#HE NEEDED TO BE IN CONTROL BECAUSE HE WAS SCARED. SCARED OF WATCHING HIS DAUGHTERS BECOME HIM AND DREY.

[bizlybebo]

do you ever think about jayson ferin and

[keerysfreckles]

powerless — MV1

pairing: max verstappen x horner!fem!reader

summary: in which y/n horner gets into a terrible crash during the 2025 bahrain grand prix

warnings: use of y/n and she/her pronouns, cursing, kissing, not proofread, rushed writing

a/n: first f1 fic im scared 😖😖

masterlist !

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it was one thing to be an f1 driver for redbull racing. it was a completely other thing to be the daughter of the manager of said f1 team.

to say y/n horner was born into her current position is an understatement. her father, cristian horner, was more than determined to get his eldest daughter into f1 racing. he signed her up as soon as possible for karting when she just turned 8. she excelled through f3 and f2, and now rightfully had an f1 seat alongside max verstappen.

y/n and max got along probably the best out of the entire grid. their interviews together were full of non-stop laugher and red faces, and the duo worked well on the race track. when needed, one would let the other pass to help the team, and vice versa.

today was no different as y/n and max knew their plan for the upcoming race. it was the second to last race of the 2025 season, and redbull racing needed to get a 1-2 podium in order to safely secure the second position in the constructor's championship.

before every race, y/n rushes to give her father a hug. christian kisses the top of her head and wishes her luck moments before she gets into her car. the bright red number 97 was a high contrast against the navy blue paint.

every driver took their starting positon from their quali results. max had gotten pole positon, with lewis hamilton in second, y/n's redbull was in third.

"it's lights out and away we go! we are racing in bahrain," one of the commentators spoke into his headset, his voice blaring over all the speakers.

all 20 cars sped off towards the first corner, without anyone getting into any crashes.

the roaring of engines and both commentator's voices filled the bustling area. fans cheering, and managers and crew members celebrating, at any victories for one's team.

33 laps into the race, and only two drivers have gotten out. george russell after his tires locked up during lap 14, as well as sergio perez after he had an engine failure right after lap 28.

max, lewis and y/n were still the top three drivers of the race, with max leading, only thousands of seconds ahead of lewis.

the three were coming up to a tight turn, making all three cars go tire to tire. max was lucky to get away from the outside. y/n on the other hand wasn't as fortunate.

lewis tried turning his car, trying to make y/n go behind him once again, but he turned gis wheel too hard too fast, crashing his car into the the right side of y/n.

"what the hell is he doing?" cristian wonders out loud, watching one of the many screens in front of him.

y/n loses control of her car, immediately turning into the gravel. her car only spins more before colliding harshly with the wall. her front tires are barely hanging onto her car, the front wing is damaged and the sides of her car are severly smashed in.

"y/n are you okay?" her advisor spoke into his microphone, watching as no movement comes from y/n's car.

christian only worries more as he watches her advisor get no response once again.

"shit, is y/n alright?" max's voice us filled with concern, noticing y/n's car wasn't anywhere on the track behind him.

"safety car is coming around," max's fear only eased slightly at his advisors words.

a red flag is waved at the starting point of the race, causing all cars to slow down immediately. the safety car is quick to go towards y/n, with other crew members running over as well.

once all the drivers were off the track, none of them could tear their eyes away from the screens displaying y/n's car.

max chewed on the edges of his fingernails. he was insanely worried about his teammate and best friend, and he was now regretting never telling her any of his conflicting feelings, because it looks as if she might not make it out of this one.

he kept watching the men in bright orange vests try to get y/n out of the car. he couldn't see if y/n was moving at all, but he could only pray more once he noticed dark smoke coming out of the back of her car.

out of the corner of his eye he saw christian speaking rapidly to everyone around him, worrying for his daughter.

christian stops however, once realizing his other driver is walking – no, running – in the direction of the crash.

"max! what the fuck are you doing?" he yells towards the driver, but max just keeps running.

he doesn't stop, even though his knees are burning and his ankles could barely hold his body up once the smoke turned into fire.

he didn't care at the protests from the crew members, and now two or three firefighters. he was going to get y/n out of that car.

y/n on the other hand, was finally gaining consciousness. her head hit the wall extremely hard, and now she felt nothing but dizzyness, as her eyes blurred and limbs burned.

she turned her head side to side, seeing all the crew members surrounding her smoking car. she signals to them that she's okay, for the most part. she tries helping them, wanting to get out of the hot car as soon as possible.

"i can't get out!" her voice is mumbled in her helmet.

she lifts her arms, but her legs are stuck, crushed in the plastic, rubber and metal.

y/n starts to panic, everything suddenly becomes so loud, and too bright. but one thing catches her eye in the chaos. a dark blue suit.

"max!" she yells, not caring if he truly heard her or not. her breath starts catching in her throat as sudden tears flood her vision.

y/n stops trying to get out of the car as she sits back down in her seat, for three seconds as she takes her helmet off. she throws it somehwere in front of her, and takes off her neck support, and balaclava.

max skids to a stop beside her, and is more than determined to get her out of the car. thankfully the fire has stopped, and now the only problem was how stuck y/n really was.

"max," y/n cries again, her words getting stuck in her throat. she simply grabs onto his arms, silently begging for help.

max tries his hardest to pull y/n out of the car. she assist as best as she can while trying to push with her legs. she moves a little, making other crew members grab her arms, and grab underneath her shoulders.

it's as if a weight is taken off christian horner's shoulders as he watches y/n finally get out of the car. he lets out a breath he didn't know he was holding, still watching the screen.

max doesn't let y/n go even when both of her feet are on the ground. she can't let go of her teammate either, her nails digging into max's racing suit, but he couldn't care about that.

her legs felt as if they would fall off, and she can't help but fall into max. himself and another crew member lead y/n towards the safety car. the girl leans her head against max's shoulder, breathing in his familiar scent.

max starts to leave in the direction he came, wanting to give y/n some space once she was in the safety car. however his decision changed when he felt a hand grip his wrist.

"stay with me, please," y/n looks up at max, and he knows he can't say no to her, especially not when she was just getting out of a small panic attack.

max adjusts hinself so he's sat next to y/n, and his hand never leaves hers. she rests her head on his shoulder again, and closes her eyes, trying to forget about the immense pain in both of her legs.

once again, christian horner lets out a huge sigh of relief, seeing his daughter walk out of the safety car and slowly make her way towards him. christian holds y/n close to his chest, for as long as possible until two medic workers come by, asking to check on y/n's conditions.

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y/n sighs once she's layed down onto the small medical bed. she halfway pays attention while one of the workers checked how her legs were, as well as her head. luckily she didn't get a concussion. the only problem was the multiple large bruises already starting to form on her legs. the worker told her it may take a few days until she feels comfortable walking without any assistance.

just as y/n's eyes start to close, she hears the door open. she turns her head, and just becomes confused once she sees max step into the room.

"max?" she tries sitting up, but groans after realizing how much her legs really hurt.

max helps her sit up, and sits on the bed next to her. he laughs slightly as she immediately rests her head on his shoulder for the third time today.

"wait don't you have to be racing right now?" y/n sits up now, facing max with furrowed eyebrows.

"you'd seriously want me to race after seeing what you went through?" max chuckles.

y/n nods, "well, yes! you absolutely love racing. i don't want to be the reason you can't win today's race."

"i can't possibly race while you're in here hurting," max places his hand lightly over y/n's thigh and lightly runs his thumb up and down.

"yeah, but you never quit races," y/n tries again.

max shakes his head, "you're more important than a race y/n."

y/n can't help but feel her heart flutter at his words. she hates the flush feeling rising to her cheeks.

max leans forward and brings his hand to y/n's face, running his fingers lightly over her skin to brush away the few strands of hair that fell in front of her face.

"thank you," y/n's voice fills the silence, "thank you for getting me out of the car. i don't think i could thank you enough honestly."

max kisses y/n's forehead, "i would save you over and over again if it means i get to be next to you afterwards."

y/n smiles at his words, after grabbing his hand that's still on her thigh. she can't help the tears starting to blur her vision again, but max is quick to wipe them away with his thumb after they land on her red cheeks.

even after he wiped her tears, max kept his hand on her cheek. the air in the room suddenly shifted. y/n ran her fingers over max's, only stopping when max moved her face to face his.

before y/n can get any words out, max closes the gap between the two, pushing his lips against her own.

she was surprised at first, but kissed back. his lips felt soft against hers, and it started to deepend slightly before the girl pulled away.

y/n placed her hand against max's chest, "wait, you're not just kissing me because i'm all emotional, and i basically could've died today right?"

max chuckles at y/n's playful words, "no y/n, i'm not just kissing you because i'm youre savior."

"are you sure? bec–"

"stil liefde," shut up love max interrupts before kissing y/n again, and more passionate than before.

[dadyscumslutprincess20]

S2 cha hyun su smut with female reader where his monster side takes control and it involves a breeding kink with overstimulation 🥰 ( he would make an amazing daddy after watching s2 please tell me I'm not the only one who thinks this)

Cha Hyun Su X Fem Reader

Bold: Monster side , regular: Hyun Su

Genre: Smut

Breeding

Warning ⚠️: Breeding kink, overstimulation , teasing , fingering

Small summary: After Hyun su broke free from the soldiers , he ended up running into Seo Yi-Kyung , who had just given birth to her baby girl , Ah-Yi , Soon realizing that the small girl was born part monster , as Seo Yi-Kung leaves the girl to Hyun Su for the time being , Months later both reader and Hyun su reunite as he tells her everything that happened since she’s been away , a year later as you watch over Hyun su who takes care of the now 14 year old girl like she was his own always being there when Seo Yi-king wasn’t , today you and Hyun su were with Ah-Yi as you watch there father- daughter bond , soon realizing you want a child of your own

It’s now been a year since you reunited with Hyun su , at the time you thought that you were to late , that he found a lover since he was holding a small child in his arms

As you were washing yours , Ah-Yi and Hyun Su’s clothes , well what remained of his clothes , almost all of his remaining shirts now hold holes and rips in them due to his wing that forms when his in his monster form

Carefully soaking the shirt in water a few times before squeezing the water from the shirt , placing it in the crate with the other clean clothes , standing to your feet as your pick up the crate now full of clean clothes as Ah-Yi pink gloves sit safety at the top now clean as ready to be dried

Walking down the hall as you headed for the hanging room as you careful place the crate on the floor , heading for the dresser that was the only thing left behind , quickly grabbing the clips on top of the dresser as you head towards the crate full of clothes

Carefully grabbing Ah-Yi gloves as you place them over the rack , since they were held by a string it was easier to just hand them over the hanging rack/string , carefully grabbing the next pair of clothing as you hang each clothes with 1-2 clips

Once you were dinged with the last piece of clothing you carefully pick up the cadre placing it by the door as you head out the room deciding to leave the door open a bit

You were lucky enough to find a small home hidden not to far from the small garden that Ah-Yi liked to hang out in , it also wasn’t to far from the boat deck that Seo Yi-Kung was living in along with Ah-Yi , making it easier for Hyun su to get to her when ever he needed to or to simply just check on her

There were lots of times were Ah-Yi would rather stay over with you and Hyun su , it shocked you at first that she actually took a liking to you , but you knew it was only because of Hyun su , She knew how much he cared about not only her but you to , Ah-Yi also had times were she would come to you to talk about girl issues ones she was to scared to ask Hyun su

It wanted your heart to know how she thought of Hyun su as a father and he also thought of her as his daughter , as you were now in you and Hyun su shared room , laying on the bed as you quickly become bored as your mind start to wonder

Your mind starting to picture what it would be like if you had a child of your own , smile slightly growing as you start to think of ways to ask Hyun su without making him uncomfortable

After a couple more minutes of thinking you decided to just simply ask him hoping he wouldn’t say no , getting out of bed as your stomach starts to growl as you headed to the small kitchen, there wasn’t much but you were lucky enough to find canned foods , canned fruits and lots of granola bars

Sighing as your grab as granola bar and a bottle of water , sitting in the small couch in what was left of a living room as you open the granola bar taking a bite , reaching for the bed that you left on the table a day ago as you open the book and start to read were you left off finishing off your food

After reading a couple of chapter , closing your book as your place it in the table , quickly grabbing the water bottle as you open the cap taking a few sips as you close the cap back , standing to your feet as your head in the kitchen placing the bottle in the table , as you now head for the drying room to check on the clothes

Opening the door as your head for the hanging clothes, closing the door a bit behind you , checking to make sure they were completely dry as you take them off the string, placing them inside the crate , as your were taking down Ah-Yi gloves you head the door behind opened

Quickly becoming nervous as you turn to face the door , holding the gloves tightly as you hear pairs of foot steps heading your way , biting your lip as you watch as the door slowly opens as your breath quickens

Letting out a small breath as your nervous now clam down once you see it was Hyun su as he enters the room , Ah-Yi following behind soon after

“You..washed my gloves” Ah-Yi says as she stares at the now clean gloves in your hands

“U-uh yea , here you go” you say nervously as you hand her the gloves carefully

“Thanks” Ah-yi says with a smile carefully taking the gloves from your hands , making sure to not touch you once as she places the gloves on her hands , smiling at how bright they looked

“ I’m going to my room , I’m super tired” Ah-Yi says with a small yarn smile still on her face , giving her a small nod as you give her a wave , Ah-Yi quickly gives Hyun su a hug and good night before running off to the spare room

Quickly facing Hyun su once Ah-Yi was far enough as you notice his tired face, quickly noticing a pair of eyes on him as he turns to look as you , cheeks turning red as he see you staring at him

“W-Why are you..looking at me like that” Hyun su says with a blush as he becomes a bit nervous to what you were up to

“Just thinking”you reply with a small smile as you coo to stare at Hyun su

“T-Thinking of what exactly ” Hyun su asks now being curious to what you were thinking exactly, as his heads tilts to the side a bite , looking like a lost puppy

“How would you both feel about a baby” You asks bravely as you look Hyun Su in the eyes as his eyes becomes slightly wide , quickly turning his head as he now faces a mirror, one of his eyes turning blue

‘Is that a good idea’ Hyun su asks his self

‘Come on , say yes , imagine it’ Hyun su monster self replies

‘How much bigger her boobs will be, the breast milk, how big her belly will become carrying our child, if you want I can take over , maybe even take turn , yah’ His mister self adds as he shows off a wide smile

As Hyu su takes a minute to think , cashing you to become confused as he suddenly became quite noticing that he was staring in the mirror as you turn to look in the mirror see into that one of his brown eyes was now blue , now getting what was going on as you patiently wait for their decision

‘ Okay , just don’t hurt her’ Hyun su finally agrees as he feels his self fall into a deep sleep

As Hyun su slowlg turns to face you eyes now closed as he softly runs his neck with one of his hands , after a couple seconds his opens his eyes staring straight in to your soul causing your cunt to become as you let out a soft whimper

Taking slow steps towards you as he stops only a inch away as he bends down to your height now eye to eye with you

Eyes scanning between your lips and yes and he gives you a small smirk barely noticeable

“What are we going the do” Hyun su says with a slight smirk eyes now locking with yours , quickly picking you up in his strong arms as your legs wrap around his waist ,arm wrapped arm hai neck as he’s still staring in to your eyes as he turns and carries you out of the room

Exiting the drying room as he heads down the halls towers yours shared room , taking one hand as he quickly opens the door kicking it closed once he was inside , walking tot he bed as he carefully throw a you on the bed , heading for the door , as he locks the door , heading back to you on the bed as his takes a minute to look you over

“Strip” Hyun Su demands eyes not leaving your figure once as your quickly get off the bed hands reaching for the bottoms of your shirt as your slowly pull it over your head , eyes locked with Hyun su as your slowly reach for the back of your bra , quickly undoing the hooks as you pull it off the arms dropping it to the floor

Hyun su eyes now traveling down to your huge plump boobs as he lets out a small groan , feeling his pants becoming slightly tight as he watches your hands slowly moves towards your shorts , quickly unbuckling your shorts , undoing your zipper as your pull them down your hips causing them to fall to the floor , kicking them to the side as you soon do the same to your panties

Slowly climbing on the bed not once braking eye contact with Hyun su as you stop at the middle of the bed , sitting on your knees as your hands slowly moves up your legs , towards your dripping core , up your stomach, stopping once they were finally at your boobs as your use your hands to give them a slight squeeze knowing how much it bothered Hyun su

Letting out a annoyed groan as Hyun su walks towards your sitting figure as he uses a hand to grab a hold of your throat pushing you on your back and he uses his other hand to pull your legs from under you so you wouldn’t be hurt

“ Don’t fucking tempt me , sweetheart” Hyun su threatens as he loosens his grip a bit , allowing you to gasp for air , using his free hand as it travels down to your body given your a hard squeeze to your now hard nipple as your let out a soft moan , letting go of your neck as he starts to let wet kiss down your neck stopping once he was between your boobs

With one hand playing with your boob , he start to kiss and suck on your boob that was unoccupied as he start to bite softly at your nipples causing you to let out breathy moans as your arch your back slightly off the shared bed

After a few more licks at your boobs he turned to give the other the same treatment as you tried your best not to make much noise as you didn’t want to wake Ah-Yi

Pulling away from your boobs as he travels back up towards your lips giving your deep and loving kisses , using one hand to open your legs wider , hand now traveling to your dripping core as he uses two fingers to spread your fluids causing your to key out a gasp

“So wet for me” Hyun Su says as he lets out a deep groan as he pushes two fingers inside your dripping cunt cashing you to let out a loud moan

“Hold up your legs” Hyun su says as he’s eyes lock with your soaked cunt , not giving you the pleasure your cunt desperately needed as you quickly grab hold of your legs pulling them towards your chest

Once you had a hold of your legs , Hyun su moves his fingers at a fast pace causing you to arch your back off the shared bed , biting your lips as hard as possible to not make much noise , as Hyun su fingers start to move in and out of you at a pace that your mind couldn’t process as your toes start to curl

Hyundai su eyes not leaving your core once as the noises it made sounded like music to him as he gives your cunt a wide smile , picturing how you would look with a huge belly as he adds a thirds finger picking up his pace as you let a moan slip past your lips eyes rolling to the back of your head as you pull both your legs closer towards your chest

Leaning into your inner thighs as he leans soft wet kisses trailing down to your dripping core as your nails start to dig into your skin as Hyun su leave wet kisses against your clit causing your mind to go fuzzy as you feel your self tighten around his fingers , feeling your climax nearing

“I-I’m gonna” you moan out loud biting down hard in your lip , as your feel a knot form in your stomach, dripping cunt tighten around Hyun Su fingers but before you could release he quickly pulled away , letting out a soft moan and whine due to lost contact as you quickly look toward Hyun su

Only to see him left in just his shirt and boxers , quickly pulling off his shirt as he stares at your in the eyes , blue eyes shiny with amusement as his hands slowly reaches for his boxers pulling them down in one pull as they drop to his ankles , kicking both his pants and boxers to the side as he slowly climbs on top of you

Giving you a wet and passionate kiss as he pushes his thick , 8 inch cock in to your dripping core , sliding in with ease as you were already soaked from the start

Without waisting a second Hyun started to violently pound in your wet cunt as you let out a loud moan forgetting all about trying to stay quite , eyes rolling to the back of your head as you let go of you legs , arm quickly wrapping around his neck and one claws at his back which heals within seconds

Aw Hyun su thrust becomes faster , back arching off off the bed as the room fills with the sound of lid skin slapping , Hyun su grabs at your hips with one hand as he uses the other to hold on to the head board, keeping you in pace as he violently pounds your now sensitive cunt as your climax was nearing once again

“ I-I’m , Please” you moan out as you hold eye contact with Hyun su

“Hold it” Hyun su says with a deep groan as he lets go of the head board, grabbing a hold of your neck , as he thrust becomes deeper kissing at your cervix , legs starting to shake as you try your hardest to hold your climax

Leaning in as he starts to give your a kiss , lips moving in sync as he lets go of your hip hand moving towards your dropping cunt as he start to rub your clot with slow circles , which soon turned into a pace pace almost like it was making his thrust as he continued to pound your wet core

Eyes now in the back of your head as your feel a knot form in your stomach, letting out loud moans in the kiss as you claw deeper in to Hyun su back , as you were to more in pleasure you didn’t release your came over Hyun su cock

Not until he came to complete stop , slowly braking the kiss as he pulls away from you , blue eyes looking between you and his now cremes cock as he take a minute to process what you did

“I didn’t say you could cum” Hyun su as he looks as you with a cold expression

“I-I C-Coulnt hold it, please” You managed to let out in a shaky breath

As Hyun Su still hold a cold expression eyes locked on yours , before your could say anything he start to pounded in your now sore and soaked cut and you let out a loud moan

Grabbing at your throat with both his hands and he pounds into you at a inhuman speed , once you didn’t know he had until now , as your legs starts to shake violently, arms clawing at his back as your kind becomes fuzzy to fucked out to think of anything other then Hyun Su’s thick cock inside of you

“P-Please, Slow.. D-Down” you managed to moan out as Hyun Su seems to ignore you as he thrust stats to do deeper biting at you womb as your back arch’s off the bed

“H-Hyun su .. C-Can’t.. N-No more” you moan as your eyes roll back a bit further making your feel as if they would pop out at any minute as your body starts to become sore , as your cunt couldn’t handle any more violent attacks, feeling a knot form in your stomach for the millionth time right as you try yo keep a hold of Hyun su as your boobs bounced with every thrust

“Cu-Cumming” you moan out as Hyun su grip tightens around your neck causing your cunt to tighten around his cock

“Hold it” Hyun Su demands as he thrust starts to become more sloppy with a few more thrust he came deep inside of your womb as your back arch , you cumming soon after as he continued to fuck his come in to yours , making sure they were mixed together before finally pulling out of your as he lays next to you , body now sore as you lay on his chest soon falling to sleep

As Hyun su laid next to you eyes soon turning to their normal color as he doses off to sleep

[aryxchse]

the calm waters / percy jackson x daughter of amphitrite! reader.

a / n : i love the trope of married gods' children falling in love. and i will shamelessly write about it!!!!

warnings : cursing, blood, fighting, stoll twins being icons!!

"y/n, we need you on the arena!" connor stoll called, rushing to you.

you were in the lake, meditating in the water to find inner peace or something, or just to be away from the camp's chaos. well, as you can see, your plan was doomed.

you sighed as you stepped outside of the waters, standing on the dock with the help of some waves. you weren't even wet, still in your dry camp tank top and blue shorts. "what happened this time, stoll?" you asked, hands resting on your hips.

"percy is beating one of my step brother so fucking bad," he panted out, and you didn't wait for him to finish for rushing to arena.

there was a big crowd, which made a big circle in the middle of the arena. you pushed away some kids to reach where percy was. and boy, the view was not good.

percy was on top of the poor kid, punching him non stop. the guy was already bleeding but percy seemed to go feral, and you wondered what could the boy have possibly done to make him this mad.

everyone was too scared to stop him, even the ares kids wasn't doing anything. and you knew you had to do something before he basically killed the boy.

"alright percy, that's enough." you yelled, grabbing percy's arm harshly to make him stand up. he stopped the minute he heard your voice, only panting now and giving death stares to the boy who fainted on the ground.

"he fucking deserved it." he growled, not looking at you. you kept him away from the boy as the apollo kids moved the kid away, immediatly to the infirmary.

"does it matter?" you held his face in your palms, expression serious. "control yourself."

the words seemed to have an affect on him, to a level of charmspeaking. his expression softed as his eyes met yours, quick breaths slowing too. "you're more than that." you spoke again, as the crowd standed far behind you.

as you both kept talking, mostly you calming percy down, and him easly melting under your touch, the stoll brothers stared at you both.

"i wonder how she can calm him down this easy." travis said, stooding beside his twin. they knew their brother were wrong, and they didn't liked the boy anyway.

"because of their parents, y/n is the daughter of amphitrite." connor explained, but from travis' expression, he knew his brother didn't understand what he meant. connor rolled his eyes before he continue to speak again.

"do you know why she's married with poseidon?" he asked, and travis shook his head as in 'no.'

"because, poseidon was a maniac back then," connor said, hitting his head. "and zeus made him marry with amphitrite to calm his temper down, which, it worked perfectly."

travis' expression changed, "oohhh," he smirked, crossing his arms like his brother. "i get it know. power of the love and all."

conner chuckled, shaking is head. "whatever this is, it's working and i'm glad. percy is no better than his dad, in fact, he's worst."

travis looked at him with his usual mischief. "well, we're glad he has his wife around him yeah?"

connor laughed. "totally."

the twins watched you go to the lake, diving in the water professionally.

[torukmaktoskxawng]

‘anla

part two out now

Summary: Ao'nung is carefree and rude, to say the least. All he needs is the fear of Eywa in him, and a girl from the Omatikaya clan unexpectedly straightens him out.

Pairing: Ao'nung/Fem!Na'vi!Sully Reader

Warnings: Mature language, violence, mentions of blood, harassment, death threats, teenagers acting their age, time skips, overprotective fathers, military dad, puppy love, canon compliant, slow burn, etc.

Word Count: 5k+

Tag: #'anla ao'nung fic

Na'vi Words: ‘anla - yearn for, ikran - banshee, pa'li - direhorse, skxawng - moron, tsaheylu - the bond, marui - pod homes, tsmuke - sister, tsmisnrr - nectar lantern, olo'eyktan - clan leader, tanhì - bioluminescent freckle, akula - shark like, tulkun - whale like, maite- my daughter, sa'nok - mother, Iknimaya - Rite of Passage, matxe'lan - my heart, ilu - dolphin/plesiosaurlike, txampaysye - gill mantle, Ayram Alusìng - Hallelujah Mountains, sa'sem - parents, tsakarem - tsahik in training, tsahik - spiritual leader

(I do not consent to my works being reposted or copied)

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"It's called a punch, bitch! Don't ever touch my sister again."

"Get him, Ao'nung!"

"Show him!"

"Stop this! Stop it! So stupid!"

"Ow! My tail!"

"My ear! Let go! He's got my ear!"

Kiri had begun to laugh the nerves off, amused by the ridiculous display of testosterone in all her short teenage life. Hiding her giggles behind her hand, all she could do was watched as her brothers pathetically fought for her dignity against Ao'nung and some of the other reef boys. It had all been fun and games until she noticed a familiar figure in the sky and she craned her neck up to see it.

A shadow looms over the boys, darkening the world around them as it drew closer. Lo'ak and Neteyam both take a moment to recognize the shadow before dodging out of the way, hot blood cooling from the fight as they quickly moved out of the reef boys' reach. Ao'nung, laughing because he thought they were running scared of him, was the last to see the shadow, only pausing when he noticed his friends looking up and their eyes widen in horror. He isn't given a moment to turn around because something large lands in the shallow water behind him and the force of it drove him to stumble into the wet sand below him. The growling and snarls coming from behind the chief's son send chills down his frame, despite the warm day, as he finally turned his body around to stare up at the beast.

Blocking out the sun above him was a large ikran, light blue with gold lightning running up its figure, cawing loudly as if it had caught a meal. Its wings splash in the water, digging into the sand beneath and cooling off like a tired pa'li. Ao'nung began to crawl away from the ikran by the heel of his hands and feet, breath panting rapidly as the fear took over. The fear didn't lessen even as the ikran's rider dismounted, feet splashing into the beach water, drawing up to their ankles. Ao'nung tried to control his breathing as the rider stood over him, snarling down at the Metkayina boy like he was a bug that was stepped underfoot.

Y/n te Suli Neytiri'ite bore a look of disgust, her bright yellow eyes boring into Ao'nung's very soul. Without looking away from him, she addresses her ikran, her four-fingered hand petting down the side of the beast's neck, "Easy, girl. He's the wrong kind of fish. You can't eat him."

Looking around, the oldest daughter of Toruk Makto demanded answers with a stern tone, acting years older than fifteen, "What's the meaning of this?"

Lo'ak spat blood onto the sand, "They called us freaks."

Blink and you would miss it, but for Ao'nung, who refused to look away in fear of the ikran and her rider, he caught the small shift in Y/n's ears before they reverted back to normal. Her tail twitched, too, and from observation, he realized this was the Forest People's way of showing alertness or agitation.

Kiri had caught onto her sister's shift in behavior as well, her voice cautious, "Y/n..."

"Go home, Kiri. Now." Y/n's voice was flat, rid of emotion as she took charge of the situation, pointing to her twin brother, "'Teyam. Pick that skxawng up and go wash your face."

Neteyam nods dutifully, bending down and grabbing Lo'ak's elbow, the younger boy rolling his eyes at the name-calling. Y/n's eyes narrow at each of the reef boys before directing her gaze at Ao'nung, who stiffens under her close inspection, "As for you... You think it's hard to learn your ways. So why don't you try learning our ways and you can be the judge of that?"

The female Omatikaya gestures to the ikran behind her, one corner of her lips slowly turning up as a challenge, "Go ahead. Make the bond."

In response, Y/n's ikran hissed, fangs bared and jaw open wide. Ao'nung could feel the hot breath of the animal fanning his face and could see down its throat. Suddenly the courage and the teasing had left his body. Eyes still wide, unable to look away, Ao'nung can only swallow down his rapid breathing while Y/n just huffs, unimpressed, "As I suspected. You're not even brave enough to get back on your feet. You wouldn't last ten minutes in the forest, Fish Lips."

Y/n waited until all three of her siblings were walking away before she made the tsaheylu with her ikran and mounted the creature, eyebrows raised while peering down her nose at Ao'nung, "Who's the freak now?"

She had flown away, leaving Ao'nung in the sand, the ocean brushing his legs while his friends stood around, gawking. After returning her ikran to the jungle behind the village, Y/n bounded her way back to the Sullys' marui, internally preparing herself for what her siblings likely told her parents. She was not disappointed as she turned the corner, entering the tent to only find her father waiting for her, her siblings already gone from sight.

"What the hell were you doing back there?" Jake demanded under his breath the moment he saw his eldest daughter.

"What do you mean?"

"Do not try playing dumb with me right now. Your brothers already told me what happened."

"I was humbling Ao'nung." She scoffed, smiling to herself as she mocked the boy not currently present, "He couldn't bond with an ikran even if he tried. They would eat him."

Jake sighed, exhausted beyond his years at her antics as he placed one hand on his hip and the other on his pounding head, "You weren't trying to humble him, Y/n, you were humiliating him. And you knew what you were doing."

She shrugged, "Either way it's a win-win. A bruised ego is a lesson-learned ego. That is, if he's smart enough to actually learn his lesson--"

"That's enough, young lady," Jake spoke sternly, the marine in him making an appearance, "Ao'nung is the chief's son. You either need to get along with him or at the very least respect him."

"And I am Toruk Makto's daughter!" Y/n snapped back, "Maybe respect should go both ways."

"Enough."

The tone drove Y/n to straighten her posture, glaring into the space ahead of her, avoiding her father's gaze as he approached her, "Any more backlash comes out of that smart mouth of yours and you'll be grounded from flying."

Her bottom lip pokes out as she pouts. Jake's eyebrow raises at her reaction and the simple facial movement is all Y/n needs before she mumbles out, "Yes, sir."

"Good. Now get lost." Slouching, she turns to leave.

"Hey..." She turns back to find her father standing there instead of the marine, his features softening into curiosity, "How scared was Ao'nung?"

A grin slowly dawns on Y/n's face, stretching the stardust on her cheeks, "Terrified."

"Atta girl."

~~~~~~~~~

It was close to eclipse and both Neteyam and Y/n were flying their ikran, bows in hand, and enjoying a few more laps around the island before they were forced to return to the village. Neteyam makes a hand gesture and instructs his ikran to dive, his twin closely following them on hers.

They land in the jungle, their ikran hooking their claws into the trunks and vines of the vast trees. Breaking the bond, Y/n jumped to one branch and then skillfully climbed down the trunk, Neteyam not far behind her. The twins land gracefully on the forest floor, their conversation cut off midsentence to the sound of a twig snapping. Both of them spin their heads in the same direction they heard the noise, their ears wildly twitching with every little sound they heard. Finally, with bated breath, the figure behind the noise emerged. It was Ao'nung, walking towards them from the direction of the village, a big bruise now sprouting over the right side of his face.

"Does this guy have a death wish or something?" Y/n muttered to her brother, all the while peeking up at her ikran nestled in the trees above her.

"Don't react until we know what he wants," Neteyam advises, leaning his weight onto his bow, acting casual.

A little smug to spite her brother, Y/n called out to Ao'nung as he approached them, "Little far from the reef, are we Fish Lips?"

He doesn't react to the insult other than a small sneer gracing said lips. When he stood still in front of the twins, they both noticed how he was struggling to look them in the eyes. His fingers twitched, trying to find something to do while he muttered, "I did something... some would think dumb."

"Some?"

"Tsmuke." Neteyam hissed at Y/n from under his breath.

Ao'nung continued, ears flattening to the point he looked ashamed of himself, "I brought your brother hunting outside the reef. And..."

"And?" Neteyam urged him to continue.

"And I left him there."

Y/n's head tilts at the same time her pupils shrink and her fangs make an appearance, "You did what?"

"I thought he'd find his way back to the village eventually, but he still hasn't returned. I just wanted to scare him!" Ao'nung defended himself, albeit a bit weakly, his eyes pleading when he finally looked up at stared directly at Y/n, "That's all!"

She huffs a laugh of disbelief through her nose and it sounded irritable. Y/n peered over at Neteyam with narrowed eyes, "I was right, brother. He does have a death wish."

"That's enough, Y/n!" Neteyam keeps a hand out in front of his sister to keep her at bay, then uses that hand to point accusingly at Ao'nung, "And you! We're going to see my father and you're gonna tell him what you told us. Let's go!"

Defeated and preparing for the inevitable, Ao'nung has the decency to at least lower his head in shame, half of his face still swollen from the fistfight so he winced in pain when he pouted. Neteyam moves to lead the three teens out of the jungle and Ao'nung moves to follow him. A hand shoves his arm, however, and the hiss Y/n breathes into his ear as she walked past him was the exact opposite of friendly.

"If my little brother is dead out there because of you, I promise not even Eywa will find whatever is left of you."

The twins had marched Ao'nung to their family's marui, demanding he explains to Jake what he did. After carefully listening, Toruk Makto didn't hesitate to seek out Tonowari and together they start a search party. It was already dark by the time the party set out, carrying tsmisnrr lanterns and other means of light around as they flew around on their tsurak. Neteyam and Y/n even took part in the search, flying their ikran back out after their parents made them promise to stay within sight of the village.

Soon enough, a Metkayina warrior hollers out a warning call, indicating he had found the missing boy. Lo'ak was safely brought back to the village and everyone had gathered around to check on his well-being. Neteyam and Y/n landed in the sand and rushed up to meet with their brother, watching him with their eyes as Jake and Neytiri inspect him for physical wounds. Overall, he appeared unharmed, all the while he glared up at Ao'nung, who had the decency to look ashamed. As the olo'eyktan insisted that his son was to blame for this incident, Lo'ak surprisingly came to Ao'nung's rescue, blaming himself and speaking for the other boy's innocence. Jake was not amused by Lo'ak's method of gaining friends and sent the boy home after berating him for shaming the family. Once alone, both Jake and Neytiri turn to Neteyam.

"Where were you?"

"Yeah, what happened to keeping an eye on your brother?"

"Sorry, sir."

Y/n, always her brother's shadow, stepped up from behind him, appearing in the soft glow of the village lanterns, "No, it was my fault. I asked 'Teyam to come flying with me and hunt." When both parents turned to one another, exchanging a voiceless conversation, Y/n's tail twitched, "You DID say we should always pair up if we ever go flying over open water."

Jake's posture deflated, eyes closed to refrain from getting another headache, "Sweetie--"

"He can't be in two places at once, Dad," the teen girl stated with drooping big eyes and lowered ears, "That's not fair. Instead of relying on your son to look after your kids, how about the parents do it for a change?"

The words stun both the parents and brother, all three staring at Y/n in shock as if she had just grown a second head. Neytiri's shock is the first to shrink in and turn to guilt, bottom lip puckered as she moved to reach out for her daughter. Jake didn't contract whatever sentiment his mate was feeling, however, as his posture stiffened back into a former olo'eyktan and war leader. He pointed an accusing finger at her.

"This attitude, Y/n, wherever it came from, stops now. This rebellious phase is over, young lady."

"Ma Jake." Neytiri's tone was gentle, with a small hint of a threat, as if daring Jake to interrupt her, "She is fifteen. Do you remember what you were like at that age? Although I doubt this personality is not a phase. I believe it is from watching you."

Jake looked back at his mate, scandalized while Neytiri just smiles and places her hand on Y/n's shoulder, "Look at her, Jake. Look at both of them."

He dutifully turned to inspect the twins, both of them staring up at him with identical, pouting eyes that nearly made him cave to anything they asked for when they were little. They kept their hair braided and near their shoulders, aligned with beads much like the hairstyle Neytiri wore when Jake first met her all those years ago. Their tanhì were not identical, Neteyam's forming rounded or lined patterns along his nose and under his eyes while Y/n's appear more scattered on her forehead and down her cheeks like constellations. Neteyam didn't have eyebrow hair, Y/n did. He didn't have an extra finger on each hand, but Y/n did. Both looked like Neytiri, which was easy to see, but Neteyam inherited more Na'vi features from their mother while Y/n definitely inherited the alien features from their father.

Neytiri admired her two oldest children with a fond smile as she reached out to grip her husband's arm, "They are the perfect balance of what we were like. They inherited the best parts of us."

A beat of silence is left between the four of them before Jake relents, unable to look his children in the eyes any longer and waving them away, defeated, "Go rest. Make sure your brother's alright."

"Yes, sir." They both say simultaneously, trying not to appear rushed when they quickly made their exit, beads clinking together as their braids moved while they walked.

~~~~~~~~~

The next day, both Neteyam and Y/n were surprised to discover Ao'nung hanging out with Lo'ak willingly, and Lo'ak didn't appear bothered. In fact, the future olo'eyktan didn't seem interested in being anywhere unless with the Sully kids and his sister and Rotxo. He still appeared wary of them, but at least he wasn't insulting them under his breath anymore. At one point in the early afternoon, all the kids huddled around on the rocks by the beach after their chores were done and had asked Lo'ak what happened the night before. He explained how he was attacked by an akula but saved by a tulkun. The reef children doubted his story until Lo'ak gave a brief description of the creature. Tsireya, Ao'nung, and Rotxo were all shocked and explained the horror stories they knew of Payakan, unwilling to believe he could have been friendly to Lo'ak until the young Omatikaya stormed away.

Y/n had listened quietly and waited until she was back in the marui to voice her thoughts while she and her twin were weaving a fishing net together, "He's confusing."

"Who?" Neteyam looked up and caught the knowing look in her eye, "Ao'nung?"

"Yeah. He's acting... nice. He's actually sweet when he's not around the other reef boys."

"Yeah, he acts like he's related to Tsireya." Neteyam chuckled lightly through his nose.

"You think Lo'ak made up with him?"

"I think so. Or maybe some level of respect and understanding has been placed."

"Still. He was cruel." She snarled, willing herself to remember the reef boy up until the day they met him, "I don't understand how Lo'ak could forgive him. He nearly died because of Ao'nung. Kiri was harrassed by him and you guys fought."

Neytiri and Jake both enter the marui and weren't ashamed to admit they were eavesdropping when the Na'vi woman pitched in on the conversation, sitting down in front of her twins to help with the net, "He's likely just starting to warm up to you, maite."

Neteyam grins teasingly, eyebrow ridge raised in his sister's direction while speaking to his mother, "Yeah, her especially. You should see the way he stares at Y/n when she's not looking, sa'nok."

Y/n feels her neck crack when she spun her head to stare at her brother, appalled as he laughed. Obviously, he must be right about Ao'nung staring when she wasn't looking since this was all news to Y/n. Her shock turns into a scowl as she reaches over to push his shoulder, "That's ridiculous. I attacked him with an ikran, ridiculed him in front of his friends, and threatened to tear him to pieces if anything happened to Lo'ak. He's likely planning another way to humiliate me."

Jake was cleaning his gun while they talked but took a moment to side-eye his daughter when she mentioned threatening the life of the chief's son. Y/n only smiled back in response to her father's silent scrutiny, her tail waving behind her with feigned innocence. Jake returned to his weapon while shaking his head, though he didn't hide the small corner of his mouth turning up. Neytiri smiled while watching the interaction, though it didn't reach her eyes. A small wave of sadness embraced her, a harsh reminder that her babies were growing and she could not keep them forever. Soon they'll be old enough to be considered adults once they have fully completed the trials of their Iknimaya, and then they'll be free to choose their mates. The idea of her children teasing each other over innocent little crushes brings both fondness and sadness to Neytiri's mind. Where had the time gone?

She shuffled from her sitting position in order to reach her daughter, pulling a braid out of Y/n's face, "People are cruel when they're faced with something they don't understand, matxe'lan."

"Neytiri, don't you dare try to teach our daughter Ao'nung is mean to her because he likes her," Jake spoke up, finished cleaning his weapon and now looking down the sights of it with a certain reef boy at the forefront of his mind, "That way of thinking never worked on Earth and I'll be damned if I let my children believe that sort of behavior is normal."

"It is true." Neytiri's eyes began to glitter with mischief, "Although if you are anything like your father, you'll likely make a skxawng of yourself when trying to impress someone."

Jake nearly chokes while his twins burst out laughing.

~~~~~~~~~

Y/n was disappointed when she was the last of her family to finish chores late in the day, leaving her alone while they were all elsewhere. Tsireya and Rotxo have taken Neteyam, Kiri, and Tuk to the Cover of the Ancestors to show them where their Spirit Tree resided, and Lo'ak disappeared right before then, likely to go meet with his new 'friend'. As for her parents, Y/n was certain they were with Tonowari and Ronal for the day, helping them gather medicinal plants from the jungle. This left Y/n to her own devices, though she didn't have any idea what to do with this newfound freedom, so she started by just casually walking along the beach. She traveled quite a ways, the village now in the distance behind her. The beach was getting thinner to the point where she was surrounded. One side of her held the vast ocean, the other side a dense, deep green jungle. Y/n wondered how long it would take for her to completely walk around the whole island, betting on possibly two days if she did nothing but sleep and walk.

Her thoughts are interrupted by the sound of something breaking through the gentle waves reaching up to the beach, and as her head spins around, her eyes immediately narrow on who was following.

It was Ao'nung, astride a hyper ilu as he himself appeared in a chipper mood, perking up and waving a fin-hand at her, "Hey! Forest Girl! Where are you going?"

"None of your business, Seaweed Brain." Was her immediate response, her internal defenses on high alert. She kept walking away but Ao'nung made sure to keep in stride with her, swimming just close enough to the shore where his ilu wouldn't get beached.

"Well, then let me come with you. Or if you are not actually going anywhere, I can show you a few good spots."

Her head turns back to him, openly skeptical as she pointedly stared at the distant village behind him, "What about your dick friends?"

He flashed her a confused grin, "My what?"

Right. 'Dick' is an alien word. Y/n huffs, rolling her eyes and facing ahead, still walking away, "You know, the pricks you were with while you were harassing my sister. Are they coming, too?"

"Oh. I dropped them."

It was said so casually, but it only confused her more, repeating the words on her own tongue, "You dropped them?"

"I don't like hanging out with them anymore," He shrugged, maneuvering his ilu to drift into deeper waters when it got too shallow, "They're no fun. All they wanna do is annoy everyone."

"And you don't?"

"Ha ha," he replied sarcastically with a deadpanned expression, "Come on, Forest Girl. Do I look like I'm in a position to trick you? I know your ikran is just one call away. I'm not that stupid."

"No?" She feigns surprise even as she slowly enters the water, the ocean greeting her up to her knees. She knew he had a good point and therefore, because of her boredom, decided to humor the reef boy and take up on his offer, "'Could've fooled me. Your stupid enough not to remember my real name."

Ao'nung rolls his eyes, "You don't exactly use my real name either."

One corner of the Omatikaya girl's lips stretches up and she shrugs with one shoulder in a touché motion. Using her tongue to make various clicks and calls, another ilu emerges from the ocean, and Y/n wads over to it, skillfully mounting it and making tsaheylu. Getting situated, she turns to Ao'nung impatiently, "Well? You mentioned a 'good spot'. Let's see it."

His grin wasn't the usual mischievous smile she had grown to correlate with him. It was more genuine and excited, his blue eyes twinkling like when the sun catches the striking blue sea. Y/n blinks in surprise at her own thoughts, quickly shoving them down as she tightens her jaw and her grip on the ilu, stubbornly staring ahead instead of at the boy.

Ao'nung drifted ahead of her, looking back over his shoulder, "Follow me! The best time to see it is at eclipse."

Both he and his ilu dive under the water and with only her thoughts, Y/n holds her breath and wills her ilu to do the same. The scenery vastly changes from land to ocean life, and the beauty below the water doesn't get ignored. Y/n was still fascinated by the ocean, always finding something new and exciting to explore. She dutifully follows Ao'nung and his ilu, smiling at the cute clicks and hums the swimming creatures make to each other. Swimming on an ilu isn't that different from flying on an ikran, only the ikran only have one rider their whole lives. The similarity between swimming in the water and flying in the air is that they both feel like freedom, riding faster than the two young Na'vi could on their own.

It wasn't a long swim, but they had completely lost the village behind them, still following the beach in the opposite direction as Y/n was doing earlier. Eventually, Ao'nung and his ilu rise to the surface, and Y/n follows, greedily gulping down air when she and her ilu breach. As she caught her breath, she looked around, trying to decipher where they were until she follows Ao'nung's gaze, her jaw slowly dropping in awe.

A large shadow had quickly grown over the teens in their approach. Looming above them was a high cliff, connected to the island and facing the open sea. This large rock face was greatly different from the ones Y/n remembered seeing as her family flew away from their home and flew across open seawater. Erosion had eaten its way through the center of the rock face, naturally cutting all the way through the cliff to form a large archway, hundreds of feet above Y/n's head. The only thing connecting the cliff to the rest of the island was the natural bridge made up of stone and plant life at the top of the arch.

"We call this place 'Sänrr Rong,'" Ao'nung explained while watching Y/n's amazed expression, craning her neck to look up at the tall archway, "'The Glow Tunnel.'"

Y/n lowered her head to face Ao'nung, the question on the tip of her tongue before he waves her off, "Wait a moment. You'll see."

And it was perfect timing. Eclipse came upon the pair and before her very eyes, Y/n witnessed a beautiful transformation. As the world darkened, bioluminescent algae began to glow and travel all the way up the inside walls of the rock archway, igniting the tunnel all the way through to the other side of the tunnel. It was so bright against the contrast of darkness that Y/n could look down and see all sorts of ocean life existing below her, an entire ecosystem that lived underneath this archway as she and Ao'nung slowly drifted through it. The water almost looked nonexistent because of how clear it was. The brightness of the arch led all the way down under the water and came back up the other side, surrounding them like a complete circle, giving off the illusion that Y/n and Ao'nung were floating on air, still straddling their peaceful ilu.

Ao'nung softly explains the beautiful sight, not wanting to ruin the illusion for the Na'vi girl, "The waves grow really high in this area, especially during storms. That's why the algae stretch all the way up to the ceiling of the tunnel. My people sing about this place, calling it the 'Doorway to Eywa' in many songs."

"Are we allowed to be here?" She asked, afraid this was a sacred place and as an outsider, she might be overstepping a boundary. This place was way too beautiful for her to be disrespecting it with her presence.

"We're still within the reef. Nothing big swims out here apart from txampaysye. We're safe. Some of the men take time away from the village and come here. Some of them cliff dive." Ao'nung catches a brief scrunch of her nose and eyebrows, an adorable expression if he wasn't trying to figure out her confusion, "You know-- cliff diving?"

Her expression falls into something more blank and impassive, unimpressed as she gestured to herself, "Do I look like I've lived around cliffs?"

He quips back in his own defense, "Do you not have an ikran rookery in the forest?"

"Well, yeah, but all the cliffs in Ayram Alusìng just lead to certain death. We don't have cliffs above water."

Ao'nung's jaw opened in disbelief, eyes bugging out of his skull as if she just told him the most unbelievable news of all time. The shock eventually wears off and is replaced by a shit-eating grin, the mischief she's grown accustomed to finally returning to his smile, "Come on. It'll be fun!"

He moves towards the cliffside and Y/n immediately reaches forward with a hand, words tumbling out, "Maybe some other time. We need to be home soon."

A mocking eyebrow ridge rises as he grins knowingly at her, "Are you sure you're not just scared?"

Her eyes narrow and her ears pin back, unwavering despite the nerves running about in her stomach, "I think you and I have been in enough trouble with our sa'sem as of late."

He relents then with a whiny groan, throwing his head up at the sky before coming back down to earth-- so to speak, "Fair enough."

The reef boy clicks his tongue, the ilu perking up attentively. Ao'nung moves to lead the way back home before he feels a hand briefly grip his arm, "Ao'nung."

He looks up, shocked as his eyes meet Y/n's, blue against yellow. Ao'nung's ilu makes a displeased noise, the creature doing a full-body shudder. Y/n didn't question it, but Ao'nung's gaze turned to the ilu, glaring down at it as if the animal betrayed him in some way shape or form. However, unbeknownst to Y/n, the ilu was only reacting to what it had felt through the bond after Ao'nung's name slipped past her lips. Ao'nung's glare relents after a moment, eyes glancing down at her small, alien hand touching his arm before he bravely glanced back up at her through his lashes.

She smiled, genuinely, like when she first saw the beauty of the archway. The attention sent a thrill up his spine, "Thank you for bringing me here."

His mouth felt dry, the tip of his ears burning but he was certain she couldn't tell in the dark. Perhaps the big ugly bruise her brother left on his face masked the embarrassment. He couldn't stare at her any longer and glanced back in the direction of the village, "You're welcome, Y/n."

Eclipse was over by the time they returned to the village. They had not returned as soon as they left, often finding themselves distracted during their swim home when either Ao'nung splashed her or Y/n chased him around on their ilu. Either way, their mounts weren't irritated, equally playful and mischievous as their riders. The young N'avi pair both felt estranged when they heard the other laugh, but it only egged them on to play around more, wanting to hear their laugh again. By the time they exhausted themselves from playing, they realized how much time had passed and finally returned to the village.

The only problem was that the village seemed tense upon their return. The joy quickly fled from Ao'nung and Y/n's faces, both scared and worried they were in trouble. However, the attention was not on the pair of teenagers, but on the gunship with war paint parked quietly on the bank closest to the Sullys' marui.

Ao'nung grabbed Y/n's shoulder instinctively and pulled her back to him, hissing at the sight of the gunship, "Sky People."

Y/n huffed and shoved his hand away, hope in her eyes with a small smile at the sight of the familiar war paint, "No, not these ones. These ones are loyal to the Na'vi and live among my clan."

Cautious and a little paranoid, Ao'nung only relented a little and eyed her down, "What are they doing here?"

That's where the hope died in her eyes, worry replacing it, "I don't know. I doubt nothing good."

The pair quickly rush to the Sullys' marui, finding a crowd of curious and equally paranoid Metkayina crowding up and down the walkways leading up to Y/n's home, worrying her further. Of course, it's always her family...

The first face she recognized was her twin, surrounded by Lo'ak and Rotxo. She rushed to her brothers with Ao'nung not far behind her, "'Teyam?" Neteyam spun around and his posture visibly relaxed, hand reaching out to gently grab the back of her neck as she looked around, "What's happening?"

"Kiri had a seizure underwater." He answered, eyes briefly glancing to Ao'nung standing behind his sister, taking note of it but not addressing it.

"What?" Y/n's eyes widen, her voice dropping to a whisper, shaking in fear.

"I don't know what happened." Rotxo explained, glancing between the teens who had just arrived, "I've never seen anything like it."

Ao'nung frowned, "Where are my mother and sister?"

"They're on their way. But there's Sky People in there, examining Kiri."

"I told you," Lo'ak addressed the concerned Rotxo, "Max and Norm are our friends. They want to help her."

Ao'nung turned to Y/n, "Aren't you the tsakarem of your clan? You could go to your sister."

Y/n shook her head, pulling Neteyam's hand off her head and squeezing it before letting go, taking a deep breath to calm her nerves, "I chose not to be. Either Neteyam will find a mate who can be tsahik one day... or Kiri can do it. She's been more fascinated by it than I. And she had been teaching Tuk a thing or two..."

Y/n's eyes widen as a thought dawns on her, looking around before addressing her brothers, "Where's Tuk?"

"She's with Kiri."

"She shouldn't have to see something like that. She's too little."

Before Y/n could rush to the marui to fetch her baby sister, the tsahik arrived. Ronal glides through the crowds as they part for her, the destination the only thing on her mind. Tsireya walked close behind her with her mother's supplies gathered in her arms, handing them to her before Ronal stepped into the home. Tsireya remained outside, turning back to her group of friends, and managing to catch Y/n by the shoulders before she stepped into the marui.

"Let her work, Y/n. My mother needs the space and there are already plenty of people in there."

"But--"

"Your parents and Tuk are with Kiri," the reef girl spoke gently, smiling with understanding and kindness as she guides Y/n away, "She is not alone, I promise. She'll be alright."

The group of teens keep a reasonable distance away from the marui, sitting or standing around in each other's company as they waited. Tsireya kept Y/n close to her as if she was waiting for the Omatikaya girl to bolt. Meanwhile, Y/n took note that her father had brought Norm and Max out of the home, but her mother, sister, and Ronal were nowhere to be found, and that made her more anxious than before.

Rotxo tried breaking the silence, glancing up at his childhood friend, "So what have you been up to today, Ao'nung?"

Ao'nung, who had his arms crossed while crouched down, glanced up casually, "I went to the Arch today."

"Without me? Not cool, man."

The dig was playful as Ao'nung moved to shove him, "Well, you went to the Cove without me."

Tsireya giggled, "But you hate the Cove, Ao'nung."

Ao'nung's ears pin back and his gaze lowers to the weaving patterns of the walkway below his feet, embarrassed, "I do not."

"Do, too. You think it's boring."

"I wanna see the Cove," Lo'ak perked up, "And the Spirit Tree."

Tsireya practically beamed, ducking her head a little bashfully, "I'll take you next time."

"And me?" Y/n asked, smirking to herself when she watched her little brother's face fall at the idea of her tagging along.

Lo'ak tries brushing his disappointment away with a scoff, "Maybe Ao'nung can take you, sis."

"Or we could all go together," Tsireya offered.

Y/n could tell that Tsireya was just trying to be nice. Well, Tsireya is always nice, but sometimes she's a little too nice. She'll gladly let Y/n come along even if it meant not having as much time with Lo'ak. It was disgusting how obvious those two were. Y/n rolls her eyes jokingly and shakes her head, "Nah. Never liked being a third wheel. You kids have fun."

Lo'ak choked as he tried to form words of disagreement while the other kids laughed and Tsireya's cheeks darken a deeper shade of blue. Finally, Lo'ak managed to form words and they were clearly defensive, "You have never been a third wheel ever in our lives!"

Y/n quirks an eyebrow, "Bro, have you seen Kiri and Spider?"

"That's different! You know they don't like each other that way!"

"What way are you referring to?" Y/n grins wolfishly, tilting her head as Lo'ak realized she had caught him in a web, "And what makes you think I was implying you and Tsireya felt that way?"

As the younger Sully boy sputtered, Neteyam groans a little, nudging Y/n, "Alright, that's enough. Leave him alone or he's going to whine to me later."

"Yeah, Forest Girl," Y/n's eyes dart to the sound of his voice, catching the usual grin plastered on Ao'nung's face, "Let the little ones go. I'll take you to the Cove a different day."

Lo'ak bristled at the words, glaring at Ao'nung, "I take it back, Y/n. You can come with us."

Author's Note: Did I write this so I'd have a reason to call Ao'nung 'Seaweed Brain'? Yes, yes I did. For those who understood the reference I fucking love you.

Also, I don't personally ship Kiri and Spider, I just kind of used the pairing as a foothold for Y/n's brothers to tease her. I think they're cute, and I thought that's originally what James Cameron was going for, but the more I look into it the more I think they just love each other like siblings. In the graphic novel 'The High Ground', Kiri even states that she loves Spider like a brother and Spider doesn't question it. I think he loves her like an older sister because she protects him against other Na'vi (Neytiri) and she sticks up for him. She makes him feel like he belongs, hence why he chose her over Quaritch. Also, Kiri is played by Sigourney Weaver. I don't feel comfortable shipping two characters whose actors have zero chemistry and have a huge age gap. Clearly, I think their relationship will build up to something in the upcoming movies (Kiri uses her Eywa powers to grant Spider a kuru braid and he'll be able to breathe Pandoran air without a mask) but I don't think it'll have anything to do with romance.

That's my personal take on it. No hate to Spider/Kiri shippers. I know not everyone ships certain pairings and hates others because of their opinions and that's not what I was doing. I support Kiri/Spider shippers through and through. I also support Neteyam/Spider shippers (lowkey kinda cute) and Lo'ak/Spider shippers (also lowkey cute). Personally, I ship Ao'nung/Neteyam and I know people are going to hate me for that. But I don't hate people for shipping who they want.

Anyway, that's my PSA that ties to this Ao'nung x reader. Hope you enjoyed it!

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BRADLEY BRADSHAW - i still love you

x MITCHELL!FEM!reader

(requests open)

SUMMARY: bradley says you should communicate more with him, you tell him that he should be less protective of you. so your dad steps in helps you solve your problems.

WORD COUNT: 5051

GENRE: angst-ish, fluff at the end <3

CONTENT WARNING: english is NOT my first language, i had to get help from the internet about these plane things (i understand nothing), idk if plane or jet is the right word to call an F-18, but lets pretend it is :D

NOT PROOFREAD :D

pacing in the small kitchen of your house, your arms were crossed over your chest as your mind was racing. the air was thick with unspoken words, and your heart pounded in your chest. across from you, stood bradley with his jaw clenched, his fists balling at his sides. 

“i can’t believe you went behind my back like that, bradley,” you scoff, not holding back the hurt in your voice. 

 he ran a hand through his short hair, “i didn’t go behind your back. i was trying to help! your dad agreed with me—“

“of course! of course, he agreed with you. like he always does! but that is not the point,” you cut him off. “this isn’t about him, it’s about us. you made a decision to get me off the mission without even talking to me!”

"you've got to be kidding me," bradley's voice was low and angry. "you didn't even tell me you were-

"i didn't need to tell you, bradley. i'm a pilot, just like you, it was classified!" you interrupted, voice rising. “i’ve been around fighter jets my entire life life. i know the risks better than anyone. and it is not your decision to make!”

he scoffed, shaking his head, "classified? you could've said something. a heads-up, at least. i had to hear it from hangman, of all people, God knows how he even got that information. do you know how that feels?"

"i don't owe you a whole play-by-play of every mission i'll be going on. you know that is not how it works!" your voice getting an octave higher as frustration started rising in you. "we're doing the same job, bradley. i'm not going to run to you for permission every time i'm assigned something dangerous."

rooster shook his head, "that is not what this is about, and you know it!" bradley's voice cracked as he pointed his finger at you, accusingly. "you've been reckless, and it's not just this mission. you've been pushing your luck lately, takin' unnecessary risks that-"

"taking risks that what?" you cut him off, taking a step forward. "that you think you wouldn't take when you'll get the opportunity? don't act like you're the only one who's capable of making tough calls up there."

bradley ran a hand through his hair, "it's not the same. you've been flying like you've got something to prove, like you're invincible. i've seen it, multiple times!'

"maybe i do have something to prove!" you shouted. "do you know what it's like being maverick's daughter? everyone assumes i'm only here because of him. that i'm not good enough if he wasn't here!"

"i never said that," bradley yelled back. "i know how good you are, but that doesn't mean you can just ignore the consequences. this ain't a game, y/n! one wrong move and-"

"and what? i could die?" you finished for him, your voice hard. "yeah, bradley, i know."

his eyes hardened for a second. “i am just trying to protect you! you don’t need to be involved in such things, you know how dangerous things are-“ 

you felt your blood boil, "you do not get to control when and if i fly! i made a call, and it worked. i got them out of a situation that they couldn't get out of alone," you took a breath. "don't act like you're the only one who's scared of the consequences. but i'm not going to let fear control how i fly, or how i choose to live my life."

"yeah, this time," bradley snapped. "but one day it ain't gonna work, and i'm gonna have to watch you get hurt, or worse-" he stopped himself.

his face was twisted with frustration, "this is not just about fear. it's about trust - trusting the people around you." bradley shook his head, “i lost my dad to this job, remember? i can’t lose you too, you’re asking me to sit back and watch while you put yourself in danger.”

you ran a hand through your hair. “i’m not asking you to watch from the sidelines, bradley. i’m asking you to trust me, to treat me like an equal, not someone you have to shield all the time.”

bradley sighed, "i thought we were in this together, but lately, it feels like you're flying solo. you should've told me about the mission, and you should've thought twice before pulling that stunt in the air today."

"you can't protect me from everything, bradley," you said, your voice quieter now. "we are in this together, but that means you have to trust me to do my job. i'm not reckless, i'm doing what i've been trained to do."

bradley let out a frustrated breath, "i do trust you, but you have to meet me halfway. you shook your head, "we are a team, bradley. but you have to stop treating me like i'm going to break every time things get tough."

he looked at you, the only thing between you two was a heavy silence, before you walked outside towards your dads house.

a week had passed since the fight, and you had ignored bradley every single day. you hadn’t spoken to him since that night in your house. every time he tried to approach you, you either turned away or conveniently found yourself busy with something - anything else. 

you knew your friends noticed the change, but neither of them said anything. they respected your silence, even if someone gave you the occasional concerned look. 

the hangar buzzed with energy as the team prepped for the next mission briefing, but your eyes were completely focused on the clipboard in front of you, pretending to read the details. you could feel bradley’s eyes on you angrily cross the room, but you refused to acknowledge him. 

“you okay?” phoenix asked softly, disrupting your train of thought. 

you forced a tight smile. “yeah, i’m fine. just.. reading.” phoenix raised an eyebrow but didn’t keep asking questions. she had known you long enough to understand that when you didn’t want to talk, it was best to let you be. nat glanced over at bradley, who was standing near the planes, staring at you like he wanted to say something but wasn’t sure how to approach you. 

bob, ever the quiet observer, gave you a look. “if you ever need anything, just let us know.”

you appreciated bob. he had a thing of being there for people without pushing. which made the weight on your shoulders feel a little lighter. 

at the mission briefing, you found your spot next to phoenix, grateful for the buffer she provided between you and bradley. you sensed him sitting just a few seats away, and it took every ounce of willpower not to glance in his direction. so, you kept your eyes on your father, who was explaining the mission.

"phoenix, bob, you'll be running a close-formation drill. i want you tight and focused," maverick said, his voice commanding as always.

"y/n, you'll assist in the observation and debrief."

you nodded, keeping your face neutral, it wasn't anything usual you did things alone, usually working with bradley. observation duty meant you didn't get the chance to fly, and it gave you the perfect chance to stay away from bradley. the last thing you wanted was to be stuck in a jet with him.

"bradshaw," maverick called out, pulling your attention (unwillingly) to him, "you're up on solo drills today. i want you working on precision landing. that means, stay sharp."

bradley nodded, though his gaze flickered towards you for the briefest second. you kept your expression to the front, refusing to give him any acknowledgment.

once the briefing wrapped up, everyone began to filter out to the tarmac. you stuck close to your friends, walking with them as they headed to their aircraft. bradley trailed behind, clearly wanting to catch up with you, but hesitated as he watched you being in a conversation with nat about fuel calculations - anything to keep your mind occupied.

"you sure you're good?" phoenix asked you as you reached the jets. "you've been off all day."

you took a breath, "it's just.. bradley. we had a fight, and i don't wanna talk to him yet." phoenix frowned, glancing over her shoulder at where bradley stood a few feet away, looking frustrated and lost. "you can't avoid him forever, you know."

you nodded, and bob gave a sympathetic nod, adjusting his glasses. you appreciated their concern. as phoenix and bob climbed into their F-18, you took a step back to give them room to prep for takeoff. you took your clipboard and started ticking off boxes for the check up.

the sun was starting to set, casting shadows over the hangar. you were leaning against one of the vacant jets, deep in thought as you watched the fading light reflect off the metal wings. it had been a long day - avoiding him.

you sighed and pushed yourself off the F-18, wiping the sweat from your forehead. you needed a break, or at the least a moment to breathe. before you could turn to head inside, footsteps approached from behind, but they weren't the ones you'd been bracing yourself for, for the entire day.

"evening, y/n," the person turned out to be jake. you redirected your vision from the wing to your clipboard. "hangman," you nodded. "what brings you here?"

he strolled up beside you, hands tucked into the pockets of his flight suit, wearing that trademark smirk of his. "saw you out here all alone, figured you could use some company?”

you rolled your eyes, but there was no intent behind it. “i can take care of myself, thanks”

“never said you couldn’t,” jake said with a smirk, leaning against the F-18. his casual stance did little to hide the intensity in his gaze as he looked at you.

"i'm fine, jake," you said, trying to keep the conversation light. "just doing my task."

he cocked his head to the side, clearly not buying it. "uh-uh, sure doesn't look like it. you've been quieter than usual, which, for you, is saying something," jake took a few steps back, blocking the sun off that was lower now. "anything to do with a certain aviator with a mustache, or... am i reading this wrong?"

you shot hangman a look, but he didn't stop smiling. "you know, for someone who's so smart, you're real bad at hiding what's going on in that pretty little head of yours," jake's smirk only widened.

you gave a big sigh, knowing it was pointless to dodge him. he wasn't the type to let things go easily, especially when there was a chance to get on someone's nerves. "what makes you think this has anything to do with bradley?"

hangman gave you a look, "i'm not blind, y/n. everyone's noticed the way you two have been acting lately. hell, even bob asked if something was up, and that guy avoids drama like the plague."

you huffed a laugh at that. bob was definitely not one to get involved in anyone's personal life, which only meant your fight with bradley had become more obvious than you thought.

"it's... complicated," you shrugged. you didn't want to elaborate, you didn't really think you had a good reason to be mad at bradley.

jake just nodded, surprisingly not pushing for more details. "well, complicated's a word i know all too well. but whatever it is, you can't keep ignoring him, ya know."

you rolled your eyes, "you sound exactly like phoenix."

"smart woman, phoenix," jake shot back at you with a grin. "you should listen to her."

you didn't respond immediately, the silence between you settling into something a bit more comfortable. the truth was, you didn't know how to face bradley yet. it was easier to ignore the whole situation - easier to ignore him.

after a few moments, jake glanced at you, his voice a bit more serious. "look, i'm not here to stir the pot - at least, not too much. but if you ever need to talk... i'm around. no judgement."

his offer caught you off guard. jake wasn't exactly known for being the most emotionally available person, but there was something in his tone that told you he meant it. maybe beneath the cocky exterior, there was more to him than he let on.

"thanks," you nodded, offering a small smile. "i'll keep that in mind."

jake gave a nod in return, "anytime, darlin'."

jake turned around to leave after giving your shoulder a slight squeeze. you watched him walk towards the tarmac, where his F-18 was.

just as jake waltzed towards his F-18, he spotted bradley making his way across the hangar, bradley's expression was quite unreadable, his eyes locked on the same spot where you and jake had just been talking.

"well, look who it is," jake said, his tone deceptively light. "bradshaw, got a minute?" jake called out, casually strolling over to intercept him.

bradley stopped in his tracks, his brow furrowed slightly, but he nodded. "yeah, what's up, hangman?"

jake's grin widened as he tilted his head toward you. "just thought you might want to know - y/n's been keepin' busy. got a lot on her plate, but she's holdin' her own. probably needs a little more time to figure things out, though," jake winked at bradley and put his hand on his shoulder.

bradley's expression hardened, and slapped jake's hand off his shoulder. "and what the hell's that supposed to mean?"

"relax," jake said, his tone light. "i'm just sayin'. give her some space."

bradley's jaw tightened, "i don't need a lesson on how to handle my own problems, jake."

hangman raised an eyebrow, "didn't mean it like that, man. just offering a little insight from someone who's seen it all before."

bradley shrugged and looked away from jake, "mind your own business, seresin."

you were sat at the kitchen table, a mug of hot chocolate cooling in front of you. It was too late to drink a good mug of coffee. the evening was quiet, your dad was lounging across from you, a plate of leftovers in from of him. he was in one of his storytelling moods, something you'd started appreciated over the years. even if you'd heard some of the stories more times than you could count.

"right? so, there i was," maverick began, his eyes lighting up with a spark, "flying an F-18 during a mission over the persian gulf. everything was going smoothly until we got, like, a distress call about an aircraft in trouble."

you nodded absently, staring into your coffee, your mind miles away, tangled up in the mess with bradley. you had been staying in mav's spare room for the past two days, needing a break from your own space. your father's voice was a comforting background noise.

"and then, just as we're closing in on the aircraft, we started having issues with our own plane," maverick laughed as his hands animated and described the scene. "the gauges were going haywire, and the engine started sputtering. and, i knew! we had to acht fast."

he paused, noticing you weren't engaged in his story as usual. his gaze softened. "y/n? you okay, kiddo? you seem like you're a million miles away."

you blinked, pulling yourself out of your thoughts. "sorry, dad. just... thinking.

your dad's expression grew more concerned. "wanna talk about it? i'm here to listen."

you took a deep breath, "feeling the weight of the past week press heavily "it's just... bradley and i had a fight. i've been avoiding him." you shrugged, "he's been trying to reach out, but i'm not sure how to fix this."

your dad's eyes softened, he always was a good listener. "i see, and it that why you've been staying here for the past couple of days?"

you nodded, "yeah, sorry. i just needed some space. i wasn't sure how to handle everything, and it felt easier to just be here."

mav laned back in his chair, his expression thoughtful. "well, you know, i'm glad you're here, even if it's under tough circumstances. sometimes, a change of... scenery can give you some clarity. but avoiding problems doesn't solve them."

you looked at him, "yeah."

mav's gaze was steady, full of the wisdom that only years of experience could bring. "life's a lot like a flying jet. you've got to keep your eyes on the instruments, stay focused on your course. but, also be ready to adjust when things don't go as planned. sometimes you hit turbulence, and somethings you've got to do some emergency maneuvers. but no matter what, you cannot let the storm cloud your vision."

you nodded slowly, feeling a bit of tension in your chest ease. "that.. kinda makes sense? i'm not sure."

"and as for bradley," maverick continued, his voice gentle but firm, "communication is key. if you're struggling with something, talking it out can make a big difference. don't let fear of pride keep you from making things right."

you nodded, letting the advice your dad gave you sink in.

mav's expression softened, "it's natural to need time, and it's okay to take a step back. but running away won't make it disappear. sometimes, you've got to face it."

you nodded, feeling mixture of relief and determination. "thanks, dad."

he gave you a reassuring smile, then reached across the table to give your hand a gentle squeeze. "you're stronger than you know, kid. i'm here for you, no matter what happens. and when you're ready to talk to him, make sure you're doing it for the right reasons."

you managed to give hima smile, feeling like you were 10 years old again and he was giving you advice, "thanks dad.

his eyes twinkled with pride, happy that his rambling made somewhat a bit of sense to you, "anytime, kiddo. now, let me finish that story about the F-14 before you fall asleep on me."

you laughed at your dad's comment, feeling more grounded. as mav resumed his story, you let yourself be carried away by the familiar rhythm of his voice.

rooster walked down the hallway toward the locker room, his shoes echoing against the hard floor. the low hum of the hangar was the only sound he could hear, he was way too early, but he didn't care. he could only focus on the tight knot in his chest. he hadn't spoken to you in days, and the last time he tried, jake had been there, again, standing in the way - both figuratively and literally. that only added hurt and anger to the fire that was burning inside him.

he sighed, and ran a hand through his messy hair. it had been a week since you two fought, and he couldn't shake the guilt or frustration. every attempt to have a talk with you seemingly failed, and now, the distance between you two felt bigger than ever.

as he approached his locker, still deep in thought, a voice called out to him.

"rooster."

he stopped in his tracks to see maverick approaching him, hands in his flight suit pockets, that familiar look of concern in his eyes.

"hey, mav," bradley said, forcing a smile. "what's up?"

mav stepped closer to him, "i've been meaning to catch up with you. figured now was as good a time as any."

rooster nodded slowly, this wasn't casual small talk - bradley figured. he leaned against his locker, crossing his arms as he waited for maverick to continue.

mav studied bradley for a second, his gaze thoughtful, "something's been weighing on you."

bradley sighed, letting out a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding. "yeah. it's.. y/n," he looked away, almost embarrassed to admit to aloud to her dad. "we had a fight, and things haven't been the same ever since. and, lile, i've been tryin' to fix it, but she's been avoiding me. i don't know what to do."

mav's eyes softened with understanding. he had known brad for years, practically raised him from afar after his father's death. maverick had and will always see bradley as family, and seeing him in this state tugged at his heart.

"yeah, figured as much," maverick replied gently, leaning against the lockers beside him. "she's been staying at my place for the past couple of days. it's clear to say that whatever happened between you two is affecting her just as much."

his face fell, guilt swirling in his chest. "i didn't know she was staying with you." maverick gave him a nod, "she needed some space, to think and stuff. but, trust me, from what i've seen, this isn't just about space. it's about communication."

brad shook his head, frustrated. "i've been trying to talk to her, mav. but, every time i try, she just pushes me away. shuts me out."

"it's not about fixing it right away. you've got to give her and yourself room to feel what you're feeling. but that doesn't mean you should stop trying. she cares about you, like you care about her."

brad looked down at the locker floor, his fists clenching at his sides. "i don't know if she still does. after everything i did - said, maybe she's better off without me."

your dad frowned, shaking his head. "no, don't do that. don't start doubting yourself because of one rough patch. relationships - especially the kind that matter - they're never easy. you're gonna hit turbulence. what really matters is how you handle it."

rooster swallowed hard, the knot in his chest easing slightly. "it feels like no matter what i do, it's never enough. and i know, i messed up, and now i don't know how to make it right."

"look, kid, i know what it's like to carry the weight of your mistakes. god knows i've made my share of them. but the key is learning from them. you and y/n have something real, something worth fighting for. but you cannot expect it to be fixed overnight."

bradley met maverick's eyes. "so what do i do? just wait?"

he shook his head, "no. you don't just wait. you just be patient, but also let her know that you're still there, still fighting for her. she needs to see that you're willing to put in the work."

brad ran a hand over his face, his shoulders sagging with the weight of it all. "i don't know how to get through to her."

"you lover her, right?"

bradley didn't hesitate. "yeah. i do."

"then show her that," mav replied simply. "not with words, but with actions. be there for her, even when she's pulling away from you. let her know that you will be her person, even when things are going to be hard."

bradley nodded, his throat feeling pretty tight with emotion. he'd heard maverick's advice before, in different times. but it hit harder than before.

mav put a hand on roster's shoulder, a reassuring gesture. "she's my daughter, bradley, and you're like a son to me. i know both of you well enough to see that this relationship is something worth fighting for. don't give up on her, or yourself."

"thanks, mav," bradley blinked. he gave bradley a small smile in reply.

"anytime, kid. you've got a good heart, don't let the fear of losing her stop you from showing her how much you care."

bradley nodded and watched maverick walk away, the weight on his chest lifting a bit. he turned his head when he heard a locker close.

"wow, i think i just cried," hangman clasped his hands together, as he stepped in bradley's view. "you heard all of that?" bradley's mouth hung open.

"i think you've just ruined a nice moment," another voice cut in. bradley moved towards the sound. "bob? are you kidding me?" rooster scoffed.

"i have an idea, you could show up with flowers," bob suggested. "and her favorite snacks and movies," hangman cut in. bob and bradley gave him a weird look. "what? i have my fair share with the ladies," jake winked.

that afternoon, rooster found himself in a small flower shop, sighing. he didn't know what he was supposed to give her, he knew her favorite flower was a hibiscus syriacus, but he wasn't sure if he saw them lying anywhere.

luckily for him, the cashier decided to be nice enough and help him make a bouquet full of pink, purple and red flowers. it almost costed him fifty dollars, but he didn't care - for his girl he'd give everything he'd had, if it meant to get her back.

the knock on your door was soft almost thoughtful. it was the first night you'd slept at your own place and you hadn’t been expecting anyone, least of all this late in the evening. wrapped in a blanket, you hesitated for a moment before dragging yourself off the couch, still feeling the weight of the past few days pressing down on you.

as you opened the door, you froze.

there, standing in the dim glow of the porch light, was bradley. he looked nervous, shifting his weight from one foot to the other as he held out a bouquet of flowers in one hand and a dvd case in the other.

you blinked, not sure what to say. the bouquet was stunning—pink, purple, and red flowers carefully arranged, each petal as vibrant and fresh as it could be. you knew immediately that bradley had gone out of his way to pick these specifically, knowing exactly which colors you loved most. you blushed a bit.

"hey," he said softly. "can i come in?"

you swallowed, still processing the sight of him standing there, looking more vulnerable than you’d ever seen him. slowly, you nodded and stepped aside, letting him into the cosy beach house.

bradley walked in slowly, like he was afraid to disrupt the fragile peace of the moment. he placed the flowers gently on your kitchen counter, glancing back at you with an uncertain smile.

"i, uh…" he started, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. "i wasn’t sure how to fix things between us, but i thought i’d try starting with these."

your eyes flicked between him and the flowers, the tension you’d been holding onto for days softening ever so slightly. "they’re beautiful," you said quietly, your voice betraying how much the gesture meant to you, even if you weren’t ready to fully admit it.

bradley let out a small breath of relief. "i hoped you’d like them."

you shifted your gaze to the dvd still clutched in his hand. "and what’s that?"

his face broke into a sheepish grin as he held up the case. "your favorite movie. i figured… well, maybe we could watch it together. i thought it might be a way to… i don’t know, make things feel a little more normal. or at least give us a chance to talk."

you glanced at the title—the notebook, your all-time favorite. it was the movie you turned to whenever you needed comfort or an escape from reality, and bradley knew it. the fact that he had brought it with him, even with all the awkwardness hanging between you, showed just how much he had been thinking about you.

your heart softened a little more, but you couldn’t help the guarded feeling that still lingered. "bradley, you didn’t have to do all this. i’ve been avoiding you for a reason."

"i know," he said, his voice steady but filled with emotion. "i get that. and i’m sorry for everything that’s happened. but i didn’t want to keep pushing you to talk before you were ready. i just… i wanted to show you that i’m still here. that i’m not going anywhere, no matter how hard things get."

you looked away, unsure of what to say. the past week had been a whirlwind of emotions, and the fight you had with bradley still hung heavy in your mind. but here he was, standing in front of you, making an effort not just to apologize but to be there for you, in the way you needed most.

"i’ve been thinking about what went wrong between us," bradley continued, stepping a little closer, though still giving you space. "i messed up. i didn’t listen to you the way i should have, and i know that. i just… i want to make it right. i don’t expect everything to go back to normal overnight, but i want you to know i’m willing to put in the work. for us."

you felt the lump in your throat grow as his words washed over you. it wasn’t just the flowers or the movie—it was the way bradley was looking at you, so full of hope and sincerity, like he would do anything to fix what had been broken between you.

for a long moment, the two of you stood there in silence, the weight of the past week hanging between you. but then, something shifted. the warmth of the flowers, the comfort of the movie, and the vulnerability in bradley’s eyes—it all made you realize that maybe, just maybe, you were ready to take that first step forward.

"bradley," you said softly, your voice catching slightly, "i’m still hurt. i need time. but… i don’t want to keep avoiding you. i don’t want us to be like this."

he nodded, relief evident in his expression. "i understand. i’ll give you all the time you need. i’m not going anywhere."

you took a deep breath, then nodded toward the living room. "you can stay. we can watch the movie. maybe it’ll help."

bradley smiled, that familiar, gentle smile that had always made you feel safe. "i’d like that."

the two of you moved to the couch, settling in with the blanket spread across both your laps. as the princess bride began to play, bradley didn’t try to force a conversation. instead, he just sat beside you, his presence steady and comforting, offering you exactly what you needed in that moment—no pressure, no expectations. just him, showing up for you.

and as the movie rolled on, you found yourself relaxing more and more, leaning into his arms.

[pantherxrogers]

yunho comes home - yunho x black!female!reader

🧸 pairing: yunho x black!female!reader

🧸 warnings: none, just fluff, some kissing, established relationship (married), reader and yunho have a daughter name adele (addie)

🧸 summary: yunho comes home to his little family.

🧸 a/n: i'm black so my reader is always black lmao. but i encourage everyone to read because i think this is awesome 🤭

also, yunho just gives husband material. like i need to marry him actually. so, this blurb was born :p

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This is a work of fiction and is not meant to represent real events or the actual personalities of any K-pop idols mentioned. All characters and situations are purely imaginary. This story is created for entertainment purposes only, and no harm or disrespect is intended toward the idols or their fans. Enjoy!

“i promise daddy will tuck you in when he gets here, sweetie,” you whisper, tucking a curl back into adele’s little bonnet. she’s staring up at you with heavy lids, sleep trying to take her.

“promise?” she slurs, her cute little lisp makes your heart clench. she’s been waiting for her dad all day, but you finally managed to put her to bed. it's late and his flight was supposed to get in hours ago, but several delays got in the way of reuniting for their nightly routine.

“promise,” you whisper, locking your pinky with her smaller one. you press a kiss to her forehead, placing the storybook back on her shelf and heading towards the door.

when you turn around to say a final goodnight, she’s already fast asleep. she’s nestled in the bed, surrounded by the dozens of stuffies that you and yunho buy her whenever she asks.

“goodnight addie. i love you,” you whisper into the dark, softly shutting her door.

walking down the hallway, the house is so quiet. you’d be lying if you said that you weren’t disappointed when you got the call from your husband. still, you’d put on a brave face for addie. it’s out of his control, but that doesn’t change the fact that you really miss him.

he’s been traveling a lot again, promoting the new ateez album. you’re immensely proud of him, but your heart aches whenever you get into your large bed alone.

making your way to the living room, you cuddle up on the couch, putting your comfort movie on. you absentmindedly fiddle with your wedding ring, watching the familiar faces flit across the screen. with drooping eyelids, you mumble along with the dialogue. you know yunho would tease you if he was here. the thought makes you smile to yourself, before finally succumbing to your exhaustion.

you feel warm hands on your arms, gently shaking you awake. you jolt up in a panic, momma bear mode activated, immediately moving to locate addie.

“sorry honey. i didn’t mean to scare you,” yunho murmurs, a sheepish smile on his face. his cheeks are slightly red, suddenly feeling bashful. you can’t stop the smile growing on your own, immediately leaning further into his touch.

"it's okay, yuyu," you murmur, sitting up so you can regain your bearings. you finally get a good look at him, standing up to meet him with a proper hug.

the hug lasts a while, neither of you in a rush to pull away. yunho burrows his head in your neck, inhaling the scent of home. you run your fingers through his hair, gently cradling him to you. his body is warm and firm against your own, immediately making you more relaxed.

"missed you so much," he mumbles, squeezing you a little tighter. he pulls back slightly, cupping your cheeks to give you a slow kiss. his lips are gentle and soft, taking his time with you. your heart skips a beat, thumping a little faster. you've been married for years, but yunho never fails to make you feel like a girl with a high school crush.

he only pulls away to pepper more kisses all over your face, prompting you to let out a girlish giggle. he wraps his arms around you again, blowing raspberries into your neck.

"i missed you too, baby," you let out between laughs, draping your arms around his neck. he scoops you up, your legs wrapping around his waist out of reflex.

"let's get you to bed, sugar," he mumbles, kissing the top of your head. your curls smell divine, and the scent makes him feel at ease. while he walks back to your bedroom, you cling to him like a koala, head lulling with his movements.

he shuts off all the lights in his path, double checking the main locks in the house. when he arrives at your bedroom, he gently places you down on the mattress, tucking the sheets under your chin.

"i'll be right back baby," he murmurs, easing out of the bedroom and heading toward addie's room. he quietly opens the door, heart aching when he sees her sleeping form. she's knocked out, cradling her baby blanket to her chest.

yunho tip toes over to her, adjusting the stuffies, so she can get more comfortable. he leans down, pressing a kiss to her squishy cheek, tucking the sheets in a little tighter.

"goodnight addie. love you so much," he whispers, savoring this moment. with a final kiss to her forehead, he walks towards the door, turning around for one last look.

he can't believe how fast she's growing. it feels like just yesterday he was burping her and changing diapers. now, she's old enough to bargain with you on staying up later. he smiles to himself at the thought. exhaustion intensifies the emotion swelling in his chest. with a sigh, he shuts the door, smiling to himself as he walks down the hall.

everything feels right in this moment. he's like a magnet, drawn towards your bedroom, eager to hold you in his arms. he's finally home with his girls and knows he'll get the best night of sleep that he's had in a while.

[ohtobeleah]

I’d kill for a part two of that strictly scandalous concept where Hangman fucks Mavericks daughter. Just him realizing what he’s done.

HAHAHAHA. I loved this one. Here ya go. Just because I felt this on my bones, baby. and I know I've used the callsign Iris for a blurb once but imma use it again because it suits and I like it. :)

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Jakes shitting himself. Imagine it though— he’s in the locker room, zipping up his flight suit when Pete Mitchell slaps his hand down on Jake’s shoulder from behind. It scares the living shit out of him when he realises just who it is standing behind him. 

“You have a good weekend Hangman—?” Mav asked as Jake turned to face him, eyes wide like he’s just been caught red handed and balls deep him Mavericks daughter. 

“Huh?” Jakes trying to formulate a sentence to reply with, but he’s breaking out in a sweat, remembering just how fucked he knew he was when you introduced yourself a Lieutenant Mitchell. Pete Maverick Mitchell’s daughter. “Uh, sorry repeat the question sir?” 

“I asked if you had a good weekend?” Pete always thought Jake was a little weird, a little overzealous and egotistical—but right this minute he could be considered a flight risk. With sweat practically dripping down his face and he looks over Pete’s shoulder to see his saving grace. Rooster. 

“Yeah, yeah nah it was average—“ If you’d call fucking his captains daughter in the back of his truck average. That was a felony around here, a career ender, an act worthy of being lined up and executed point blank. “Listen, great chatting to you, But I gotta go—“ Mav doesn’t get a chance to even register what’s going on before Jake is hightailing it over towards Bradley, dragging him around the corner of the locker room with a clenched jaw and panicked eyes. 

“Dude! What’s your problem!” Bradley’s hissing at Jake’s grip on his bicep. Being pulled away into a more discreet part of the men’s locker room. 

“I’m gonna lose my fucking job—“ Bradley Bradshaw has never seen Jake Seresin so panicked before. He’s usually in control of every situation, every aspect of his life. But this? Whatever had him spooked must have been major because Bradley could see straight into Jake's soul, and he was terrified. 

“What exactly did you do?” 

“Not a what.” Jake groaned, smashing his fist against Fanboys stupid Star Wars themes locker or whatever the hell TV show he geeked over. “More like a who—“ Bradley’s not computing what Jake is trying to tell him. Watching as Jake turns, presses his back against the lockers, and slides towards the ground in complete and utter defeat. He can kiss this promotion goodbye and he hasn’t even made it through a full day. 

“Can you be a little more specific? It’s too early to be deciphering codes.” Rooster just stands there, arms crossed as Jake lets his head rest against the flimsy doors of the lockers he’s resting up against—legs spread out. 

“IfuckedMavsdaughter—“ Jake mumbles quickly and under his breath. Bradley only just makes out what he said as his eyes are blowing out of his head in pure shock. No, no this is too perfect. 

“I’m sorry you did who?” Rooster needs to hear Jake say it clearly and as precisely as possible. “You did not!” 

“I didn’t know she was Mavs daughter Rooster! You didn’t fucking tell me who she was!” Jake was right on that front, but Bradley wasn’t in the loop, when did spilling three entire schooners of alcohol on someone equates to fucking someone. “God! Do you know what he’s gonna do to me when he finds out? He’s gonna make my life a living hell!” Jake groans as he hits the back of his head against the locker in an act of self-pity.

“You fucked Y/n Iris Mitchell, he’s gonna hang you, Hangman.” Bradley loved this probably a little more than he should have. He knew his uncle all too well and he knew how protective he was of the daughter he didn’t know he had until you showed up at his doorstep one random Saturday afternoon. “He’s gonna string you up by your big toe on the flagpole—“ 

“I should just quiet before he has a chance to—“ Jakes squinting his eyes shut tight, all he can see is you riding him like you had nothing to lose in the back of his truck. He can feel your around him still, the tightest pussy he’s ever fucked. So warm and perfect and—young. Fuck, he should have know this would have eventually. “I’m a deadman walking.”

“Does she know who you are?” Bradley’s asking as he finally takes a knee and comes to sit against the lockers with his clearly distressed wingman. “Did you tell her you’re most likely her instructor? Her Lieutenant Commander?” 

“Nope—“ Jake pops the P. “I was just gonna see how long I could go without running into her, avoid her at all costs.” 

“Yeah something tells me that’s not gonna work.” Bradley chuckles, this is the best thing that’s ever happened to him. “But good luck man, honestly I’m rooting for you.” Rooster bumps his shoulder against Jakes as he stands. Looking down at the aviator having a clear existential crisis. “Stop sticking your dick into anything that moves at the Hard Deck—I’m honestly shocked something like this hasn’t happened sooner.” 

“Can you just promise me that if I go missing you’ll tell the cops it was Mav?” Jake is as serious as he ever has been as he looks up at Rooster. “This is partly your fault to you big flightless bird—if I had been told, I wouldn’t have gone anywhere near her!” But all Bradley can do is laugh at Jake’s predicament. 

“Sure thing pal, but she told you, you could have stopped and dealt with the blue balls—but I’m guessing the night didn’t end in the truck and you're big enough and ugly enough to deal with the consequences of your own actions.” Bradley feels like this whole situation is an early birth present. He’s beaming, smug even. Of course Jake fucked Mavs daughter, of course he did!  “I’ll see you out there.” 

“You're a bad friend!” Jakes Shouting out as Bradley rounds the corner, he’s laughing as he shakes his head and exits the locker room only to run into you in the hall. Seeing an opportunity he just can’t resist passing up. 

“Iris!” Bradley cooed, grabbing your attention as he jogs up beside you from behind, slinging a shoulder around you. “How’s induction day going so far?” 

“I just came out of a lecture about weapons systems malfunctions with Lieutenant Commander Floyd.” You explained, pretty tickled pink with excitement that you were at TopGun. Not a lot of women got to experience such a feat. “He’s pretty intelligent.” 

“Bobs great—“ Bradley had known you since you were about sixteen, but you weren’t all that close for two people who’d be considered non-biological siblings. “Hey listen, I heard you left the Hard Deck with Hangman the other night.” 

“Who’s Hangman?” You asked as you stopped in your tracks. “And how do you know I left with som—“ All things considered, when Jake had told you that if Hawaiian shirts were what you were into, you should be talking to Bradley, you could have said that you saw him more like a brother than anything else. But you didn’t, you played along and said that guys with moustaches weren't your type. “Oh—no please Rooster I didn’t.” Bradley could see the look of realisation creeping across your face. You’d fucked one of your TopGun instructors, hadn't you? “No—please it’s April fools isn’t it?” 

“It’s October Iris—“ Bradley smirked, his moustache working to devour his upper lip entirely as he does. “Mavs gonna kill him—“ 

“Fuck what Mavs gonna do to him Bradshaw! I’m gonna get kicked out of Miramar if the admirals find out what I’ve done!” You're a mess, Bradley chuckles, hey maybe you and Jake had a few things in common. Your inability to cope during existential crises being one of them. “This ain’t happening! I need to talk to him, where is he?”

“He’s probably still writing his resignation on the locker room flo—“ Before Bradley can finish your sentence, he’s watching as you make a b-line directly for the locker room he’d just come out of. 

On the hunt for Lieutenant Commander Jake ‘Deadman’  Seresin.

[ashwhowrites]

Can you please write Older! Eddie x reader who is the daughter of Jason or Billy, and he has a lot of power in Hawkins, Reader hates how his dad is and she starts dating Eddie but her dad doesn't approve that, but she's older and she can decide for herself who to date? (Can you please do it angst to fluff?)

On my knees for older! Eddie fics. I hope this is what you were looking for and you enjoy it <3

I added a little bonus angst at the end but still a happy ending. Little bits of smut talk because I have no self control.

I'm writing this as my boyfriend watches Spencer Reid instead of me who's on face time (naked)

Trailer trash hero

⚠️mentions/action of abuse

Y/N hated that everyone in town associated her with her dad, Jason Carver. He was the mayor of Hawkins and Y/N did not fit the look that her family had.

She resented her father, he criticized everything she did and always demanded more from her. She was sick and tired of it. After one huge argument, she went out to the bar, her fake ID never failed her and she prayed it didn't fail her today. Even if it did, she knew the owner and could easily get herself in. She was almost twenty-one anyway. A few months barely made a difference. She was sick of living under her father's roof. She needed a drink to take off the edge.

She sat on the small stool and ordered a drink. She took her time to slip on it slowly as her eyes looked around the bar. Her eyes caught a pair of brown that were staring right at her.

That was the night she met Eddie Munson.

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After that night, she couldn't stop thinking about the handsome older man who talked to her all night long. His strong jaw, aged eyes, and deep voice. She kept going back to that bar, praying he'd be there. And he always was.

It didn't take long for them to start flirting and going on dates. Texting through all hours of the night. He was older, and mature. She couldn't lie, it turned her on. She was tired of boys, but Eddie? He was a man. And he fucked her way better than she's ever had.

After a few months, it became more serious. She admitted she was only twenty and still lived at home, but he didn't care. They spent night after night at his house, rolling her eyes through the lecture of her parents when she came home the next morning. But nothing stopped her from doing it again and again.

"We've been going out for almost a year, don't you think I should meet your parents?" Eddie asked, his face nuzzled in her neck, his slight facial hair tickling her as he laid on her. Her hands played with his long hair and scratched his neck slightly.

"Eddie, I love you and I love everything about you. But they are going to hate you." She laughed, Eddie rolled his eyes and removed himself from her neck. Looking up at her with a small smile.

"Even if they do, at least I know I made the effort." He said, even though he was in his forties, he knew how to use his puppy eyes.

"I'm scared." She admitted quietly. Eddie turned his head confused, wrapping his arm around her.

"It's just, my dad...he has a lot of power in this shitty town and he could easily tear us apart. I love you and I don't want him to ruin this for us." She explained, Eddie watched as the tears welled in her eyes. He quickly sat up and took her head in his hands, pecking her lips softly.

"No one would ever keep me away from you. I love you and I'm not going to let anyone stop us, okay? Let's just try. And if it goes south, we don't worry about it. We'll do us."

Somehow Eddie convinced her and as she held his hand as they walked up to her front door, she regretted it.

"Hey, look at me. We'll do this together." He smiled, squeezing her hand as he knocked on the door.

"Just be polite." She warned.

As the door swung open, Eddie found himself looking in the past.

"Mom!" Y/N cheered, letting go of Eddie's hand as she wrapped her arms around her.

"Eddie!" Chrissy panicked, seeing the tall and older man over her daughter's shoulder.

"Chrissy, what a surprise," Eddie said, awkwardly scratching his head as he took her in. He was dating Chrissy's daughter, how the fuck did he get himself in this position.

"You know each other?" Y/N asked, looking between the two as they stared at each other.

"Yeah, he was a high school friend. What is he doing here?" Chrissy asked, praying he wasn't the guest Y/N asked to bring.

"He's my boyfriend, and he wanted to meet you guys," Y/N said, now feeling even more nervous about the situation. Her parents went to the same high school if Chrissy knew Eddie....her father did.

"I had no idea she was your daughter." Eddie clarified, holding his hands up in surrender as he cringed under Chrissy's familiar glare.

"He's going to murder you, Munson," Chrissy warned but welcomed him in. She always liked Eddie, but Jason was never a fan.

"Is he home yet?" Y/N asked, she knew this was a bad idea. Maybe they had time to run and hide.

"He's on his way. And he already is unhappy knowing you have a boyfriend that you spend the night with...and once he knows it's Eddie Munson that you are sleeping over with, he's going to flip. But I will try my best to keep him collected." Chrissy said. But she tried to treat him like he was just her daughter's boyfriend.

"Well I'll set up the table while you show Eddie around," Chrissy said, walking towards the kitchen. Smiling Eddie immediately reached for Y/N's hand as they began their tour of the house.

Y/N showed Eddie around, trying to cover the portraits of her on the wall.

"I am not surprised Chrissy put you in a beauty pageant, and I'm not surprised you won." Eddie laughed, looking at the small girl in the frame.

"Careful Eddie, that little girl is definitely underage." Y/N joked

"Yeah, but luckily this one isn't." He smirked, giving her ass a small smack when she turned. As they looked at more pictures and ended up in her bedroom, she was dying to ask.

"Did you get along with either of my parents?"

"Your mom was cool with me. But your dad hated me, and I'm sure that hasn't changed. He made my life hell." Eddie explained, and Y/N felt bad. She knew her father was a pain in the ass and it sucked to know he treated Eddie so poorly.

"Well, I hate him too. And honestly, I'm glad he's going to hate you. Because he'll forever have to live with the fact that his precious daughter is fucking the bad boy from his high school." Y/N smirked, crawling on his lap, her soft bed underneath them as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Mhhm I agree," Eddie moaned as she sucked on his neck, "he's going to throw a little bitch fit. He thought I'd do nothing with my life. But seeing you with me, definitely proving him wrong."

"He's going to be rude and an ass. But don't let him get in your head. You're amazing, handsome, successful, and can achieve anything. Don't listen to him." She explained, moving away from his neck to kiss his lips.

"Definitely gonna listen to the one who will be sucking me off tonight." He smirked, his hand around her throat as he held her close to him. Kissing her hard as she moaned against him.

"Y/N!" Chrissy yelled from downstairs, Y/N pulled away from Eddie, kissing him softly, then moving off of his lap. She grabbed his hand and took a deep breath.

"Ready?" Eddie asked, kissing her forehead as she nodded.

"Mhhm, so is the hickey." She said smirking.

Y/N walked down the stairs, Eddie behind her as he followed close. The front door was empty so she walked into the kitchen. Her parents sat at the dining table as she walked up.

"Dad, this is Eddie. My boyfriend." She watched as her dad looked up, anger filling his eyes as he stood up.

"Jason, be nice," Chrissy warned but it was too late, Jason was already storming towards them. He harshly yanked Y/N away, her hand removed from Eddie's as she yelped. Eddie looked at her, but she nodded that she was fine. Her father's grip was tight on her wrist.

"Get the fuck out of my house, you freak," Jason growled, but Eddie stood his ground.

"Now Jason, is that any way to talk to a guest? Especially one that is your daughter's boyfriend?" Eddie teased, but his teasing only made Jason's grip become more bruising.

"You are not dating my daughter. I don't know what kind of sick game you are playing. But she isn't going to be your little game piece."

"I didn't even know she was your kid until I got here. This isn't some sick game of revenge. Y/N isn't a game piece. We are in a relationship, a committed and loving relationship. You aren't ruining this for us." Eddie explained, his eyes on Jason but flickering to his grip on Y/N.

"There isn't a relationship. She is never seeing you again. Y/N get upstairs, you are grounded." Jason barked, his eyes turning to her.

"Jason, calm down." Chrissy tried

"NO! I'm an adult and you can't ground me. I'm not breaking up with him!" Y/N argued, trying to yank her wrist away but his grip was too tight.

"YES YOU ARE! Get upstairs, NOW!" He screamed in her face. Eddie didn't like the way Y/N was shaking.

"Let go of her." Eddie barked, Jason's head snapped to him.

"You don't tell me what to do."

"You're hurting her, let her go," Eddie growled, moving closer slowly.

"DON'T COME NEAR US!" Jason's grip was somehow tightening.

"Dad, please. You're hurting me." Y/N pleaded, tears in her eyes as her wrist burned.

"SHUT UP!" he screamed, his attention on her as he gripped her tighter. "I GAVE YOU EVERYTHING! AND YOU NEVER RESPECT ME. YOU GO OUT TO BARS, SLEEPING WITH GOD KNOWS WHO. I DIDN'T RAISE YOU TO BE A SLUT!"

"I'M NOT! EDDIE IS THE ONLY GUY I'VE BEEN WITH SINCE HIGH SCHOOL!" she yelled back. Chrissy cried as she tried to scream for them to stop. She worriedly looked at Eddie, he was slowly moving closer.

"AND ONLY LOW-LIFE SLUTS HAVE EVER GONE OUT WITH TRAILER TRASH EDDIE MUNSON!"

"YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW HIM! HE ISN'T TRASH. HE'S A DAMN GOOD GUY, HE HAS HIS OWN COMPANY, AND HE HAS A BEAUTIFUL HOUSE. A HOUSE WHERE WE FUCK EVERYWHERE. HELL, WE EVEN FUCK IN PUB-"

The room fell silent when Jason's hand raised and went across Y/N's face. The loud smack echoed as Eddie raced to yank Jason away.

"NO DAUGHTER OF MINE WILL BE A DISRESPECTFUL SLUT! YOU DON'T TALK TO ME LIKE THAT. AND YOU ARE BANNED FROM SEEING HIM! GET OFF OF ME!"

Y/N sobbed as she felt the heat on her cheek, embarrassed of the way her father reacted in front of her boyfriend. Chrissy raced to Eddie and Jason, trying to get them apart.

But Eddie wasn't calm, and he wasn't ever going to be calm around Jason. Eddie tackled Jason to the floor, his fist connecting with Jason's nose. Jason yelled in pain and punched Eddie back. The two were rolling around and landing punches on each other.

"JASON! STOP!" Chrissy begged, screaming as she tried to yank Jason's arm while he was on top of Eddie.

"Y/N HELP!" her mom screamed, Y/N quickly raced to them, and Jason tackled Eddie into the table, both crashing through the glass. Both groaned in pain, Y/N raced to Eddie's side, not caring about the glass as she kneeled right next to him.

His face was bloody, and bruising. She cupped his face as she ran her thumb over his skin. "I'm so sorry. I'm sorry." She sobbed, and Eddie groaned as he grabbed her hand.

"Baby, the glass. Careful." He moaned as he tried to shift. But his body ached everywhere.

Jason didn't take much of the fall since he landed on Eddie. Quickly rising to his feet he grabbed Y/N by her arm to drag her away. Her legs scraped against the class as she cried out in pain.

"I SAID DON'T FUCKING TOUCH HER!" Eddie screamed, all his adrenaline helping him race to his feet. Wrapping his arm around Jason's waist he threw them both to the ground. Eddie's hand wrapped around Jason's throat, squeezing as the anger rushed over his body.

"EDDIE! STOP!" Chrissy screamed, terrified as she shook but raced to Y/N. She carefully picked her up, but Y/N pushed her off. She used all her strength to race to Eddie.

"BABY! STOP! YOU'LL KILL HIM" she panicked. Eddie snapped his eyes to her, taking in her red cheek, with Jason's handprint, and her bloody legs as the cuts bled. It only angered him more.

"He hurt you" Eddie growled, squeezing Jason's neck harder as Jason clawed at his grip.

"I KNOW! I KNOW. BUT THINK! YOU'LL GET LOCKED UP IN PRISON!" Y/N tried to reason with him, slowly moving closer as she begged Eddie to let Jason go.

"Just like your dad" Jason choked out from under Eddie's grip. Eddie glared down at him but removed his hand. Jason gasped for air as he tried to shove Eddie off of him.

Eddie grabbed Jason by his shirt collar, nose to nose as he growled down at him. "I will never be like him. You are so lucky I love your daughter enough to not kill you right here, right now. If you ever touch her again, you won't be so lucky." Dropping Jason his head smacked against the floor, passing out.

Eddie stood up and Y/N raced into his arms. "I got you, baby" Eddie cooed as she sobbed into his chest. Her breathing was uneven as she panicked.

"I'm so sorry" Chrissy apologized, sobbing as she watched Eddie hold her daughter.

Eddie didn't say a word, carefully grabbing Y/N in his arms as he carried her to the door.

"EDDIE!" Chrissy yelled after them, but he kept going, opening the door as he carried her out. But Chrissy raced after them.

"PLEASE!" She screamed again. But Eddie ignored her, placing Y/N softly in his passenger seat. He buckled her and softly kissed her lips.

"Stay right here. I'm going to pack you a bag, we'll go to the hospital, and then we'll go to my house. Okay?" He said softly, she nodded as she rested her head against the seat.

Eddie shut the door and walked right into Chrissy. "Please, I just want to say goodbye." She begged.

"Did you let him do it before?" Eddie asked, his eyes dark as he looked down at her. Chrissy shook her head confused as she tried to look over his shoulder to see Y/N.

"Have you let him touch her before?" Eddie asked again, this time more demanding.

"No! He's never done that." Chrissy confirmed, Eddie sighed and let her go, racing into the house to pack Y/N's belongings. He grabbed everything he could, making sure he grabbed the things he heard her talk about the most and her favorite clothes.

By the time he made it out to his van, Chrissy was saying goodbye. Tears down her face as she kissed Y/N's head.

"I have to get her to the hospital," Eddie said as he threw the bags in the back. Chrissy nodded and stepped back, her hand grabbing Eddie's arm before he could leave.

"Take care of her, please."

"Always have and always will," Eddie promised, slamming the door shut. He started the van and took off towards the hospital.

"How are you feeling, baby?" He asked, looking over at her as she smiled at him.

"Told you it was a bad idea." She said, a teasing smile on her bruised face.

"...yeah. I should just always listen to you." He teased back, his soft hand landing on her thigh as he rubbed it softly.

"Listen to the one who's gonna suck you off." She repeated his words from earlier with a giggle.

"I love you." He said, smiling at her as he turned to get on the highway.

"I love you too, my hero." She leaned over and kissed his cheek.

Eddie pulled up to the hospital, carrying her in as he explained the situation. The nurses and doctors worked on her as Eddie got checked out for his cuts and bruises. He waited impatiently until he was able to see her.

"You can see her now." Eddie raced into her room at the news, sitting beside her as he held her hand.

"I'm all good! A few stitches from the glass but otherwise we are good to go!" Eddie nodded and helped her stand up, making their way out to his van.

"Ready to go to my place?" He asked, opening the door as she slid in.

"Let's go home, Munson."

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[inklore]

sweet serial killer

premise: it doesn’t matter if he’s killing you or you're killing someone else. you’re putty in his hands right now, and you’re both fucked. 

pairing: ethan landry x (f)reader

word count: 1.7k

contents: piv, more psychotic feelings than anything, choking, mentions of knife and blood play, murders, dirty talk, stalking, au since this is not in correlation with the film, pain kink.

note: this is my first time writing for this little fucked up curly q even though i have drafts upon drafts of ideas for him, which i'll gladly write if ya'll want more.

haunted hoedown day three.

You should be surprised. 

You should be pissed. 

Scared. 

Running for your life.

Something. Anything.

Other than standing in front of a murderer, your knuckles curling around the edge of the dresser your ass is pushed against. Your excelled heart rate pounding in your ears the closer he steps to you, leaving no room for you to breathe without touching him. Without smelling him. Stealing each other's air. 

Your eyes should be mapping out a quick exit. Coming up with a plan to get the hell out of here. Not looking into his. Not seeing the deep hue of nothingness that is abnormal to see in a sane person's eyes. The dilation of pupils letting you know that he’s got a plan either way. No matter how you take what he just told you.

“I’m ghostface.” 

The darkness in his eyes tells you you can run, but you won’t get far. You can tell someone, but we both know you won’t because I see you.

It’s why you haven’t moved. Why an escape is the last thing on your mind. Because your eyes are casting that same darkness right back at him. 

“You don’t have to pretend with me.” 

His words are like a fire engulfing you, more dangerous than the performance of normality you constantly put on. The sweet, rich girl whose parents gave her a free ride to college, who dote on her like a prized show pony because she’s the perfect child—the perfect daughter. 

The one thing in their lives they didn’t screw up. 

Being born screwed up and hiding it well, no fault of their own.

Known psychopaths rarely get what they want. They might, for a little while. But the lavishes never last. There's always more you need, more you want. And there are only so many people in this world who will give you what you want out of fear. 

Fear leads to trouble. Fear leads to getting caught. Turned in. Turned upon.

Hidden psychopaths, however, have an advantage. A perfected way of being that makes them seem like the nicest people you’ve ever met. The person you can run to. Trust. Count on. The person you wish you could be. 

That’s how you get what you want. 

That’s how you make the high of deceiving, hurting, and killing last. 

And if rich parents who like to hire nannies have taught you anything, it's that it is very easy to pretend. To perfect this little act. To be perceived as loving and being able to love when really all you want to do is gouge the person next to you’s eyes out. 

You have a system. A routine. You never let your crown slip. You never let anyone see you for what you truly are. You’d lose everything. Lavishes gone. That control you have gone. 

You didn’t care about being loved or feared. 

Feelings meant nothing to you. 

But watching the emotions of pain enacted on someone's face when you caused it? Nothing compared to it.

Besides, maybe the way Ethan is looking at you right now. 

The look someone gets when they look into a mirror and like the monster they see looking back at them. 

Part of you should have known. Should have seen this coming with the way his eyes were always already on yours when you looked his way in class. Or that night you caught him following you around campus, but you pretended you didn’t see him—much like the night he caught you red handed, literally, with blood staining your nails, and your pre-rehearsed explanation only making his eyes grow wider and fill with darkness, he quickly smiled away. 

And the nail that should have been pounded into the coffin when your roommate got attacked and all Ghostface did was wave his shiny little knife in your face, a gloved hand around your throat, and then disappeared down the fire escape. And the next day, when everyone was making your skin crawl from sympathy hugs and the fake tears that were glossing your eyes, Ethan had only given you dark looks from across the courtyard. 

Brows low and casting a shadow over his eyes in class. 

You should have known then. 

You’re usually so much better at reading people, trying to understand their normality to copy it. Use it against them.

But Ethan wasn’t normal. That much was clear. 

“I didn’t think you had it in you,” he chuckles under his breath as he shrugs, “this perfect little daddies girl, the girl everyone wants to sleep with, is crazy.” A slow smile lifts the corner of his mouth, “so many nights I’ve followed you, and you’ve kept your facade going. Even when no one was watching. Until the night I ran into you in the hall, the night I knew. I could see it written all over your face.” 

He leans in closer, his curls ghosting over your forehead. His voice a whisper, “but you’re not very good at hiding your messes, so I did it for you. I saved us both the trouble. You getting caught and me—well, Ghostface—taking credit for a kill so messy. And when I gave you my little present, that pesky roommate of yours gone, I could see it in your eyes. That trust. That you would have been happy with me either killing you or fucking you.” 

Your breath halts in your lungs, burning the back of your throat from the noise you let out when Ethan grabs it. Squeezing just enough to make it hard to swallow and to make that growing hunger move past your belly and throb between your legs. 

“Which is it now? Do you want to be fucked or killed?” 

Your lips try to form words, but the hand around your throat mingled with that perfected crown falling and shattering to the ground has your darkness making itself known more than just in the fire that’s so clearly burning in your eyes—the gasps that sound like weak whimpers, the warmth of your body against Ethan’s, the way your insides feel like molten lava when you consider both objectives—your mind is clouded with a pleasure you’ve only ever felt when you’ve watched the agony of pain fade out someone's light completely, your nails smelling of copper for days after.

If Ethan pulled out his knife right now and put it to your throat, you’d come before he made the first cut.

And as he says, “if I went downstairs and grabbed one of your fans and brought them up here and slit their throat for you, would you like that? Would you prefer that instead?” 

Your body shivers from his words, from the free hand that's running down your hip to the apex of your inner thigh—your sorry excuse for a skirt giving him more than enough access to press his thumb to the growing wet patch on the outside of your underwear. The pad of his finger pressing in and adding just the right amount of pressure to your aching clit to make your eyes flutter. 

“Or is it your insides you want me to see?” 

The involuntary whimper of his name, the motion of your hips trying to rub yourself against the miniscule touch between your legs, his last words, and the accuracy of it all are the finality for both of you. 

The thing that finally lets you both know that it doesn’t matter if he’s killing you, or you’re killing someone else, or blood is spilt for you, you’re putty in his hands right now, and you’re both fucked. 

So when his lips come down on yours, it’s hard and rough and lacking any sort of passion. 

Any sort of fake pleasure you’ve always had to give to past lovers. 

There's nothing fake about the heat inside of you. The sauna of depravity that Ethan is pulling out of you—devouring it with bloody teeth that match your own hunger. Your own fucked up way of getting off. Of feeling something. 

When Ethan starts to descend to his knees, leaving a trail of bites along your neck that feel too hard and imprinting to not be a personal vendetta of anger, of want, of a need to make you feel pain, to want it from him—you stop him. 

Yanking his curls so hard, he’s hissing against your mouth. Your fingers move in a flash of pushed away fabric, buttons, and zippers to free him and wrap a hand around his cock. Giving it a couple pumps. Watching the way his mouth parts and his lips curl in pleasure when you tighten and twist around the head. 

Wordlessly telling him what you want when you turn away, pushing your ass out for him as you bend yourself over the dresser. 

If you didn’t have him inside of you one way or another, you know you’d lose your patience. Know that darkness would simmer away into something worse, something that would leave the both of you in more agony than pleasure. 

You needed him. 

And by the sound Ethan makes when he thrusts into you—hard, without warning—you know he needs you too. Know that he’s probably gotten off to the thought of you bloodied and underneath him, his knife pressed to your throat, threatening to make you bleed if you didn’t let him come inside of you. If you didn’t let him lick the wounds he wants to create against your flesh. 

The pace he sets is rough. 

Harsh against your body that rubs against the rigid edge of the dresser. His nails dig into your hips as he pulls you back onto him, as he grabs the back of your neck, digging his fingers into your skull. 

The palm that snakes around to your neck pulls you up and against his front, putting your body at a new angle that has your muscles stretching in pain and making your eyes roll back. The noises of pleasure and pain like a fucked up hymn. 

“That night I was in your apartment, your life in my hands, do you know how much self control I had to have to not slice this pretty throat?” His teeth graze against the skin below your ear, his own groans and hitches of breath making you feel lightheaded. “To not make you bleed and spread it against my cock and make you jerk it off. Make you use your mouth to lick me clean.”

It’s those words and the lack of air his palm is allowing your lungs to intake that make you come. That has the gasp falling from your mouth sounding like something dying, something begging for life. 

Portraying the opposite of his words. Of why you’re coming. Of why the rush has you going lax against him and smiling. 

[lokigodofmyheart]

I WANT YOU (pt. 1)

MASTERLIST

Pairing: Loki x Female Reader.

Words: 3.301

Summary: Loki and Y/N had became friends quickly when they met. She was a daughter of an ally of Odin, so he offered for them to live in Asgard. Loki and Y/N always teased each other and there was a lot of tension between them, but they were just friends...or not? 

Warning/Content: angst, fluff.

Loki was watching Y/N as she sats in the bench of the garden and looked at the flowers. He’s been admiring her for quite some time now. She and Loki are friends...the only friend he had. He slowly walks up behind her, planning on scaring her. Loki was never trusted and mostly hated in Asgard… but she took her time to know him and be with him. 

“Hello darling.” He says with a grin as he sits down beside her. 

"Hello Loki." Y/N smiles at him. 

He was taken aback, he was hoping she would jump and startle. "You seem unfazed, perhaps I need to try harder?" Loki says with a small sigh and chuckle, looking back up to the sky. 

"Perhaps I just got used to you doing that." Y/N chuckles. 

Loki's face lights up once again, his usual self was appearing now, being playful. "Fair enough, darling." He said as he looked right at her, his eyes a vibrant blue as he stared, it was almost hypnotic as he just stared. 

"So, what do I own the pleasure today?" She teases him. 

"The pleasure of seeing my pretty face." Loki's tone was sarcastic and playful, his grin turning into a smirk as he teases her back. Y/N laughs, pushing him playfully, caugthing him off guard and making he fall, landing on the grass. He laughed though; his laugh was contagious as he stared at her.. he was tempted to pull Y/N on top of him. 

Y/N always loved hearing him laughs "Don't you dare." She says, still laughing. 

"Why not?" Loki asks, still looking at her, he is clearly flirting as he tries to move to pull her closer to him on the grass. 

"Loki, this dress is new." She laughs. 

"Well, we're in a garden and grass is part of the garden, and I'm only following your lead." Loki retorts teasingly, his smile growing in size. Once her laughter dies down, he moves again to try to pull her closer. Loki managed to hold her wrist, pulling her and making her fall on top of him. 

"Loki!!" 

Loki's plan worked and he laughed softly as she fell on top of him, he was quite pleased with himself as his eyes locked onto hers. Y/N was quite close now and her scent filled the air, he couldn't help but feel a sense of desire… he was quite flustered now, but he held her stare, his eyes filled with lust. 

"This dress was new." She complained but didn't move. 

"My apologies, I shall buy you a new one." Loki says teasingly, but he had no intention of doing so. He was trying to hold back laughter though as he looked at her, he couldn't resist moving his hands up… his hands started grazing her hips gently and slowly. 

Y/N rolls her eyes "I don't want a new one" 

"Then why are you complaining?" Loki asks teasingly, he didn’t really stop his hands from travelling up her sides, his hands now at her waist… his grip slightly tightened to prevent Y/N from moving. Now it was very obvious as she felt his breath at her neck. 

"Because I liked this one." Y/N moves her legs so she's short of sitting on him, her legs straddling him. 

Loki's face flushes and she could see his eyes flicker as he was enjoying this. He liked the way her legs were wrapped around him he could feel where she was pressing against him… he liked how close she was to him and Y/N could feel his breathing. Her heart was beating fast, she knew it was a bold move for her to do it. Loki was also getting heated up, she could feel his chest rising and falling as he took faster breaths, he was close to holding his breath. Once he realizedthat his breathing was getting faster, he decided to bite his lip, trying to control himself. Y/N could see his eyes flicker and it was clear he was trying to control whatever animalistic desires he had for her at this moment... yet he couldn't help but gaze at her lips. 

After a few seconds, Y/N rolls to her side, laying with her back on the grass, by his side, making he lose the hold on her. Loki watches her as she falls to the side, he was a little disappointed that her legs had suddenly left his body, but he wasn't going to try to push you back on. Instead, he turned to his side to lay next to Y/N so he could stare at her. Loki had been able to calm himself down slightly from his initial state of almost losing control. 

"Are you going to the ball tonight?" She asks looking at him. 

Loki nods, his eyes don't shift away from hers... his lips still slightly curled from the bite. The ball... he wasn't keen on going to it at all. Even with the amount of women there he wasn't interested in any of them. "Yes, I will be attending the ball. I have someone in particular i was planning on dancing with. You?" 

"Really? Is she pretty? She must be if she's making you're going to the ball... Y/N smirked at him, teasing. She knew how much Loki hated those parties. 

"She's extremely pretty... she is quite beautiful. "He says teasingly, not mentioning that he was talking about her. Her beauty had already struck a chord with him, and she had no idea... Loki was also a little disappointed at her, she had already made assumptions as to who he was talking about, and she clearly hadn't even thought that he would find her more attractive... which he did. His face turned slightly red. 

Y/N smiles widen "Are you blushing?" 

"No, I am not blushing!" Loki said, clearly not being truthful. The blush had spread on his cheeks, and she could clearly see it on his face. He was trying to keep his composure but the closer she got to him, the more agitated and flustered he was getting. His breathing had gotten heavier, and he was starting to feel warm. 

"You are." She smiles and chuckled "I want to meet her in the ball. The woman who can make you blush like that must be something." 

Loki knew you would say that she was too curious for her own good. Loki chuckled softly at her comment and his face flushed again "Maybe you should come and see for yourself." 

"Oh, I will." She smiles at him. 

Loki chuckles and rolls over slightly so that he was closer. His eyes twinkled. His breathing was heavier, and he was finding it hard to keep from blushing. He stared directly at her as he spoke. "You'll have to save a dance for me though." 

"Sure." She stands up, offering her hand to help him too. 

He takes her hand and pulls himself up to his feet, his eyes still gazing at her. When he was upright, he stared at Y/N for a few seconds longer. “Thank you…” He says, his voice very soft… very intimate. As if he didn’t mean to let it slip out. Y/N looks up at him, smiling. Loki was very tall, and she was short compared to him.  Once again, she could see the blush on his cheeks as he looked down at her. He looked at her smiling face and wanted to just push Y/N into the grass again and make out with her. But he knew doing that would be quite inappropriate… he couldn’t even control his feelings towards her right now. 

She looks at her dress "You see, it's all dirty now, thanks to someone who pulled me on the grass." 

Loki chuckles softly as he listens, clearly aware that she was referring to him. "It looks fine, darling. I don't mind." He says as his mouth curves into a small smile. 

Y/N rolls her eyes again as she tries to brush off the grass on it, but she couldn't reach her back "Care to help me here? After all, it's your fault.” 

"Certainly." Loki immediately offers to help, he knew the reason why he wanted to help her was to touch her back, but he was trying his hardest not to be inappropriate. A small smirk appears on his face before he reaches and gently caresses her back as he brushed the grass off. 

"Thanks" She starts to walk away, but turn to him when she sees he's not following "Are you gonna just stay there?" 

Loki immediately snaps out of his trance as she walks away... she was quite a teasing girl. "Why would I be following?" Loki asks, his tone was playful as his smile grew wider. 

"Because you're a nice prince that will escort the lady back to her room?" She smirks. 

Loki chuckles again, even though he was blushing, he had to admit it, she was definitely teasing him now. Y/N also called him "Prince", making him sound like a very good man when clearly that wasn't the case... but he couldn't deny her charms either. "Very well, my lady." Loki says mockingly. 

She laughs when he walks by her side "Aren't you going to be a gentleman and offer me your arm?" 

"Oh yes, my dear sweet lady..." Loki says mockingly as he offers her his arm, his grin growing in size. He was playing along with her acting. She links her arm in his as they walk to her room. 

As soon as they reach her room, she let go off his arm "Thank you for escorting me, my dear prince." She says mocking “I guess I see you at the ball later?” 

Loki grins at her once more, he was having so much fun and he was definitely looking forward to later "You will indeed, my lady. I shall see you at the ball." 

She laughs before kissing his cheek "See you."  

His cheeks go bright red in the matter of a second, her kiss was unexpected. He was a God, but her small, sweet kiss made his heart flutter, it really took him by surprise. Y/N shut the door before he could even register what just happened... but he was left stunned by the kiss. He just stood near the door, trying to process what had just happened. 

Later, at the ball, Y/N entered the throne room where the ball was happening. She quickly found Thor and her friends, and she says hello, when she felt a presence behind her.  

"Hello, Loki" She smiles at him. 

Loki wasn't impressed at all with the ball, but that was until Y/N arrived. All his concerns about the ball were completely forgotten… she was here. “Hello darling.” 

"Not trying to scare me again, are you?" She chuckles as she walks away from Thor and the others, Loki following her. 

Loki laughs at her comment “No, I have no interest in scaring you…" He smiles widely, clearly making an effort to show his genuine feelings towards her. She was so beautiful, and he couldn’t look away. 

Y/N chuckles as she got a drink "What about your mysterious girl? Have she arrived?" 

Loki thought if it was it worth making her jealous... Yes… yes it was. This was going to work out just fine, he thought. “Yes, she’s here… you know she couldn’t miss it, I did promise to dance with her tonight…” 

"Good for her..." She whispered to herself while she took a sip of her drink. 

Loki could hear her whisper, that little comment she made definitely showed her jealousy now. He was enjoying this moment immensely because he knew just how much she wanted to be his only priority “Jealous?” Loki asked, the smile on his faces grew wider.  

"Oh, you wish." She chuckles. 

Loki was getting amused by her teasing now, once again she was trying to act like she didn’t care… but her jealously was clearly showing. His hand went up to her chin and gently turned her face to look at him “I don’t know, you seem awfully concerned about this mysterious girl, darling.” 

"I just want to meet the girls who can make the god of Mischief blush, that’s all." She teases him. 

Loki chuckles and leans in slightly, he was enjoying this so much. She was trying so hard not to be jealous, it was so humorous. “Well, I don’t think you’ll be getting the chance my dear. I’m going to make sure I only give her my attention tonight and not you… unless-” Loki said teasingly. 

"Good luck then, Loki" She smiles "I actually promised Thor a dance tonight." Y/N knew that talking about Thor it would hit a nerve on him. 

“You promised Thor a dance?” Loki asks a bit surprised by that. He looks at her and raises an eyebrow. “But... I thought you promised to dance with me…? Why would you agree to a dance with someone else?” 

"What did you say? Oh, right  'I’m going to make sure I only give her my attention tonight and not you.'” she quotes him with a smirk. 

Loki’s eyes widened when she quoted him. She just wouldn’t let anything slip past her, she always knew how to make him get riled up. “That’s different! I was trying to make you jealous, I wasn’t actually planning on giving her all of my attention tonight!” 

"Too bad." She smirks "Have fun with your girl, Loki" It was the last thing she said before she left him. 

He was stunned as she just walked away from him. She was just leaving him? He couldn’t just let her walk away. His voice was raised when he spoke. “Dammit, Y/N! Wait!” 

But it was too late, she had already walked away from him. Loki was mad, he couldn’t believe that she would do this to him. His ego and pride were hurt beyond belief. Y/N in fact had just left the party, walking to the garden again. She sits on the bench, taking her shoes off and letting a few tears fall off her face. 

A few minutes after, Loki realized his mistake. He should have not let her walk away like that, he should have done something to keep Y/N there. But now she was gone... and a wave of guilt washed over his body... He had to find her. Loki went after his brother Thor, after all Y/N had said she was gonna dance with him. But Thor didn't know anything about dancing with her or where she was. 

Y/N took a few minutes to recompose herself, before she hears steps behind her "I'm not in the mood, Loki." 

Loki froze a few steps from her, he had been getting closer and closer but once he heard her voice he went still. She was not trying to talk about it, that was clear to him. "I just needed to find you..." His voice was shaky, he was trying to hide how sad he was, but he felt like his world was just shattered. 

"You found me. Now go back to the ball." Y/N was angry and sad. 

Loki's shoulders drop and a look of sadness falls over his face as he knows that there is nothing he can do now. She refuses to talk to him and if he tries harder, it's only going to make her more upset with him. He is stuck and doesn't have a choice but to do as she says. "Goodbye, darling. I'm sorry..." He mutters. His heart was broken. The only thing on his mind now was getting drunk out of his mind. 

She turns to look at him "Are you really gonna leave?" 

Loki pauses when she says that, she sounded like she was expecting him to do something else besides leave. He takes a deep breath and turns back around to face her "You just said...?" 

"I know what I said. You never listen to me, I didn't think you were gonna start it now..." 

"You just told me to go back to the ball..." He says plainly as his lips curl into a frown. 

She rolls her eyes and turn back to stare at the garden "You're so difficult sometimes." 

Loki is just getting more and more irritated, what did she want from him? She tells him to leave and then act annoyed because he’s actually doing what she asked. "So, you want me to stay now?" 

"No..." 

Loki lets out a sigh, she’s the most complicated woman he’s met. Now he’s back where he was before, back to being lost and confused because she wouldn’t just give him a straight answer. “So...you want me to leave?” 

Y/N sighs "No..." 

"Stop this game, Y/N. Just tell me what you want.” Loki was starting to get flustered by the way she’s acting. 

"I want you." That’s all she says. 

Those three words sent shivers down his spine, it caused his heart to flutter in his chest. She was being straight up with him now… no more confusion, no more games. It made his heart melt a little bit. “...say that again?” 

She turns to look at him this time "I want you." 

His eyes were glued to hers, he just stood in shock and disbelief as she had finally said what he wanted to hear. It was almost too good to be true, maybe this was a dream. “Are you sure that’s what you meant to say?” 

"Gods, Loki. Am I speaking Greek or something?" She asks frustrated, standing up and walking to him. 

Loki chuckles at her comment "No, you're not." His smile widens, his eyes are filled with joy as he leans in and captures her lips with a kiss. She was surprised but after a second, she returned the kiss, her hand going to his neck and his hair. 

Loki’s hands wrapped around her waist, and he pulled her closer to him, their bodies pressed up against each other and his lips were meeting hers. The kiss was so intoxicating, and it kept him from thinking clearly, the only thing that he wanted to do in this moment was to keep kissing her. His kisses became more passionate as he kept up the rhythm, not wanting to ever stop. 

Eventually, she has to break the kiss to breath. Y/N smiles at him as she tries to catch her breath "I though you would do that in this afternoon, when you pulled me on top of you.” 

Loki chuckles and wipes a bit of spit off his lower lip, his eyes are fixated on her lips. He gets a little embarrassed now that she reminds him of that. “…I’ve been wanting to do it all day, but I was hesitant. I didn’t even expect to kiss you tonight.” 

"So...I was your 'mysterious girl'?" She smiled at him. 

Loki chuckles and nods his head slightly “Yes… you definitely were my mystery girl.” 

"You're an ass for making me jealous, you know" She chuckles. 

Loki chuckles as he smiles, clearly enjoying this back and forth between you two… she was so much fun to keep up with. “And how good did you feel when you made me jealous in return by promising to dance with Thor? You weren’t exactly innocent either…” 

Y/N laughs softly “It was good to see your face.” 

Loki laughs too when you admit it to him, clearly you were getting back at him, and it was understandable. He deserves it... “...you are quite the devil, aren’t you?” 

“I am.” She laughs softly. 

[look-at-the-soul]

Watching over us

Tommy Shelby x reader

This story has been in my drafts for a while… I wrote it for @peakyswritings 2K celebration 🎉 congratulations dear Reb! You’re probably way over by now… I’m sorry for taking so long!

But like I always say, each story has its own time… initially it would focus in that infamous scene between Lizzie and Tommy in the open field, I never liked how she approached Tommy in such vulnerable state so I decided to “fix it” 🤭 but it was so so dark that I doubted and never posted it, to portray Tommy like that, gave me chills beyond words, luckily after dreaming of my grandma after she passed away, I decided to mix both ideas and make the story a little less sinister… or at least I hope so.

Like always, my deepest gratitude to @blondie-22 for the remarkable work around the moodboard, I mean look at this?! It’s perfect!!! 🙌🏻👏🏻

Summary: Ruby has been having some dreams that make her feel uneasy while Tommy is away. Because how would you feel after dreaming of someone who already passed away but it’s trying to send a message?

You paced the open room from side to side, toying with the necklace around your neck. Patiently waiting for your husband to arrive.

It was only matter of time.

The sky went dark a while ago and you really couldn’t put this on hold. His daughter had questions, she wanted answers, an explanation… something to believe in.

Frances had asked a few times if you needed something until you guided her to her headquarters, longing for some peace, for a moment alone to try to rearrange your own ideas.

A part of you felt calm, looking at the bright side, it wasn’t something you should feel worried about. Another part felt uneasy about how to approach the matter properly.

Eventually, the sound of Tommy’s car approaching filled your ear sight and you rushed towards your husband.

“Tommy.” You called breathlessly.

“What’s the matter?” He asked right away, aware of your state.

“I’m so glad you’re home now, come… we need to talk. About Ruby.”

His heart stopped beating for a split second, worry shadowed his crystal orbs.

“What happened?” He tensed thinking of the possibilities.

Taking the briefcase from his hand, you placed it on the table by the door, to move then to get his coat.

“What’s the matter?” He asked bluntly trying to control his voice.

But you pushed him slightly until he took a seat, not knowing how he’d take the news. He was particularly protective over Ruby specially after she miraculously overcame pneumonia.

“Take it easy, she’s waiting for you in our bedroom, I asked her to sleep and assured her you’d wake her up to talk…” taking a deep breath, you placed your hands on his shoulders for reassurance. “She’s been dreaming of Polly, she only started this week. A dream per night, it’s very vivid and she remembers everything afterwards. But she’s scared.”

“Ruby, Ruby, my little Rube.” He mumbled getting rid of his leather gloves. Standing up, he skipped a few steps on his way to the second floor, you following him closely.

The abrupt passing was taking a toll in the Shelby family. It wasn’t easy to move on, specially as grief came in waves.

You saw him stopping on his tracks at the sight of his daughter sleeping on his side of the bed, her hair scattered over the pillow, her soft features relaxed.

Gently, you pushed him towards the bed, so he could get closer.

Sitting by Ruby’s feet, Tommy doubted of disturbing her sleep, he contemplated the small and fragile figure, his precious daughter. Touching her hand gently, he brought it to his lips, to place a feather-like kiss.

“Daddy?” Her eyes fluttered open.

“Yes, I’m here my darling.”

Ruby launched herself into his arms, finding the comfort she needed in his chest and embrace.

“I saw aunt Polly.” She explained rubbing her eyes.

Tommy’s eyes searched for you at the opposite side of the bed. Then, he caressed her face, noticing she was still wearing the Black Madonna around her neck.

“What did you see?”

Ruby then went on to explaining him all about her first dream. That first night she dreamed of Polly, there was a knock on the door and Ruby went to open it, even though it was always Frances responsible to attend, but when she saw her beloved auntie, she didn’t hesitate to give her hug. To which Polly only answered with a smile and wrapping her arms around Tommy’s daughter. The following night, Ruby dreamed she was using the swing by the big tree and as she started moving higher, she looked over her shoulder and found Polly pushing her, when the girl asked how could she do that, her aunt only gave her a lighthearted laugh and kept pushing her until Ruby looked back again and she wasn’t there anymore.

The first verbal communication came by the third night though. When Ruby prayed before going to bed for her aunt, You told her it was the best she could do, pray for her soul, for her spirit to find peace. That night her dream started when she was sitting by the fireplace, feeling someone close, Ruby turned her head and found Polly standing by the doorframe.

“I’m praying for you.” The girl started the conversation.

“Thank you.” Polly replied with a nod, wrinkles appeared around the corner of her eyes when she smiled at her niece. “I heard you.”

“How?” Ruby asked in confusion.

“Have no fear my sweet girl, I’m always watching over you.”

When Ruby tried to get up to be closer to Polly, she was gone, and that’s when Ruby woke up.

Tommy gasped by the surprise the dreams his daughter was having.

“Polly.” He murmured.

“Am I going crazy daddy?” Ruby asked with concern.

You already assured her that wasn’t the case, she should feel calm and thankful that Polly had chosen her to let them know she was alright. But she needed to hear it from her father.

“No, of course not. Polly loved you very much.” He assured her.

“She said she loves you too and that she’s sorry for never telling you that.” Ruby treated Polly’s message for her father, which sent Tommy to let out a choked sob.

“She told you that?” He asked shocked but treasuring her words.

Ruby nodded and then proceeded to tell her father another dream, she was walking in a beautiful open field full of flowers and trees, she could hear the river close, the sky was clear, it was a gorgeous day. A beautiful butterfly caught her attention.

“She told me to ask you to be careful.” Ruby expressed solemnly. “Don’t believe everything. That you’re not going to die.” His daughter sighed and then continued. “She said read the papers.”

Tommy’s head snapped to find you staring at him already.

Time stood still for an instant. Blood flew off his body, he had kept a secret the illness detected by Doctor Holford from both his children. After he set Lizzie free and signed the divorce papers, Charlie went to live with her and Ruby, but a few weeks later, Ruby asked to see her father and occasionally stayed to sleep there, you had welcomed her with open arms. You had accidentally found the diagnosis and since then you had supported him without a second thought. Convinced to help him live his last days as better as possible.

That was part of the reason why he rushed the wedding and asked you to go to courthouse in the middle of the day, he was afraid to leave you unprotected.

“Were you going to die daddy?” Her concerned voice brought Tommy back to reality.

“Ruby, remember when you asked me if it was a bad thing that you dreamed of someone who is already gone?” You asked the girl instead, walking around the bed to stand behind Tommy.

When she nodded, you smiled briefly. Going back in time.

“Sometimes it’s a signal our loved ones give us to let us know they’re alright, or guide us somewhere.” You explained softly.

Tommy cleared his throat.

“Y/N is right.” Tommy explained. “That’s how I met Y/N.”

Flashback

Your heart froze, you had seen everything. A man desperate screaming into the nothing, bringing a gun into his temple.

But it failed… thankfully.

Or at least you didn’t hear the shooting, but you saw him collapsing into the mud. As you were about to run towards him, a tall, slim woman approached him. She mumbled something and then let a few bullets fall next to him.

You would never approve how Lizzie approached the matter. Tommy was in a vulnerable state after failing the Mosley assassination, he needed someone to be there for him right there to pick him off the ground. Not a resentful wife giving him the bullets. You shook your head disapprovingly at the thought.

*

“Tommy…” it was his mother’s voice. Was he already dead? He had to. “Tommy it’s not your time yet.”

Again there was her sweet voice, just like he remembered.

“My darling you need to get up. You still have things to do.” She insisted. She looked beautiful.

Just like the morning before she drowned in the canal, her hair blowing against her face, her crystal eyes just like his shining.

But he was tired. Oh so tired of everything already.

She pressed down a kiss to kiss his cheek.

“Wake up and you’ll find what you need.”

“Don’t go mother.” He whispered just as he felt someone hold up his head.

*

“Mister? Can you hear me?” A woman dressed in a white gown kneeled before him, gently placing his head on her lap, trying to remove the dirt from his eyes and nose.

And he knew right away, what his mother meant in his dream.

When he saw that selfless woman taking care of him considering the state he was in, both physically and mentally he knew you needed to be in his life. You didn’t hesitate to offer her help genuinely, didn’t care your clothes got dirty, instead you focused on his well-being.

(End of flashback)

“You know the rest of the story, Lizzie and I got divorced and after that, Y/N moved in with me, she’s been taking care of me.”

“You’ve never talked about your Mum.” Ruby pointed out. “I didn’t know you dreamed of her too.”

Tommy nodded, moving one of his hands to his shoulder, to cover yours. Touched by remembering the events. Of course he decided to not mention Ruby that her own mother dropped deliberately the bullets next to him before you helped him. She didn’t need to know that.

“The night before that happened,” you spoke looking at Ruby, “I went to sleep early, I felt so tired but past midnight I started to feel uneasy. And out of nowhere, I found myself walking in a wide open field covered by fog, I kept walking and when I reached the river, there was a woman who asked me for help desperately.”

Taking a deep breath, you continued with the story. “I didn’t recognize her at all, she just kept asking for my help, calling for someone whose name was Tommy. When I saw the fear in her eyes, I followed her, we kept walking for a while until I saw a shadow standing in the middle of the field.”

Ruby’s eyes observed you intensely.

“Help him please.” She pleaded again. “After that I woke up, it was probably five in the morning just like in my dream, luckily I knew the place so I grabbed a coat and went outside to see if it was real… something indescribable was pushing me to keep going, until I found your Dad.” You sighed loudly at the memory feeling Tommy squeeze your fingers.

“That day, Y/N saved my life.” Tommy added, if it wasn’t for Y/N, he would have taken the bullets after Lizzie left him there in a vulnerable state and to end with his own life.

He couldn’t help it but shudder at the memory.

“I didn’t know back then she was Polly and that she had just passed away.” Y/N continued trying to explain everything to Ruby according to her age. “But as I helped your father back into the house, and days went on and we were talking about what happened, I told your Dad about my dream and described the woman I saw, when he showed me a photograph of your aunt Polly, I was surprised and shocked to know it was her.”

“Aunt Polly helped you save my Dad?” Ruby asked incredulously.

Y/N gave Ruby a reassuring smile. She had so many reasons to believe and be thankful for dreaming with Polly when Tommy needed help, that she found a way to communicate through her dream. Otherwise she wouldn’t have met him.

Tommy nodded profusely, and now he was sure Polly found a way through Ruby to let them know she was alright among other things.

“Sometimes Ruby, our loved ones know we need them and when they visit us in our dreams it’s a good thing after all. I like to think they do it because it’s the way they have to show us they’re still around, they’ll always be.” You explained lovingly.

“I’m not scared anymore then, I know aunt Polly is still around.” Ruby declared solemnly.

Even it had been months since her passing away, Tommy sometimes still called her name after a meeting or looked up in the sky to find an answer.

He wasn’t sure how the afterlife worked, sometimes he thought it might be a result of his desperate need to find a solution. But listening to his daughter’s dreams… he had no other choice but to believe it might be real.

Tommy nodded, with a lump installed in his throat. “You can be sure, she will always be watching over us.”

Kissing his daughter goodnight, Tommy tucked her in and then he guided you outside the bedroom.

Rushing downstairs, Tommy went straight to his office to search for the papers. You following him but decided to give him some space, his eyes scanning the pages. One after one, cursing in between, you could see frustration taking a toll on him until he stopped abruptly.

Walking around the desk without asking him what was happening you took a look over his shoulder, following what caught his attention. And there it was, a photograph in the social section.

“Is that…?” Confusion crept over you.

“That bastard.” Tommy murmured.

His doctor was posing at the wedding of Diana and Oswald, the doctor posing next to them. All this fucking time… he creased the newspaper hard.

He was determined to end it right there, to get revenge after realizing of all the lies he had been telling him. But as he was about to walk out the door with a loaded gun in his hand, a soft but firm hand stopped him.

“Tommy.” You called him softly. “Take a minute to think this through… I know he deserves the worst punishment possible, he’s the worst. But you’re better than this.”

Your words seemed to soften his eyes for a moment, when he looked at you his whole expression changed.

“You told me you wanted to be different… better.” You tried again noticing the internal battle he was challenging. “You’re not like them.”

When Tommy’s anger subsided, you took the chance and retrieved the weapon from his hand placing it over his desk.

“Listen to me, take this easy.” You suggested, terrified of the look in his eyes. Since the day he pointed a gun to his temple you have never felt so uneasy and worried about him. “Tommy? This is what they want, a visceral reaction. They want you to explode and act impulsively.”

You felt him shaking under your touch.

“All of the lies he told me…” Tommy finally mumbled. “That fucking son of a bitch assured me these were my last days alive.”

He pursed his lips in an attempt to contain his anger. Not against you, but the situation.

“I know, my love.” You felt on the brick of tears. “But look at the bright side… we’ve a long road ahead.”

That’s when Tommy finally broke down. Hearing you say those words meant a lot to him.

He gave in and his weight pulled you down with him still in your arms, his choked sobs shattered your heart. He was like a young boy crying for his favorite toy.

“Tell me it’s true. Tell me Y/N.” He pleaded between sobs.

Since he met you, he told you how unfair it was after two failed marriages to finally find his true love but after his diagnosis he was angry at how little time he would have to love you.

And you felt the same.

You rocked him gently from side to side, feeling a wave of relief as your eyes fixed in the flames flickering in front of you.

“You aren’t sick Tommy, they lied to you to make you weak.”

News like that it wasn’t easy to digest, not especially after making peace with the idea of death. But finding out that he was healthy gave the two of you the chance to live what you’ve been missing all your life.

It gave you hope.

Although grandma doesn’t make an appearance here, she’s always the main inspiration, follow the Grandma series here

A dark story like this is never easy, so if you feel up to, I’d love to hear what you think! ✨♥️

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BIMBO!!

PART ONE OUT OF THREE.

Okay so I'm finally writing this fic!! I want to warn you guys that it won't be the best and probably won't make much sense so I'm sorry for that!! Hope you enjoy!! ♡♡

BIMBO - An attractive but stupid woman (To all my big titty bimbos out there😮‍💨

FUTURE WARNINGS ~ SMUT, Readers father is a disgusting person, reader is a bimbo, reader is a female, reader has big breasts and is called blondie multiple times. Use of slut, bunny, idiot, spit, light choking, clit spanking twice, face sitting, multiple rounds. Chan is referred to as Chris and made him a little freak...Reader gets cat called but Chan is there to save the day. Chan is apart of a gang. DRUGS, ALCOHOL. Chris and Izumi are broken up but get back together. Cheating?? They have a baby together called Ayum. Enjoy!!

CONTEXT

Chris was your ex boyfriend. Why was he your ex? Because your family didn't approve of him. Chris was a "gangster" he rode motorcycles, spray painted, people were scared of him. And when you were younger you had made the mistake of dating him. Since your family didn't like him you left him without explaining which left Chris furious and lonely.

Chris had knocked you up at the first few months of your relationship so when you broke up you had shared custody. Together you had a son called Ayum. He took after Chris a lot. There were bearly signs of you in him but that wasn't necessarily a bad thing.

Chris had Ayum on weekends while you had him during the week. Which made it impossible to avoid eachother.

WEDNESDAY EVENING

It was a late Wednesday night. Chris invited some friends to his house for a drink and a smoke. When they were all completely wasted they started watching some porno type movie. The usual.

"Oi Chris! Howsss..Y/n's new boyfriend?" Said Felix one of Chris's friends making everyone else laugh at how wasted he was. But Chris wasn't laughing.

"Like I care what she does. They look ridiculous together. Plus I heard he's an ass. And he probably can't handle the whole of her." Chris mumbled under his breath taking a swing of his drink. He told himself all the time that he hated you. But in reality. He was a liar.

"Someone sounds jealous-" Changbin poked the bear with a teasing tone. "I'm not drop the topic." Chris barked loudly making everyone flinch. Damm it. He most definitely still had feelings for her. But how could he not?! He had to see her every weekend. And she was hot..like really hot.

FRIDAY EVENING

The house smelled of men's shampoo and colone. Chris had just gotten out from the shower and was now walking around the house while drying his hair. The sound of his naked feet padding against the oak floor the only sound in the house.

The loud noise of Chris's doorbell stopped the peaceful silence. "Perfect." He grumbled rolling his eyes and throwing a tank top on while approaching the door.

When he opened it he saw you standing there one hand holding a baby bag another hand holding Ayumi. "Look who it is? My little blondie?" Chris laughed leaning against the door.

3RD PERSON POV

Y/N stood infront of the dark wooden door. She'd just drop off Ayumi and move on with her day. This was absolutely nothing..she told herself. You are a grown woman..control yourself.

As the door opened her eyes instantly drifted to the man's abs..she was just a woman though.

"Firstly don't call me that. And yes I'm here to drop off your daughter. Nothing else." Y/N said handing Chris the tiny Elza backpack and then Ayumi. "You know the drill call if you need anything and she has everything in the bag okay?" She added crossing her arms.

"Got it. Also what's with the attitude this morning eh? Your man got your nerves popping?" Chris smirked leaning against the door frame.

"That's absolutely none of your business. Now I'm leaving. I'll pick her up on Monday morning. Goodbye." Y/N scoffed saying her last goodbyes to her tiny angel before walking off. Her hips swaying behind her as Chris's eyes trailed down and up her body. Goddamit she was still hot. Why him? And why did he have a boner now..?

Oh he was still such

An

ASS

I am literally the worst writer ever!! I'm SO SORRY about making the wait so long and the first part not even having any smut!! 😭😭 I'm so sorry for the disappointment and I'll try to write part 2 faster!! Once again I APOLOGISE!!

[zweiginator]

i love drama so i need patrick to accidentally knock up reader in the forbidden love au and see how that plays out ❤️

omg.

because after your father watches the news that night, election night, and realizes that you and patrick have been having an affair--no a fling--no, he doesn't know what the fuck to call it--he's fucking pissed.

it's humiliating enough that he lost the election. that of course, patrick's father won. but to realize that his daughter has been biting her lip, lying to his face about the one thing he forbade her to do--it makes his jaw twitch. he calls you almost twenty times and you are too scared to answer but eventually you have to face the truth.

and patrick's dad is too elated from the win to give a shit about his son. it was never mr. zweig's prerogative to keep him far away from you; if anything, patrick was the bad influence. he was the one with scandals, who needed his father's hush money to keep people quiet.

you stay at the hotel for four extra days. patrick tells you that it's fine, that your father is mad but that he will get over it. he can't possibly want to deny his daughter of a love like this.

but he does. the roots of your father's hatred for the zweigs goes so far back and is so overstated and blown out of proportion from years of politicking and campaigning against him--that having a zweig in his family tree would quite literally kill him.

patrick shows you it will be okay. takes your mind off of the situation by taking you to local dive bars. you take shots until you're dizzy and get kicked out for being too touchy in the bathroom.

you are too drunk and worried those few days to remember to take your birth control and you both never bother with condoms. the sex is too good. you wan all of him. want absolutely nothing in the way of feeling each other.

he fucks you slow that night. coos his albeit slurred words of affirmation to you: it will be okay. it will all be okay. i love you.

it's the first time he says that, and you say it back. you fall asleep full of him.

and three weeks later, you had already confronted your father.

he barely speaks to you, refuses to acknowledge that you're at the house. you eat dinner in your room and sob to patrick on the phone while he celebrates with his own father and helps him to prepare for his new role.

your breath hitches as you look at the time. you need to take your birth control. you can't find it and you're frantic because you're on edge and nothing is going right and you realize when you find it in the bottom of your purse--that the last two weeks of pills remain sealed in their sterile bubbles.

[the-dumpster-fire-of-life]

OK SO WHILE I WAS WATCHING SOME TOKIO HOTEL EDITS I GOT THIS IDEA(if it's too much feel free to ignore and I'm sorry if I confused you, I'm not good at explaining😭😭AND I LOVE YOUR WRITINGS GIRLY❤️😘)

Ok so. Modern! Dad! Tom Kaulitz with teen twins(maybe around 15-16 or sum). Like one daughter and one son. Both of them are super sassy and aren't scared of confrontation like they are really confident, they don't care what anyone thinks of them(like they laugh at haters and stuff) yet they take no disrespect especially not towards their dad or the other twin. Tokio Hotels' younger fanbase also literally simps for them and stuff, like they make edits of them and stuff. The twins also really remind everyone of Tom when he was their age. Like the boy, he has the same style his father did just with a little more modern touch to it. And the girl, her style consists a mix of Tom's style too. For exampld: cargo/parachute pants, tube tops, bralette/crop tops, trapper/biker/cadet caps, beanies, platform heels/boots(Demonias), oversized shirts/hoodies, hoop earrings, chains, bead bracelets, long acrylic nails, etc. . Like whenever anyone sees the twins, you know their outfits are never boring/dry. Like the girl is an absolute maneater and the boy is a womanizer(but they have admirers of all genders). Like both twins especially the girl really love Heidi because let's just say their bio mom went to get milk right after they were born. And like how would the relationship with their uncles(Bill, Georg and Gustav) be?

I know this is a hell lot so I won't be surprised if you just ignore it LMAO💀💀

(I love this idea sm hold up I'm finna add it to my Dr but Bill lmao. And so worries, I did a lot to match this so I hope you enjoy!)

Kaulitz Twins Gen #2

The media went crazy when you guys were born

Or being brought into the world

If you do the math, Tom was only seventeen and even he was freaking out

Especially with your mother and media and his career

But, with help from the band, he actually managed to become a good dad

Tried to help your mother stay but she just walked out

He never really looked for her, thinking if she could leave two beautiful kids like you guys she didn't deserve to even be looked for

Or if she ever wanted anything from Tom after she left he told her to fuck off

He didn't think he would be a good dad

Until he finally held you guys in the hospital room

Then he finally realized maybe, he would be a good dad

And he promised to never fuck it up

And he didn't!

Bill was happy to meet you guys, Georg was happy for Tom and sorta excited for two kids runnings around the stage while Gustav was a bit nervous but happy nonetheless

Bill always took you guys out and dressed you up when you guys were kids

No matter your gender

Georg let you guys rain hell, eat candy, stay up, even bought you guys a puppy to spite Tom

Gustav was a more relaxed uncle who let you guys do what you want but be careful while doing it

As you guys grew older you grew up in the media eye

Especially because of who your family was and you needed to be brought on tour with them

Tom tried to control it but paparazzi would literally run after you guys when the band would try and shield you guys from them

Tom felt helpless in those situations and did his best to keep you guys safe

You were confused when you saw your dad upset and yelling at the random people with cameras and when you guys would go home he would apologize

You didn't know why he did but you knew they just made your dad upset

And that made you and your twin upset, very much

Whenever paparazzi would come around you guys would yell at them

Shit like "No pictures!" Or "go away!" "Leave us alone!" "Stop following us, weirdos!"

Your dad's and uncles taught you guys to speak your minds but couldn't help but be surprised when you guys yelled at paparazzi

When you were little you and your twin even threw shit at them for following you guys

You were like six mind you

Better paparazzi, not such prying and rude ones, actually found it funny and when you guys were photographed like that it went sorta media crazy

You guys were known as the second generation of Kaulitz Twins sort

You guys were very sassy, spoke your mind and didn't care what people thought of you guys even from a young age

If expressed any interest in media, like modeling, singing and your twin did too Tom would let you guys

He would watch over of course but you guys did modeling, photoshoots, even went into interviews when you guys were young

For being teenagers you guys had quite the fanbase

You guys aren't scared of confrontation at all

Like one time someone was giving your Uncle Bill a hard time at a signing and wouldn't leave him alone

You and your twin went over, pushed them away and started yelling at them to back up or you would have to put them on their ass

Safe to say they left

Bill was surprised but your dad was very much proud

He didn't raise you guys to take bullshit

Tom admires that you guys could be so confident even at a young age

You guys genuinely do not care about being talked about or what people think about you guys

You guys have so much fun making fun of haters and laughing at them

Especially ones that try and "confront" you guys in public

You even told one "Get the fuck out my face." Laughing so hard your twin had to hold you up as Tom lead you guys away

Tom likes that you guys don't any bullshit from anyone

Especially when you guys defend him and your twin

You guys don't stand for hate and God help anyone who tries you guys

You have fought a few people when it got out of hand

They were talking shit so I say it was justified

You and your twin poke fun at how the younger fans already are simping for you guys

You are sorta like your dad when he was young in that tense

Like you guys play with hearts, flirt, tease and shit like that

You guys see edits and posts about you guys and how people find you guys attractive

You guys are constantly commenting on the edits and shit like that or are so smug about it

You guys like the attention you guys get so much

You guys like the reactions you get from fans when they see you guys saw their edits or posts and are giving them attention

You guys are too much like your father

So much so you remind everyone who your dad is everyday by simply existing

Your brother has a few collections of your dad's old clothes back then and wears them a lot

Like his shirts, hats, pants and bands that Tom wore he has a lot of them, the ones that weren't donated

Your brothers style is almost exactly like your dad's and everyone sees it

Except it has a more modern touch and a few more stuff your brother incorporated

Your style was the most surprising to everyone but not at the same time

Your style was definitely influenced by Bill when he dressed you up when you were younger

Your style everytime you wear something makes a statement and is always photographed or edited by fans

Doesn't help you look fucking good in everything you wear

Some stuff is sorta revealing and short so obviously Tom being that dad he is says stuff like

"That's too short. You look good, I know, hon, but what if you get cold?"

Get Heidi to talk to him, and plus your his little girl so he lets you rain hell if you wanted too

Bill absolutely loves your style and helps you pick out what to wear

Is holding your hand above your head, spinning you to get a full look of the outfit and applauding y'all's work

None of your family stands for any shaming of your outfits though

Especially when people say you're asking for attention or are dressed too skimpy and shit like that

Your response is always the same, that you want the attention and to fuck off

But when you're not wearing stuff like that you also wear some of your dad's old clothes or stuff that fit his style back then

Especially his shirts and his old pants

Everyone knows when you step outside your outfits are gonna be fucking good

Always making a statement and never leaving in a "basic" outfit

Tips you find from uncle Bill that are always helpful

You guys have a lot of fans, all genders, who simp for you guys and some even throw themselves at you guys

Let's just say you guys take up some offers

But you guys are described as two twins who is a maneater and a womanizer

You guys are exactly like your father in that sense when he was your age

He tries to get you guys not to like players or absolute dick like he was when he was your age

He just wants you guys to be safe and not play around with people's hearts

But bring up old interviews and he'll leave you guys to your own devices

You guys flirt, tease, kiss and sometimes more with fans but he's still your dad so he'll object

He'll take you guys away when he sees that so be careful not to do it flat out in front of your dad

Be sneaky, whisper and sneak off

You both really love Heidi

She's your mom

Not step mom or anything but your mom as she took you guys in and raised you as her own kids when she didn't need too

You and your brother are a mama's boy, mama's girl, daddy's girl and daddy's boy

You both love them equally no matter what

You both really loved by both your parents and your siblings

You helped your dad propose to Heidi and we're so excited when they got married

You two were so happy to see your parents happy and officially have siblings

You guys are little schemers with Heidi's kids

Heidi helps you guys with anything and no matter what it could be

Heartbreak, outfits, crushes, stress, happiness, anything and she is there

Even if your mom tried to come back in your life Tom and Heidi would leave it up to you guys

But when you say no it's a weight off their shoulders

You call Heidi mom and so does your brother

The first time you did Heidi froze for a moment but couldn't help but pecker kisses all over your guys' faces and hug you guys

You're her kids and she wouldn't have it any other way

You guys are very famous around the world and it can be very stressful at times

But with your uncle's, dad, mom and your twin, you wouldn't change it for anything

[nerdiel-has-no-braincells]

BLLK Boys As Dads

How I imagine them as dads ft. Isagi, Nagi, Chigiri, & Rin. Reader is fem/gn due to giving birth. All characters are adults.

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Isagi

When your child was born, Isagi was incredibly nervous holding the baby for the first time, scared he was going to drop him/her

Once he got the hang of holding them, he refused to give them back. That’s his baby

Literally the cutest and biggest smile on his face when he’s holding his baby

Stays at the hospital except to go to practice. If he has to go out of the country for games, he video chats with you to see you and your son/daughter

Has taken a million pictures and shows off your new baby to his teammates. They’re sick of it to be honest, especially Rin.

Once you come home, he lets you rest while you’re healing and takes care of the baby. Poor guy tells you to go back to sleep when the baby wakes up.

“Ichi, you have practice in a couple of hours. You need to sleep. I’ll get her/him so you can rest.” “(Y/N), you’re still healing after giving birth. I got it.” Kisses your forehead and ignores your pleas to come back to bed and sleep.

Poor guy almost passes out during practice

While your child grows, you bring them to games in the country while you’re both wearing Isagi’s jersey

His heart absolutely melts seeing you both in the crowd and plays better than he ever had

Once the game is over, he runs straight to you, giving you a sweaty hug

Your son/daughter immediately hugs Isagi while he’s holding them.

“Daddy you were so cool!!”

If Isagi was ice, he’d have melted completely

During times where he has to tell your child “no” and is told “I hate you daddy!” he absolutely is crushed

This poor man’s soul is leaving his body as he replays those words. Breaks down crying

“Yoichi it’s ok. She/he doesn’t actually hate you. They’re just upset and don’t know how to control their emotions.”

The only way to stop his crying is your child hugging him and apologizing. Tells him they love him

His lockscreen is of you and your child. He looks at it when he’s feeling dejected or frustrated to help cheer him up

Is there for some milestones. He was there when your child said their first word and their first steps. Your child took their first step the day Isagi came home from overseas.

They were standing against the coffee table and as soon as they saw Isagi come into the living room, they began walking to him. Fell halfway through and cried out of frustration

Isagi dropped his bag and scooped up your child while crying because he was able to witness such an important milestone

Once your child grows, they want to learn football to be like their dad and Isagi is more than happy to teach

Goes to as many games as he can when he’s not busy with his own games, but when he’s away for a game, he has you record it so he can watch it

Once again annoys his teammates with videos of their playing. Please help them

Nagi

He may not appear like he’s freaking out while you give birth, but he’s freaking out

Cries once your baby is born he’s so happy

Is also nervous holding your baby. He’s never held a baby much less been around one often

After being told how to hold them, you literally see the sparkles in his eyes as he lovingly looks down at your baby

Cries again

Will lay in bed with you while you’re feeding your baby just so he can be close

He’ll lovingly rub his finger on your baby’s head, commenting how soft they are and how much he loves you both

As soon as you come home, you both take turns getting up to feed and change the baby. Most likely than not, he will get up so you can rest and not over exert yourself since you’re still healing

When he comes home from practice, he immediately goes to your baby

You have plenty of pictures on your phone of Nagi sleeping with your baby napping on his chest, a hand holding them in place ❤️

He’s there for a couple of the milestones like first word and crawling, but he misses the first step, etc.

When you send him a video of the milestones he’s missed while he’s overseas, he’ll end up pouting and become grumpy, which he ends up taking it out during practice Please help Reo

While he’s gaming, your baby will be in his lap at all times

As your child grows, they want to play games with Nagi. Since they’re too little to play the games he has, he gives them a controller that isn’t plugged in or is dead and needs to be recharged

Nagi LOVES family naps. He’s going to nap? You and your child are coming with

Usually you’re still awake, watching the two of them sleep. Your child in between you and Nagi’s arm around your waist

Your child and Nagi look so much alike since they share his hair color and droopy eyes, but with your eye color.

Constantly sends pictures of you and your child to Reo. Reo is sick of him but not really because he’s so happy his bestie is happy

Of course you go to every one of Nagi’s games no matter if it’s overseas or at home

You both wear his jersey and cheer him on

Nagi may look indifferent to others, but if you knew him like his teammates do, you can see the sparkle in his eyes and the red tint on the tip of his ears as he sees you both in the stands

Plays better than he ever has. The coach literally begs you both to be there since you motivate Nagi to play his best

After games, he meets you in the stands and kisses you both on the head

After Nagi showers and meets up with you to go back home/to your hotel room, he carries your child on his shoulders, holding tight with one hand to keep them safe. His free hand is intertwined with yours

Unlike his parents, Nagi and you raise your child with a hands-on approach

Nagi is usually a sucker when it comes to his child, but during the times he has to be stern and his child says they hate him, he becomes dejected

Not even games can save him, the poor guy. Just sits there with YOU LOSE on his phone

Can only recover when your child apologizes and asks to play games with him

Once your child is old enough, they ask Nagi and Uncle Reo to teach them football

Reo teaches them the basics only to find that being a genius runs in the family. He’s really sick of this family

Reo always comes over after practice to help practice with your child because Nagi is too lazy tired after practice, but once he watches them play, he wants to join

Just like Isagi, he goes to every game he can, and when he’s away, he has you record the games for him to watch

Your child’s genius in football just grows

This child develops his father’s height and grows too fast as times goes by. You’re also sick of this family

Chigiri

Would honestly be calm during childbirth, helping to remind you breathe

Since he has an older sister, he knows that this is a time when you’re vulnerable so he compliments you and tells you how good you’re doing while peppering you with kisses

Once your child is born, he’s so excited to hold them. Literally hovers while the nurses are cleaning, measuring, weighing, etc. with his child

When the time came to hold your baby, his eyes shined with absolute adoration. Would have the biggest smile on his face as he looks at you

“Look (Y/N)! He/she has my hair! I hope he/she has your eyes.” Your chest swells with so much love that you start crying. Damn hormones going out of control

Chigiri is a very hands-on father, helping you when it came to feeding, diaper changing, naps, etc.

Absolutely adores his child

Constantly thanks you for bringing your child to this world. Tells you he loves you both all the time

During the time of the night when it’s Chigiri’s turn to wake up with your baby (You alternate between wake up times but sometimes Chigiri lets you sleep), he’ll lay down on the bed with your child on his chest after feeding and changing them and will fall asleep once his child sleeps

Let me tell you it’s a sight to wake up to, you can’t handle the cuteness. You take so many pictures

Once your baby’s eye color change, Chigiri is so happy that they share your eye color (a/n mine are blue-grey and the image is just too cute)

Literally made a onesie that has his team’s colors and his jersey number for your child to wear

Like with Isagi, you go to every one of Chigiri’s at home games. Seeing you both in the stands wearing his jersey fills him with so much love he runs faster than ever before, scoring the most goals

Once he wins the game, he dashes over to you, giving you a kiss and holding his child up while saying “Did you see (c/n)? Daddy’s team won!”

Your child just squeals with glee and for the first time says “Dada”

Let me tell you Chigiri starts weeping

Runs to his teammates with your child in his arms to tell them that your child said their first word

Unlike Nagi and Isagi, Chigiri doesn’t constantly show pictures of his child, but his lockscreen picture is of the three of you, Chigiri kissing the side of your head while he hugs you from behind, you smiling with blush powdering your cheeks, and your child with the biggest smile on their face His heart leaps with joy every time he sees it and he stares at his lockscreen ALL THE TIME

His teammates are earnestly interested in your baby’s progress as they grow

He’s there for ALL of the milestones after your child said their first word to him. He refuses to miss any of them

As your child grows, they resemble Chigiri more and more which means they got his beauty

Chigiri makes sure he does your child’s hair care (Not that he doesn’t trust you to, but because he loves doing it)

He also loves putting their hair up in different styles

Just like Chigiri, your child wants to grow their hair out and play football to be more like their dad

Literally his #1 fan, you’ve been bumped to 2nd

Chigiri is there for every game 👏🏻👏🏻 Literally argues with his coach to make sure he goes to the games since he doesn’t want to miss it. Sometimes the coach calls you crying and you have to force Chigiri to leave immediately after the game is over

“Hyoma, you HAVE to go. You can’t keep arriving late just to watch (c/n)‘s games. I can send you videos!” “It’s not the same (y/n)! I get my plays when you come to mine so I have to come.”

Honestly he makes a lot of sense

Will still pull the same crap all the time during football season His coach is crying

Rin

Internally freaking out during the whole process of labor and delivery. Help this poor man

But once he holds his son/daughter for the first time, everything just washes away as his heart is so full of love for you and your child

Constantly thanks you for bringing your child into this world

Just like Isagi, Rin will want you to rest and heal while he deals with everything from waking up multiple times a night to bathing your child so you can heal

He thought being a husband to the woman he loves was the best thing in his life but he found being a father surpassed that

He loves his son/daughter so much!!

Takes photos of him and your child and post them on social media to show off his baby Ignored and blocked all of the comments complimenting Rin on his looks and asking to be their baby daddy he don’t need that

Due to lack of sleep, he just becomes even more grumpy to his teammates (Sorry folks)

Literally resembles the devil

But as soon as he’s home, he hugs you while resting his head on your shoulder, just breathing you in and recharging his battery

With it at 50%, he went to his child to get the rest of his battery recharged

Like with the rest, he naps with your baby on his chest

It’s your lockscreen

His is you napping with your child in your arms in bed Twinsies

Has an identical lockscreen of you sleeping with your child sleeping in your arms right next to you on the bed

Secretly looks at it constantly and gets a huge smile on his face no matter where he is

He loves his little family so much

And just like with the others, you go to all of his games unless he’s overseas, both wearing his jersey

Rin’s heart swells up so much seeing you both in the front row (Like he didn’t give you those tickets to begin with) and he ends up crushing the opposite team

Is a literal demon on the field

Due to being overseas, he does miss some milestones but you send videos to him

He’ll video call you with a pout on his face which you end up laughing at. You assure him that you didn’t want him to miss any of the milestones so you send them to him so he can witness it

Argues that a video call would be better, but due to the time difference, he may either be at practice or in a game so he ends up accepting a video

As your child grows, you notice they have your hair color and Rin’s eyes, including the under eyelashes

Rin had grown a lot during his time in Blue Lock thanks to his rivalry with Isagi, so he’s careful to raise your child to not be like who he used to be

Let me tell you, your child is Rin’s #1 fan. But they’re also Uncle Saw’s which pisses Rin off to no end

They ask for Rin to teach them how to play football. Rin was super hesitant because what if they become like how he used to be?

Thankfully you’re there to calm him down and assure him that so long as he takes the time to teach the things he learned, it won’t happen

When your child starts to go to school, they literally brag that their father is Rin Itoshi

Of course they play football and Rin goes to every single game. He gets swarmed by fans every time, but he flat out tells them to leave him the fuck alone because he’s there to watch his son/daughter play

He’s your child’s #1 fan

Of course Sae also goes to games, which pisses Rin off. Sae loves your child and adores them to no end. He’s not going to let some bitter rivalry between brothers ruin his relationship with your child. And as much as it pisses him off, Rin won’t do anything to tarnish that relationship because honestly, he’s extremely happy that Sae is there for your child.

When your child sees both their parents and uncle at their games, they become so happy and end up playing their best

Rin cheers the loudest out of the crowd he’s so proud of his baby boy/girl

It fills your heart knowing that Rin loves his child and is so proud of them, making sure he praises their accomplishments and is there during the bad times with words of wisdom and praise

Begrudgingly invites Sae to every family function so your child can spend time with their favorite uncle

Once your child is old enough, he takes them with him to practice so he can show how professionals play

Instantly crushes on Isagi. The poor guy will end up facing Rin’s wrath please save him

Your child is also a genius when it comes to football, and will see some of the moves Rin and his teammates use and will end up copying them in their own game

Rin sees this and is worried as hell that they’ll end up developing the wrong kind of ego, much like what Rin started out with

Thank the stars they don’t thanks to Rin’s teachings

Of course the paparazzi are there and capture these moments

And let me tell you, as soon as Rin finds out they’ve been taking pictures of your child and publishing them, all hell will break loose. Forces Reo to end it all

After that, paparazzi was banned from the schools

Rin would go through the depths of hell for your child and he’s not afraid to show it

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If anyone likes this one and wants me too, I’ll make one for the other characters. I’m not confident in my writing just yet but my mind is constantly filled with hcs.

Blue Lock is owned by Muneyuki Kaneshiro and Yusuke Nomura