#mine all run in circles or walk away or fall asleep

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i feel mentally ill i’ll just not work on things that aren’t set in stone. self care first

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my best friends brother (is the one for me) - part three

i’m so excited for this series you guys aren’t ready

word count: 903 words

read part two here!

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i woke up with the sun shining into my face. i turned around to try to get some more sleep, only to roll into matt. i had forgotten that i had slept in his room with him. i moved away from him and watched his chest rise and fall, small snores coming from his mouth with every exhale. i stretched my arm out, grazing over his chest, letting myself wonder what it would be like if it were like this all the time. 

i watched as he slowly opened his eyes, moving his hands up to rub the sleep away from them. he turned over to face me with a goofy smile on his face.

“good morning.” he groaned as he stretched. i couldn’t helped looking at the skin peeking out from the hem of his shirt. 

my attention being drawn away from a knock on the door.

“did y/n leave last- nevermind.” nick said while opening the door.

“sorry, we ended up watching another movie and by the time it was over you were already asleep. i didn’t want to wake you up.” i said, almost defensively, while starting to get out of bed. 

“where’s my phone?” matt asked me, scrambling around him for it.

“oh, i put it over here with mine last night,” i grabbed the two phones handing him his, not before looking down at the screen lighting up. i recognized the wallpaper, it was a picture of us and his brothers from the last time we were in boston. one of few pictures we had taken that trip, he had his arms hugging my waist with his brothers next to us in a security camera. i smiled as i gave him his phone, getting up to go see what chris and nick were making for breakfast. 

the only way i can describe the smell in my nose is burnt. the closer i got to the kitchen the worse it smelt. i walked into the kitchen to see chris running around, like he was trying to hide the evidence of anything going wrong. 

despite the horrible smell, the food was surprisingly good. laid out on the table were eggs, slices of toast, bacon, sausage links, and waffles. it looked shockingly good, considering who cooked it. i grabbed a plate and started piling food onto it when i heard matt come out of his room. he walked right past me, grabbing a plate and walking to the table. i sat at an empty chair, thinking matt was going to sit next to me but he sat the furthest away from me. 

i half ignored the conversation, eating my food and wondering what was up with matt. he was keeping to himself more than usual and not acting himself. 

“you still with us y/n?” chris asked, finishing the food he just ate.

“oh yeah, sorry i’m in my own world,” i pushed the eggs around on my plate.

i can feel matt’s eyes on me as chris asks if i’m sure. i stood up and walked over to the garbage, scraping my food into the trash. i heard someone get up from the table and felt them behind me. 

“why’d you lie to him?” it was matt.

“i don’t know why you care.” i shrugged, trying to act like it doesn’t matter.

“of course i care, y/n,” he said in disbelief, “why wouldn’t i?”

i felt my heart drop but i just shook my head, walking away. 

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walking to my car, i felt a slight sprinkling of rain hit my face. disregarding it, i got in my car and starting driving home. 

halfway to my house i saw matt’s contact popping up on the screen in my car.

’matt!! is calling’  

i didn’t answer, half focused on the pounding rain on the road and half because i did not want to talk to him at the moment. after the ringing stopped, i turned up the music and kept driving, not being able to stop thinking about him.

‘matt!! sent you a message’

i ignored it.

‘matt!! sent you a message’

i grabbed my phone and shut it off.

turning down my road, the rain started to let up a little bit. i passed my driveway, not wanting to go home just yet. i circled my neighborhood for a few minutes before going home, dreading turning my phone back on. 

once i walked in, i immediately got in the shower, not bothering to turn my phone on. i needed five minutes to myself without him texting or calling me. i couldn’t stop the events of last night replaying in my mind. 

getting out of the shower, i started trying to decide what movie i should watch. changing into shorts and a big shirt, i got into my bed. i decided on watching shutter island, considering i was just ranting about it the night before. 

i decided to turn my phone back on, finding eleven messages and three missed calls from matt. 

‘are you okay?’

‘hello?’

‘y/n answer me please’

‘look it was raining pretty hard i just want to know if you’re okay’

“y/n’

‘i’m seriously getting worried.’

‘please just text me’

‘or just like a message.’

‘please.

‘i’m sorry’

‘i'm coming over’

the last message was sent at 11:26 a.m. i looked at the time and it was 11:47 a.m.

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Make You Mine II

Paring: Neteyam x Fem!Omatikaya!Reader

Warnings: MDNI 18+, smut, explicit language, tit sucking, orals (f receiving), p in v, marking, dirty talk, rough sex, belly bulge, hair pulling, making out, love at first sight, more embarrassing awkward moments at the end. 

Word Count: 4.8k

Disclaimer: All my characters are aged-up! If that makes you uncomfortable feel free to scroll and do not interact with my posts. 

Index: karyu - teacher, hupx- miss, kelku - house/home

This is part 2 of this fic! If you like my work feel free to check out my other work here!

You feel so giddy, you walk to work the next morning with a smile. Sleep did not come easily last night your mind was racing, but when you did fall asleep his face, his lips plagued your dreams. Your brother thought you were crazy this morning when he saw you skipping around the kelku. 

“Good morning class, how’s about we do some reading this morning then we can go play outside for a bit” you were so excited for your day to be over that you kept looking up at the sky for the general time. The children ran in circles and played, skipping around and screaming but you couldn’t find any of it annoying. You know yourself; you know if Neteyam asks you to be his mate you would say yes. You met him yesterday, but you would still say yes. 

You could hardly keep your excitement in but your daydreaming stopped when you heard the wailing of one of your kids, Tuktirey. “Hey hey, what happened here?” you rushed to her side and saw her clutching her knee. “She tripped on the rock and fell down; it was an accident” one of her classmates that saw what happened spoke up. Tuk was sniffling next to you and you had to pry her hand away so you could see her cut. It was just a little graze but you knew how much it must have hurt her, your pain tolerance is properly equivalent to hers.  

“Alright it’s alright, I’ll take care of her” After you said that the other kids started running around and playing again besides a couple of Tuk’s friends who stayed by her side trying to cheer her up. “I’m fine go play, hupx y/n is here with me” you smile at her as her friends ran away.  

“Come on let’s sit in the shade.” you picked her up and walked over to some rocks that sat under a tree with Tuk on your lap. You cleaned up her cut but not without the occasionally protesting in pain. But eventually she calmed down and rested her head on your shoulder. You didn’t realize at first because you were paying attention to the other children in the class that Tuk had fallen asleep on your shoulder.  

When it was time for you to take the kids inside you made them line up and walk orderly back into the small area where class was held. Tuktirey was still asleep, so instead of waking her you held her in your arms as you walked back to class with the other children. You didn’t bother waking her as the day was almost over and the crying must have made her very tired.  

Taking care of her made you completely forget you scheduled a date for the evening with Neteyam and when all the kids sprinted out towards their parents’ he walked in. Your back was turned facing away from him and Tuk’s limbs were wrapped around your body and her head rested on your shoulder as you tried to neaten up the classroom before leaving. He admired you both for a minute, he thought you looked so beautiful, so domestic with a kid in your arms, he could feel his stomach bubbling from how much he wanted that to be his kid.  

“Hey” he said softly but still startled you, you jump and whipped your body around to look at him. “Oh, you scared me, you were so silent, hi” you smile at him. “I am a hunter; it would defeat the purpose if I was noisy” he chuckled making you giggle too.  

“What happened here?” he gestured to Tuk in your arms. “We were all playing outside and she tripped and cried when it was almost time for us to come in, she just grazed her knee but she was sitting with me after and just fell asleep and speaking from someone who cries and then falls asleep I didn’t want to wake her.”  

He chuckled, “She’s not heavy, Lo’ak complains all the time when he has to pick her up” he moves to take her out of your arms and you let him, he gets so close you get a whiff of his scent and you almost cum. He smells so good; how does he smell so good after a long day of work?  

“No, I’ll feel that pain later, maybe tomorrow too in my arms.” you giggle as tuk shifts and wakes up. She was not being held on Neteyam’s hip and she raises her head to see you. She did what you thought was the cutest thing ever, she stretched her hand out and when you took it she laid down on her brother's shoulder and went to sleep. Neteyam saw the way your eyes teared up at her cute gesture and puffed his cheeks so he wouldn’t laugh.  

“So, what did you have in mind for us to do today?” you turned and asked him. You both started walking out of the classroom. “I have to take Tuk home, then I thought we could take a walk through the forest and have dinner together at my family kelku.” you smiled and agreed, “that sounds wonderful what will your mom be making?”  

Neteyam cleared his throat before answering in a sort of shy tone, “My family is going to the communal dinner, I thought it could just be me and you, I was gonna cook, but if you prefer they stay-” 

“No! I mean, no, that sounds lovely” you smile at him as we made it in front of his family kelku. You both walked inside and greeted everyone pleasantly. You felt a bit awkward seeing his father and brother after the last time but you decided to just ignore it. You made small talk with everyone while neteyam handed Tuk over to her mom to put her to bed and he took your hand and walked out of the kelku.  

“So, where are you taking me?” Neteyam never let go of your hand and you didn’t pull away either, it was so much bigger than yours, his hand was rough like a man’s but it was somehow soft at the same time. “Well, I was planning on taking you to a make-out spot I found so we can finish what we started last night” that statement kind of set you off, how much other girls does he take there.  

You pull your hand away from him and stop walking, you cross your arms over your chest unintentionally pushing your breast together. “I’m not going to your make out spot, how much people do you even take there?”  

Neteyam was confused as to why you pulled away at first but when he heard you speak, he chuckled a bit which confused you, but before you could say anything he said, “Oh no, Lo’ak told me about the spot, yea he’s a whore, but I've never taken anyone there before. I was hoping you’d be my first.” 

His response made you feel bad about jumping to conclusions and you run your hand over your face to hide your smile, “that’s not nice.” Neteyam mirrored your smile and chuckled, “It’s true.”  

After a couple minutes of walking, Neteyam pulled back some vines that hid a beautiful clearing, a small pond sat on the side with a few lily pads floating in them. Neteyam lets you walk in admiring the clearing and he looks around outside to make sure no one is around when he follows you in. 

“This is beautiful Neteyam” she said in awe. He didn’t take much time to admire the area the way you did, he instead admired you, “You look beautiful kalin txe’lan” (sweet heart). You turn towards him and he walked up to you wrapping his arms around your waist, “don’t waste time, do you?” you whisper as his face got closer to yours. “I don’t wanna waste a second with you” he mumbled before he pulled you in for a kiss.  

Just like before his lips were soft, warm, he tasted sweet like fruits he must have eaten earlier. Your hands came up to the back of his neck and he deepen the kiss, like yesterday his body bent over yours as if he wanted you closer but he already had you pressed up against him. His hands slid down your hips to your ass and gave it a squeeze making you moan into the kiss before he lifted you off your feet without breaking the kiss.  

You let out a yelp of surprise and held on to his shoulders as he stood like you weighed nothing in his strong arms. He walked slowly until your back was pressed up against the rough bark of a tree and he continued his assault in your mouth. You pulled away for air pulling your head back and resting it against the tree behind you. Neteyam didn’t waste a second kissing down the column of your neck.  

He kissed your neck from your collarbone up to the bottom of your ear. His teeth grazed that perfect stop on the junction between your shoulder and neck making you moan, “oh Eywa” your eyes rolled and your legs wrapped around his back and locked at your ankles. He chuckled a bit feeling the way you squeeze his waist with your thighs. His lips came back up to your mouth and you intertwined your tongues in your mouth.  

You were starting to feel hot, his hands roamed your body, your hands scratched at his shoulder and he was kissing so intensely, so good, you didn’t want him to stop. If he laid you on the grass and fucked you know you would let him, you were so close to begging for it. Neteyam heard static coming from his ear piece, someone was trying to talk to him, after a few second, he recognized Lo’ak’s voice in his ear. As irritated his brother’s voice sounded in his ear instead of yours, he didn’t pull away from your hot tongue. 

“Bro, mom and dad just left to go to dinner, place in yours.” Neteyam’s ear perked up, he was going to take you home. One of his hands held you up easily while the other came to his throat to press the talk button, “yea, thanks bro-” he said between the kiss hearing a muffled ‘ew’ come from the ear piece from his brother.  

“What?” you pull away and ask, “that was my brother” he pointed to the ear piece, “Let me take you home, have some dinner” you looked at him from your position pressed up against you, his strong arms bulging under your weight but he lifted you so easily, his lips swollen from kissing you. You didn’t want him to stop. Neteyam dropped you to the floor and you stumbled a bit but his arms were still around you and you were still against the tree.  

He was going to step back and allow you to walk with him but you pulled his head down for another smearing kiss, “I am dinner” you mumbled the words into his mouth making him groan and push up against you, “nah baby, your dessert” you smiled into the kiss before pulling away and wrapping his arms around you.  

The walk back to his hut was silent aside from the occasional kisses he left on your neck and shoulders, sometimes your head. He pulled the flap to his family kelku open and you walked in, it was silent now so you got a chance to admire the space. The sully’s put a lot of effort into making their place a home, you say touches of each person when you looked around along with the family photos that hung on the walls.  

Neteyam told you to get comfortable sitting in the common area of the home and you watched him light up the fire and cook up some stored meat, before cutting up some vegetables and fruits for you to eat, it was a generous amount you didn’t want to waste it. “I’m not gonna eat that much neteyam” you looked at the serves he dished out, “Don’t worry about it, whatever you don’t eat I will” you were still worried some of it might go to waste but decided to drop it. “So, where did you learn to cook?” you asked him as you leaned back against the wall watching in focus on the food over the fire. “My mother taught us, everyone besides my father and Tuk knows how to cook. Mother tried teaching him but he’s pretty much a lost cause, he can’t cook to save his life” you laughed at his comment and engaged in small talk until he handed you a leaf with steamy food on it. You admired how well cooked and good the food looks, “It almost looks to pretty to eat”  

He chuckled and sat with his own serving which was the rest of the food, “You’re gonna eat all that?” you looked at the food you could never finish in his leaf. “I’m a big man sweetheart, I eat way more than you think” he laughed making you laugh with him. You both talked until you were done eating and cleaned up the space, “That was delicious Neteyam. Everything tonight was wonderful.” you smiled at him and he took both your hands in his pulling you close.  

His thumbs rubbed back and forth on the top of your hands and he smiled down at you, “I had a really nice time tonight with you, I know we didn’t do much but-” you raised on of your hands to his mouth shushing him with your finger. He instinctively kissed it but you didn’t move it. “I had an amazing time, it doesn’t matter what we did, you provided, you made sure I was safe and had fun- lots of fun” you giggled making him join in. 

Neteyam pulled you closer wrapping his free arm around your waist and he held your hand with the other, he kissed you softly on the cheek, then again on the corner of your lips then fully. You moan sweetly into the soft kiss. You pulled away but he chased after you with him lips slotting them back together. The kiss got heated and he walked you back until you were in his private room. You were so in your head thinking about how good it felt to kiss him that you didn’t realize he moved you until his scent hit you in the nose.  

You pulled away darting your eyes around his room and his lips went back down to your neck, you didn’t take in much detail when he bit you in that same amazing spot again and you fell weak in his arms. He moved you to his bed and sat you down on the soft sheets breaking the kiss. You looked around at the bed then up at him and he held your face with both his big palms. “Why don’t you stay here tonight, wouldn’t want you to go home so late”  

“Neteyam the sun is just setting, we just had dinner, what about my brother.” 

“Lo’ak invited him to a party they are gonna crash here when they come back you don’t have anything to do tonight, just stay with me” you bit your lip looking up at him contemplating whether you should stay. Your mind was quickly made up when his thumb pulled your lip from between your teeth and looked down at you so lustfully. You nod your head meekly and pushed yourself further into his bed and he crawled right over you.  

Neteyam slotted his hand under your back to the knot holding your top together and brought his head down to kiss you, he didn’t untie your top it’s like his fingers were teasing you, you’ve had enough of that, you want him to lay his cock on you. “Take it off” you whisper into his lips; he didn’t need more when he pulled the string on your top loosening in. Neteyam broke the kiss to watch himself pull your top of your chest and admired the way they bounced when he released them. His staring made you a bit self-conscience until he bit his lip and blushed at the sight.  

His hand came up to squeeze the flesh of your tits watching it spill through his fingers. “You’re so fucking sexy, couldn’t help but think about this when I first met you. You were just so gorgeous” your face flushed at his words and his finger gave you a nice squeeze before threading lightly to your nipples. Neteyam circles light touched on the buds watching the way they harden with a smirk.  

His head dips and licked a stride up your right boob to your nipple and sucked on it. Neteyam tugged on the nub feeling the way you squirmed under his touch, you were so sensitive. He switched to your other nipple mimicking his actions until your nipples were swollen and wet. Your thighs were wet with your essence you wanted him down there now. His lips moved back up to your neck kissing and sucking on your skin making purple marks. Your hands moved down his body to his loincloth and shoved your hand in grabbing his cock. 

Neteyam stuttered at the feeling of your small warm hand engulfing him, you give it small strokes in the restricted area and feeling the way Neteyam’s breath picks up. He kisses down your body until he’s in line with your covered core, he admires the wet spot before licking a stride up on the stop making you jolt. Neteyam unties your loincloth tossing it to the side off the bed and spreading your legs wide for him to see. He sends you a wicked grin that making you face flush and turn deep purple, “so wet baby, all for me?”  

You bit your lip when his voice makes you clench around nothing and you nod your head. Neteyam smirks and kisses your clit lightly loving the way you slightly jump at his every touch. His tongue darts out tasting the slick between your folds and he groans at the sweetness. Neteyam buries his head down between your slick thighs making you moan, his tongue darts through your folds and into your clenching hole, his noises make you shiver when he sends vibrations up your cunt.  

No one has ever gone down on you and it felt so good, at a point you thought it just wasn’t something you enjoyed, but Neteyam is clearly proving you wrong. His tongue glides up to your clit circling and flicking your sensitive bud making you whimper. “Eywa, you taste so fucking good” he groans and looks up at you. You both make eyes contact and you can’t find it in yourself to break it, or to hold in your whimpers. You are so close you feel yourself getting closer and closer every flick of his tongue and you thread your hands through his hair and pull him up away from your cunt.  

You breath heavily as you say, “I’m gonna cum” 

He smiles at you words, “Let me make you cum” he replies almost immediately as he tries to go back down on you but your hands move to his shoulders, “no Neteyam, wanna cum on your cock”  

Your eyes are glassy and your face sports a deep blush, your swollen lips and caught between your teeth once more and your chest rises and falls rapidly. Neteyam adores how you look in his bed, all fucked out and pretty, and you haven’t even seen his cock yet. He sits up on his knees in between your thighs and unties the knot for his loincloth, he pulls it off tossing it to join yours and bends over your body, your eyes take in his toned figure and his hard cock.  

Neteyam is huge, you’ve never been with someone that big but you want it so bad. His lips met your ear as he strokes his cock, you can see from under his body the way his tip leaks pre-cum and it drops on your cunt. His tip prudes at your entrance and you spread your legs wider to accommodate him. When his cock head enters you squeeze your eyes shut from the stretch and Neteyam moves slowly back and forth until his entire length is buried in you. You both moan when his tip hits your cervix and your belly bulges.  

“F-fuck Neteyam it’s so big” you whimper, you rock your head back so your cheeks are touching and your hands move up his chest to his muscular biceps, you only feel hard muscle on his body as he tenses up from your tight cunt sucking him in.  

Both you and Neteyam look down when he pulls out until it’s just the tip and thrust back into you, “Yea? Gonna take this big cock baby?” his words feel like it goes through one ear and out the other when he starts to speed up his thrust but it doesn’t matter when your already chanting ‘yes yes yes’ in his ear.  your fingers scratch at the skin you can reach and you mewl in his ear.  

You feel yourself getting so close to cuming you want it so much more since the last time you edged yourself. Neteyam sets a pace that makes your head spin, his cock is angled to hit your g-spot every time he thrust. Your jaw is slack and you bite his shoulder to help muffle your moans but your thoughts are spinning around his cock you can’t even think about how much strength you need to bite. Neteyam kisses along your neck whispering sweet praises in your ear about how good you feel, and how you’re such a good girl for taking him so good. 

“Fuck Neteyam! I’m gonna cum!” you shout he speeds up his thrust. You can barely see when your vision turns white and you gush on his cock. Neteyam slows down his thrust and pulls out of your gaping hole. His cock drips your essence off the tip and he smiles down at you, “Fuck, you okay baby?” you nod your head up at him with your eyes shut but you realize he never came and your eyes shoot back open.  

Neteyam looks down at your spent body observing your every little feature committing it to his permanent memory, “You didn’t cum nete...” you say softly making him smile down at you, “It’s okay tonight was about you”  

You look down at his raging cock and suddenly have all the energy to take more, “No I want your cum” you mumble at your sit up and turn around. Neteyam didn’t quite hear you so he didn’t stop you from getting up, “What? Baby what are you doing?” 

You get on your hands and knees; your ass sits up in line with his chest and your tail sways in the air, “I said I want your cum” you repeated louder as you look back at him with a sweet blush on your face. You heard him growl behind you and shuffle to line his cock up with your hole. “You’re just perfect hm” he said and stuffed his cock back into you.  

Neteyam thrust slowly as he gathered up your hair into a makeshift ponytail with your kuru handing down his forearm as well and he yanks your head back thrusting into you at a brutal pace. “You’re such a good girl sweetheart, taking my cock so fucking good, look at you” his hand slaps down on your ass hard creating a nice hand print covering your ass, making you scream out his name. You can’t form any words besides his name.  

You feel yourself cuming again, you're so close to another sweet release, but this time you can’t warn him about it because every thrust makes you breathless. Neteyam feels the way you gush once more on him and he gets an ego boost, he’s so happy he is the one fucking you and making you cum on his cock and no one else, “Yea sweetheart, cum on my cock just like that, so fucking good for me yea?”  

“Yesyesyes tey pleasee, w-want your cum!” your words are jumbled but you scream them out, all your body wants is to feel him pump his cum into you. He doesn’t take long after to cum hard inside you, you feel his cock twitch as he pumps himself empty in your cunt. “F-fuckkkk yea take my cum baby” his breathing is heavy and his body drops to the side pulling you down with him, he doesn’t pull out or anything just covers you both with the blanket and wraps his arms around you as sleep finds you. 

“Tukteiry wake your brother” Neytiri says as everyone sits in the common area and Neteyam still isn’t awake. “Okay mama” she jumps up and runs into her brother room. You and Neteyam are still sound asleep, but he is not laying on his back with his hand under your body and you lay with your face in his pillow and hands up by your head on your stomach stuck up every close to him, the blanket has been pushed to both your waist showing your hair cascading down your naked back and his ripped abs.  

When Tuk runs in, she’s confused at first, she has never seen a girl in Neteyam’s room before let alone his bed. When she does realize who it is due to your bracelet that you made in class the day before she knows it was you. Tuk lets out a loud blood curdling scream making you and Neteyam jump up and she runs out of the room. 

You both look around for the alarming noise and you hear Tuk shout, “Daddy! Neteyam kidnapped hupx y/n!” you and Neteyam scramble when it finally hits you, the situation you’re in. The sun has risen and the high in the sky and beaming through the room, you were surprised it didn't wake you. “What?” you hear footsteps coming closer to the room you presume it’s his father so your flip your body around and bring the blanket up to your chest to cover your body. Your hair is a mess and Neteyam scrambles to find both of your clothes but he throws them off the bed last night so you pull him back and cover his body just in time for jake to walk in.  

Lo’ak follows closely behind him and suddenly you are in another awkward situation with them, including Tuk as she darts in the room right after. Lo’ak tries so hard to hold in his laugh you can see him turning purple and Jake stands like he doesn’t know what to say. Your eyes dart to Neteyam and back to the three people standing in front of you. “I thought you were gonna wake me up” you whisper, “I thought so too apparently Tuk beat me to it” he said in the same tone,  

“See daddy he kidnapper my new karyu. You can’t keep her! Hupx Y/n is my karyu!” you ran up to you on the side of the bed and started pulling you. You didn’t think she was strong enough but you almost drop the blanket, but didn’t thanks to Neteyam. 

“I did not kidnap her; she’s is here because she wants to be here” his tone was snappy with Tuk like he’s fighting for a toy. He wraps his arms around you and pulls you out of her grip. Jake still stands quietly at the entrance of the room and Lo’ak is quickly losing his battles about laughing at you both. “Okay Tuk enough come on; they’ll be out in a minute.” Jake grabs Tuk and pulls her outside. 

 “But daddy he kidnapper her-” 

“No, he didn’t kidnap her, they were playing- to late last night and... she had a sleepover here...” Jake says making Lo’ak laugh as he followed them out.  

You turn your head to neteyam and fall back onto the bed groaning in embarrassment, “I’m never gonna show my face in public again” you cringe at the interaction that just took place making Neteyam laugh. You both wash up in his room and step outside and everyone, including your brother turns their head to look at you while you awkwardly greet them. Neteyam gently nudges you to sit down on a stop next to you brother and Neteyam on the other side and your brother spoke up, “So, how was your night?” you slowly turn your head to him and slap him in the face with cushion you were leaning back on.  

It was an eventful morning but you wouldn’t do anything to change the night.  

🪸 I hope you al enjoyed reading the second part! I appreciate all the love I’ve been getting for them!

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Hello, i have noticed the lack of love for my girls, Charlie and Vaggie, could you do a Charlie x Reader x Vaggie? OT3?

Love Triangle? No, Love Circle.

Chaggie x GN!Reader

A/N: Before anyone jumps down my esophagus to yell at me about the character’s sexuality. I know Vaggie’s canonically a lesbian and Charlie is bisexual, I know. Don’t send hate or anything cause I will delete that shit, I don’t have time for it. Alright with that out of the way. LET'S JUMP IN!! I also made headcanons- If you want a fic I will definitely write one, I just kinda dumped my brain on this.

TW: A little nsfw at the end I’m sorry (not really I need more)

-🎀 First off let me say, these girls love you in every way imaginable but they show it in different ways. Charlie shows it by hugs and kisses between work to constantly profess her love to you and Vaggie so all of hell could listen. Vaggie shows her love in more simple acts like getting you food or dragging you away from work if she sees you working too hard. 

-👑 Both women are very very protective of you as well, now that’s not say they won’t go overboard if you get caught in the line of fire from the random villain of the day. Both have different ways of trying to get you out of trouble but will immediately come to your defense if they dare try to lay a hand on you. Charlie tries to get the situation to settle down while Vaggie locates every exit there to get you out as fast as she can if it goes south.

-🎀 Don’t get me started on if you surprise them both with a date, day off or just a simple random kiss. Both of them get extremely flustered when this happens, it’s amazing to see it happen. Don’t worry though both ladies will get you back in some fashion just keep an eye out.

Going off of the kiss idea? You gotta know when to strike to really catch one or both off guard. Charlie is by far the easiest to catch off guard, she’s just so busy and her mind is everywhere all at once it gets too much sometimes so you walking up to her and bringing her into a gentle but sweet kiss gets all the stress out. Of course she’s gonna let out a soft squeak and get all blushy but she almost always melts into the kiss immediately. This is just a headcanon of mine but she definitely stims by tapping her hooves on the ground to show how happy or excited she is. (GIVE ME MORE GOAT LIKE CHARLIE CONTENT PLEASE)

Vaggie is somewhat harder to surprise, she’s trained to immediately notice when someone is trying to sneak up on her or when something is out of place. She can’t help it and sometimes she wishes she didn’t really have to be this extra vigilant, but to really surprise her and get her flustered. Don’t be sneaky at all cause once again she will immediately and unapologetically point it out. So your best bet? Just walk up to her and kiss her cheek or on her lips. She won’t see it coming at all, she’ll get all red in the face and flustered beyond belief that her wings might just pop out.

-👑 Now if you work at the hotel with them Charlie will most likely try to help lighten your workload (please tell her your okay, baby stresses enough as is). Vaggie will help in some way or form whilst making sure Charlie isn’t overworking herself. Oh you need more paper? Don’t worry she’s running to get more. Something or someone is getting on your nerves? She’s pulling you away to do something else or she’s scaring the other person away.

-🎀 If you don’t work at the hotel and you keep coming back stressed as ever? Don’t worry your pretty little head, they will pamper you all night and the next morning? Your boss is suddenly giving you a pay raise AND the next four weeks off. 

-👑 If you are an early bird that tends to wake up at or a little after the crack of dawn? Good luck getting out of bed. Charlie is a cuddler and will not let you out so easily, Vaggie in my mind is a light sleeper so she wakes up to give you a gentle kiss before immediately falling back asleep head on Charlie’s chest. Double the points if you cook them breakfast when they wake up, you won’t escape their barrage of kisses.

-🎀 They both will allow you to steal some of their clothes and will steal your clothes in return. It’s a win-win situation. 

Charlie is canonically tall, like 6 foot something now- if you're taller than her she is wearing any hoodies or sweatpants of yours there is no discussion here. It will happen. But if you are shorter than her which is most likely she will happily let you and Vaggie steal her sweatshirts/hoodie/jackets.

Vaggie on the other hand is short like 5’5 (me too girl wtf-) or 5’7 so if you're taller than her? She’s stealing your clothes too but she’s much sneakier than Charlie. But if you're shorter or the same height as her she’ll allow you to steal her clothes as well but please don’t keep them for a week straight. She has a routine of doing all three of your guys' laundry and she doesn’t want to miss cleaning certain clothes you and Charlie steal.

-👑omg let me tell you- these girls love to pamper the shit out of you but if you return it? They will fall more in love with you. Massaging Vaggie’s back after a rough day or maybe helping her preen her wings. Washing Charlie’s hair or maybe rubbing where her horns are at as she lays between your legs and rants about whatever had her upset that day or if we are going down the path where Charlie has more goat like features (pls someone- I want to talk about this) just helping trimming her hooves. Girl needs to be extra pampered with her lovers after the shit she has to put up with day to day.

A little nsfw that’s popping in my mind- MINORS GO AWAY

-🎀OH BOY- Wearing something that fits your curves just right or something that’s a little showy gets both of them flustered and ready to drag you somewhere else. Charlie (bless her soul) tries to respectfully look away but you can catch how her gaze keeps drifting back to you and Vaggie? She’s looking respectfully and she’s not hiding it either.

-👑 Tease them all day long and they will not allow you to walk in the morning or the next few days. So…use caution when teasing The Princess of Hell and an ex-exorcist. They love you but they won’t go easy on you.

-🎀 Overall 20/10 relationship, may have some rough patches but they love you and will 100% talk everything out.

[wolfpackss]

Breakfast. (3)

Only yours/Only mine series

Paul Lahote x you

A/N:I AM SO SORRY FOR DISAPPEARING! I’ve had a car accident and I’m pretty beat up. I had this planned so this was already waiting. I’ll be okay, just give me a few days to get my shit together haha! the long awaited part three of my Paul Lahote smut series. This part focuses on him tasting you, as he talks about in part one. Please, just please let me marry him.. and take away my phone.

Warnings: smut, 18+, oral (f receiving)

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Inside Paul’s room there hangs a silence, a comforting silence. You both just walked into the room. You smile at him as he closes the door and turns to look at you, his own smile spreading across his face. Your breath catches. Your boyfriend is extremely handsome all the time, but when he smiles it’s a whole different look. Something in your face has him frowning. “What are you thinking?” He asks slowly walking towards you.

“You should smile more often.” He stops in front of you, stroking a finger from your hairline, around your ear, across your jawline and to your chin before moving up to run his thumb over your bottom lip. “Why is that?” He asks, his voice rough and deep. “Because you’re so handsome, it takes my breath away.” His eyes flash from your lips to your eyes, a slow smile spreading across his face.

“You’re the reason I smile, baby.” He leans in and kisses you. Unlike before, it’s a slow, deep kiss, full of love and emotion. Once again, you find yourself wanting more. Before you can react, he pulls back and takes your hand. “I can see it in your eyes baby, but before we go any further, we need to talk” he pulls you towards the bed and onto his lap. “Talk about what?” You frown as you get comfortable. “When we go further I want it to be on your account, you tell me when, where, what, why okay? I’m not gonna do anything you’re uncomfortable with. Do you understand?” He puts his hand on your cheek while the other rubs soothing circles on your waist. You nod at him with a small smile on your face. “Good.” He taps your hip to get you to stand.

He gets up, stand in front of you and pulls the dress over your head, then reaches around to undo your bra. You let it drop to the floor and he growls appreciatively at your breasts that are bare to his gaze. Your nipples harden from the sudden attention. He reaches out to run his thumbs over your nipples, making you gasp and you arch your back to push your breasts into his hands. “There are other things we can do.. other ways to explore each other’s bodies.. and I’ve been dying to taste you baby.” He slides his hand down your stomach, leaving a trail of heat. “Here,” he says sliding a finger between your thighs, feeling how soaked you are. He slides it inside you gently before taking it back out again. He watches you as he takes his finger to his lips and licks all your juices off. “The best fucking thing I ever tasted” he groans.

Paul pulls back as he takes one of his shirts that was laying on the bed and puts it right over your head. Instantly you’re surrounded by his scent and you inhale deeply. You moan softly at his scent, making him chuckle. He tucks you into bed before kissing your temple. “I’m gonna take a quick shower okay, I’ll be back before you know it.” You fall asleep almost immediately, never feeling it when he slides in beside you almost thirty minutes later.

When you wake in the morning, it’s because of an ache between your thighs. You whimper with need, still half asleep and not really knowing what’s happening. When you feel a tongue swipe over your clit, you gasp, your eyes flying open. As soon as you look down, you’re met with brown eyes, the specks of hazel barely visible in the dark room. Paul’s face is between your thighs, his eyes looking up at you with possessiveness and greed. “If you tell me to stop, I will. But I’ve been dying to taste you ever since last night.” He looks down, swiping a finger through your slick wetness before sliding it inside of you. All of a sudden you feel his thumb from his other hand press against your lips. “Open” he swipes it against your bottom lip and your oblige immediately. You open your mouth and he sticks it in, softly padding your tongue. “Now suck, like a lollipop baby” you do as he tells you to and suck his thumb in your mouth. You’re tongue flicking against it. “Yes, fuck baby. Gonna try that the next on my cock huh, pretty girl?” You nod and he takes his thumb out of your mouth to put all his attention to your wetness. “Such a pretty pussy” he murmurs as you moan softly, pushing your hips towards his face. “Mmm, that’s what I was hoping for.” He says before attaching his mouth to your pussy, lapping at you like it’s his last meal in life.

“Paul!” You whimper as you start grinding your wetness into his face, needing more. His nose tickles your clit as his tongue explores the inside of you. He pulls his mouth off of you as he looks up, desire in his eyes and his mouth glistening with your juices. “Say it again!” A deep growl comes from within him. “Paul..” you say as a moan as he slides a first one but then a second finger inside of you. His mouth latches back into your clit, building a frenzy inside you. You chant and moan his name over and over again as his tongue and fingers drive you towards the edge.

His fingers hook inside you as he sucks hard on your clit sending you into an body shaking and moaning mess. Your orgasm hitting you harder than you expected and you clamp your thighs shut. “Fuck!” You scream as he continues to lick and suck on you through the aftershocks. You release your hold on his head with your thighs and he gives you one final kiss on your clit. He crawls on top of you, licking your lips until you give him entrance to your mouth so you can taste yourself on him. When he pulls back, he looks at you with a very pleased look on his face.

“Now that’s what I call breakfast!”

[allthesmutl0vers]

Entirely Forbidden and Completely Fucked. (A Wincest fanfic.) Chapter One

NSFW. 18+. MDNI.

Pairing: Wincest + half-sister.

Summary:

Life was good for y/n Everhart, not perfect, but close to it. She lived the perfect life that Sam and Dean dreamed of their whole lives. Nice house, rich, friends, the white picket fence life. She had friends, not many but the circle she kept was close knit and stuck together. She got bullied for how she dressed and the music she listened to, but she never backed down from a fight, and she never lost one either. 

All of that changes when her mom- her best friend in the world, is brutally murdered. And she is sent away to live with the only living blood-relative she has. 

Her father John Winchester.

A man who came into her life only a couple of times a year, and never stayed. Not only does she know next to nothing about him and what he actually does for work, but she also has no idea that she has two half-brothers, Sam and Dean, who seem a little too close at times. And she’s determined to find out why.

Afterall, all secrets inevitably come to light. And when they do, y/n will have a choice: join in or remain on the outside looking and wanting in. No matter how completely forbidden and entirely fucked it is. 

With two months until her eighteenth birthday, she’s going to have to find some way to pass the time until she is free to leave with her inheritance, and live the rest of her life as far away from them as humanly possible. But will she still want to when the clock runs out? Or will she stay for the love she shouldn’t want?

“You can choose the comfortable, or the meaningful. Choose Wisely.”

Content and Trigger Warnings

Wincest: Sam and Dean are full siblings, and the reader is their half-sister. John is the father of all of them. 

Explicit and on-page sex scenes.

FM, MM, and FMM

Snowballing (Do yourself a favor and Google it, or don’t and be surprised.)

Orgasm Denial and Overstimulation

Extremely Possessive Sam and Dean

On-Page Violence, Gore, and Death

Voyeurism and Exhibitionism

Semi-Public and Public Sex

 Gun Play

Knife Play

Blood Play

Damn, you’re still here?

Read the next line.

Good girl.

Now, start reading.

Chapter One

Y/n

“All packed?” The police officer asks me as I gather my bags by the front door. His smashed-in pug face looks down at me as he leans against the door, and it takes everything in me now to smash it against the doorframe over and over again. 

I take a deep breath and force a smile. “Yup, all done,” I respond. A rumble comes down the long driveway to the home I’ve lived in my entire life. A black four-door Chevy Impala that I see maybe once or twice a year. 

“Looks like your dad is here,” the pug face cop says like it’s not the most obvious thing in the fucking world. He lifts his big body off of the wall with a grunt and leans down to grab my bags. “Let's go,” he instructs as he walks out the door with one of my duffle bags.

I look behind me one last time, soaking in every memory I had here growing up. Outback is the swing set my mom would push me on as a kid. The window by the couch would always squeak when I would sneak out and back in, threatening to wake up my mom when she’d fall asleep downstairs. The stairs where I broke my arm because I thought a cardboard box was a sled on a snowy hill. So many memories are in this house, very few of them with the man who claims to be my dad. None with the two half-brothers I just learned about when John called and told me I was coming to stay with them. 

I close my eyes and take a deep breath, inhaling the sweet smell of lemon and lilies. The smell of home. My home that isn’t mine anymore, not now that mom is dead. I choke back the ball in my throat and force the tears not to fall. I won’t break in front of John, and certainly not in front of… What were their names again? Sean? Derek? Fuck, I don’t remember. Guess I’ll find out soon enough. 

I sigh and walk out the front door, closing it behind me for the last time. I lug my other two bags down the porch while John talks to Pug Face. 

“Let us know if you need anything. You can contact me at the precinct. My number is on the back of the card. Rest assured, we’ll find out who it was, and they will be brought to justice,” Pug Face says, handing John a card.

“Thank you. I’ve heard good things about the work you fellas do here in Graham,” John says as he puts Pug Face’s card in his jacket pocket. John turns to me, and the corner of his mouth lifts into a smile. “Hey, kiddo. Ready to roll?” He asks me.

I nod once. “Looks like it,” I respond flatly, throwing my bags in the back seat. Pug Face clears his throat, and I turn to look at him. His face only serves to make me even more angry. Maybe it’s because he’s the one who told me my mom was murdered, or maybe it’s because he was the cop who worked at my school as a security guard and busted me for skipping class to smoke weed under the bleachers. That was a fun conversation with Mom. 

“Be safe, y/n, you’ll be in my prayers. We shouldn’t need you to testify since you weren’t there when the murder occurred, but you’ll have the opportunity to make a victim impact statement at sentencing.” Pug Face tells me as he pulls out the keys to his squad car. 

“Sounds great,” I respond a little more sarcastically than I meant to. 

Pug Face furrows his eyebrows at me, his jaw clenching. “Behave yourself,” he warns. 

I roll my eyes and John reaches his hand out to Pug Face. “Well, we should hit the road. Thank you again, Officer…?” his speaking falters.

“Nolan,” Pug Face reminds him as he shakes John’s hand. “And sure thing. I’ll contact you when we have more details and a suspect in custody.”

John smiles with tight lips and turns to me. “Let's hit the road.”

I climb into the passenger seat of his Impala, close the door, and put on my seatbelt as John starts the engine. In the side mirror, I watch my childhood home grow smaller and smaller before John turns onto the road, and it disappears completely. I sigh and lean back in my seat.

“Are you hungry?” John asks me a little while later. 

I shake my head. “No, I ate before I left,” I respond, keeping my eyes out of the window. 

“Alright, well, we’re not stopping until we get to Spokane, so I figured I’d ask,” he responds flatly. 

My eyebrows lift slightly in annoyance. “Spokane it is.” 

I watch out the window. Meridian turns into WA-162, then I-90 once we get toward Seattle. I don’t mind John that much. He isn’t the type to have pointless conversations just to fill the silence. Instead, he plays music in the car as he drives, old rock and roll, but I don’t mind the music that much either. I know quite a few of the songs that play and silently tap my fingers on my thigh to the beat. 

“Almost there,” John says when we exit the freeway and enter the city of Spokane. “I’m stopping for dinner, you have a preference?” he asks as he turns onto the main street.  

“Anything is fine with me,” I shrug. 

“Pizza?” he asks. 

“I’m pretty sure pizza falls under the anything category,” I retort with a smirk. 

To my surprise, he laughs. “That it does,” he responds, pulls into a Pizza Hut, and puts the car in park. “Do all-meat and supreme fall into that category, too?” he quips. 

I nod once. “That they do,” I smile for the first time all day. I unbuckle and open the door. “I’m coming in, too. I’ve had to pee since Ritzville.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?” John asks as he gets out of the car, too, and shuts his door. 

“You said you weren’t stopping until we got to Spokane,” I shrug and open the restaurant door.

“Yeah, well, I would’ve at least pulled over so you could pop a squat,” he chuckles.

I roll my eyes and shake my head. “I’ll remember that,” I respond before leaving him to order and making my way to the bathroom. 

I wash my hands and walk out of the bathroom once I’m done. I look around and find John waiting at a table on his phone. I pull out a seat across from him and sit down. “It’ll be about ten more minutes before it’s done,” he says to me without looking up. 

“Great. I’m going to wait outside. I need a smoke,” I respond, standing back up. 

John looks up from his phone and gives me a questioning look. “Smoke what, exactly?” He asks.

I shrug. “Just my vape. I’ll be by the car.” I tell him, pulling my Geek Bar from my pocket. 

Joh nods once. “Stay by the car,” he instructs me. 

I roll my eyes. He was barely in my life growing up, and now he wants to play the father act. Whatever. “Sure thing,” I tell him before walking back outside.  

I lean against the car; the metal is hot under my t-shirt, but thankfully, the hot sun has started to go down. I take a long drag off my vape and blow the vapor into the evening air. Was it really just twenty-four hours ago that my mom was alive? Where is she now? 

I take another drag from my vape and realize I need something a little stronger. I make sure John isn’t looking and grab my dab pen from the back seat. I turn it on and take a big hit. The smoke burns my lungs and singes my throat, but I welcome the feeling. I blow it out and cough a few times into my elbow. I take another hit, and this time, the smoke doesn’t sting my lungs and throat as much. 

I let out a long breath. My body feels a little lighter, and my thoughts aren’t as loud. Just the kind of relief I need right now. I mean, how else is a girl supposed to deal with her mom dying and suddenly being forced into a side of her family she knew next to nothing about? 

I shove my dab pen into the pocket of my denim shorts when I see John come back out with three pizza boxes and some smaller ones stacked on top. “Let's go,” he says, setting the boxes on top of the car before opening the door, grabbing them again, and getting inside. 

I get back into the passenger side and shut the door. I put my seatbelt back on and take the boxes when John hands them to me to hold. “And don’t think I didn’t smell that when I came out. Next time, try not to be so obvious,” he says, starting the car again. 

“Aye, aye, captain,” I mutter as he pulls back onto the main road. 

A few minutes later, he pulls into a hotel parking lot. The building is dated, but at least it doesn’t look like it’s infested with rats and cockroaches. From the outside, at least. 

“We’re only staying for a night. Is there anything you need for tonight from your bags?” He asks as he parks and turns off the engine. 

“Nope, I can sleep in this,” I respond. We get out, and he grabs the pizza boxes from me.

“Well, if you change your mind, you can come grab what you need. Or, I’m sure Sam or Dean can loan you something for the night.”

Sam and Dean, noted. 

John opens the door to the hotel room and holds it open for me as I walk inside. Sitting at a small table by the window is a man- one of my half-siblings, apparently. He has shoulder-length brown hair and brown eyes that match mine and John’s. He smiles at me with the corner of his mouth over his laptop and nods his head once. 

“Where’s Dean?” John asks, setting the pizza boxes on the table.

So this one must be Sam.

“Went to get ice,” Sam answers shortly. “You must be y/n,” he says, turning back to me. He stands up, and holy shit, this mother fucker is tall. “I’m Sam. It’s nice to finally meet you.” Sam says in a friendly voice, offering me his hand to shake. 

“Nice to meet you,” I shake his hand, trying not to sound as awkward as I feel. But at least he didn’t go straight for a hug. 

“Well, dig in. I’m going to take a shower,” John says, grabbing some clothes from a bag and walking into the bathroom. 

Me and Sam each grab a paper plate and open the boxes. I take a slice of all the meat and a piece of garlic bread and sit down across from Sam at the table. 

Sam clears his throat and wipes his hands after swallowing his bite. “So, um, how was the drive?” he asks awkwardly. 

Great, so he’s one for small talk.

I shrug my shoulders and take a drink of my water bottle. “It was fine. John played music the whole way.”

Sam nods and chuckles. “Yeah, Dean does that, too. Sorry, he doesn’t really listen to anything different.”

“It’s fine. Do you listen to anything else?” I ask, trying to keep the conversation going. 

“Yeah, but don’t laugh,” he smiles.

The remark takes me a little aback. “Oh yeah? Try me,” I lift my chin. 

“Celine Dion,” he smirks. I purse my lips, trying not to laugh. I’m not laughing at him. It’s just not what I expected. “I told you not to laugh,” he says as he laughs himself.

I chuckle and shake my head. “I’m not laughing at you, Sam,” I respond, but my laugh makes it a little hard to sound sincere. The dabs I took definitely helped to make me loosen up. “I listen to some different music, too.”

Sam raises his eyebrows, and he leans on the table with his elbows. “Really? Like what?” He asks.

“Don’t laugh,” I warn him with a smirk.

“I would never,” he chuckles teasingly. 

My nose scrunches a little, and I smile. “Taylor Swift,” I admit with a chuckle.

Sam blinks a few times and I watch as he looks me up and down once, probably not believing me from how I dress. I can’t say I blame him. From my makeshift muscle tank from an old and ripped Linkin Park shirt, the studded belt on my denim shorts, my fish-net stockings under my shorts, and my beat-up vans, I probably don’t look like a Taylor Swift fan. 

His eyes land back on mine, and he goes to say something until the door opens behind me. “Hey, Dean,” he greets my other brother. “Dad’s back with y/n,” he says. 

I turn around to look at him, and his green eyes land on mine. Dean looks me up and down once and turns away, putting the ice container on the counter without saying a word. I bite the inside of my cheek.

Well, hello to you, too.

When Dean turns around again, he grabs a plate and takes five slices of pizza before kicking off his shoes and plopping down on one of the beds. “Where’s the remote Sammy?” He asks Sam. 

Sam rolls his eyes. “Wherever you put it would be my guess,” Sam answers him and turns back to me. “Don’t mind him,” he nods his head to Dean. 

“Wasn’t planning on it,” I mutter and stand up, throwing away my plate in the small trash can by the door. 

Dean scoffs as the bathroom door opens, and John walks back into the room. “Oh, good, I see you met Sam and Dean,” he says, putting his old clothes into a bag. 

“Yup,” I respond flatly, my buzz wearing off. 

“Hardly,” Dean scoffs and turns on the TV he apparently found the remote to. 

John sighs and crosses his arms over his chest. “Dean, we talked about this,” John says like it’s the millionth time. 

“You talked, I listened,” Dean responds with an annoyed tone of voice. 

John rubs his nose between his eyes like he has a headache. He lifts his head and turns back to me. “You can take my bed. I’ll take the couch.”

“I don’t want to be a bother. I’ll take the couch,” I tell John.

Dean laughs sarcastically. “Then why’d you come?” He asks, finally looking at me. 

“Dean!” John snaps at him. My ears and face get hot. Fuck Dean, fucking asshole. 

I straighten my back and glare at Dean. “Because he told me to come. Can you say the same?” I fire back. 

Dean’s eyes flare, and his jaw ticks. “Fuck you,” he spits back at me. 

“Dean! Enough!” John yells, slamming his bag down to the floor. “For fuck’s sake, enough!” 

“Fuck this shit,” Dean says as he stands up and marches to the trash can right beside me. “Move,” he demands, reaching for the door behind me. 

I roll my eyes and step to the side, allowing him a small path to get through. Dean shoulder-checks me on his way out, pushing me against the wall before he slams the door behind him. 

Fuck you, too.

Author's Note:

I hope you enjoyed the first chapter. Don't worry, smut is coming! I just wanted to establish the story.

Please help a fellow and new Wincest writer out with a reblog; I would be eternally grateful. 🫶🥹

Chapter Two

[that-tmr-girl]

Safe Word Series {Part 5}

Descriptions of vaginal sex, safe word, fluff

Nobody will ever understand how much she means to me. Absolutely nobody. I’m typically closed off. I hate getting emotional and showing weakness. I never cry in front of others and always make sure to be courageous, no matter the circumstance.

With Y/N though, it's just different. It’s like I can actually be who I am. I can show her more of myself. I can laugh with her until my face hurts and let my tears fall on her shoulder. I can give her soft kisses and whisper how much I love her. I can hug and spin her around the second I get out of the maze. I can do anything with her. I give her every piece of who I am and always make sure she knows she can do the same.

I like doing things for her. I’d do anything to see her smile, anything at all. She's my world, and I can't imagine living without her. I don't even want to try. I’m pretty sure I would actually be sick if I did.

I love her. Basically since I met her, I have been drawn to her. I always knew that she would become my world, and now I can without a doubt say that she's my everything.

The thing is I’m sometimes not that gentle in the bedroom. I didn't mean to be, but I get carried away. To be fair though, nobody's ever seen her when she cums. Her eyes roll back to her head, and she arches her back and can't even make a sound. Her breathing starts getting raspy, and she just let's go. To be totally honest, I’ll sometimes be so focused on her face that I almost forget to pull out. That’s how nice she looks.

With her under me, I kept thrusting in and out of here. With my hands on her shoulders, I held her down. Moaning my name, she got that same look on her face. Increasing my pace, I pulled out and slammed into her again. Breaking, she threw her head back as she came.

Pulling out, I came on her thighs.

I wasn't done though. Not yet.

Aligning myself with her entrance, I started quickly pushing into her again. The bed creeked under her. With my grip on her shoulders, I made it so she couldn't move. I just wanted to keep going. I had to.

“S-stop,”She sputtered out. Swiftly pulling out, I took my arms off of her shoulders.

She was breathing heavily but not the way she usually does. Her eyes were shut as small tears dripped down her beautiful face.

Taking my hands, I wiped them away from her cheeks with my thumb. Kissing her temple, I whispered apologies. Nodding her head, she shut her eyes as she cupped my face. Softly brushing her lips over mine, she slowly pulled away after a moment.

“I’m sorry, Y/N,”I repeated.

“It's okay. You didn't mean to,”She whispered.

Getting up, I threw on a pair of my boxers before getting her a pair of underwear, along with her favorite loose button up shirt that she always insisted on stealing.

Walking back to her, I slowly but swiftly pulled them up her legs. Groaning a little, she winced as I pulled them to her waist.

“I’m sorry,”I repeated, kissing her lower stomach. When she let out a deep breath I carefully pulled her arms through my shirt. Buttoning a few in the middle, I made it so her chest and some of her lower stomach wasn't exposed. Nodding her head, she then turned on her side. With her arms out, she silently asked me to hold her.

Laying next to her, I carefully pulled her on top of me. Resting her head on my shoulder, she slowly intertwined our legs. Rubbing circles on her waist, I held her as gently as I was capable of.

“I love you. I have always loved you,”I promised.

Pressing her lips to my neck, I was able to feel her smile against my skin. Running my fingers down her spine, I kissed her forehead as I kept whispering soft words. Curling her arms to her chest, she kept her face buried in my neck. Wrapping my arms around her waist, I listened to her slowly fall asleep in my arms.

“I’m sorry. I really am, and I hope you know that you'll always be my everything,”I whispered. Even though she obviously couldn't respond, she buried her face in my neck a little more, giving me hope that she knew how much she means to me, even when unconscious.

[ultzwoozi]

“ how could you love me..? ”

currently playing: heart like yours by willamette stone

pairings: woozi x gn!reader genre: angsty fluff ; one-shot warning(s): panic attack, slight mentions of insomnia and insecurities. reader kinda has separation anxiety word count: 0.7k authors note: something a bit angsty, i could js imagine woozi being actually good at comfort <3

summary: your boyfriend catches you in the midst of a panic attack, he comforts you and tries to find a way to help you

“ … Breathe deep, breathe clear Know that I'm here, know that I'm here Waiting Stay strong, stay gold You don't have to fear, you don't have to fear Waiting ”

breath in, breath out. thats what you were taught in situations like this. but nothings coming out. you feel like your suffocating, like the walls are closing in on you. sitting on the floor in the shared bedroom of you and your boyfriend, you try to calm yourself down. the lights are dimmed and its late at night, the neighbors were asleep. no one could hear you even if you wanted them to.

jihoon wasnt home. he hasnt been home for over 4 months, hes been on tour. hes finally coming home, but its all setting in. its hitting you harder than a truck, you missed him badly. you realize being so far away from him was a issue. you realized theres a possibility he could stop loving you on the way, theres a possibility he couldve met someone new, theres a possibility he could forget about you. you were overthinking. tears were running down your cheeks and you were hyperventilating badly.

the sleepless nights without him, the fear running through your head, thoughts starting to take up your mind, everything was making you crumble on the floor besides your bed. your ears started ringing, you couldn’t even hear the front door open.

“ … I'll see you soon, I'll see you soon ”

jihoon opened the front door with his keys and immediately could tell something was wrong. “y/n?” he called out, hoping you’d hear, but to no avail you couldn’t. he could hear the faint sobs coming from your room. even with how tired he was from all the traveling, he dropped his stuff by the door and ran over to your shared room. seeing you sitting on the floor, hyperventilating and sobbing, immediately got him worried. without another thought, he walked over and held you in his arms.

“hey hey its okay.. im here now.” he rested your head on his chest. you flinched a bit by the touch of him, not aware he was home yet, let alone in your room. after a minute, you melted into his arms, sniffling and sobbing lightly. your breathing slowly regulating as he whisper sweet nothings into your ear, making sure youre alright. he drew circles on your back, watching the rise and fall of your back.

once your breathing regulated to normal, jihoon pulled your face away from his chest and cupped your cheeks in his hands. “wanna tell me what happened?” he wiped away some tears with his thumb as he looked at you, pure worry filling his eyes.

“ … How could a heart like yours ever love a heart like mine? How could I live before? How could I have been so blind? You opened up my eyes You opened up my eyes Sleep sound, sleep tight ”

“i.. i don’t know its just..” you felt more hot tears begin to roll down your cheeks as the thoughts began to come back. “i started to over think.. and everything started to hit harder and.. god i missed you.” he felt a pain in his heart. he knew it could effect you being gone for so long for the first time in your relationship, but he didn’t think this could happen.

“i missed you too.. im so sorry.” he kissed your forehead and rested you back on his chest. you stayed there in a comfortable silence until your tears dried. after the soft moment, you spoke up.

“how could you love someone like me? you have so many options.. what if you meet someone beautiful when you’re out there?” that got him. that was what broke his heart. thinking in the case that you think of yourself so low. jihoon stayed silent for a moment, trying to think of the right words to say. it hurt that you doubted him. he kept drawing circles in your back as he thought.

“i like the y/n i have here. the loving, sweet, person i’ve grown to love. i don’t need anyone else. i need you. and i promise, im never gonna leave you alone again. you’re coming with me on tours from now on, i can’t leave you here like this.” with that he picked you up and carried you to your shared bed. he held you close to his chest. you snuggled up into his side and slowly found yourself resting in his arms. the tiredness from the traveling hit jihoon, and soon enough he fell asleep holding you tightly as if you were gonna disappear if he didn’t.

[lunajay33]

My Beast🐺🪵

Summary: Y/n finds a wolf in the woods but isn’t scared, she finds comfort being around the big wolf and continues to go out to the woods to be with it, until the wolf shows it’s true self

It was the weekend and I thought after the stressful week, I’d decide to go down to La push and relax

I made it to the pretty empty beach and sunk my feet in the sand, I always loved it here, the sound of the waves, the silence away from society, sometimes there would be guys from the reservation but they were always nice when we would interacte

I stayed on the beach for a few hours letting the wind calm me down, then deciding to take a walk through the woods, rarely anyone went out there and most of the time I strayed from the path and wandered around

As I walked through the thick bushes and tall trees I heard a noise, I looked around and saw something in the distance, I followed and once I got closer I realized it was a wolf, I usually would have ran but something about being near this beautiful creature made me wanna stay

It turned around and spotted me, I slowly walked closer and by the look in its eyes it seemed rather calm almost excited

“Hello!” I said smiling

It walked closer and circled me making me laugh in excitement

I placed my hand on it head, gently rubbing its soft fur

“You’re so beautiful, but how on earth did you get this big”

It whined, swaying it’s tail quickly as it laid on the ground, i soon followed

It placed its huge head on my lap and closed its eyes, I could feel it’s strong breathe against my thigh

I brushed my hands through its fur for what felt like forever but in reality it was only an hour, I could stay like this forever

It stood up and walked around me curling its body around me, it’s warmth was so comforting that I ended up falling asleep

When I woke up I felt a push against my stomach, I looked up to see the wolf standing over me, using its snout to wake me up, I sat up realizing it was night time

I stood up feeling sad

“Will I see you again?” I asked knowing I wouldn’t get an answer

But to my surprise it nodded confusing me but exciting me either way

“I’ll be back her again tomorrow, if you understand me please meet me here at the same time” I placed a kiss on its snout and reluctantly started walking away but it followed by my side, all the way until the I got back to the beach then he ran back into the woods

That night I barely got any sleep, all I could think about is how I managed to hang out all day with a huge wolf and leave without a scratch

Once I woke up I raced to get ready, grabbing a quick breakfast and heading back to La Push, the boys were at the beach today, I waved once they noticed me and headed to the woods

I made my way to the same spot as yesterday and the wolf wasn’t there, it was a long shot anyways, to think that the wolf understood me but I sat against a tree, I didn’t want to give up hope just yet

I sat for a while when I saw the wolf running towards me, I stood up and opened my arms as it snuggled it head against mine, I wrapped my arms around it neck and held it close, i still didn’t know if the wolf was a girl or boy but for some reason I had a feeling it might be a boy

“I missed you my pup” I said as I pulled away

It whined and licked my face

“Ahhhh” I laughed wiping my face

It stepped back and leaned down confusing me

“What? Do you want me to get on?”

He nodded and I gently got on, not wanting to pull on his fur, he stood up and ran off shocking me, I leaned down and held around his neck, he was incredibly fast and it felt so freeing

We finally made it to a clearing, noticing a cute house and those boys from the beach were here now, I leaned down and whispered

“Are these your friends?!”

He nodded as I leaned down against him as he laid on the ground letting me hope off but I stayed close, right next to him snuggling into his neck since he was still taller than me

We walked towards the boys noticing they seemed excited

“Hey Seth!” One of them said

“So your name is Seth! It’s nice!” I said and he licked my face again

“Hi everyone! How do you know Seth here?” I asked

“He’s a friend of ours! Part of our pack!” Sam said

I had met them many times but only for small amounts of time

“Wait so…..wait are you guys wolves too or do you just call yourselves a pack for fun?” I asked confused

“It’s true we are all wolves but you must keep this a secret”

“So why even tell me if this is suppose to me kept secret?” I asked

“Seth here will explain everything to you, right Seth?”

“Yup!” I turned to see a boy, a really cute boy standing next to me in only shorts

I didn’t even realize the change

“So you can change into a wolf?” I asked and the look on his face seemed nervous

“Ya it’s in our genes, we turn into wolves to protect people” he said fidgeting with his fingers

“That’s amazing! I wish I could do that, but why show yourself to me?”

“Well as wolves there’s this thing that happens, we can’t control it but we imprint on our soulmates, we are connected to them, to be there to protect, to love, to be a friend, brother, boyfriend what ever the imprint wants and…..I imprinted know you” he said looking at me waiting for my reaction

“So I’m your soulmate?” I said beyond happy, my soulmate is this sweet guy and also a wolf who protect others, I must be the luckiest girl in the world

“Ya you’re my perfect other half”

“Wow this is crazy, I can’t believe I landed the cutest soulmate!” I said

“Hey I’m not cute I’m a man” he whined

“Okay you’re a man, but what does this mean for us then?”

“What ever you want, it’s up to you”

“No I can’t decide everything, this is a part of you too, why don’t we just get to know each other and see how things go!”

“I’d like that a lot!” He smiled and pulled me into a hug, he was still as warm as he was when I first cuddled with him

“I’m proud of you Seth!” Sam said and that’s when I realized the guys were still there but I’m the end I knew that I just became a part of this beautiful and magical family

[maxbegone]

etched in gold

Husband makes his heart race. His breath catches in his throat, his smile grows on its own accord, and the world comes to a pinpoint of focus, slows, because he has a husband.

TK’s head falls back, revealing the beautiful line of his neck as he laughs at whatever someone said in the circle of their friends he’s standing in. He’s golden in this warm light, catching on the ring that he slid onto his finger mere hours ago, a symbol of forever, through anything — not that they need one. It’s been proven, and their love is more than enough.

Most of their guests have gone home, leaving just their family, immediate and found, to enjoy the extra time they opted for at the venue, their conversations merely accompanying the soft music playing from a speaker somewhere, a glorious hum of people who came together for them.

Carlos finds himself unable to look away, like so many times before. It always catches him off guard, those moments of this is mine, this is my life and I get to have it, that make him practically pinch himself so he knows he’s not dreaming.

“Carlitos,” he hears. It’s a feat to pull his gaze away from TK, only to find Luisa leaning gently toward him. She has his niece in her lap, fast asleep against her chest as she strokes her hair. “You should be with your husband.”

“In a minute,” he replies. He’s enjoying this moment from afar.

His sister clearly isn’t having it, nudging his ankle with her foot under the table, laughing when he gives her an amused look. “Go,” she says again. “It’s your wedding day, you don’t have to entertain us so much.”

And she’s correct. “Alright, alright.” Carlos gets to his feet, but not before leaning over to kiss his niece’s curls.

He sighs contentedly as he crosses over, catching TK by the waist and pulling him in to kiss his cheek from behind. TK startles a laugh, only to fall comfortably back into Carlos’ arms as he leans up to kiss him back, lips just hitting his jawline.

“I’m not interrupting, am I?” He asks the circle, though it’s mostly directed at TK, whose arm is linked with his own as he runs his thumb in little swipes over his sleeve.

“Not at all, baby,” TK replies with a grin,

“We’re just hounding your husband a bit,” Paul laughs, and Carlos eyes him curiously.

“About what?”

“Last names, mostly,” Nancy says, leaning into Mateo. “And how one hyphen sounds better than the other.”

“Just let them do their thing,” TK says to him.“They’ve been at it all night.”

“And they know we’re keeping our own?”

Marjan holds up a finger. “Uh, for now. That’s what TK said.”

Carlos hums. “Okay, well, you all start placing your bets, I’m going to steal my husband.”

A series of teasing and childish ooohs follow them as they make their way down a cobblestone path that winds down to the lower level.

They walk in slow, happy silence for a little while, hand-in-hand, until they reach the area their ceremony was earlier in the evening. TK sighs happily as they take a seat on the stone wall at the back of the aisle. The chairs have since been put away, the flower petals swept up, leaving an open and empty space for another couple to tour someday soon and fall in love with, a place to showcase their love to the world just as they did today.

TK rests his head on Carlos' shoulder, and Carlos leans his head on his. In the distance, music thrums softly as laughter is carried throughout the venue. It's perfect, in this charming and private moment of theirs.

"What are you thinking?" TK asks him quietly, as if speaking any louder will break the spell that's fallen on them.

"That this really is the best day of my life."

TK lifts his head up and smiles. "Mine, too. I'd say it's almost perfect."

"Yeah..." Carlos breathes out shakily as he tries to stave off the tears for what feels like the hundredth time today, and he does it, but barely. "Almost."

"Baby." TK shifts to kiss him, letting go of Carlos' hand where it sits in his lap to hold the side of his face.

The kiss is tender enough to make him melt, and Carlos finds himself putting his entire being into it. He pulls away with barely any space between them, foreheads touching and noses bumping as TK sneaks in one last one.

"They're here," Carlos hears him whisper, fingers toying with the lobe of his ear, a comforting gesture. "They're here. Nothing could have stopped them."

He doesn't want the bittersweetness to show, but he knows he can let it out with TK. He's his safe space, his lifeline, someone he's vowed to love and fiercely hold onto until the end of his days. So he lets it out, a choked shudder, then shakes himself. Carlos sits up tall as he catches TK's eye and knocks his finger gently under his chin.

"Did you check your ring?" Carlos' eyes drop down momentarily to the band that rests on TK's finger.

He smiles. "No," he says with a laugh, "I haven't. I told you I wouldn't until we could look together, and when I tell you that was one of the hardest things I've had to refrain from doing..."

Carlos raises a brow. "Oh yeah?"

"Yeah. Almost as hard as not shoving cake in your face initially."

"Well, you did in the end."

TK laughs again. "Only after you did it to me," he points out. "Did you look at yours?"

"Nope. We made a promise."

"That we did." He moves a little closer. "You first."

Carefully, Carlos slides his ring off his finger and holds it up so he can see. The lighting isn't bright, but it's enough to make out a line of Hebrew characters inside the gold band.

"Ani l'dodi v'dodi li," TK recites beautifully, watching as Carlos squints as he thinks. "I am my beloved's..."

"And my beloved is mine," he finishes, watching as TK's eyes light up.

"You remembered?"

"Of course I did. It's beautiful."

TK beams. "You're beautiful."

He holds up his ring next, and Carlos watches carefully for his reaction. It goes from curious to realization in less than a second, and TK's eyes are shiny when he turns back to him.

His mouth hangs open. "I—is this...?"

He nods. "Now I'll always be there to hold you, no matter what."

TK lets out an audible breath, shaking his head as if he cannot believe what he's looking at. "Baby, this...this is amazing."

Carlos pulls the ring a little closer so he can take a look himself, trailing over the whorls of his very own fingerprint etched on the inside of TK's wedding band.

"I didn't even know this was an option."

"Neither did I," Carlos tells him, "but I did my research."

TK's shoulders drop as he leans into him, pressing a kiss against his jaw. "I love you so much."

"I love you." He pulls TK in for a proper kiss, holding his face in his hands. "Thank you for marrying me," he says with a gentle laugh. He knows it sounds ridiculous, but he needs to say it.

TK hums. "Thank you for saying yes."

They kiss again, longer this time, more drawn-out, before TK goes to slide his ring back on. Carlos stops him.

"Let me."

TK returns the gesture, and for a little while they sit there in complete, contented silence, comforted by each other's presence and peace.

There's a whole life ahead of them waiting to be discovered. Carlos has plans, and he knows TK has plans of his own. He can't wait to see what's in store. But, for now, Carlos needs nothing else — just his husband, who is his entire heart, and the promise of forever.

[winters8child]

It´s been a long, long time

Chapter 26

“You’re going to do what?” I could hardly believe what I was hearing. Bucky and I sat on the small balcony of my hotel room, sipping our drinks as the long-awaited rain pelted down from the canopy, offering us a respite from the relentless heatwave. London was known for its rain, but this summer’s heat was almost unbearable.

“Zola will be on that train,” Bucky said, trying to sound casual about it. “It’s the only way to get close to him. It’s no big deal… I mean, I’ve always wanted to try ziplining,” he added with a grin that didn’t quite reach his eyes.

“That’s insane,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. “I should be there too… if it’s dangerous, I can’t let you do it alone.”

Bucky took a sip of his whiskey, his eyes sad but firm. “I already talked to Steve. You have to sit this one out. We can’t afford any mistakes on this mission. This is Zola we’re talking about.”

“I know… I know,” I faltered. “I’m just worried. You should know by now that’s what I do.”

He smiled gently, running his fingers over my legs where they rested on his lap. “Everything is going to be alright. We have a plan, and we know what we’re doing.”

I sighed and leaned my head on his shoulder. Bucky kissed my hair and rested his head on mine, and we sat there in silence, listening to the soothing rhythm of the rain.

“I would have liked having a family with you,” he said quietly, making me look up at him. “You and I, two kids, maybe three, a house in the suburbs with a white picket fence and a cat.”

His fingers intertwined with mine, and he gazed at me with a hopeful look. “Maybe if this is all over…” he trailed off, waiting for me to respond.

I was torn. The idea of a life with Bucky was beautiful, but there was still Steve and the complicated feelings I had for him. Bucky saw my hesitation and pulled back slightly, taking another sip of his drink.

“I love the idea of a family with you, Buck, but…” I started to say.

“It’s Steve, isn’t it? You still love him,” Bucky said, cutting me off gently. “I understand. But you’ll have to make a choice eventually. This can’t go on like this forever. It’s not fair to any of us.”

My hands balled into fists as the weight of his words settled over me. The thought of hurting either of them made me want to cry. “What if I can’t?” I whispered, tears welling in my eyes.

Bucky looked out into the rain, his expression pained. “Then I don’t see any of us getting a happy ending.”

He knelt in front of me, cupping my face in his hands. “If you want to be with him, then be with him. I know I’ve been gone for a while, and things have changed. I’ll be okay… maybe not tomorrow, maybe not in a month, but I will be okay someday. I love you, and I love Steve. I won’t stand in your way.”

Tears streamed down my face as I shook my head vigorously. “No, that’s not what I want.”

Bucky wiped away my tears. “We can’t always have what we want, doll,” he whispered.

We decided to go to bed well into the night. Bucky had started to head back to his room, but I asked him to stay with me. Lying in bed, facing each other, his hand rested under my shirt, tracing gentle circles on my back. It made me shiver, and he smiled that beautiful smile of his that always gave me butterflies.

I felt like we were on borrowed time, and I didn’t want to fall asleep. I scooted closer, resting my hands on his chest. “Come back to me,” I whispered, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips.

“I will,” he replied, hugging me closer and rubbing my back gently.

Sleep eluded me as the heat made it nearly unbearable. Bucky was already asleep, and I had to wriggle out of his embrace to avoid a heatstroke. The commandos were heading to the Swiss Alps the next morning, and I envied them—not for the mission, but for the chance to escape the scorching heat and feel the cool mountain air.

I crept to the little hotel kitchen, searching for a nighttime snack. The fridge was nearly empty, so I settled for a glass of milk. As I poured it, Steve walked in. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to intrude,” I said, hoping to avoid making things more awkward.

Steve leaned on the counter, his eyes tired. “It’s alright. I’ll take some milk too,” he said with a small smile, grabbing a glass and pouring the remainder of the milk into it.

We sat at the counter, sipping our milk in silence. “Everything okay?” he asked, glancing at the empty glass in his hands.

“You should take me with you, Steve,” I said, my voice tinged with frustration. “I can help.”

“You know I can’t do that,” he said, putting down his glass. “It’s too risky. I’m responsible for the lives of our team, and bringing you along is more dangerous than it is helpful.”

“You’re making a mistake,” I said, my anger flaring as I slammed my empty glass down. “Excluding me like this… you know it’s wrong.”

Steve looked pained as I stormed out of the kitchen, ignoring his attempts to call me back.

I had fallen asleep sometime in the morning, just as the birds began to sing, announcing the start of the day. I pulled my pillow over my face to shield myself from the early sunlight, only to hear Bucky stirring beside me.

“Good morning, doll,” he said with a smile. “Sorry if I woke you up. I just have to get ready for the mission.”

“It’s already time?” I asked, hurriedly throwing on my morning gown. Bucky was already dressed in a blue combat jacket, his rifle slung over his shoulder.

We walked down together to where everyone else had already gathered. Steve looked more focused than usual, his gaze fixed on his shield. I hoped he felt at least a little bit guilty for not letting me join them.

“That dressing gown look is missing the head rollers and the pimple cream,” Falsworth joked, “and you’d scare off the Nazis with it!”

Bucky punched him playfully on the shoulder, eliciting a yelp from him. “I’m just saying, are we sure we can’t bring her along? She’s a bit crazy, but I’ve never seen anyone as brutally effective as her.”

Steve strapped his shield to his back. “No, and that’s an order. Let’s head out.”

Tired of the argument, I turned to Bucky and gave him a tight hug. “Be careful, Buck.”

He kissed my cheek and said, “Always am.”

I walked over to Steve and looked into his eyes, hoping he understood the gravity of the situation. “I hope you know what you’re doing.”

I wished everyone farewell. Falsworth gave me a quick hug and a wink. “I’ll smuggle you in my backpack next time, I promise,” he said, making me laugh.

One by one, they filed out of the lobby and climbed into the truck waiting outside. And so, the waiting began.

Next Chapter

[sweettbepbo]

everything i wanted

warnings: death, angst

word count: 1k

i wrote this a few years ago so i’m sorry if this is crap, this is some old fanfic pieces from my wattpad😭

Billie

~

"I had a dream."

"I got everything i wanted,"

"Not what you'd think,"

"And if im being honest,"

"It might of been a nightmare,"

"To anyone who might care."

Alex and I sang in unison as I played the guitar to the beautiful song.

"Thought I could fly,"

"So I stepped off the golden,"

"Nobody cried,"

"Nobody even noticed."

I look over at her as we sang together. Those beautiful brown long locks, adorable dark brown chocolate eyes, puppies would have. Her face was shaped perfectly. Amazing curves I would put my hands all over. Freckles scattered around her face. Not many but they're still there.

That body is mine.

That girl is mine.

Alex is mine.

My girlfriend..

As I was singing to my song I got quieter and quieter. Until I only heard Alex sing and she has a beautiful voice. The one problem is... she doesn't think she's all that, but she is. She is to me. That's all that matters. She thinks very low of herself. She noticed I stopped singing with her so she stopped herself.

"Why'd you stop? I sound like a freaking cow by myself."

I frown and let go of the guitar and put it beside me. I gently grab Alex's face with my hand. I pull her in for a sweet kiss.

"You do not sound like a cow. You sound beautiful, baby. I mean it."

She looks down and sits back.

"C'mon let's go cuddle." I gently grab her and pull her to our room. We have a small apartment together with 2 rooms and a bathroom. One room is our bedroom and the other is empty.

I find myself depressed when I walk into that room. I don't know why.

We cuddle up on the bed. With her head on my chest as I pull her in my arms and play with her hair. I find her presence very warm and relaxing. It's like I can't ever get myself away from her. When I'm with her all my problems wash away like the ocean. Pressure. Anxiety. Stress. Tour. Social media. It all goes away when I'm with her. Just like that.

Now I didn't ever take drugs or will ever take drugs but with Alex, it's like she's my drug. I can't get enough of her. She makes me want to go crazy. She makes my heart go flying out of my chest. She makes me filled with so much joy and happiness.

She's definitely my soulmate.

And with all of these thoughts running around in my head. I just fell asleep. Holding my baby.

Billie's dream

~

I see a coffin. It looks like some sort of funeral.. but.. no one is there. I look at the name.

Billie O'Connell

2001-2019

... I died.

And no one came. Not even my brother, Finneas. My mother.

Not even Alex.

The love of my life. My soulmate.

How did I die?

I get pulled into another place. I look around and see the golden gate bridge. With the waters beneath it. I suddenly hear sniffles and turn around.

I see myself. I'm crying. I look where I am and I'm dangerously close to the edge of the bridge.

No.

I try to yell out for myself to not do it..

But I'm too late. I see myself jump off. I remember back to my funeral.

Did no one care when I died?

No one helped me.

No sympathy.

No one tried to convince me that I shouldn't have done that. Not even Finneas.

I fall to my knees and cry.

And cry.

Nobody cared about me.

Nobody cared that I died.

Am I meant to die?

Suddenly I get pulled out of my dangerous dream and see a new scenery. I enter Alex and I's apartment. I wipe my tears and look at our bedroom. She's not in there. I look at the empty room.

It's not that empty anymore.

The walls were painted a pastel blue. A wooden rocking chair in the corner. A gray circle carpet in the middle with stars. I look to my left.

I see Alex. Her long wavy curls were now cut into a short wavy bob. She turns around.

She has a baby in her arms.

She rocks the baby as she sings songs to it. The crib beside her was painted a nice soft gray.

We didn't have a baby.

Did.. she want to have a baby with me?

I get closer as it doesn't matter. She can't see me because it's just a dream. I realize it's a boy. I look up at Alex. Her facial expression was the most cutest thing in the world. Smiling down at the baby as she giggles at the baby's cuteness. Her face changes within a couple of minutes. Making me change my mood.

"I wish your mama was here to see you. I bet she would have loved you. So much."

Was this.. my baby?!

I shed a couple of tears staring at the precious baby in her arms. It sleeps peacefully in one of his mother's arms. He had brown hair just like Alex. His cheeks were an adorable version of Alex's. He was almost as pale as me. This baby that possibly doesn't even exist is making me have mixed feelings. I don't know how to feel about this.

I had already fallen in love.. but why did I always feel so upset when I walked into this room?

I guess maybe it was just because I was missing something. This baby.

"I love you so much, baby." She looked away from him and shed a tear.

"I love you too, Bil. I always have and I always will." She whispered.

"I love you too, Alex." I whisper cry. I reach out for her but it's impossible for her to reach me.

~

I jump awake in a sweat. My hair's a mess and I'm hyperventilating. I look around the bedroom and find that Alex was sleeping peacefully beside me. I calm down a bit and fall back, trying to calm myself down. That was definitely quite the dream.

Alex flutters her eyes open and stares at me with a smile before slightly frowning, "You okay, bil? You look like something just happened."

"I'm okay. Just had a.. bad dream.. I guess."

"Okay." She rubs my shoulder and kisses it. I try to pull her closer to me. I wrap my arms around her waist as we stare at the ceiling.

"Hey, I have a question, babe." I ask just being curious.

"Yeah? What's up?"

"W-would you ever want to have kids with me someday, Alex?"

"Of course! I kind of have baby fever right now. Which is weird!" She giggles. I chuckle and smile down at her. I sigh and look back at the ceiling.

"Billie, what was that dream about? It seemed pretty scary."

".. Nothing, mamas,"

"Nothing at all."

[someloserjay]

Concerts and Tequila PT.2

Tw!! NSFW mentions of drinking

This is the first smut I’ve ever written and writing from a different genders POV wasn’t a great first choice any constructive criticism is highly appreciated.

Part two to my other fan-fiction under the same name

Sebastian POV

Looking at her hazey eyes makes thoughts run through my head, hell my head is spinning. Doing anything right now isn't okay though, right? I ask myself. I mean we’ve both had so much to drink. No, I can't do anything. I'll wait. I have too. I realize I’ve just been looking over [Y/N]’s face as I’ve been stuck in my own head thinking. Before I can make another coherent thought a pair of warm lips collide with mine. The hand that had been on her chin falls as the lingering smell of tequila and some sort of fruity chapstick flood over me and I’m frozen for what feels like years before my body takes over and my hand moves to rest on the back of her neck. My eyes close and I relax into the kiss letting my mind forget its worries for this moment. Her hand tangles in the back of hair. Before I can even realize I’ve pulled her into my lap as the kiss continues, my hand gently holding onto her waist just under her hoodie. Her hands tangle themselves deeper in my hair, one of my hands hesitantly, creeps up her skin following the shape of her. She’s warm between the alcohol, the hoodie, and I’m sure because of the situation. My hand stops when it reaches just under her breast. I remember the conversation I had just had with myself and run my hand back down to where it had been. Eventually we pull away for some air, we rest our foreheads against each other as we breathe.

“I’ve waited so long to do that. Sucks it took 20 cc's of liquid confidence.” She says under her breath with a laugh, yoba I will never get tired of her laugh. Her voice is still horse and going in and out from screaming but it’s still the prettiest thing I’ve heard. I fall back into the bed, my head spinning a smile plastered on my face now, [Y/N] promptly climbs off my lap and lands beside me, her head finding its home in the crook of my neck. My hand finds itself gently rubbing circles on her waist.

“I didn’t know you felt like that.” I say trying not to watch her facial movement, I'm totally failing. I’m definitely staring.

“I didn’t want to mess anything up that we already had.” She mutters as she plays with a strand of my hair. I watch her eyes dart around my face waiting, no, begging for confirmation that her boldness hasn’t ruined our friendship.

“[Y/N], I’ve had a thing for you since we talked at the beach that night.” I say, her eyes light up the drunken haze still coating them. She yawns, it has been a long night, I glance at the clock. Shit it’s practically two am.

“Let’s get to bed.” I say standing up to go turn the light off and double check the door is locked. Sam and Abigail are sneaky bastards, but I owe them. As I turn I see [Y/N] climbing under the covers of the bed we had just been laying on. I can’t help but to smile. A big goofy drunk smile, yoba I’m going to feel so sick in the morning. How does [Y/N] drink with us on Fridays and just get up and do farm work. The thought bogs my mind as I walk back to the beds and without a second thought I undo the covers beside [Y/N]. She gives a very tired smile. She turns to be in bed and rests her head onto my chest, I slip my arm under her head. Can she hear my heart racing, I really hope not. I watch as she falls asleep, placing an very gentle kiss on her forehead, not not to wake her before going to sleep myself.

[Y/N] has the worst alarm sound, why did she pick the worse one, my head hurts. I groan as I sit up, I was right I feel like I got hit by a bus. Speaking of i have to ride one today. I toss my legs over the side of the bed and stretch. Before I know it, we’ve all checked out of the hotel and are climbing into the rental car to go return it and catch the bus.

“[Y/N] how in Yoba’s name are you so chipper?” Abigail asks as she closes the car door and gets passed the aux cord.

“Working the farm makes you a morning person, what can I say?” She says with a smile on. She puts the car in reverse and we get on the road. The three of us are dealing with different hangover symptoms except her. How is she fine? I know if I ask it’ll just be something like ‘farmers don’t have time for hangovers.’

The bus finally pulls into the stop at town and everyone hobbles off. Everyone says their goodbyes as Abigail and Sam head back to their houses.

“Well I better get back and check on the animals.” [Y/N] says

“Wait, uh, about last night?” I ask my confidence left when the hangover hit me.

“Yeah, you uh wanna come by later this afternoon and we’ll chat over some prairie king?” She asks as she tosses her backpack over her shoulder.

“8?” I ask and she nods, turning on her heel towards her farm.

——8pm——

I take a drag from the freshly lit cigarette, blowing it out as I glance up at the clouds covering the sky. [Y/N] should be happy rainy days are good for the farm, quieter at least. The walk is nice and quiet. It gives me time to think what am I going into? We both confessed our feelings. I’m confused and nervous about what’s going to happen. Are we going to pretend nothing happened? Before I know it I’ve arrived at the farm and my cigarette is finished making my nerves a small bit better. I make a straight shot to the door and knock the door while shoving the burnt out cigarette butt into the pack. I’ll toss it later, I think to myself. T my he wooden door creaks open as a tired [Y/N] stands in front of the door with a huge smile. She ushers me inside, on the coffee table sits a pizza box from the saloon and some jojo colas. She has pillows set on the floor to sit on and controllers set beside each side. She closes the door behind me as her cat comes over to rub against my leg before curling beside a space heater in the kitchen.

“So uh.” She says breaking the silence as we sit, the theme music for prairie king softly playing in the background

“I didn’t think it would be this awkward sober.” I say laughing out a breath, my hand rubbing the back of my neck.

“Look things don’t have to get all weird between us, if you don’t want to move forward anywhere that's totally fine. I get it completely. The friendship we have is great and if that’s all it’s going t-“

“You’re adorable when you ramble you know.” I say trying to not let on that I’m just as nervous as her. She begins stuttering over words trying to put a sentence together.

“Seriously, I like you [Y/N], and I want to move forward on that.” I say my hand moving to rest on hers. She smiles and I set my free hand on her cheek, gently pulling her forward until our lips meet. This kiss is much gentler, the passion is still there, it's not the same. It’s better. The food can wait, same with the game. As if it’s muscle memory, one of her hands rests on shoulder and the other finds its way to my hair. I pull away just for a moment.

“Do you want to?” I ask, my eyes meeting hers.

“Right now, more than anything.” She says before reconnecting the kiss. That’s all I needed as I guide her back onto my lap as I did last night. She straddles me as my hands find themselves exploring. They find the hem of her shirt, I start to lift it when it reaches her arm we break the kiss to let it slip off her head. My eyes drop

“I’ll be honest, I didn't expect anything to happen.” She says with a laugh a plain bra matching her skin tone faces me.

“I don’t care what it looks like.” I say grabbing the hem of my own top and pulling it off, tossing it with hers. She places her hands on my chest and the other on the back of my head. She pulls me forward back into a kiss, my hands trail up her spine until I hit the back of the bra pushing the two sides together, the clasp falls. Both of our breathing is unsteady as she pulls the straps off her shoulders. I’m assuming it lands near our other clothes. I’m quick with moving my hands to her front, she’s so warm. I feel a bit bad, I know my hands are cold, they always are, she doesn’t seem to mind. I have one hand reach to hold her breast as I rub circles around her nipple with my thumb. Her hips buck forward in response to the touch, and a quiet moan was added to the kiss. My own body is very well aware of the situation. I start to fiddle with the strings on her sweat pants until the bow she had it tied in comes loose. I’m cursing my jeans for being tighter than I want at the moment. She pulls away, breathing heavily

“Ugh, did you want to go to my room?” She asks as she slowly works the button on my jeans.

“Do you?” She nods, standing helping me up as she leads me to the bedroom. The door clicking shut behind us. She quickly steps out of her pants, her underwear falling with them. She climbs onto the bed as I’m kicking off jeans and boxers. My cheeks flush, she’s sitting against the headboard. She pulls me back in for a kiss before my nerves can catch up to me. One hand is beside her hip steadying myself, with the other I start to gently rub her thigh, quickly move up to tease her entrance. She gasps and whines, her hips push down towards my hand. I understand and slowly push two fingers in, starting them at a steady comfortable pace. I put my head in the space between her neck and shoulder being as gentle as possible as I bite and kiss at her neck leaving marks down to her breasts before kissing down her stomach. She gasps as my tongue presses against her sensitive bud. Moans slip from her lips as her hands rush to my hair pulling gently towards herself. After a couple minutes of this her thighs push together against my head slightly and I pull away.

“Not yet sweetheart.” I say in a borderline growl in her ear as I pull her down so she’s laying under me she yelps as she’s pulled from her sitting position. She smiles at me with lust filled eyes as I line myself and slowly push myself into her until our skin meets.

“Fuck…” I mutter as Im fully inside the woman underneath me now. Her legs wrap around my waist and pull me down from my neck into a kiss. I start at a quick but steady pace. I pull away from the kiss and look at her as she moans under me and holds on to my shoulders for some sort of handle on things. It’s not long before her thighs tighten around me and try to keep my stationary as she rides her peak out.

“I love you.” I say wiping some hair from the side of her cheek as I keep thrusting throughout her orgasm. I push myself up so I can see her fully under me, my hands going to each breast playing and gently tugging. I quickly pull out the warm liquid landing on her stomach and thigh. I touch my forehead to hers for a moment, before reaching over her to the tissues on her nightstand carefully cleaning her off. I toss them in an trash can she has in her room before laying beside her. We’re both panting as she cuddles beside me.

“I love you too.” She says smiling.

“Why don’t we get cleaned up, eat the food you have ready and play the prairie king.” I say sitting up, she nods and sits up with me. I think I'm starting to love Pelican town. And of course [Y/N].

[kenny-power]

The Taming of the Ilu - Chapter 2

Pairings: Neteyam x Reader; Lo'ak x Tsireya

Warning(s): slight language

It’s been nearly a week since the Sully family arrived on the Metkayina shores. However, I’ve been so busy, that I have not had to run into any of them, only catching glimpses as I’m weaving my way through the network of Mauri pods or walking along the beach. I am okay with that. I don’t need to deal with any extra stress of outsiders right now.  As the incoming first olo’eykte (female clan leader) in generations, many people are watching me, waiting for me to make a mistake so they can claim I am unworthy of the title and give it to my younger brother Ao’nung. Stupid old people and their stupid old traditions. I don’t see why being female would affect my abilities to lead, but alas, I must perform better than what is expected if I will someday command the respect of the People.  Also, Ao’nung is a total skxwang, there’s no way he could handle doing what I do everyday. 

Anyways, I’ve heard from my siblings that the newcomers are actually improving. Surprising. I didn’t know tree-dwellers would be good at swimming. Apparently, the eldest boy of the group has already mastered an Ilu. I would be impressed, but I mastered mine at the age of 6. 

I am riding my Ilu, Frìp (bite). I call him that because he likes to bite people. I remember when I chose him - well, more like he aggressively chose me. He was a rogue Ilu, away from his pack, and charging to try and bite me whilst I swam a little too far from my mother. Instead of panicking, I hopped on him and made the tswin (queue) connection immediately. I have since learned that biting people is how he shows affection, something that not many other Na’vi appreciate. He’s feisty and I like that. 

Today is one of my rare days where my duties were light and I had nothing to do before my daily meeting with Father, so now into the early afternoon, I am riding around the shallows with Frìp. It’s a nice, calm day. The blue waters warm and peaceful. I spent the past hour or so zooming through the reef, gracefully zipping past the schools of fish and coral clusters. Riding in the ocean is one of my favorite things to do, nobody can disturb me and it’s one of the times where I truly can feel free. 

Curious fish float past and several of the braver ones swim with us, trying to keep up. Laughing, I race ahead to a clearing in the bay.  I slip off of Frìp and start to free-float in the water. It’s such a beautiful day, I could honestly fall asleep here. 

There’s a group of birds in the sky, circling around in the distance. I can hear them communicating with each other, crying out faintly.  

My eyes start to drift close in the warmth of the sun. 

All of a sudden, the waters come alive with splashing and shouting. Startled, I dive down and re-attach myself to Frìp. Urging him to the surface, I ready my tukru (spear) and we burst through to the surface, prepared for any danger. A battle-cry bursting forth from my lips.  

I pull up short. There’s no threat, just ‘Reya, Ao’nung, and the newcomers. The Sullys look shocked, while my siblings are… laughing at me? I stroke Frìp’s neck to calm him turning towards the group, teeth bared. 

“Vonväs! (Assholes) Why did you do that! I could have hurt you.”I reattach my tukru to its holder, still fuming. 

“Oh great and mighty Y/N, we are sorry to have disturbed your rest,” Ao’nung says to me, clearly poking fun, “Please have mercy on us common people.” I hiss at him. 

“Shut up, skxwang, you are such a child.” Huffing, I fully face Frìp, petting him and making soothing noises to calm him down. Preparing to fight always gets him riled up. 

“Tsmuke (sister), we’re sorry. We didn’t mean to scare you, we-” Tsireya starts to say. Without turning I speak, 

“I wasn’t scared, you just startled me.” Yes, that won’t make me seem childish at all. A new voice spoke up. 

“You are a very fierce warrior, how long have you been training?” It was the eldest Sully boy. He’s about my age, soft-spoken and serious. 

“Since birth,” I spit, trying to keep the snarl out of my voice. The adrenaline is still running through me and I’m on edge now. “It was not a funny joke. I do not appreciate it. What are you guys doing here, anyways? Aren’t you two supposed to be teaching them our ways?”

“Well, we were, but then we saw you riding your Ilu and thought we would come and say hello.” Tsireya explains. I snort. 

“Funny way of greeting someone.” One of the Sullys swims closer to me and Frìp, extending her hand to her forehead in greeting.

“I’m Tuktirey, but you can call me Tuk!” she says and I kid you not, my heart melts for her immediately. She is adorable. “May I pet your Ilu?” Without waiting for a response, she reaches towards Frìp.

“Careful!” I say, “He tends to…” Frìp snaps at Tuk’s hand, making her squeal and back up. “…bite.” I finish. 

Ao’nung bursts out laughing. 

“Yeah, careful forest girl! Only Y/N has been able to tame that poor excuse of an Ilu.” I glower at my brother. 

“He doesn’t need tamed! And I’ve told you, that’s how he shows his affection.” I look at Tuk, taking her four-fingered hand in mine and inspecting it for any wounds. It looks fine, her hand escaped Frìp’s teeth, barely. “Sorry, he just gets a little excited.” Tuk stares at our joined hands for a moment longer before looking back up at me. She smiles, shaking her head reassuringly. 

“It’s okay, I should have waited for you to say it was alright. Can I introduce you to my brothers and sister? We’ve been waiting for so long meet you.” She has an eager smile on her face, so how could I refuse this precious child. I nod, and allow her to pull me towards the group. “This,” she says pointing to the other girl, “is my sister Kiri!” Kiri waves at me, smiling. “And this is Lo’ak,” she points to the younger of the two boys. He nods in my direction, then looks back over at Tsireya. Weird. “And this is my big brother ‘Teyam!” 

“Neteyam.” The older boy speaks up. I glance at him.

“Sorry?”

“It’s Neteyam.” He smiles quickly at me before looking away. I think Ao’nung was right, these forest boys are odd. I especially need to keep an eye on that Lo’ak, he seems to be getting a little too cozy with Tsireya. And that can’t happen. Father has always said that ‘Reya and I are not allowed to court someone until I finish my training to become olo’eykte and Tsireya trains to become tsahik (high priestess). Oh, Father will be angry if he finds out about this. 

“It is very nice to meet you all. I am sorry about, um, earlier.” I say sheepishly, scratching the back of my neck.

“It’s okay!” Tuk reassures me, “You looked really cool! Like a mighty warrior!” She’s beaming up at me. I tousle her braids softly.

“Thank you, taronyutsyìp (little hunter), you’re too sweet.” Just then, I hear a call from the beach. Father is calling for me. I look up in the sky, checking the position of the sun. I’m late. I click my tongue at Frìp and he swims up to me. Jumping on his back, I nod to the group. 

“I am very sorry, but I must leave you now. I am running late for a meeting with Father. Tsireya, Ao’nung, see you at supper.” With a little whoop, I propel Frìp forward, mentally preparing myself for Father’s reprimands. He hates it when I’m late. I knew these newcomers would cause me trouble. 

~

As Y/N and her Ilu race away towards the beach, Lo’ak swims closer to his brother. Dropping his voice and mimicking Neteyam’s accents, he whispers in his ear, laughing: “You are a very fierce warrior, how long have you been training?” Neteyam jerks away from his brother, scowling. 

“Oh yeah, as if you have room to talk. Don’t think I didn’t notice all of those looks you’ve been giving her sister. I think even she noticed, skxwang.” Lo’ak splashed in retaliation, sticking his tongue out at his older brother. “Oh yeah, real mature,” Neteyam said, before splashing him back. 

~

Ewya help me, I need a vacation from life. After about 10 minutes of being reminded by Father the importance of punctuality and being a good leader and blah blah blah, I was finally released from the clutches of Father with the instruction of “patrolling the beach” until supper. As if our shores need patrolled. That was his way of telling em to stay out of his sight for now. Fine by me, I want to spend more time with Frìp, anyways. 

I am at the dock where the clan’s Ilus hang around, playing with Frìp, making him do rolls and flips for pieces of fish. Can’t be tamed, my txìm (butt). After entertaining myself with this for several hours, I start my way back to my family’s Mauri pod. Walking along the beach, I hear some voices up ahead. Familiar voices. One of them being of my sister. Walking with the younger Sully boy, Lo’ak. Holding hands? How interesting.

To avoid them, I take the long way back to the pod, assuring I would get back after Tsireya does. 

When I walk inside, she is sitting in the corner, next to Mother. We may eye contact and she looks away quickly. Yeah, definitely trying to hide this. 

I sit quietly next to Ao’nung throughout the meal, until Father speaks up. 

“Itetsyìp (little daughter), have you put much thought into when you want to bond with a tsurak (skimwing)?You are getting older and start thinking about your transition into adulthood.” Mother’s head snaps up. 

“No, Ma’Tonowari. She is still too young, let us wait a year.” This gets on my nerves. I am ready to start my rites into adulthood, even if Mother doesn’t think so. 

“Why not, sa’nu (mom)? I can handle it. I am not too young.” Mother’s face is determined, set. I am not going to win this fight. 

“You are still a child. No.” My anger flares up. 

“Ao’nung is younger than me, and just the other day you said he was almost ready to begin his rites. Why him and not me?” Ao’nung nudges me in the side, silently begging me not to include him into my fight “And plus, if we’re not old enough for the rites, then we are definitely not old enough for courting - something that Tsireya conveniently forgot tonight.” Tsireya sits up straight and shoots me a glare. Whoops. Mother and Father turn on my sister. She starts speaking before they can question her. 

“Okay, I know that sounds bad, but I was just walking back from the beach with Lo’ak. But sa’nu, sempu (dad), he’s so nice and funny and…and… it’s not fair!” She bursts out. “It’s not fair that we can’t court someone before we pass all of our rites and are super old. Why?” I snort. 

“It is so you will not be distracted by silly boys, tsmuke.” Father nods in agreement. 

“Yes, itetsyìp, you need to focus on your tsahik training before becoming involved with someone.”

“It’s not fair!” She whines. “This is literally only a punishment for me, it’s not like Y/N has ever been interested in a boy. She’s going to be unmated forever.”

“Hey!” I interject. Low blow. Just because I don’t want to be distracted by dumb boys doesn’t mean I want to be teased about it. 

“Actually,” Father starts, “that gives me a great idea. New rule: you may court someone…” Tsireya perks up. Where is he going with this? “…once your sister does first.” Ah, there it is. She slumps over, groaning into her hands. 

Taglist: @tejas-kris

[happy-hermit]

grian comforting scar over something, maybe during the whole moon big/no sleep thing? scar really doesn't get enough comfort fic

(you are so incredibly right scar needs more comfort fic right now and always please and thank you <3 hope you like this!)

Grian goes to the observatory on instinct, now. The sun sinks below the horizon, as foreboding as it is beautiful, and the moon rises and tugs on the very ground that they walk on. Phantoms screech and circle almost immediately, and if Grian followed the ones to the left, he’d probably run into Mumbo. If he went further, he’d find Impulse. To the right, Pearl.

He doesn’t try. Instead, he launches into the air and attempts to outrun his own phantoms, and doesn’t quite register that there’s more than there should be until he touches down gently outside of his observatory. It clicks into place when he walks — well, he could almost call it floating — into the room and spies Scar, sitting against the wall and fiddling with red fabric. Grian blinks, and opens his eyes again with great effort. The phantoms get a little louder, for a moment. Like they know how hard he’s resisting the urge to fall asleep.

“Scar,” Grian says, and forgets to pitch it like a question.

Scar jumps hard, making a startled noise and turning wide eyes in his direction. There are dark circles hanging beneath them, about as heavy as the moon hangs in the sky, but Grian hadn’t really expected anything else. They all look like this, now. As if any of them actually think it will help.

“Grian!” Scar’s voice is thin and frazzled, and he has a hand clutching his chest as he tries to breathe evenly again after the scare. “You’re here!”

“I’m always here at night,” Grian says tiredly, and he tilts his head a little. He’s having trouble really processing whatever is currently happening. “What are you doing here?”

Scar blinks, eyes darting around until they land on his own hands, clutching loose red fabric in white-knuckled hands. Grian steps a little closer, and worries.

“I’m— Um, sewing?” Scar holds up the fabric bundle, and it unravels into something beginning to resemble a tiny coat. “Making a jacket for Jellie. Like mine.”

It’s absolutely adorable, of course, but— Well.

“In my observatory?” Grian asks, even though what he’s really asking is why. Why is he here, and not anywhere else?

Scar seems to pick up on what he’s really saying, and he slumps, tiny coat falling back into his lap. His hair sticks up in odd places, and Grian feels the strangest urge to smooth it down.

“Had a close call with some phantoms,” Scar says, glancing up through the ceiling. And then he laughs a little, some sad sort of humor twisting his mouth upwards. “And I didn’t want to go home.”

They’re going to talk about it, Grian realizes, and while he might’ve once felt dread, now he only feels relief. Even if above it all, he’s just tired.

Grian sits down across from Scar, and lets his wings hang relaxed against his back. The moon will still be there when they’re done. Unfortunately.

“You didn’t want to go home,” Grian repeats, eyes locked on Scar’s. “Why?”

Scar swallows, gaze flickering away for a moment, hands fidgeting in his lap. “I’ve been sleeping,” he says, which is such an abrupt change of topic that Grian actually doesn’t comprehend it at first.

“…Okay,” Grian says slowly, confused. “You don’t— I mean, don’t take this the wrong way, but you don’t… look too good.”

Scar actually giggles, the mad man.

“It’s the stress!” Scar says brightly, but less sun-bright and more lamp-bright. Fake. “And I didn’t say I slept well.”

“You have phantoms,” Grian says, weakly.

Scar shrugs. “I guess my sleeping isn’t good enough for them, the rascals. They still show up.”

“Scar,” Grian says, and makes sure the other is looking at him before he continues. “Are you okay?”

“The world is ending,” says Scar, with a sad little quirk of his lips.

Grian’s breath hitches. “You don’t know that.”

“We all know that.”

The sky outside the observatory window is bright white and grey. They can’t see the stars anymore. Haven’t been able to for a while. It feels fortuitous, now, that he built his own night sky. There are stars in a place where he doesn’t have to see the moon. But they aren’t real.

“We’re going to world-hop when we can’t stay anymore,” Grian says. “Xisuma’s already looking.”

“I know.” Scar knocks the back of his head gently against the wall behind him. “I just…” he trails off, lips pressed together.

Grian reaches out and touches his hand, lightly. Scar laces their fingers together, and the world shakes but they are steady.

“You just what?” Grian asks softly.

“I’m not ready,” Scar says, voice cracking and blinking back tears. “I just— I wasn’t done. I didn’t get to— I wanted to do more. I wanted—“

Scar breaks off into shaky breaths, and Grian can’t speak past the knot in his throat. Instead, he uses the hand he’s holding to pull him into a hug, letting Scar hunch over to hide his face in his shoulder. From the way his back is moving, Grian can tell he’s crying, even if he can’t hear it. Grian squeezes him tighter and closes his eyes. Scar’s trembling hands twist into the back of his sweater.

“It’s stupid,” Scar says a while later, laughing wetly into his shoulder. “We’re not— We’re not going to die. I can make stuff in the next place, but I just— It’s just—“

“It’s not stupid,” Grian says firmly, and pushes Scar back just far enough to look him sternly in the eyes. “It’s not.”

“I’m sorry,” Scar says, and wipes at his face, laughing a little again. It’s a very sad sound. “I didn’t come here to cry all over you.”

“It’s fine,” Grian says, and gives in to the urge to smooth Scar’s hair a bit. “It helps, I think. I kind of cried on you, too.” He pulls Scar’s hands away from his eyes. “And you’re allowed to be upset, you know.”

Scar blinks at him and then lets out a shaky sigh, shoulders dropping from their tense position. Grian relaxes in turn.

“Okay,” Scar says softly. “Okay.”

“You’ve done amazing things here,” Grian continues. “And you’ll do amazing things wherever we end up next.”

“Okay,” Scar repeats, and he leans his head against Grian’s shoulder again, just breathing.

They stay that way for long enough that they fall asleep, with Grian’s wings unfolding to keep them warm.

[currentlyfckingurmom]

Her Song part 22

"Oh," I breathe.

"Is that all you have to say? I just flew five hours to see you and that's all you're going to say?" she laughs.

"Flo, I just need a minute to process this."

"Take all the time you need. I can wait a little longer. You're well worth the wait." She glances down to my lips and my breath hitches.

"Okay, time's up," I say. I step closer to her and grab her waist, pulling her body towards mine. She gasps at the sudden contact, and I search her eyes for any sign of hesitation.

"Are you gonna kiss me or not?" she asks breathlessly.

"I'm enjoying the view," I respond cheekily. I feel her hand run lightly up my arm and over my back, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. Her hand finally comes to rest on the base of my neck, and she begins to pull my head closer to hers.

We lean in and I can feel her breath fanning across my lips. My heart is pounding so hard in my chest, I'm almost certain she can hear it.

A loud thump interrupts our moment and scares us so bad that we jump away from each other before our lips can meet. With furrowed eyebrows, I look towards the living room to find the source of the noise.

"Syd?" I call out as I walk towards the couch. I hear Flo following behind me, but I'm more worried about Sydney's lack of answer. "Syd," I repeat.

I walk around to the front of the couch, and see her laying on the floor, holding her head. I kneel next to her and pull her hands away from her face. "Syd, what's wrong? Talk to me please." I'm panicking but I don't let her see it, because I know I can't. I'm her mother; I have to be strong when she's hurt.

"I f-fell of the...I fell off the c- the couch," she stutters, seeming disoriented. "M-mom, my head...it hurt- it hurts."

My heart sinks. I think I forget how to breathe. I freeze. For just a moment, I freeze. But then I jump into action.

"Okay, come on, babe. Get up," I tell her. I help her stand off the floor, but it's like one side of her body isn't functioning correctly. Her left leg gives out and she begins to fall to the floor, but I catch her and pick her up.

"Y/N..." Florence begins. The look in her eyes says everything she can't. This is serious. Emergency room type of serious.

"I know." I grab my car keys off the counter. "You don't have to come. I know you probably have stuff you need to do-"

"I'm coming," she declares, leaving no room for argument. I nod and we make our way to the car. Syd falls asleep in the few minutes I'm carrying her. Florence sits in the backseat with Syd and I get in the driver's seat.

My grip on the wheel turns my knuckles white. My jaw is clenched so hard it might break. I look in the rearview mirror and Syd is leaning against Flo's side. Flo is holding her hand and rubbing her head, humming softly. The sight eases me a little bit, but not nearly enough.

We get to the hospital faster than we should have. Traffic laws be damned. As I grab Syd out of the backseat, I hand Flo a baseball cap so maybe she won't get recognized. "Thank you," she mutters.

We walk into the emergency room, Sydney on my hip and Flo walking on the other side of me. It's a blur as I speak to the nurse at the reception desk. The concerned look on his face doesn't go unnoticed by me. Something is wrong. Something has been wrong. I should've brought her here sooner.

We're stuck in the waiting room for hours. Sydney is laying across a chair, sleeping with her head on my lap. At some point, Florence grabs my shaking hand and softly rubs circles with her thumb. We don't exchange any words. What is there to say?

After two hours of waiting, we're brought to a bed in the ER. A doctor eventually comes in and does a brief checkup. Most of everything we talk about is like a dull buzz in the back of my mind. I can't stop looking at Syd. She just looks so tired.

Nausea, vomiting, fever, headaches, weakness in one side of the body, difficult speaking, sleepiness. The doctor pages the on-call neurologist. I can't breathe.

The neurologist shows up after half an hour and does a checkup. We tell him everything we told the first doctor.

Sydney gets admitted and we're brought to a room in the pediatric wing.

Florence never lets go of my hand. I'm more grateful for her steady hand in mine than she could ever imagine.

We sit in silence in the hospital room for almost an hour. I think I might get sick, but I don't. I watch Syd's sleeping form in the hospital bed, and Florence rubs small circles on my hand. I try to focus on that. On her. It helps, but not enough.

Eventually, Syd is brought to radiology for an MRI. When the neurologist comes back to the hospital room, his face is carefully neutral. It instantly puts me on edge.

Florence and I stand hand-in-hand in the hall as he talks to me. She offered to give me privacy, but I need her to keep me upright. I go pale as he explains what they found on the scans. A tumor. A brain tumor. Glioblastoma. Rare, but the most common brain tumor in adults. Aggressive. Needs to be caught early. Did we catch it early enough?

Eventually I interrupt his calm explanation. "What are the chances of survival?" My tone is quiet, calm, cold. It doesn't shake. The doctor sighs.

"You have to understand that this is a very difficult kind of brain cancer to treat. The tumor isn't in a defined area, so it's hard to identify the borders-"

"Just tell me. Don't sugarcoat it," I request evenly.

"The average 5-year survival rate in pediatric cases is 20%."

I don't say a damn thing. I look at the wall next to us. There's a chip in the paint. It's yellow and ugly against the soft baby blue color.

"I'll give you some time before we discuss treatment options," he says before he walks away. Florence gently turns me away from the wall to face her. She cups my face in her hands as tears softly drip down my cheeks. She wipes them with her thumbs without saying a word.

She pulls me against her body and I bury my head in the crook of her neck. Her strong arms wrap around me and rub my shaking body to calm the sobs. She doesn't tell me that everything will be okay. And I'm so thankful for that.