOODEN stairsâŚ?
- He giggled, running up the stairs and fucking jumping off them like a dumbass
- he took your actions as a âskills of falling down the stairsâ challenge which he gladly took
- âWHEEEEEE- OOF-â
- ran straight into the wall, putting a dent, making the lamp above him fall on top of him
- âIâm- fine-! Shishi~â *dies*
- he tried to be like you, didnât work out very well
- lots of ice packs and kisses followed afterwards tho đđ
- also yes heâs still only in his underwear and mismatching socks
- Bold of you to assume you could even fall down the stairs without him being right there to catch you before you fall đ
- ok letâs just say he wasnât payin attention
- You took one wrong step down the stairs, skipping a step as you slid down, flipping forward and slamming your face into the ground rather- harshly
- You could hear boots thudding from the hall, scrambling feet, and in the blink of an eye, Katakuri slid on the wooden floors to find you collapsed on the ground in front of the stairs
- *panic attack starts*
- Literally FREAKING OUT
- You just stood up, wiping your bloody nose and going to the kitchen to grab a bowl of cereal for breakfast
- He stood there, blinking however many times before he walked over to you silently
- ââŚare you ok?â
- you had the absolute audacity to look at him with the most confused expression as if nothing happened at all
- âWhat do you mean? Yeah Iâm fine why?â
- watch him walk out that door right now
- He put those guard rails on the stairs, and non-slip pads on the wooden steps đ
- heâs doing everything in his power to make sure you donât fall down again đĽş
- I just know this man has an issue with stairs, going up and going down them
- You were wearing socks! It was pretty much setting up for your demise against the stairway
- You slipped, sliding down on your ass before flipping forward, skidding to a stop on your face, your legs comically flying above your head before you stopped
- Ace was standing there in disbelief with a mouthful of cereal, the spoon still in his mouth
- Everything was silent as you got up, brushing your clothes off before grabbing a cup of water as if blood wasnât clearly dripping down your face
- Ace rushed over to you, dropping the whole bowl of cereal before grabbing your head with his hands worriedly
- âAre you ok?! Y/n YOU JUST FELL DOWN THE STAIRS!â
- âDo I have to get Marco? Probably- right?! Oh shit.â
- his hands lit on fire from worry, lighting your- hair on fireâŚ
- Started screaming, and you were absolutely clueless as to what was happening
- He grabbed the milk carton and started dunking your head in it, slapping the fire on your head before it could burn any of your hair.
- it ended with ace cleaning up at least a gallon of milk, and a trip to Marcoâs đ
- heâd just be minding his own business, doing some reading as he sipped his cup of tea peacefully
- That was interrupted by you flying down the stairs, hitting your head against the table leg underneath him with a thud
- he swore youâd almost broken the leg in half đ
- You got up, continuing to hum a tune as you grabbed some breakfast, sitting right next to him as you started scrolling on your phone, blood dripping down your face
- He was scared? Of you? No- for your safety and well-being? How tf did you fall down a whole ass flight of stairs and not start wincing in pain? Was it true? Were you actually a demon?
- you looked over at him to see him staring at you with the most concerned look you had ever seen
- âMorning Sabo!â
- You kissed his cheek, wiping the blood off your bruised face with a paper towel before going back to your phone nonchalantly
- Was he hallucinating? No- you fell down the stairs just now! He wasnât dreaming or anything!
- He put his hand on your shoulder and took a deep breath, âY/n⌠I think we need to see a doctor.â
- man got so serious about it help đ
- started looking up, âfell down stairs, did not react disease?â
- âhigh pain tolerance?â
- âcanât feel pain diseaseâ
- âSHOULD I CALL AN EXORCIST?â
- âexorcistdemon.orgâ
a/n - pls sabo would think youâre possessed đ
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Mizu and her gf with a 4 or 5 year old daughter who basically plays match maker without knowing it. Reader leaves the room for a minute or two to make some more tea and the little girl just turns to Mizu and is like âare you gonna marry mama?â or âare you my other mama now?â and basically forces Mizu to think about her feelings for reader, but Mizu is stubborn and doesnât want to admit it or act on it because she doesnât think reader would feel the same way. But one day someone (who is like boss hamata) comes and forcefully takes reader because of whatever reason and she immediately shoves her child into Mizuâs arms because she trusts Mizu, and this is when Mizu realizes that she needs to confess. So then she saves reader and itâs a happy ending yippie âźď¸ (if this is too much feel free to cut it down or remove some partsđ) Ps i love your Mizu fics
pairing: mizu x fem!reader
warning(s): kidnapping (this is fanfiction what did you expect), swearing, blood, mentions of injury/wounds
a/n: the child playing matchmaker and making mizu propose to you đĽš
summary: mizu lives with you, and your young daughter. one day, your daughter asks if she is going to marry you; and she takes a step back to look at her feelings and your relationship. and when your kidnapped, all of that comes into play.
word count: 992 words / 5,300 characters
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âIâll be back,â you murmur in that soft voice; gathering yourself to your feet and exiting the room.
now, mizu was left with your daughter, one that she had promised you sheâd love as her ownâif you wanted her to.
mizu glanced over, seeing the toddler tugging on her clothes.
âhm?â she hummed, casting her blue gaze at the young one.
âare you gonna marry mama?â she cocked her head, hugging a small patterned crane close to her chest, âare you gonna be my new mama?â
mizu was taken aback by the question, gazing down at the little girl. she didnât want to upset her by giving her an answer she didnât want.
âI donât know,â she whispered. her words were true. she, truly, didnât know. she pulled the girl onto her lap, âdo you want me to?â
the girl giggled, smiling softly as she kissed mizuâs cheek. âmhm!â
mizu chuckled, ruffling her hair. the girls words made her thinkâdid she want that? did you want that? if she asked.. which, she wanted toâwould you say yes?
she didnât want to be rejected. god, that scared her.
she knew of your past marriage; how it failed and left you and your girl out in the cold when she was so so young.
she didnât want to bring up past memoriesâbad memories, at that. and would you be comfortable ever being married again?
she had no answer to any of these questions; well, unless she asked you directly.
and she definitely wasnât doing that.Â
she sighed, looking up to see you entering the room.
âyou alright, my darling?â you call to her, cocking your head as you placed the tray of tea on the ground.Â
âI am⌠alright,â she responded, giving you a little smile as you handed her the tea.
âand howâs my little angel, mm?â you laughed, watching as your daughter reached for you with open arms.Â
you took her happily, hugging her to your chest with a smile.
boomâ
you looked up in shock, the loud booming coming for your door. you hugged your child instinctively, shielding her from any harm.
mizu gathered herself to her feet. she was in no mindset or condition to fight, but for you, she would do anything.
âstay in here,â she commanded, stepping out into the hallway to be greeted by many a samurai.
they were looking for her, if she could guess. the blue eyed onryĹ that cut through shindo dojo without one care.
she pushed her glasses up her nose.
drawing her sword, she tapped it against the groundâthe sound loud and screeching. that would stop them for only a moment, a moment she couldnât waste.
she threw herself into the heat of the battle; but was almost immediately thrown to the floor.
her head wasnât in the right placeânor was her body.
âmizu! mizu!â your voice was shrill, screaming her name until she was able to get up from the floor and get to you. in an instant, she realized your situation, held back by the guardsâyour child in your arms.
that was until you shoved the girl into her arms.
her eyes were wide.
âtake care of her, please, mizu,â you say through a sob, your face bloody. âI-I love you both.â
âdonât say shâ things like that like youâre dying, (y/n),â mizu hissed. maybe she was helpless at the moment; but she would rip through hell and heaven just to secure your safety.
âI very well may,â you chuckle weakly. âjust.. care for her.â
and with that; youâre ripped away from her.
she watched as the guards tore you away. tore your family apart.
they werenât here for her. they never wereâthey were here for you.
she had an idea what it was aboutâthey looked like the shogunâs guards.
soâto edo sheâd go. she would go to edo and rip through the entirety of that damn shogunâs army to get to you.Â
It took days. days of traveling with a young child in her arms to get to edo; but it would be worth it in the end. sheâd find you, and take you home, and..
maybe tell you exactly how she felt about you.
she was getting ahead of herself, though. she hadnât even reached the castle yet.
she wasnât sure it would take long, though, the guards were trained with methods sheâd perfected and learned how to beat.
she had handed the young girl off to a woman for the night, paying her handsomely for the task.
she wasnât bringing a child so close to something so traumatizing. to possibly see her mother..
no, mizu possibly couldnât think like that. you were alive, she felt it in her chest.
slicing through the guards, she found herself at the mouth to the castle. and soon, sheâd find herself in the heartâyou tied up and beaten.
she always loved the way your eyes lit up when you saw her; but not now. youâre face was bloody, scratches down your cheeks and what looked to be a stab wound through your stomach.
the shogun was no where to be foundânor his personal guards, seeing as they assumed you werenât going anywhere.
she walked over to you, her hands caressing your bloody face.
âmy love,â she whispered, pressing a kiss to your forehead as she unshackled youâtaking you in her arms. âyouâll be okay. I am here now.â
you weakly nestled into her arms, squirming at the pain pulsing through your body.
ânow.. may not be the mostâappropriate time for this, yetââ she took in a sharp breath, âI love you, (y/n). I cannot breathe when you are not in my arms; would you do me the honor of.. being my wife..?â
you weakly nodded, mumbling so something of an âI love youâ back to her.
now all she had to do was patch you up, buy you something nice, and make you her wife. than youâd truly be a family.
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a/n: the writing got a bit sloppy at the end because I am tired
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Youâd never know (Part 2)
Pairing : Dean Winchester X Reader
Word count : 1.2k
Warnings : angst, based on s13 ep10 (wayward sisters) so spoilers, canon violence, more like a filler chapter. Not proofread.
A/n: I have no self control when it comes to Dean Winchester so Iâm turning this into a mini seriesđ
I DO NOT GIVE PERMISSION TO COPY MY WORK, TRANSLATE IT OR POST IT TO ANY OTHER PLATFORM. REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED.
âSam, can you call me back I just need to know that you're okay.â Jody Mills left a voicemail to Sam Winchester. She had called the older Winchester but when he didnât answer she called the younger one. However neither answered, she left a voicemail to Sam and decided to call Y/n. Hoping she might respond. There was knock on the door and Jody opened the door immediately.
âPatience?â She questioned looking at the young girl.
âJody I had a vision something bad is coming.â Was all it took Jody to immediately call Y/n L/n.
Y/n didnât know how much time had passed since Sam and Dean left her there, it was still dark out there, she was still standing in front of the warehouse that the angels took Kaia to. Y/n still hadnât reeled from the betrayal she face not many hours ago. Her eyes were blood shot red from keeping in the tears that she kept from falling. She was angry and frustrated, she was angry at Dean, at herself for letting him hurt her so easily. Its her own fault she gave her weakness right into his hands for him to use it against her. She felt pathetic, still crying for the one who hurt her the most, he doesnât deserve her tears.
Her head was pounding against her skull and she could feel a splitting hot white pain surging through her head. She groaned dropping down to her knees her fingers curling on the pavement, wanting to distract herself from the emotional pain by inflicting physical pain on herself. She felt vibration of her phone against her jean pocket, and pulled out to see an incoming call from Jody.
âHey.!â She answered as calmly as possible.
âHey where are you? Whereâs Sam and Dean? They havenât been answering their phones. Everything okay?â Jody bombarded her with questions. âI think I need your help.â
âIâll be at your house in a few hours.â Was the only thing Y/n said before she hung up.
Y/n was in no mood to have a heart-to-heart with Jody and the older woman clearly needed help. Y/n might as well distract herself. She picked herself from the ground, brushing the dirt off the clothes she started walking. She reached the main road and walked the sidewalk waiting for a car to pass-by. It took her a few hours to reach Jodyâs house. She knocked on the door, the door opened revealing Claire. Y/n let herself in when she spotted Alex and an unfamiliar girl.
âY/n this is Patience. Patience this is Y/n, sheâs a hunter.â Jody introduced the girl to the hunter.
âYouâre Missouriâs granddaughter. Your grandma was a great woman.â Y/n said shaking hands with the girl. The girl nodded in acknowledgment.
âSo, Sam and Dean, what do we know?â Claire said walking towards the couch and plopping down on it.
âI think theyâre missing.â Jody replied. âLast I heard from was this voicemail from Sam.â She said playing his voicemail. Samâs voice told them theyâve been looking for girl named Kaia. âThat was three days ago.â Jody addd.âSpeaking of, why arenât you with them?â
Y/nâs heart dropped as she was reminded back of why she wasnât with the boys in the first place. Jody obviously didnât know and unknowingly struck a nerve, the wound was way too fresh to be touched. She took a deep breath before speaking.
âI uhâŚâ she cleared her throat scourging her brain for a convincing lie. âJack said something about going to the Wind Caves. Theyâre with this dream walker girl, Kaia that Sam mentioned. She can help them find Mary. I uh volunteered to stay back to fight the angels whoâre after Jack.â She spoke fast, avoiding eye contact.
âAlright.â Jody didnât seem convinced but she didnât prod. Y/n could feel the tension between the other three females present in the room. She gestured Jody to follow her into the kitchen. When the two of them were out of earshot of the two girls Y/n folded her arms across her chest and raised her brow. Jody sighed before speaking.
âItâs Claire.â
âWhat about her?â
âShe wants to go. She wants to find Sam and Dean.â Jody said exasperatedly.
âSo? Itâs Sam and Dean! She might not say it but she cares for them alot and I donât think thereâs anything wrong with letting her come with. The girlâs been hunting on her own just fine.â Y/n replied not understanding.
âPatience had a vision.â Jody replied. âShe saw Claire getting stabbed and I canât let that happen, Y/n.â
âWe wonât let anything happen to her. Weâll keep her safe.â Y/n replied. âYou canât keep her locked up, Jody. I know you want to protect her but this isnât the right way.â She said patting the sherrifâs shoulder and the woman nodded.
Alex went to her shift at the hospital. Claire went out on her own, then two of them came back with Kaia.
âWhatâre you doing here? Whereâs Sam, Dean and Jack?â Y/n questioned the dream walker but she kept quiet. âWhere are they god damnit answer me!â Y/n snapped. Her heart shouldnât be threatening to leap out of her chest at the thought of losing Dean, because she already did. But she couldnât help herself.
Kaia informed that theyâd been heading towards Sioux Falls when they got run over and they pulled into an abandoned boatyard. Jack opened a door to the other world but Kaia lost control and accidentally took them to The Bad Place and she doesnât remember anything after that. Alex quickly found it was the Larsen brotherâs courtyard.
While the the girls were gearing up, Y/n heard Alex and Patience scream. She grabbed her gun and immediately rushed upstairs to Alexâs room. There was an unfamiliar creature closing in on Patience. Y/n immediately shot the thing in the head. It didnât kill him but it slowed him.
âRun. Get everyone out of the house.â She told the two girls and they ran for their lives. She grabbed the creature by the shoulders and kneed him in the stomach, his weapon dropping to the floor as she did. She picked it up and stabbed him with it, killing him.
âThat thing is not from here, which means the rifts still open. We gotta hurry.â Y/n said as she ran out of the house.
While Y/n and the girls drive to the Wind Caves, Sam and Dean were stuck in The Bad Place The two had been walking around the place to find a way out when Sam spoke.
âDude what the hell was that?â
âWhat?â Dean asked looking around cautiously.
âWith Y/n.â
âI donât wanna talk about it.â Dean replied walking further. Sam sighed knowing thereâs no point in arguing.
Y/n, Jody and the girls arrived at the boatyard soon enough. Y/n noticed another car parked beside the Impala. Donna got out of the car as soon as she noticed their arrival.
âThought we could use the backup.â Jody commented as Donna pulled Alex and Claire in a hug. Y/n gave her a nod.
Y/n hoped they could find Sam and Dean or it would get messy really soon.
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