#a lot can change and boy is it nice 😁
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like publicly supporting your girl and truly just saying fuck it to all the noise around you because you’ve had enough and don’t give a fuck and found someone that makes it worth it… nurse! she’s out again!
#like this is kind of crazy 180 from like . a year ago#a lot can change and boy is it nice 😁#me when my boyfriend and girlfriend are together>
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CLARA BOW // charles leclerc - pt. 4
charles leclerc x figureskater!reader
part 1 part 2 part 3
summary: you're an aspiring olympic gold medalist who just wants to compete and have fun. on the way there, a handsome monegasque f1 driver slides into your dms and changes the trajectory of your life.
note: pt. 4 bby! i'm so excited to finally get into the main part of this story with you guys! you have no idea of the devilry i have planned 😈
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cassievilleneuve we weren't cool enough for the amex lounge 🥲
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carolinevilleneuve sleepy bears 🧸💙
y/n l/n at least my ass looks nice 🤷🏻♀️
cassievilleneuve speak for yourself i look like a potato 😭 thanks care
carolinevilleneuve anytime 😁
leclerclover43 y/n is so unserious i love her 😄 "at least my ass looks nice"
y/n l/n well it does, doesn't it?
leclerclover43 you're so right queen ofc it does 🤧
leclerclover43 also, any reason why you might be traveling?
y/n l/n 👀🤫
leclerclover43 oH
isabeau.levito vacation without me? 🥲
y/n l/n bby issy you have school!
isabeau.levito australia >>>>>>> school
isabeau.levito also, where did all these people come from? what did i miss?
carolinevilleneuve you missed the y/n x hot driver saga!? dm NOW
callsignice am i the only one wondering why y/n's going to australia literally like 4 days after the olympics ended? didn't she just get back home?
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y/n l/n cassie's man crush treated us to... whatever that is 😄
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cassievilleneuve i do NOT have a crush!!
y/n l/n bro be so fr i know more about him than i know about my own crushes 😭
sainzismysign don't be shy y/n, tell us, who's your crush 👀
y/n l/n i don't kiss and tell 😝
charles_leclerc Whatever that is it looks like a lot of sugar 😳 can i have some?
y/n l/n i'd get you some, but i don't need your trainer up in my dms threatening me 😔
charles_leclerc Andrea's an angel, I promise 🙏🏻 no threats
pierregasly Andrea, an angel? LMAO
charles_leclerc Pierre, fermez-la!
emmalechair yeah pierre let our boy shoot his shot!
carolinevilleneuve ...where did this picture come from? i don't remember going to a restaurant?
y/n l/n neither did i 😄 the man crush sent it to me
carolinevilleneuve @cassievilleneuve YOU WENT ON A DATE!?
cassievilleneuve IT WASN'T A DATE
y/n l/n liar 😆
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mclaren Live footage of @landonorris lying straight to our face after going on a date and consuming his weight in sugar.
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alllyyyssson ehem eXcUsE ME!? LANDO WENT ON A DATE!?
cecelewis ADMIN TELL US WHAT YOU KNOW
jazzyruiz admin rlly thought they could slip the "lando went on a date" at the beginning of the caption and we wouldn't notice 😭
landosleni my husband is cheating on me!?!?!
landonorris IT WASN'T A DATE
mclaren Sure it wasn't, buddy 😛
danielricciardo why you lying
neonorangepapaya LMAO dragggg him daniel!
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Melbourne Grand Prix Circuit
Melbourne, Australia
"Are you sure this is even a good idea?" Y/N bit her lip nervously, letting the hometown hero - Daniel Ricciardo - drag her down the paddock.
"Bit too late for second thoughts now, isn't it?" Daniel quipped, nodding his head at a passing mechanic.
"I'm not having second thoughts, I just... he didn't even invite me here."
"Which is the whole point of a surprise," Daniel pointed out. He turned back to look at her briefly, "By the way, where's your friend?"
At that, Y/N giggled, "With Lando. Those two have been joined at the hip ever since he picked us up from the airport."
"So it was a date!" Daniel crowed triumphantly.
"Obviously!" Y/N snickered. "What else could it have been?"
"He was telling everyone you were there too after the McLaren admin made that post."
Y/N scoffed, "Now, that's a lie! I was dead asleep in our hotel room. Cassie snuck out and I didn't find out until I woke up and saw that Lando sent me that picture, saying she was in good hands."
"I'm not surprised. I wouldn't want to be caught dead on a date with Lando either." Daniel nodded, mock thoughtfully.
Y/N giggled again, "I don't think that's why she didn't tell me."
He hummed, but refrained from saying anything else as they reached the Ferrari garage, bustling as it was with mechanics, engineers, and strategists.
Y/N came to a full stop as he called out, "Oi! Frenchman! Over here!"
An accented voice yelled back, "I'm Monegasque!", as Charles Leclerc emerged from the sea of red, clad in his own scarlet racing gear.
"Same thing," Daniel grinned, but Charles' attention was no longer on him.
"Y/N?" He blurted out in shock.
Y/N lifted a hand nervously and waved, "Hi?"
Charles stood there, staring at her like he'd seen a ghost, until someone behind him shoved him forward and he snapped out of his reverie.
"Uh, hi! Hi!" He laughed, hovering in front of her uncertainly. "What are you doing here?"
"Lando and Daniel invited me," Y/N bit her lip, cheeks reddening. "They, um- we thought it might be a nice surprise."
He didn't say anything for a moment, but just as she was getting ready to backtrack, his face broke out into a beaming smile and he pulled her into a half-hug - an uncertain one, the kind you give someone if you know them, but you don't know them enough to give them a full hug.
"Welcome to Ferrari," he stated loudly as camera flashes went off, pictures and videos recording the moment that would go viral on Twitter and Instagram for the entirety of that day. "The best team on the grid!"
tag list: @1655clean, @norwayxo, @thecubanator2, @theendofthematerialgworl, @c-losur3, @lightdragonrayne
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okay since ur req is open rn i have an idea and ofc i don’t mind waiting, take ur time w it! basically it’s a neteyam x reader angst + fluff (oblivious idiots + opposites attract trope) whereby reader is loak’s bestfriend, who also has a crush on neteyam but keeps it a secret bcs she thought neteyam sees her as another troublesome little sibling like loak but what she doesn’t know is that neteyam also has a crush on her but he thought she sees him only as loak’s boring and non adventurous older brother. idk how it should go from that but can you please PLEASE ends it w fluff 🙏 thank you in advance! feel free to change anything and take as much time as you’d need bby 💓
Thank you for your request anon! 😁 I got on to this a lot quicker than I thought as my ideas for it came to me & boy did it just flow! I thought it was going to be a quick drabble, but holy moly, how have I ended up with 11.3k words of angst, drama, romance & sweet, sweet fluff! I hope you love it, anon! And I hope everyone else enjoys it too!
"Your Best Friend's Brother"
Pairing: Neteyam x fem!Omatikaya Reader
No warnings apply - Just a boat-load of angst, drama, protective & possessive Neteyam, romance & toe-curling fluff.
Again, I personally do not like the use of 'Y/N' so your name in this is 'Kalia' (pronounced KAA-lee-yah).
Language note - paskalin means 'sweet berry' and it's a term of endearment.
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~~ Neteyam’s POV ~~
Neteyam trudged through the verdant underbrush of the woodlands following the sound of playful slapping and squealing in the distance where he was sure he would find you and Lo’ak. He rolled his eyes with a sigh, wondering what mischief and hazardous activities you would both be getting up to today. Fiddling with the string of his bow across his front, he readjusted his bow to sit more comfortably across his torso. The little leather pack that contained his carving implements and bow oil bounced lightly at his hip as he walked.
Granted, it was nice having days off from his warriors’ duties. Group hunts and patrols could be strenuous depending on the game being hunted and the distance travelled, so the days where he could just relax on home ground and let loose were appreciated. Until his parents foisted the responsibility of keeping Lo’ak out of trouble on him…
Lo’ak was only a year younger than him, but Neteyam often ruminated and marvelled at how his brother’s maturity level was still leagues behind his own. Of course, being the oldest child did force one to grow up a little too quickly, but at already seventeen years of age, one would think that Lo’ak would have a better compass and not such a huge proclivity for getting into trouble.
If Neteyam was honest, the only thing that made the days he had to babysit his brother bearable was you.
You and Lo’ak might as well be joined at the hip. The best of friends since you could both walk, everywhere Lo’ak went, you went with him. Every stupid little game or dangerous stunt Lo’ak pulled, you were right there beside him. You had always tagged along with Lo’ak and his other siblings. So, for the longest time, Neteyam had not thought much of the way things were and it had not bothered him; you and Lo’ak, the disruptive duo.
However, things had begun to shift ever so subtly for Neteyam as he grew older, as you all did, growing and maturing into young adults. The older he got, the more he noticed you. His body started to react and respond to you in a way that made him increasingly aware that he was a young man and you were a young woman.
Neteyam began to notice the way your beautiful braids brushed the small of your back. He began to notice the enticing way your slim waist flared out to the curve of your hips and your bottom; the soft rounds of your breasts behind your clothing…
It had hit him quite suddenly one evening and things had never been the same since.
*** FLASHBACK ***
“Kalia!” Neteyam heard Tuk cry gleefully. His little sister bounced through his family’s shelter to throw herself at you, uncaring of the thumping impact she made against your thighs. Your laugh was jovial as you bent to give Tuk a hug, expertly balancing the wooden platter you held in your other hand.
Neteyam watched as you greeted his parents politely at the threshold, stepping into the space only when his mother welcomed you in with a wave of her hand. Neytiri embraced you affectionately and returned your greeting, “Oel ngati kameie, Kalia. Come in. What wonderful food have you brought to spoil us with today?”
The wooden platter held two mounds, one much bigger than the other, both wrapped in cooking cloth. You gently set the platter down in the centre of the space where the food mats were, “Mother and I have been practising making tumpasuk (red-orange berry) sweet bread. This batch was quite successful so we thought we’d share.”
“Ah, you know your cooking is always welcome in my household.” Jake sniggered, patting his belly enthusiastically.
Reaching back towards the platter, you picked up the smaller wrapped mound of bread and rose to your feet. Neteyam saw you scan the vicinity and his heart gave an involuntary skip when your vivid green eyes eventually landed on him and your gazes locked. A small smile played across your lips and he was suddenly drawn to how succulent they looked, a thought that made his ears heat in embarrassment.
You made your way towards him and Neteyam had to make a conscious effort to close his mouth and school his expression into one of nonchalance, lest his face betray the sensual thoughts that his brain had begun to annotate about you as you approached. You had grown very pretty in recent years and despite the nuisance that you and Lo’ak always presented, Neteyam realised that you had always been a very sweet girl. A very sweet, very pretty girl.
“Hey Neteyam,” Your voice was a tender lilt in his ears and he lifted his hands to receive the small mound as you held the sweet treat out to him in both of yours, “This one is for you.”
Neteyam swallowed tightly, hoping the heat in his cheeks and ears were not colouring his skin too obviously, “Thanks, Kalia. I’m sure it’ll taste amazing, as always.”
The soft peal of your giggling tickled his ears then and Neteyam had to resist the urge to reach out and stroke your cheek. Your cyan skin looked so smooth and he was willing to bet that it would be warm and silken beneath his fingertips. The little points of your canines peaked out endearingly from behind your upper lip as you grinned and Neteyam’s nose was suddenly perceptive of an alluring scent that he knew was not the sweetbread in his hands.
“I put more dried tumpasuk berries in yours, as well a little extra rock sugar. I know you like yours sweeter.” You murmured quietly to him.
Neteyam returned your smile, silently allowing himself to bask in the feeling of being looked after specially by you. “I do, you’re right. Thanks again.”
“Hey!” Lo’ak’s voice grated from off to the side, “Why does Neteyam always get his own special treat? I thought I was your best friend!”
“You are, which is why it’s you and I that always get up to no good together.” You agreed heartily, “But your poor brother is the one who has to put up with our shit, so I figured we better thank him?”
Neteyam’s heart sank a little. Oh, was that why he always got his own treat? You were just thanking him as Lo’ak’s babysitter big brother. He suddenly felt a lot less special than he did a few moments ago…
*** FLASHBACK END ***
That had been just over a year ago and ever since then, Neteyam had grown more and more critical of your friendship with Lo’ak. Your spirited friendship with his brother seemed more at odds now to him than it ever had before. You had matured into a young woman who appeared to have her head screwed on the right way, kind-hearted and generous with good instincts. Yet all of this seemed to vaporise into thin air the moment you were around Lo’ak.
Neteyam did not understand why you persisted on accompanying his brother on his silly little escapades, playing stupid games like seeing who could pinch and punch the other the hardest. By Eywa, Neteyam had wanted to punch Lo’ak the day he had seen the bruises and marks he had left on your shoulders and arms. The thought of someone intentionally causing you pain and marring your beautiful skin made his blood boil, even though he knew that you had willingly participated in the ridiculous exercise.
But most of all, Neteyam hated the way Lo’ak’s recklessness endangered you.
Not that this meant he cared any less for Lo’ak’s safety than yours. He loved his brother and all his other siblings immensely and there was a natural desire on his part to keep them all safe. However, his impulse to protect you felt different. It was not rooted in the same place of familial love and affection he felt for his siblings. Instead, the strong urge he felt to protect you rather stemmed from his attraction to you as a male was to a female he was interested in.
If Neteyam had his way, you would never go on another irresponsible adventure with Lo’ak ever again. And this put him at odds with his brother. However, he acknowledged that getting in the way of your friendship would be wrong and he knew it would sour things overall for all three of you.
Neteyam had to find a way to curb this newfound possessiveness that he felt for you. You were not his and he was nothing more to you than your best friend’s older brother. His role was to keep an eye on Lo’ak; keep Lo’ak out of trouble and he would keep you out of trouble by default. Simple as that. Nothing more.
Your squeals and peals of laughter became clearer as Neteyam rounded the corner of a lush coppice into a glade of fyìpmaut (squid fruit) trees. Sure enough, as expected, there were you and Lo’ak, chasing each other round the glade with bits of squashed fruit in your fists, stained almost from head to toe in bright pink squid fruit residue.
Perhaps this was a good time to tell you both that fyìpmaut fruit juice stained almost permanently on whatever it came into contact with…
~~ Your POV ~~
“Lo’ak, you sucker!” You yelled out, darting out of the way as Lo’ak attempted to grab hold of you to smear you further with squid fruit, “I’ve got way more fruit on you than you have on me!”
“Yeah? Well I beat you earlier at seed-spitting, so we’re even.”
The glade of squid fruit trees were in high season currently, the trees around you bursting with bright purple fruit. The fruit hung in bunches, much like utumauti (banana fruit). Each piece of fruit was like a long, squidgy antenna, full of magenta coloured flesh that had five or six stony seeds in them.
Fresh from your run through the woodlands earlier with rumbling stomachs, it had been Lo’ak’s idea to stop and feast on your find. What had begun as a sweet and innocent snack-stop had soon turned playful when Lo’ak had challenged you to see who could spit the seeds the furthest. Seeds were spat, a winner was crowned and then you, against your better judgement, had decided to hurl a handful of pulverised fruit at him. War then ensued, which led you both to the present moment, sticky, breathless and dyed bright pink.
Lo’ak flung another piece of squashed fruit at you, which you only just managed to duck out of the way of, laughing, “Ok, alright! Truce?”
Your best friend snorted at the sight of you, “You’ve got it all up in your hair. You’re going to have to scrub your braids out and re-do them all!”
You launched yourself at Lo’ak, tackling him to the ground in a jumble of mock hisses and snarls, before a familiar voice plucked you both out of your tussle.
“Mum is going to twist your ears so hard they’ll fall off, Lo’ak.”
Startled, you shot to your feet at Neteyam’s voice. Self-consciousness overwhelmed you and you avoided meeting his gaze. Great Mother, you must look a mess… Did Lo’ak just say you had fruit in your hair?... You began a futile attempt to clean up by swiping at the bits of fruit on your arms and legs, trying to flick and rub the tacky mess from your skin and clothing.
“Ah, here comes the killjoy. Why is Mum going to twist my ears, bro?” Lo’ak queried, joining you at your side, following your lead and partaking in a fruitless attempt to clean up.
Neteyam’s toned legs came into your downcast view as he stepped up to the pair of you, and you instinctively looked up to acknowledge him. Your saliva dried up in your mouth as it always did when you laid eyes on him. Your quiet crush on him was getting rather out of hand in the confines of your own consciousness. You would never admit to all the times you had daydreamed girlishly of Neteyam, of all the things a girl wanted a boy she liked to do to her; holding his hand; a slow dance in the fading light of a dying bonfire; a kiss…
You had never admitted your feelings to anyone and especially not to Lo’ak. He would never let you live it down, crushing on his older brother. Though you knew Lo’ak had his suspicions about the way you felt.
Lo’ak thought his older brother was a dull and uninspiring killjoy, but if you were honest, you found that Neteyam’s maturity only added to the already large number of reasons you found him attractive. He was gentle, thoughtful, extremely loyal to those he cared about and one of the most skilled warriors the Omatikaya had ever seen. And he was very handsome… compassionate, intellectual, with a lovely deep voice… Your list went on.
“Squid fruit juice stains.” Neteyam stated matter-of-factly, “It’s going to take a lot of scrubbing to get it off your skin. As for your clothing, the stains will never wash out of cloth. These clothes you’re wearing are ruined, both of you.”
You heard Lo’ak bite back a curse as he fiddled with the fabric of his loincloth. It had been a lovely moss green before, but thanks to the addition of the squid fruit juice, it was now a rather unappealing shade of splotchy browns. You sighed, looking at your own ruined chest covering and loincloth. Your clothing had been a shade of lilac and while the magenta-coloured fruit juice did not contrast quite as jarringly against the fabric of your clothing as it did on Lo’ak’s, the stains were still clearly stains. There was no way the splodges would ever pass for artistic embellishment.
“At least, we didn’t get up to any dangerous shit today.” Lo’ak mused, elbowing Neteyam who sprang away lightly from his juice-covered brother with a chuckle.
“Good. We don’t need a repeat of the rock slide incident from the other week.” Neteyam cautioned, pursing his lips, “You could have both gotten really hurt from that.”
“Eh, it was fine. Kalia rolled out of the way in the end, didn’t you?” Lo’ak slapped you heavy-handedly on the back and you winced slightly in pain.
“It was a very close shave. And watch your strength, bro. Don’t be so rough with her.” The rebuke from Neteyam was delivered in an even tone, but there was an authority behind it that made Lo’ak roll his eyes.
“We should probably go and wash as best as we can before heading home.” You exhaled, feeling the stick of the fruit juice between your fingers, “The juice is starting to dry and it’s getting itchy.”
Neteyam was eyeing you up and down with an insouciant expression that betrayed very little of what he might be thinking and feeling in that moment. You were used to this. Neteyam very rarely displayed strong emotion or had dramatic reactions. He was always calm and collected. If Lo’ak was a jaunty and splashing stream, Neteyam was a deep and tranquil lake.
However, his intent gaze only fired the coals of your self-consciousness and you began to pick worriedly through the soiled braids of your hair. You realised then that there were small, drying bits of fruit still clinging to the backs of your fingers, and you stuck your fingers into your mouth one by one, trying to the best of your efforts to suck them clean.
You heard Neteyam suck in a deep breath through his nose and he spun away from you, beginning to amble back the way he came, “There’s a split in the stream farther back where you can both wash. Come on, we want to get back before eclipse.”
Heat flushed your face and ears and you swallowed the lump of shame in your throat. You probably looked absolutely feral, covered in gummy fruit bits and your hair all dishevelled. What girl ever wanted the boy she had a crush on to see her like this? You cursed your short-sightedness. You had known today was Neteyam’s day off and that you would likely see him.
You took a lot of pride in your appearance usually. Your mother always ensured your braids were impeccably done and you had an array of jewellery and clothing that you enjoyed picking through, deciding what you wanted to wear from day to day. Part of the reason was because you enjoyed being well put together, and the other reason was that you wanted to look good for your best friend’s older brother.
Following Lo’ak and Neteyam as they began their walk back to the stream, you mentally chastised yourself. Neteyam probably thought of you as a second nuisance. He already had Lo’ak to contend with from day to day and there you always were, getting into messy situations right along with him. You knew it did not make you look good, but you loved hanging out with Lo’ak. He was your dearest friend and he made you laugh with all his folly.
Reaching the split in the stream, Neteyam nodded towards one side, “Lo’ak and I will take this side. You can wash on the other. We’ll all meet back here when we’re done.”
“OK, got it.” You nodded in understanding.
“Kalia?”
You turned to face Neteyam at the sound of your name, your ears twitching curiously as you wondered why he had called out again.
Neteyam shot you a toothy grin and he chuckled, clearly tickled by something, “Make sure you wash your face really well. You’ve still got squid fruit pieces on your nose and forehead.”
Mortified, your hands flew to your face and sure enough, your fingers met something stodgy in the centre of your forehead. Cursing under your breath you turned on heel and strode for the stream on your side, secretly enjoying the sound of Neteyam’s husky laughter even though it made your cheeks burn in embarrassment.
Wading into the stream, you stopped once the cool water pooled around your hips, not wanting to go any deeper. You had never been comfortable in deep or rushing water. From childhood, you had always had an irrational fear of water. All attempts to teach you to swim had failed, as a result. You could tread water at best, but that could not be considered proper swimming. No matter, you had never held any desire to join the fisherfolk in their work hunting fish and gathering other river prey anyway.
Reaching to draw a cupful of water in your hands, you splashed yourself all over to moisten your skin. You began your arduous process of intently cleaning the fruit stains from your skin, knowing that this was the easy part. Washing your hair would be an even bigger task. You cleaned gently around a bad scrape on your left elbow, careful not to dislodge the healing scab that had formed there.
In the repetitive monotony of splashing, scrubbing and dunking, it was easy for your thoughts to drift back to that fateful day a few weeks ago when you earned that scrape. You had acquired several other grazes and cuts on your thighs and knees that same day too. It was also one of the few days you had ever seen Neteyam abandon his usually measured and composed demeanour in a rare display of emotion…
*** FLASHBACK ***
“I’ve got more rocks than you do.” You teased in a sing-song voice as you watched Lo’ak eye the broken cliff face before you, trying to decide which piece of rock he wanted to dislodge next.
“Yeah, but the rocks in my pile are bigger.” Lo’ak countered, “They’re riskier moves than the tiny little pebbles you’ve picked off.”
It was a dicey game you were playing, and once again it was all Lo’ak’s idea. There was an overhanging arch on the damaged cliff face that stood before you and the aim was to take turns dislodging as many rocks as possible before the overhang crumbled down.
“I thought that the person with the most rocks when the overhang crumbles, wins? Not the person with the biggest rocks.”
Sticking his tongue out at you, Lo’ak picked another hefty looking stone and set his foot on it, attempting to dislodge it with his body’s weight, “Nah, I’ve changed the rules. Person with the most amount of big rocks wins.”
Several smaller stones crumbled from the overhang, smacking and rolling loudly onto the ground in a precarious song of warning at the danger they were trifling with.
“That’s so unfair, you skxawng!” You whined peevishly, “You can’t change the rules partway through the game! Stop being a dick.”
“How about the both of you just stop entirely?” Neteyam’s voice called out as he appeared at the treeline. He had left the two of you for a bit to go down to the river to refill all your waterskins, and look what mischief you had both managed to get up to in that short span of time.
Lo’ak threw his arms up in the air, exasperated, “Nah, don’t ruin the fun, Neteyam. I’ve almost won anyway!”
“Are you kidding me, bro?” Neteyam exclaimed, aghast as he looked from his brother to you and then to your respective piles of rock, “Stop right now. That overhang is going to fall at any moment and it’s dangerous. Get away from there.”
“That’s the whole point, bro! We’re trying to see who can dislodge the most rocks before it crumbles.”
“Is it the most rocks or the biggest rocks?! You keep changing it!” You squealed in frustration. Both you and Lo’ak had strong competitive streaks, and neither of you liked losing.
Sensing your genuine upset, Lo’ak acquiesced and proposed a final tie-break challenge, “Alright, alright! How about this? You see that big rock over by you and this big one here by me? Whoever dislodges it first wins the whole game, once and for all. Never mind our piles.”
“No, no way. Stop it, both of you. We’re leaving now!” Neteyam hissed gravely.
However, neither you nor Lo’ak were paying him any attention. Narrowing your eyes at your best friend, you considered his proposal. You looked at the size of the rock Lo’ak had picked out for you, noted its position and then looked over at the rock he had assigned himself. Yours appeared to be in a better position. It was not wedged in as tightly to the cliff face as his was. You reckoned you could do it.
“Deal.” You called out to Lo’ak, who hooted in triumph despite Neteyam’s snarl of vexation at his side.
Both of you got stuck in immediately, feet and hands all intent on dislodging your respective rocks. Yours wobbled in its spot and you barked out a laugh of impending victory.
Several small rocks fell from overhead then and a thunderous crash echoed from above. What happened next happened so quickly that you were unsure if it had been your rock or Lo’ak’s that had caused the aftermath. The overhang disintegrated in a flash and a slew of mud and jagged rocks came pouring at speed over the edge where the overhang had been.
A cry of surprise left you and you stumbled backwards, tripping and falling painfully onto your side. Instinctively you rolled away from the surge of the rock slide and curled into foetal position, hands and arms over your head with your knees pressed to your chest.
The deafening roar of the rock slide dissipated, leaving a swirling cloud of dust and debris. Its gritty and granular texture stung your nose and you thought you could feel the grainy scratch of the tainted air all the way down your windpipe and into your lungs as you coughed violently.
Slowly uncurling your form, you tested your joints in small movements. You were scratched and scraped, but nothing felt broken or seriously injured. You could faintly make out Lo’ak and Neteyam’s worried voices as they called out to you, and you responded through a tickly throat, “I’m here! I’m OK!”
The rock slide was massive. It had divided you and separated you from the boys where you all stood in a raised wall of rock and mud. Thankfully you were out in the open and so you were not trapped. You just had to climb over the wreckage to get back to the other side.
You saw the rocks at the uppermost part of the wreckage shift and Neteyam’s head poked over the peak, closely followed by Lo’ak who cried, “Oh, shit! Kalia!”
The pair of brothers climbed gingerly over the apex of the wreckage, sliding downward on the slope towards you.
Neteyam reached you first though and you were gradually helped to your feet by his strong and firm hands. His eyes were wide and his breaths rushed from him in harsh pants while he checked you over. He circled you, gently lifting your arms as he went around, looking for any sign of serious injury. He crouched down then to look at the grazes on your legs.
You were a little shaken by the scare of the rock slide, but you were fine and you patted Neteyam’s hands where they clutched at your hips, his eyes focused on a graze along your thigh, “I’m fine, Neteyam. Nothing is broken. They’re only skin wounds.”
His eyes locked with yours for a few moments and they blazed with fury in their golden depths. He rose to his feet and you were prepared for him to berate you, but he swivelled around to Lo’ak instead and unleashed his ire, “You fucking moron! What were you thinking? No, I’ll tell you what, you weren’t thinking! This could have ended so much worse than it has! You should know better than this!”
Lo’ak shrivelled under his brother’s wrath and Neteyam returned his livid eyes to you, “You should know better. Both of you!”
Neteyam was almost vibrating with his rage. His nose was wrinkled and his upper lip was curled back in a snarl. You shrank at the sight, your shame consuming you as his words sunk in. He was right; you and Lo’ak had been extremely reckless.
Frankly, you were lucky to have escaped with your lives.
*** FLASHBACK END ***
That was another thing that you discovered you adored about Neteyam. He forgave easily and he never held a grudge.
You smiled to yourself at the thought. Neteyam had been angry for all of ten minutes at most, before he reverted to his usual caring and concerned self. You appreciated his kindly nature for what it was. Lo’ak, on the other hand, enjoyed pushing people’s buttons and you knew he took his brother’s forgiving nature for granted by always testing his boundaries.
The true blue of your own skin stared back at you as you surveyed your torso and your limbs. Your face felt fresh and your hair, though sopping wet, no longer felt tacky. Satisfied with your scrubbing efforts, you waded back to the mossy bank of the stream where your clothing lay. You had tried to wash those too, but no amount of scouring and wringing had freed the stains from the cloth.
Dressing quickly, you met the boys back at the agreed spot.
Lo’ak’s skin still looked purple in places and his jaw dropped at the squeaky-clean sight of you, “How’d you get all of it off you like that?”
You gloated a little at your job well done and smirked at him, “Good and proper scrubbing. Something you’d know nothing about. If you did, you’d smell better in general too.”
The comment elicited an offended gasp from Lo’ak and a hearty laugh from Neteyam who, despite having not partaken in their juicy fruit war, had also taken the opportunity to bathe.
“I don’t smell bad!” Lo’ak protested, chest puffing with indignance.
You laughed and teased your friend further, “No, you don’t smell bad, but you don’t smell good either.”
Neteyam stepped up to you then and your breath hitched on your next inhale. You hoped he had not noticed. Unlike his brother, Neteyam smelled very good to you. He scent was a clean musk like fresh forest greenery with a tinge of something spicy underneath.
“You did a good job scrubbing, but you missed a spot.” The rich depth of Neteyam’s voice swept over you like a warm caress and you held your breath like you had somehow lost the ability to respire like a normal person. You saw him reach out with a hand and then his thumb swiped slowly and deliberately at something high on your forehead near your hairline.
His hand pulled away and you registered a small pink glob of squid fruit on his thumb just as said thumb disappeared into his mouth to suck the digit clean. Neteyam’s intense gaze never left yours as he pulled his thumb unhurriedly from between his lips. A delightful shiver raced down your spine, and your girlish daydreams churned their way to the forefront of your mind when you saw his tongue dart out to lick his lips one last time.
Neteyam turned then to lead the trio of you away back towards home and you vaguely registered your numb and tingling legs following suit alongside Lo’ak.
A revolted groan sounded from Lo’ak and it pulled you back to reality from the daydream you had been immersed in. Your head pivoted to meet his face, which was contorted into a disgusted moue, “What is it, Lo’ak?”
“Stop eyeing up my brother’s ass.”
Your mouth dropped open in shock. Truthfully, you had been admiring Neteyam’s rear, but you were not about to admit that. Scrambling for cover and trying to worm your way out of the hole you had found yourself in, you stuttered, “I wasn’t! I was looking at his- umm, at his-”
“Ass.” Lo’ak supplied again, deadpan.
“No!” You hissed under your breath. Neteyam was walking a little way ahead of the both of you, but you were careful to keep your volume down. “I was looking at his tail!”
A sarcastic scoff was your best friend’s response and he eyed you calculatingly, his expression dripping with his disbelief, “Because tails are so interesting. Come on, Kalia, don’t lie to me. I know you find my brother attractive. I’ve seen the way you look at him.”
Stubborn and resolute in your plan not to admit the truth, you shook your head, “Nope.”
Lo’ak laughed, the stray beaded braid that wasn’t tucked behind his ear swinging charmingly with the movements of his head, “Oh, so I suppose you just look at everyone like that? All moony-eyed? Hell, do you look at my ass like that when I’m not looking?”
“Eww! No! Gross!”
What ensued was a series of pinches, slaps and squeals as you squabbled. Neteyam halted in his tracks and he turned to see what all the commotion was about with a questioning look on his face.
Unable to resist the opportunity for another jibe at you, Lo’ak called out to him, “Oi, turn back around bro. You’re ruining the view.”
You felt the blood rush to your face and ears and you knew instantly that you were flushing a deep shade of violet. You slapped the back of Lo’ak’s thigh hard and satisfaction bloomed within you when he gave a pained yowl in reaction to it.
~~ Neteyam’s POV ~~
Seeing that you were both just bickering again as you often were, Neteyam gave a weary shake of his head and resumed walking. He had missed the meaning of Lo’ak’s cryptic comment, but he had not missed the deep blush staining its way across your smooth cheeks. He smiled to himself. You looked so beautiful when you blushed.
The bright pink of the squid fruit juice against your blue skin earlier had also coloured your complexion a lovely purple hue and it had reminded him very much of your blushing skin. The fruit juice had been smeared all over you; in your hair, on your face, your neck, your chest… And you had looked like a mouth-watering mess to him.
Neteyam felt saliva pool in his cheeks at the memory. By Eywa, he had wanted to clean your skin off himself with his own mouth and tongue. He had wanted to kiss you and taste the sweetness of the squid fruit on your plump lips. He had wanted to lick the gummy bits of fruit from your slender fingers and trail his tongue over every stained part of you until you were clean.
When you had sucked your own fingers into your mouth in the next moment, his thoughts had darkened even further. The sight of your succulent lips wrapped around your fingertips had been incredibly arousing, and he had forced himself to turn away when the next image his very male brain had supplied was of your sweet lips wrapped around something else of his.
He halted his thoughts immediately at the recollection. This had to stop. He had to find a way to distract himself from hankering after you. You were his baby brother’s best friend, for goodness sake.
A feeling of futility swamped Neteyam when the next remark his brain supplied in response to his previous statement was ‘so what?’
***~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~***
A few months later
Neteyam sat leaning against the softer, peeling bark of kelutral (Hometree) on one of the upper boughs. He had returned from the day’s patrol not long ago and the soft light of partial eclipse streamed in dappled rays from the leafy canopy above.
Polishing the wood of his bow was one of the few things he found therapeutic in life. It was a mundane task and repetitive in nature, but it relaxed him and gave him time to just think and be. The slightly, nutty scent of the bow oil he was using was also a comforting smell that reminded him of who he was (a mighty warrior, firstborn son of the olo’eyktan) and it grounded him in those facts.
A much more saccharine scent tinged the air around him then and Neteyam’s ears twitched, alerted to the approach of someone from the branches below him. A loaf-shaped parcel, smelling absolutely delicious and wrapped in cooking cloth was carefully placed next to his thigh and he smiled, “Hey Kalia.”
Shifting to peer downward over the edge of his seat, Neteyam met your lovely green eyes which glimmered currently with something he could not decipher in their depths.
You grinned toothily at him and your tone was earnest, “Are you busy? I don’t want to impose.”
“Nah, I’m just chilling.” Neteyam replied, patting the space next to him and watching with a genial smile as you eagerly hopped up to join him at his invitation. He picked the loaf-shaped gift up and cocked his head at you, “What’s this for? It’s your birthday tomorrow, not mine. Why are you giving me a treat?”
Your teeth nibbled at your lower lip and you turned beseeching eyes at him, “I know you like utumauti cake so I set some aside for you from the batch I made this morning. I need your help.”
“Ahh, so this is bribery, is it?” Neteyam taunted mildly, regarding you through narrowed eyes.
“Well, kind of, but not really. I would have saved you some cake anyway even if I didn’t have a favour to ask.”
“I’m just teasing you.” Neteyam’s chuckle was warm, “You know you don’t have to bribe me to help you out. What do you need?”
Tender affection swelled in his chest as he watched you beam at him in excitement at what you were about to ask. Neteyam realised in that moment that he would do just about anything to see you smile, to make you happy. He enjoyed your cooking and the little treats you left him, but they were unnecessary. You had an unlimited supply of favours from him, as far as he was concerned.
You were almost bouncing next to him with your delight as you spoke, “The river trout are migrating currently and I want to see them tonight down at fkewkxor (mighty waterfall). My parents said I could go, but only if you came with me.”
The annual river trout migration passed through Omatikaya territory each year as they swam downstream through the nearby river. The migration was a stunning vision after eclipse at the falls, the bioluminescence of the masses of trout rippling in a multihued display as they made their journey down towards and over the falls before carrying on their way.
Neteyam’s agreement fell easily from his lips. He was more than happy to accompany you tonight, “Sure. Of course I’ll come with you.” However, before his imagination could begin to conjure up delightful little fantasies of how he would spend his time alone with you this evening, a maddeningly familiar voice called from below.
“Did he say yes? Can we go tonight?” Lo’ak.
Irritation flared through him and Neteyam almost sagged in disappointment. He was conscious of keeping his expression cool though. Of course Lo’ak would be coming. He was your best friend. But you both needed a chaperone to go out after eclipse and that was where he fit into the picture. It seemed you had picked up on his annoyance anyway and you wrinkled your nose sheepishly at him, eyes beseeching.
With a long-suffering sigh, Neteyam called down to his brother, “Yes, I’ll take you both tonight! I’ll meet you at the ikran rookery after last meal and we’ll go then.”
You let out a gleeful squeal and pumped your fist into the air, and Neteyam could not help the grin that wormed its way across his cheeks at your elation. You were thanking him profusely and were just about to slip off the bough to leave him to his peace, when he took your hand to get your attention. The little gasp of surprise you emitted was endearing.
Neteyam squeezed your hand gently, his thumb rubbing in fond strokes across your knuckles, “Only because it’s your birthday tomorrow.”
He released your hand and you thanked him one more time with an appreciative smile, “Thanks, Neteyam. It means a lot. I hope you like the cake.”
***~~~***
~~ Your POV ~~
The spectacle was breathtaking. The swell of the frothing rapids at the mouth of the waterfall was a foamy contrast against the rippling flashes of bioluminescent colour from the trout beneath the surface. You could not make out the individual fish, but the polychromatic mass of them made it look like the water was alive with colour. The entire waterfall glowed in the darkness of eclipse and you could hardly believe your eyes at what you were seeing.
Neteyam had led the three of you to an enormous tree that grew almost right by the mouth of the waterfall. The tree’s boughs and branches extended and hung out over the waterfall itself, making it a prime viewing spot. Your cheeks hurt at how wide you were smiling and even Neteyam seemed just as enamoured by the vision where he stood next to you.
The trout migration was a beautiful sight, but Neteyam was beautiful too.
Neteyam was entirely focused on the spectacle before him and it gave you a perfect opportunity to stare. You knew staring was rude, but only if you were caught, right?
In the low light of eclipse, his skin almost appeared a richer shade of blue, his darker stripes a complementary cobalt against his cyan skin. The bioluminescent tanhì (freckles) on his face sparkled bright like stars in the night sky like his own unique set of constellations. Your eyes tracked his tanhì on their journey down his striking form; over his shoulder, down his well-muscled chest and abdomen; down to his hip and toned thighs…
“I thought you wanted to come here to watch the trout.”
Your head snapped up to Neteyam’s face and you found him watching you, watching him. Mortification shot through you at being caught, and your brain was blank and useless in that moment, completely unhelpful at finding something to say. You must have looked very much like a trout then with your wide, unblinking eyes, your mouth opening and closing wordlessly…
Neteyam was still watching you intently, but there was a hint of something in his eyes, something you had not seen before; something playful and hot and utterly male. It made your skin prickle with a delicious heat and made flutters burst in your stomach.
You broke the eye contact, embarrassed, and your words finally returned to you again though they were not exactly coherent, “I did! I do- I am- It’s just- Just thank you.”
You chanced a glance at him again and a corner of his lips quirked upward. Neteyam dipped his head downward, his chin lowering, but his eyes never left yours as he watched you. You shivered at the look. He looked like a hunter about to capture his prey…
“Holy shit! You have to come up here. The view is amazing and there are no lower branches in the way of your eyeline.” Lo’ak exclaimed from several branches up, “Come on, guys!”
Excited, you climbed your way up to meet him with Neteyam following close behind.
The branch Lo’ak stood on was a younger branch near the top of the tree’s canopy. It was not as thick and impervious as the older boughs lower down, but it appeared to be holding Lo’ak’s weight just fine. You hopped nimbly up onto it and began gingerly making your way down it towards Lo’ak who had his hand waiting outstretched for you. The branch bowed ever so slightly and it swayed under your feet as it adjusted to your added weight. You halted your steps.
Neteyam’s voice was a low warning from behind you where he remained next to the tree’s trunk, “This branch isn’t going to hold you both. Come back this way Kalia.”
Lo’ak, as usual, held a conflicting opinion, “Aww man, don’t worry bro, yes it will. It’s a little bendy, that’s all.”
You looked between the two brothers who both had one hand stretched out to you now as you stood in the middle. Neteyam was shaking his head in a reiteration of his point, his golden eyes fierce, impelling you to return to safety. Lo’ak’s expression was nonchalant, his eyebrows raised awaiting your approach.
In the end it was Lo’ak’s next words that sealed the deal, “Come on, Kalia, don’t be a wuss.”
You never backed down from a challenge, especially not from Lo’ak. You were not a wuss and so you turned towards him and took the several steps required the rest of the way to grasp his hand.
The branch pitched downward with a little wobble under your combined weight, but it held.
A triumphant ululation trilled from Lo’ak and he laughed, “See? I told you it’d be fine.”
You breathed out a quiet ‘wow’ as the new vantage point afforded you a clear and unimpeded view of the entire waterfall in all its phantastic glory, just as Lo’ak had said. However the branch you were on was not wide enough for both of you stand side by side, and it was a little awkward peering from around his shoulder.
Seeing your position, Lo’ak looked up at the branch above him and he grinned at you, “Here, I’ll hop out of the way so you can see better.”
The next few moments passed in a sluggish blur for you, almost as if time had slowed to a snail’s pace. The last thing you heard was Neteyam’s panicked cry of, “Lo’ak, no!”, before Lo’ak sprang upward from in front of you, reaching for the branch above to pull himself up and out of the way.
The sickening crunch of wood splintering followed as the force of Lo’ak’s well-meaning spring shattered the weight limits of the branch beneath you. Abruptly, your feet were no longer grounded as you saw the broken branch fall away. Gravity sank its sharp talons into you and then you were plummeting too towards the majestic but treacherous waters that lay in wait below.
The last thing you felt was your breath tearing from your squeezing lungs and forcing its way up your throat in a choking scream.
~~ Neteyam’s POV ~~
The piercing sound of your terrified scream echoed through the woods and Neteyam watched, petrified, as your frame was swallowed by the thunderous falls.
“Fuck, KALIA!” Lo’ak’s own screech was hoarse as he pulled himself up all the way onto the branch above. He appeared a hair’s breadth away from diving in after you when Neteyam stopped him.
He was not about to let his brother risk his own life any further, but Neteyam held no such reservations about himself, “No, Lo’ak! Stay here, you skxawng! Call for help if we don’t surface!”
It was a perilous endeavour, but what choice did he have? There was no time to waste thinking. You were down there and he needed to get to you. With his heart galloping in his chest and his heart whispering prayer after prayer to Eywa to keep you alive, Neteyam leapt from the broken stump of a branch and into the raging falls after you.
Tucking his head as his body speared into a downward dive, Neteyam felt the force of thundering water hit him before he was submerged under the surface. All around him were roiling bubbles and scattering trout as they endeavoured to avoid the foreign creature that had just invaded their environment. There was no sense of direction; he had no idea which way was up and which way was down. Neteyam felt trapped in the never-ending churn of the water, but he reached and pulled against the water with his arms and kicked out with his legs nevertheless.
Neteyam’s sole concern was you. Great Mother, he had promised to keep you safe…
You had only been allowed to go out tonight because you were under his watch; you had been entrusted into his care. His thoughts were frantic… Please Eywa, help me… help her! Help me reach her!
Neteyam realised the trout around him were upright and swimming in the same direction, which was a good sign. It meant he was the right way up. Having regained his sense of direction, he doubled down on his focus. He could not see any sign of you beneath the water, though it was difficult looking through shoals of trout. Reaching the river’s bottom, Neteyam kicked off it and propelled himself towards the surface for a breath of air.
Breaching the surface, Neteyam’s head spun around looking for you. Nothing. He dove under again, continuing his search. All he could see was trout and his chest was tight with frustration and desperation. Please, Great Mother, please!
Something small and black drifted past his eyeline in a furry tuft amidst the writhing bodies of trout... Your tail! It was the tuft of your tail! With renewed vigour, Neteyam swam towards it with all his might, his hands reaching out until he could grasp it. The trout parted as he pulled your unmoving form towards him. His emotions were a contradiction in that moment. He was relieved that he had found you, but alarmed to see that you were unconscious.
Wrapping his arms around your waist, Neteyam kicked his legs, hauling you up to the surface.
Neteyam jostled your body roughly in an attempt to wake you when your face broke the waterline. He coughed, his frenetic words leaving him in wet gurgles as he cried out, “Kalia, wake up! Can you hear me? Breathe! Kalia!” You remained unresponsive; your chest unmoving as you drew no breaths.
The water was calmer here now as he floated downstream with you. Turning onto his back to keep you atop him, he frog-kicked towards the riverbank and thanked Eywa when he could finally touch the riverbed with his feet. Swimming back far enough until it was shallow enough for him to stand, Neteyam righted you in his arms, hooking one arm under your knees and the other around your shoulders so he could carry you ashore.
Delicately positioning you on your back on the muddy bank, Neteyam’s fingers flew to the crook of your neck where it met your jaw, probing desperately for a pulse. Nothing. Pure, undiluted panic shot through him. Placing his hands on your chest like he had been taught, he knelt alongside you and started chest compressions.
“Come on, Kalia!” Neteyam urged, “Come back to me, paskalin!”
Thirty compressions later, he pinched your nose, tilted your head back and sealed his mouth over yours. He gave you two breaths, feeling your chest rise slightly with each one. He checked again for a pulse.
Still nothing.
With a wild curse, Neteyam restarted chest compressions. He knew this was your only chance at survival and yet he was so afraid that he would break your sternum with the force of his compressions. Sixteen or seventeen compressions in, your shoulders and chest punched outward and your body gave a violent wretch. River water spewed from your mouth and you took a ragged but blessed breath in. A fit of wet coughs wracked you as your body ejected some more of the water from your saturated lungs.
A startled cry of relief left Neteyam and he propped you upright in his arms, pressing a kiss into the crown of your head, “Thank you, Great Mother! Keep breathing, paskalin. That’s it! That’s good.”
He cupped your cheek, forcing your gaze to focus on him. Your eyes were wild with disorientation and fear, and Neteyam clutched you to his chest as you began to cry bitterly. The sound of your crying was heart-wrenching, but it was welcome proof to him that you were alive.
Your drenched body quaked in his arms from the chill of the river water and Neteyam let out several trills and ululations, calling for his ikran. He needed to get you back to his grandmother. Quickly.
***~~~***
~~ Neteyam’s POV ~~
To say that Neteyam was angry with Lo’ak was a vast understatement. He was absolutely livid with his brother.
He and Lo’ak had fought countless times in their lives. It was the way of things when you grew up as brothers whose personalities were at such odds with each other. Countless disagreements and countless rebukes, but Neteyam had always been eloquent, even in his ire. He had always known how to scold Lo’ak; had always known what words to use to chastise him. But tonight had clearly been one step too far.
Tonight, Neteyam knew he was beyond angry because for the first time in their lives, he had no words. He had been silent ever since he had returned to kelutral with you in his arms several hours ago.
Lo’ak had taken full responsibility and had owned up to his reckless behaviour. Both their own family and yours had been horrified by the events of the evening as he had recounted the truth to them. Lo’ak’s immense contrition had manifested itself all night as repeated apologies to whoever would listen.
His grandmother had thoroughly checked you over when he had arrived home with you. You had sustained several shallow gashes to the skin of your back where you must have hit the rocks at the bottom of the waterfall. You had aspirated river water and there would still be excess fluid in your lungs despite you having coughed most of it up. Mo’at had prescribed bedrest and careful monitoring of you for the next several days in hope that you would not develop a lung infection.
It was astonishing how the axis of Neteyam’s entire world had shifted in the space of one evening. He had vowed to himself a few moons ago that he would find a way to stop his growing feelings for you. He had done this partially out of respect for your close friendship with Lo’ak and also because he was convinced you did not see him the same way.
But he had nearly lost you tonight. And there was nothing in life that gave a person quite the same clarity of perspective than the threat of imminent death.
So what, if you were his baby brother’s best friend? Tonight had taught Neteyam that life was too short not to go after what he wanted.
Neteyam kept silent vigil in the healers’ hut where you were now asleep again. He had not left your side so far. Part of him needed to see you, to hear you breathing to assuage the deep-seated apprehension in his soul that you might somehow stop breathing again. And what if no one was there to notice?
Out of the corner of his eye, Neteyam saw Lo’ak get up from his spot a little further away to come and sit by him again. Neteyam ground his jaw together so hard that his teeth started to hurt.
“Say something, bro.” Lo’ak pressed softly, keeping his voice down so as not to wake you.
Neteyam’s nostrils flared and he pressed his thumb and forefinger into his eyes in vexation, “I don’t know what you want me to say.”
“I’m sorry.”
“I know. You’ve said that a billion times already.”
“I’m sorry I didn’t listen to you. Say you forgive me now, please? You were right, OK? That branch didn’t hold.”
Neteyam’s gaze had been alternating only between your prone form and his clasped hands in his lap up until now, but he turned incredulous eyes at his brother then. He gave a quiet scoff of disbelief, “By Eywa, that’s what you’re sorry for? For not listening to me? You think that I want you to apologise to me because you didn’t believe that I was right? Fuck, you don’t get it at all, Lo’ak.”
Lo’ak blinked several times and his brows knitted in a confused furrow, “What? I’ve already apologised. I don’t know what more you want from me.”
Neteyam’s nose wrinkled in a silent snarl at his brother, “This is your fault. It’s always your fault because your apologies are never backed up with a change of behaviour.”
“I know, bro. I promise I’ll listen to you from now on.”
“No! That’s not it!” Neteyam’s hiss was quiet but no less vehement, “It’s not about me being right or you not listening to me. It’s about you recognising that you need to think before you rush headlong into your fun and games! I won’t always be there to protect her!”
He saw Lo’ak’s eyes flick to your sleeping form and saw the recognition dawn on his brother’s face. Lo’ak had caught the inflection in his last sentence, “Oh, so this is just about Kalia, is it? You’d be fine if it was me that nearly drowned tonight instead?”
Neteyam growled a warning, “Don’t be unkind. This is about both of you.”
“Yeah, I get it.” Lo’ak said casually, but Neteyam could sense his brother’s rising temper, could see it in the impatient flick of his tail, “In general, you’re concerned about the both of us, but right now tonight, this anger of yours, it’s all about her.”
“Of course! She died tonight, Lo’ak! She was dead when I pulled her from the river! We’re lucky I managed to resuscitate her!” Neteyam snarled, his ears pinned and his own tail lashing behind him, “You put her in danger. You have done so, so many times with your recklessness! So help me Eywa, if you can’t comprehend in your thick skull that you need to grow up and consider your own safety, then leave Kalia out of it, at least.”
Lo’ak’s lips curled in a derisive snarl of his own, “You can’t have her, bro. I won’t let you.”
Neteyam clenched his jaw. This was not the direction he had wanted this conversation to go in, but at the same time, it was a conversation that had been stewing in the background for moons now. His brother seemed all too eager to jump on this train of thought, full steam ahead.
Lo’ak continued, “She’s my best friend. I see the way you look at her, Neteyam. You want her for yourself.”
Neteyam knew he had to tread carefully here and choose his words wisely. It was both dishonest and futile to deny his attraction to you now, but he did not want it to come at the cost of your friendship with Lo’ak. Swallowing tightly, he began in a measured tone, “I don’t want to take her away from you. I just want her to be safe. I want you to be safe so that she is safe with you. You’re not good for her if you won’t change your behaviour.”
Lo’ak was shaking his head now, his breaths puffing heavily from his nostrils as he got more and more agitated, “How about you stay away from her, bro. She’s my friend.”
“This doesn’t have to be a you or me situation.” Neteyam reasoned, “My interest in her and your friendship are not mutually exclusive things.”
“No, you can’t have her!” The words were spat from Lo’ak in a vicious growl, louder now than before.
“That isn’t your choice or mine, Lo’ak! It’s hers! But I have every right to express my wish to court her!”
“STAY. AWAY. FROM HER!”
“You don’t have any right to demand that!”
“Stop fighting.” The voice was feminine croak and Neteyam startled, his head spinning back to look at you. His brother’s head had swivelled around just as swiftly and he was sure he heard the vertebrae in Lo’ak’s neck pop.
~~ Your POV ~~
It had been the most impressive quiet argument that you had ever heard, if you were honest. The brothers had done well maintaining a hushed volume up until the last few moments. You figured it was time to intervene since the conversation was getting out of hand and it was also especially imprudent for you to be eavesdropping on a conversation about, well, you.
Your throat felt scratchy and your lungs felt sore, but you were fairly clear-headed otherwise.
“Shit, Kalia, sorry we woke you.” Lo’ak was by your side in a flash and one of his hands curled around yours, “Fuck, I’m so sorry about tonight. I really am.”
His tone was remorseful and you knew he felt awful. Lo’ak was careless but he was not callous by any means. He cared greatly for you despite him unintentionally contradicting that fact at times with his reckless behaviour.
Lo’ak’s eyes appeared a little watery in the flickering firelight of the hut and you reached out to pat his cheek kindly, “Hush, I know. I’m OK now. We live and we learn, yes?” He nodded mutely.
You saw Neteyam’s face swim into view beside Lo’ak’s and your heart gave a squeeze. An assortment of thoughts and emotions eddied around in your mind at the sight of his handsome face; gratitude, affection, remnants of your fright from earlier in the evening, and a kittenish shyness at what you had heard him say just moments ago.
Looking back to Lo’ak, you took the hand that was holding yours and kissed the back of it, “You know you’ll always be my best buddy, right? Nothing will change that. Ever.” You saw the slight pout of Lo’ak’s lips lift in a grin. You needed to speak to Neteyam though, alone, to thank him for rescuing you. Mostly to thank him, but you wanted to address a few other things too…
You cleared the scratch in your throat and shot Lo’ak a reassuring smile, “I’ll catch you in a bit, yeah? Could you give your brother and I some time? I’d like to speak to him.”
You had to fight the urge to giggle because when you saw Lo’ak’s grin pucker into an unimpressed moue. He looked from you to his brother and then back again and drawled sarcastically, “Yeah sure, I see how it is. You’ll be my best friend in the daytimes and then you’ll go and suck face with my brother in the evenings.”
Both you and Neteyam hissed Lo’ak’s name in shocked unison as he got up to give you both some privacy. He called over his shoulder as he disappeared out the draping flaps of the healers’ hut, “Don’t do anything gross in there kids, I’m just outside.”
Neteyam emitted an irritated huff and he rolled his eyes. His cheeks were purpling ever so slightly and you giggled, your own cheeks heating in response. You sat in silence for a few moments, neither of you really knowing what to say or how to begin.
You looked at Neteyam in the lambent glow of the firelight. He was looking intently at his folded hands in his lap and a frown wrinkled his forehead. He looked a little upset and you realised then that while it had been you who had fallen, gotten injured and had to be resuscitated, it was Neteyam who had had to live the waking nightmare of all those moments.
You extended the fingertips of your left hand and you stroked them gently against the back of his clasped hands, “Hey, thanks for saving me. I wouldn’t be here if not for you.”
“You weren’t here for a little bit.” The words were a broken mumble from Neteyam, who turned one of his palms out to twine his fingers with yours. He looked defeated.
“I’m here now and that’s what matters.”
His fingertips were warm against your cold ones and you instinctively sought out more of his warmth, sliding your palm forward to seat it fully against his. You felt his fingers wrap around your palm in return and the motion sent a thrill through you.
Neteyam took a shaky inhale and his exhale punched out of him in a defeated sigh, he shook his head gravely, “Fuck, Kalia you scared me today. You were gone. I had to fight to bring you back and-” He stopped suddenly and his eyes reluctantly fixed themselves on the dark purple bruising where the top of your chest was peeking out from the woven blanket Mo’at had wrapped around you.
“It doesn’t hurt much.” You supplied, “You did what you had to and I’m so grateful. I was stupid today too. It wasn’t just Lo’ak who didn’t listen. You told me not to go out onto the branch. I’m sorry too. I should’ve known better.”
He pursed his lips at you then, clearly agreeing with your sentiment, “Look, I’m not going to try and stop you and Lo’ak from hanging out, but you both need to be more careful. Think about what you’re doing, assess the situation. I don’t want to have to give you mouth-to-mouth resuscitation ever again.”
“Not the kind of mouth-to-mouth you’d like to give me?” Perhaps it was the heady mix of tonic that Mo’at had given you as pain-relief. Or maybe it was the fact that you had overheard Neteyam admit to being attracted to you that emboldened you, but the quip was out of mouth before you could stop it.
Neteyam’s mouth popped ajar at your remark and he spluttered, “I-It wasn’t exactly a kiss.”
Your tittered even harder at his reaction and you countered with another quip, “No, I’d like to be alive when that one happens.”
He continued to gawp at you and you nibbled on your bottom lip bashfully. Eywa, you’d been crushing on Neteyam for a couple of years now, and to hear him say that he would like to court you was a girlish dream come true. You squeezed his hand promisingly and he chuckled.
He licked his lips and his eyes fell to his lap again. He shifted his other hand to join your already clasped ones and rested it over yours. Your hand was cradled between both of his now and the blazing heat of skin was electrifying. He lifted his eyes then to meet your gaze and admitted, “I didn’t think you felt that way about me.”
“And I thought you didn’t see me as anything more than your little brother’s annoying friend!” You exclaimed with a laugh, “By Eywa, I’ve been cooking you things and bringing them to you personally for so long now. I was convinced you just thought me a pest.”
Neteyam frowned and cocked his head at you, “I thought those were bribes and ‘thank you’ treats for keeping an eye on you and Lo’ak.”
“Well, they were, but it’s because I didn’t want you to stop coming.”
He smiled at you then, one of his beautiful, bright smiles that made you feel all warm and tingly inside. He brought your knuckles up to his face and pressed a kiss to them, and the soft velvet brush of his lips made your stomach quiver and your toes curl. He murmured, “So you’ll allow me to court you?”
You beamed at him with a nod and you wondered if he could see the happy stars bursting in the depths of your green eyes. A stupid part of you was a little disappointed that the first time his lips had touched yours you had not been conscious. It had not been a kiss, but still.
You wanted a kiss now and you never backed away from an opportunity to get what you wanted, “Kiss me, Neteyam, please?”
A corner of his lips quirked upward and his chin tilted down again, his eyes never leaving yours. You recognised that look. It was the same keen expression he had worn earlier that evening after he had caught you staring at him instead of the trout. Great Mother, that expression sent delightful shivers through you.
You saw him lean down towards you slowly, bracing his weight on his palms on either side of your head, and he smirked, “Lo’ak is going to be so annoyed.”
“Lo’ak knows. He’s known about my feelings for you for a while now. He’s just going to have to share.” You whispered, your heartrate quickening and your breath puffing in smaller pants of anticipation as Neteyam’s face neared yours. A husky chortle rumbled by your ear and you gave a small gasp as his hot breath tickled the side of your face.
Neteyam purred his response, “Well as long as I don’t have to share this-” He pressed a slow kiss to your right cheek, “Or this-” Another unhurried press of his lips to your left cheek, “And especially not this-” His smooth lips enveloped yours in a chaste, but lingering press, “Then I’m fine sharing. Happy birthday, Kalia.”
Bright and unbridled delight rushed through you in a series of flutters and flurries in your chest and in your stomach. You had almost forgotten. The darkest part of eclipse had come and gone. It was your birthday today. Your first kiss with Neteyam was without a doubt, the best birthday present ever. Neteyam was grinning smugly down at you and you reached up to loop your arms around his neck, pulling him down towards you again for another deliciously plush and moist meld of your lips.
It was a little uncoordinated and a little bit messy as the two of you continued your curious exploration of each other’s mouths. After all, you were both new to each other like this. However, the experience was no less stimulating. You had plenty of time to practise and get better, you mused.
Evidently Lo’ak had chosen the wrong time to peek through the gap in the hut’s entry flaps, and you and Neteyam broke away from each other laughing when his indignant voice sounded from outside.
“Eww, yuck! I SAID NO GROSS STUFF!”
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Author's Note:
Ya'll this took on a life of its own, but I thoroughly enjoyed writing it. I hope you enjoyed this little rollercoaster of drama!
I'd love to hear your thoughts & reactions. Reblogs are so very much appreciated. Share this piece if you loved it! 🥰Thanks for reading!
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Get to Know Me Tag :)
I was tagged by @lamonnaie at this post here. Thanks for tagging me! 😍 It was such fun to read your responses; now here are mine. 🥰
do you make your bed?
Never ever. I'm pretty messy, and if I don't watch my hoarding tendencies I will morph into the worst pack rat. But I like a bit of clutter around me; I think it helps my creative side since my output (whether at work, or writing on Tumblr) is always tidy and tidied up to a fault, which can stifle creativity (at least that's what I tell myself! 🤣).
what's your favourite number?
Don't have one. However (even though I like to think I'm not superstitious) if I can I'll try to avoid the number 13 and anything with 4 in it...
what is your job?
Not gonna get too specific, but my work involves design, project management and construction.
if you could go back to school, would you?
I was too stressed out at school to want to repeat the experience. But I wouldn't mind a bit of time travel back to advise my younger self not to take things so seriously! 🤣
can you parallel park?
Yes. Not well, but the car will be fully in the lot eventually. 👍
a job you had that would surprise people?
Some minor modeling jobs when I was younger. Hush! I don't like to talk about it. 🤫 You wouldn't think it to look at me now (me 🤝 Ricky Gervais 😂).
do you think aliens are real?
There are too many planets out there for our little blue marble to be the only habitable one, so yes I do think there are aliens out there. I just don't think we've been visited by them yet though! (Aylin doesn't count. 🤩)
can you drive a manual car?
Yes. Mom taught me how to drive in one... until the day I jammed on the accelerator when she said "Step on it" and I almost up-ended us into a ditch. Then I was sent to driving school instead. 🤣
what's your guilty pleasure?
Ooh. It's this bad boy here:
Sadly I've been over-indulging, so chocolate is now banned from the house for the foreseeable future. I'm still lusting after it though.
Other guilty pleasures: I do like a good nightcap, so any (gluten grain-free) alcohol makes me light up – cognac, cabernet, sherry, sake, port... (But I don't always know my limits, so this is now banned too.) And a steamin', stonkin', trashy BL every now and then (bonus if there's a nice muscley actor for me to get all googly-eyed over – shoutout Gap Jakarin!). 😁🥰
tattoos?
I like art and have fanboyed over beautiful tattoos before – but I'm put off by the permanence of them, so I have none myself. Don't like the idea of not being able to change them much once they're inked in, because I will always be wanting to change things up if I were to get one. And no, even for looking at I prefer an uninked bod over an inked one. It takes a lot of work to get a body in shape, and I can't understand someone wanting to cover up the results of their hard work at the gym. 🤷♂️
favorite color?
A deep, rich blue most of the time. But when the mood hits, I like a bright, bold red too.
favorite type of music?
My tastes are a bit eclectic, leaning lighter and not challenging. Anything with a strong melodic line will get me hooked. Bonus points if the lyrics can come together with the melody to tell a story, and elevate it even more. So – pop mostly, but I also like R&B, soul, light jazz and the odd heartfelt country ballad or foot-stomper (go Queen Bey! 😍). Also like things with a nostalgic bent (I melt at Karen Carpenter, Seals & Croft, and England Dan & John Ford Coley). And then throw in a couple of show tunes in there for good measure! My YouTube playlist is all over the place – Sheila Majid, New Country, Renaissance, Nunew, Miley Cyrus, Streisand, Li'l Nas X, Ayumu Imazu, The Carpenters, Clean Bandit, so many others, all side-by-side.
do you like puzzles?
I love them, especially word and logic puzzles. I'm always shouting over Pat and Vanna. 🤣
any phobias?
Oddly, not the usual suspects, but I'm a bit phobic about birds. They're just creepy up close, even though I find them fascinating and beautiful with a bit of distance. While the bog-standard creepy-crawlies don't bother me one bit – I'm the one always getting called in to whack the roaches and chase away rodents. I dream of getting a cobalt blue tarantula as a pet (but that's not going to happen for various reasons, alas).
favorite childhood sport?
I wasn't that sporty growing up (classic bookworm) but I did enjoy a bit of soccer when I got to play. But I guess my favorite was probably swimming, though I didn't compete.
do you talk to yourself?
All the time. There's a nonstop monologue going on in my head and I've been known to startle people by accidentally voicing that conversation out loud. So I've learnt not to do it around others. 🤣 And no I'm not hearing disembodied voices; it's just me keeping myself company (plus I find it helps me focus my thoughts).
what movies do you adore?
My all-time favorite: Cinema Paradiso; it really pulls unabashedly at the heartstrings, but then again I'm a sentimental fool and love it all the more for that. That's also why I like Love Actually, especially the scene where the repressed Jamie (Colin Firth) travels to Portugal in order to confess his feelings to Aurélia (Lúcia Moniz), having realized he loves her despite the language barrier, and doggedly learnt Portuguese just to make his declaration – and then he finds out that she, lovelorn and bereft, learnt English just in case ("just in cases") he came back. 💖
And my second favorite is from the other end of the spectrum, actually quite a bit before my time as well: Hello Dolly! 😆 Don't judge... A couple of songs in there are really amazing – Love is Only Love and Just Leave Everything to Me especially (which are not in the stage version) are mindblowingly good. The former is almost pithy in its bare-boned purity, all about looking at love without sentimentality while reprising themes heard earlier on in the musical; the latter has the among the cleverest lyrics set to music I've ever heard:
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Streisand is in fine fettle portraying a campier, more youthful incarnation of Dolly. Such a shame it was not better received. The costumes are spectacular too.
coffee or tea?
Coffee (or rather the caffeine it contains) is my drug of choice, and I drink buckets of it. But I like a good cuppa when I'm feeling nostalgic and/or sentimental, because tea is what I drank a lot of growing up – at my gran's there would be a perpetually-replenished, giant kettle of dark, bitterish Oolong on the sideboard for whenever you felt like some (which was often), while at home there was always a big pot of tea on the table in the morning, that would then be set to chill in the refrigerator after breakfast. I would always have an ice-cold milk tea with the papers when I got home from school, and it was my favorite daily ritual.
first thing you wanted to be growing up?
A paleontologist – like a lot of kids I loved dinosaurs, and I can still rattle off the names of the more well-known ones (including every one in Jurassic Park 👀). But that got pushed aside for more practical considerations later. Still wish I'd explored my second childhood ambition more though, which was to be a writer/journalist. Maybe that's why I like posting so much on Tumblr! 😍
Onward tagging (too many people as usual, but no pressure to play if you don't want to or can't 🥰): @hughungrybear, @relativelydimensional, @neuroticbookworm, @wen-kexing-apologist, @waitmyturtles, @airenyah, @twig-tea, @solitaryandwandering, @recentadultburnout, @lurkingshan, @grapejuicegay,@bengiyo, @urikawa-miyuki, @pickletrip, @suni-san, @kattahj, @dimplesandfierceeyes, @7nessasaryevils, @imminentinertia, @befuddledcinnamonroll, @pandasmagorica, @nihilisticcondensedmilk,@shortpplfedup, @rokklagio, @thegalwhorants, @brazilian-whalien52, @callipigio, @respectthepetty, @corettaroosa, @colourme-feral, @virtualtadpole, @aroceu, @belladonna-and-the-sweetpeas, @delesaria-blog, @dribs-and-drabbles, @inventedfangirling, @jiirotu, @visualtaehyun @happypotato48,@akawrites000, @kleopatras-cat, @dc-alves, @toschistation, @lovelyghostv
I've been tagged by others in various tag games over the past few weeks but have been too busy with work to be able to play. 😭 Not gonna post half-assed replies if I can help it, but then I'm always beset by dread thinking people might assume I'm ignoring them for whatever silly reason. But I just haven't had the time until now.
If you've tagged me and I've not responded, please know that I really wanted to but I just kept getting sidetracked by urgent deadlines. (In fact, my drafts folder is full of half-written tag game responses that are too far beyond their use-by date to ever see the light of day. 😮) So to any and all who see this, please accept my apology for not replying to your tags and invites, and if you'd like to play along with this one even if I haven't tagged you directly (and you have the time for it) – please do so! I'd love to read your responses! 😍
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Okay okay hear me out gyutaro from demon slayer twst!yuu like they sound and look horrible and the have a bloody nose all the time and their voice cracks a lot and is creepy too
Summary:gn!reader featuring Malleus, Ace, Cater, Ruggie, Deuce
A/N: hopefully this is what you were looking for 😂 I've never seen demon slayer, tbh. So I went by your description. I knew I wanted Malleus in this, but the rest of the characters were chosen by my loading screen
CW: bully Ace, defender delinquent Deuce, superficial initial judgements
Honestly? He doesn't even notice. Humans have such a wide range of appearances, and vocal range, so he doesn't think much about your voice or appearance. And as for the bloody nose, humans have all sorts of ailments. It's totally normal for your weak bodies to malfunction.
It's not until he hears people whispering about how scary you are that he knows anything different. Of course once they notice him, they start whispering about him instead.
Huh. So it's not just draconic fae people fear. They also fear their fellow humans. He doesn't understand it, but what he does understand is that he has now found someone who gets what he goes through.
New Friend Alert! And maybe something more…(Mal, seriously, be chil for once in your life)
This asshole…*sighs* this absolute menace, this complete prick
Ace just gets meaner when he's scared. And you scare him at first. So he's pretty much a bully. A downright ass. Probably trips you at least once.
It'll take an outside person to knock some sense into him *see Deuce's part* and after that he'll be your chill friend, the way he is in the game.
But you can use the fact that he acted horribly to make him do stuff for you.
Totally not cammable. That's his first thought. He's sure you have great qualities, and he's sure your nose bleeding is just a health thing, but you're not cammable. He knows that being this skin deep is bad, but he can't help it.
He'll still be a personable person to you, though. He just won't feature you online. Cater prides himself on his ability to get along with anyone. So he's not gonna make an exception of you.
And once he gets to know you a bit more, and you win him over, he'll feel less self conscious about having you on his page.
At first he's intimidated. It's the voice that does it for him. Savannaclaw has a ton of scary people. But your voice sounds like something from the gates of hell. This works in your favor, though, because he'll be too scared to rob you…
At first 😁
The first time you "slip up" and prove that you are, in fact, an average human, that's it, he's treating you like everyone else.
Which means you may need to weaponize your voice in order to protect your food.
But, new friend alert, part 2!
He's trying to be a good boy. And good boys treat everyone nicely, no matter how scary they look, how creepy their voice is, and how bloody their nose is.
So when Ace is an ass, and won't apologize or change his behavior, Deuce takes it upon himself to be your savior. Aka beat Ace up until he begs for forgiveness.
Obviously, while being nice to you, he starts to be your friend! And anyone who is mean to you, he beats up. Behind your back, of course. He likes that you think of him as a sweet honors student.
You notice the closer you get to Deuce, the less people say mean things to your face. And they seem less scared of you, and more scared of Deuce. Weird.
#twisted wonderland#malleus#malleus draconia#twst malleus#tw bullying#ace trapolla#ace#twst ace#cater diamond#cater#twst cater#ruggie#ruggie bucchi#twst ruggie#deuce#deuce spade#twst deuce
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Hello 👋!I love ur content(Seroroki is just❤️🔥😩) and i hope ur doing well.Jesus bless you❤️🧡💛💚💙🩵💜💅🏾!I see a lot of ur Serorki fanart on Google but I never know that u Tumblr so I create an account just for u,lucky boy😁!And just saying I sont understand ppl that are LGBTQphobic like,it's their choice but pls,show at least some respect.Im very sorry that ur going through this and and some ppl disagree ur choice.We need to respect everyone and their choices in this world bc we have on one life to live.And don't worry about I,pls.I luv u and ur artstyle it just so unique ♡.Stay urself and never change for the other.Ur strong,unique and yourself.And I loooove ur name i wish I had it(I'm a girl but it's okay,I think..?)You just encourage me to draw Seroroki but I'm so lazy and bad😩💀.And dont forget to smile and ur subs will always support you unconditionally.]UR PERFECT AS U ARE REAPEAT W/ ME UR PERFERT AS U AREI hope u read this bye👋♥ (I think I forgot smt,but I don't know!)(thinking)(Oh yeah!kiss kiss <3<3<3)Ppl hate lgbtq are just🥶🤓.AND I KNOW,ITS NOT A QUESTION BUT ANYWAYS
thats nice but.... being trans is not a choice? it's anything but a choice also, people don't get to disagree with my identity. you don't get to disagree with who someone is, it's not "their choice", it's discrimination and hate speech.
your message is well meaning, i can see it, but i hope you'll reconsider these kind of views. hating is not a "oh it's their choice" situation, it affects people for real. it's not a "agree to disagree" matter. it's a "i cant go out without thinking someone is going to see who i am and be agressive based on that". it's a begging everything the cashier doesnt say "maam". it's a "i hope the pharmacist doesnt give me a weird look today".
being trans, or gay, or anything under the LGBTQIA+ umbrella is not a choice. you're right that we deserve respect, but hating us is not a point of view we need to respect in return. it's hate, plain and simple. and hating individuals based on their identity is, once again, not okay. it will never be.
i'm glad you enjoy my work, i truely do. and i dont think you have any bad intentions, but i hope i can explain in the nicest way possible that the matters of LGBTQIA+-phobia is a lot more that just a difference of point of views.
much love.
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Lake day
can you do one when poppy was first born and going to the lake
this is so messy and all over the place omfg but also so am i😁 basically just little scenes from poppy’s first summer (she’s around 9 months!)
Poppy wasn’t even a year old when she went to the lake house for the first time. Trevor was staying for a full week while you came with Poppy for a couple days, just because you didn’t want your crying baby to ruin the group’s time there.
“We really don’t mind, you should stay” Jack has been trying to talk you into a longer stay for a while but you shook your head.
“Quinn’s friends are here and I’d just feel bad” Quinn brought a few of his friends back from school with him and as nice as they were, you knew they didn’t want a little baby hanging around all week. “And I want you guys to have a good time too, you’re all going your separate ways after this and it’s just…”
“Nope, none of that this summer” Trevor shook his head as he walked up with Poppy in his arms, “We’re not thinking about that”
A lot of things were changing this summer. The draft was next month and when the season started up again, the boys would be moving to play with their new teams, something that they all hated to think about.
“We’re having a good time this summer!” Alex smiled, “Right Pops?” He poked your daughter’s little belly which made her giggle.
“Right now let’s go or else Quinn’s gonna leave us here” Jack grabbed Poppy’s bag on his way out to the boat where the rest of the boys were waiting while you and Trevor made sure to get Poppy’s life jacket on securely before following him out.
…
“Can Poppy swim?” Jack asked.
“She’s like not even a year old” Cole answered, shaking his head a little, “She can’t even walk properly yet”
“Yeah but like… isn’t swimming easier?” Everyone laughed while Jack looked around in confusion.
“She’s living her best life” Quinn laughed, watching Poppy as she sat on Alex’s lap and watched Trevor try to surf.
“Oh yeah, she loves it too” You smiled. Despite Poppy still being so young, the boys had been helping out to make sure she was always happy and from the lack of total meltdowns, you could tell it was working.
“You know… when I heard you were pregnant, I was kinda scared for you. I know I don’t really have a place to say anything but I was in college and there was no way I could’ve done it…” Quinn trailed off, “But you guys are really good parents”
You smiled, it meant more to you than he probably thought, after knowing Jack for a few years and being around his brothers quite a bit, you understood why everyone looked up to Quinn.
“Thanks, it wasn’t something I was planning but I’m so happy with where we are” Quinn smiled and gave you a one armed hug.
“Don’t worry kid, you guys are already killing it”
…
“Hey, where’s Poppy?” You came downstairs to find Trevor, who was supposed to be watching your daughter, scrolling on his phone and Poppy was nowhere to be seen.
“Alex took her out, maybe in the back?” You were a little alarmed that Trevor didn’t know exactly where she was but you tried to talk yourself down as you made your way to the patio.
Looking outside, you found Alex, Cole, Matt, and Jack all crowded around the fire with Poppy in front of them. You slipped out of the house, trying to be quiet but your cover was blown when Poppy spotted you. She wiggled out of Cole’s hold and ran over to you, a mess of chocolate spread all over her face.
“Did you guys give her a s’more?” You ask with a sigh as you pick her up, trying to dodge her face as she squirmed in your arms.
“Maybe…” You shook your head. She was eating some solid foods now but you didn’t think s’mores were allowed… you weren’t even sure if that was included in baby books.
“I only gave her the marshmallow and chocolate if that makes it better..?” Jack asked and you thought about it, at least it was soft? This is probably why teenagers shouldn’t have babies.
“I guess but no more sweets for her” You grabbed a napkin that Matt held out for you and wiped her face off as best you could.
#lake house day!#poppy zegras#trevor zegras x reader#trevor zegras imagine#trevor zegras blurb#dad au#anaheim ducks#hockey writing#hockey fic#nhl players#nhl fanfiction
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I meant K-Pop!! I haven’t found any good K-Pop fics lately and that’s why I wanted your recs lol sorry for the confusion :)
omg! yes i can definitely recommend a few good fics haha i haven't been an avid reader for a while but i Do have a few notable favorites! i'm kinda just taking this from my rec tag on wuahae lol but . i'm ngl all the fics by these authors are so good like if you like the writing (You Will ....) you should def check out their other fics in their masterlists! also if you like the fics pleeeaaase leave feedback in their askboxes or in their notes :( i know it would mean a lot to them because it always means a lot to me!
eat, play, love by @husbandhoshi
e2l romcom au .... really Reads like a romcom i can talk at length about this fic but also lily is just a great writer . it's just good fic!! the perfect amount of funny with a touch of angst and as always Real Genuine feeling . will always rec this one <3
gold rush by @dkfile
exes-to-lovers mingyu it is just SO scrumptious .... ci masters the art of the small town nostalgia haze and the dynamics in this fic are just MWAH . conflict is perfect, characterization is perfect ... if a fic is named after a tswift song you just know it has to be good!
parallels & almosts by @httplastic
vernon friends to lovers! it's almost wong kar wai esque the way peach writes their prose ... so so pretty. always so meaningful i loved reading and analyzing their words trying to dissect metaphors and double meanings :") the type of fic where i read and i go "i wanna write like that!!!" one of the top fics i'll go to when i wanna read a nice comfort fic in winter <3
those are the most recent ones i've read but here are a few honorable mentions from fics that were released a while ago but i think about almost daily . fics that rewrote my brain chemistry .
the times we couldn’t say goodbye (the times i loved you most) by @/husbandhoshi
SORRY this is another one by lily but its the one that made me follow her.... she just gets the Hoshster im sorry ..... also this fic deserves like 10 million notes with how it made me feel . fantasy au where hoshi is a wizard and yn is the innkeeper and even though hoshi isn't someone who Stays you're always going to be the one he returns home to . GUNSHOTS .
just us and the moon (till the sun starts waking) by @97-liners
THE FIC THAT MADE ME START CARATBLR ....... actuallyyyy just read all of jackie's fics 😁😁 i feel like i rave about this fic every chance i get but its deserved idc idc i come back to read it regularly . yn in this fic is so real like the me of last summer was bawling her eyes out because of how peeled i felt reading it...... anyway its fwb!woozi and Obviously that means don't read this fic if you're a minor but . but .... i became a changed woman after i finished it . Again the perfect amount of humor + angst + Implied smut without feeling gratuitous or out of place . my hall of fame for realsies.
other people's weddings by @neonunau
ok i Just checked after going back to link this fic and i saw its at 2k notes?!?!? deserved /srs . but Again it's giving romcom ... its f2l seungcheol but the way mads depicts him is SO chef's kiss. like if lily gives him the insufferable former frat boy energy with dusty cheeto fingers then Mads writes him as Sufferable college friend cheol. the yearning is so real from him . he holds your purse . swallows his feelings it practically gives him And you (the reader) constipation but every court needs their jester and he's happy to provide ..... not to mention the side characters are so funny its insane. humor is perfect . romance is perfect . writing is perfect ..... its just good fic!!!
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Can i request the numbers 92/93/94/95 with Heisenberg please ? Thanks you 😘
Absolutely!😁💖Luv me some Heisendad
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To Raise The Spawn of Lord Heisenberg
Raising a kid is hard enough. Now, try to raise the son of Karl Heisenberg.
#92 “I’ll get him/her, you go back to sleep.”
#93 “Being a parent is hard.”
#94 “He/she is walking!”
#95 “It’s your kid, too!”
Aren’t children suppose to listen to their parents?
However, you weren’t raising any child. You were dealing with the spawn of Lord Heisenberg himself. Your little boy, at just a little over a year old, was a perfect imitation of his father.
Especially when it came to tantrums and listening to you.
S/N was born here, in that desolate factory that Heisenberg called home. You wished circumstances for his birth were different because of all the dangers that were lurking around. However, you would never regret having your son, and neither would Heisenberg.
You guys weren’t married or anything, but you had such a strong bond. Heisenberg insisted that marriage wasn’t even necessary since you guys loved each other so much (you might have to change his mind on that, if you want to get married). Despite that, your little family lived in the best protection and care that he could provide you. He wasn’t even looking to have a kid, but accidents happen.
And you were surprised to hear that he thought it was a nice accident. Heisenberg got such father-to-be jitters that you found it to be adorable, especially when he learned it was a boy.
However, his little spawn was proving to be quite a handful, and he couldn’t even walk yet.
“Being a parent is hard.” You groaned while dramatically flopping beside him while he worked on one of his smaller projects.
“What happened this time?” Heisenberg asked in an amused tone, finding it funny how much trouble S/N could give you.
“I literally had to fight our son tooth and nail just to put him down for a nap. He was like a lycan.” You told him, and Heisenberg had to turn away from you to hide his laugh. You glared at him.
“It’s not funny! He would’ve done it so easily for you!” You said with a pout while crossing your arms.
“Well, I’m a lot more intimidating than you, dear.” Heisenberg tried to justify his son’s actions when it came to you and him. You simply rolled your eyes, and Heisenberg patted you on the back in a loving matter.
“Just take some time to cool off. He’s only one-year old and testing your patience. He knows better than to do that with me.” Heisenberg said with a wink, and you laughed softly. While you knew he was prone to getting angry easily, you knew he would never ever take it out on his son.
But still, you took his advice, and sat beside him while he worked. Occasionally, you offered your help, which he accepted. Time flew by, and before you knew it, your son’s nap should be over.
“I’ll go get him. See if his mood has improved.” You said while getting up with a slight smile. Before you left, Heisenberg grabbed your hand and pulled you back for a kiss.
“Good luck.” He said with a wink, making you get all flustered before scurrying off to your son’s room. After you left, Heisenberg continued to tinker. A while has passed, and he assumed all was going well.
“Karl!”
But then heard you call his name in an alarming manner.
He nearly tripped over his chair with how fast he got to his feet. The metal lord sprinted to the safety of the living area, and into his son’s room. He caught sight on an empty crib, and you looking beyond panicked.
“I came here, and h-he was just gone.” You were on the verge of sobbing, and Heisenberg quickly moved over to bring you into a hug. You were obviously terrified, and he felt a mix of emotions as well. Anger, fear, and despair. What could have happened to his boy?
“Da!”
The fear was short-lived as you both moved to see S/N standing on his two wobbly legs. He took a couple steps forward, holding his hands out to his parents before gently falling back on his behind, giggling and obviously proud of himself.
“He is walking!” You said in absolute shock and horror. Heisenberg simply laughed in fatherly pride before moving forward to pick his son up.
“That’s my boy!” He said proudly while lifting his son up and over his head. The baby just laughed more before reaching towards his dad for a hug, which Heisenberg gladly gave the little boy.
Meanwhile, while it was a proud moment for any parent to witness their child walking, you were still horrified to know that your son could be mobile around the place now. In fact, he must’ve used his newfound skill to escape his crib and explore around the place.
“We’re going to have to babyproof the whole factory now...” You said with a shake of your head.
“Ah, fuck...you’re right.” Heisenberg muttered in realization, but you glared at him for swearing in front of the little boy.
“You didn’t hear that.” He said with a sheepish smile while covering his son’s ears, who merely grinned and reached for his dad’s hands. You then walked over and took S/N from him, giving your son your own praise for walking for the first time.
“Think of all the trouble he can get into now...I mean, he is your son.” You said with a snicker, and Heisenberg just faked a look of offense.
“It’s your kid, too!” He tried to defend himself, but simply smiled soon afterwards. Heisenberg knew that deep down; his genes were responsible for every little incident that S/N got himself into.
But hey, neither of you would change that for the world.
The rest of the day was spent with you both trying to think of ways to safely confine S/N to the living space. However, you both also knew that your son was seemingly a natural born escape artist and no barrier could contain him.
“Please...keep a close eye on him.” You practically begged the father of your child as you guys got ready for bed. You were referring to if S/N got loose again, or if you had to go somewhere and leave him with Heisenberg.
“Y/N,” the man you loved sat beside you on the bed while you looked distraught, “I would never let anything happen to our son.”
His words helped you, and you leaned into him as he pulled you into a hug. While your boys acted like safety was nonexistent, you knew that Heisenberg would kill if it meant the protection of his family. He was responsible in that aspect.
That’s why, deep down, you knew you weren’t worried.
“I know.” You said with a slight smile. He placed a kiss to your head and pulled away with a grin. Just as soon as you thought you guys were going to have a relaxing evening, a muffled cry was heard through the walls.
As motherly concern washed over to rush over there, Heisenberg placed a hand on your shoulder.
“I’ll get him, you go back to sleep.” He said softly, and you felt your heart swell with love for him. As Heisenberg disappeared, you heard the crying along with the gentle voice of your man, the father of your baby.
It was a rare voice to come out of Heisenberg, and hearing it be used to calm his son made you feel even more love towards him.
However, just as you were fading off to sleep, your son’s cries began to fade as well. Heisenberg was a wonderful father, and you confirmed this when you woke up to find him sleeping in S/N’s room due to the child having a nightmare. Even though your son could be a troublemaker, there was something heartwarming about seeing him and Heisenberg together, smiling and laughing.
It made a realization come to your mind with a soft smile on your face.
You wouldn’t mind giving him another.
#resident evil village#resident evil#resident evil imagines#resident evil village imagines#karl heisenberg#karl heisenberg x reader#karl heisenberg imagine
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Tits out kinda night sounds like my kinda night. Although, I stay home mostly now because ever since Zero Day, clubbing is pretty much out the window now. So the tits out happens at home and I just hug walls. 😁😁😁
Nata de coco is essentially coconut jelly. It’s so yummy in a lot of things. I got knackered on peach soju because I put a shit ton of nata in it.
Have you ever had jasmine syrup? It’s also pretty bomb. I’m looking into experimenting with Sakura syrup next.
I have never even seen those syrups before, but I'm open to trying new things whenever I can. :)
Small town clubs where the lights are just dark enough that you can't see someone's face unless you're like a foot away are my favorites. Not super large crowds and everyone knows everything before something REALLY bad happens.
Sometimes the boys tag along, sometimes it's just the girlies. No bras night either way.🤷♀️
We also started a fun little game where we drop notes down the fronts of each other's dresses. They usually say "nice tits." We used to just throw change at each other across the room.😂
But yeah, I don't ever see 'exotic' syrups. Just basic crap like hazelnut, vanilla, french vanilla, and coconut. Sakura sounds pretty interesting though.
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Just watched ep 1 & 2 of Kokdu: Season of Deity
So .. there are these scenes in ep2, where he is now Kokdu, and his job as this deity is to send souls to the afterlife (kill scumbags, basically). He receives his missions/requests by hearing the pleas of the humans .. lots of ear ringing & holding his head in pain .. which is all good and fine, yes, very nice but ...
But damn! This boy is VOCAL! 😅
Lots of yelling, cursing, groaning - it's got me blushing 😳😳😆
But no, honestly, it's a bit of a refreshing change from the suffer-in-silence types (which are still great lol, but I feel that's just what we see most often)
I wish I was able to clip the vids for ya'll (even if I knew how my computer can't handle the work anymore - it would crash instantly) .. so if anyone else wants to clip them, or you just wanna see 👀 .. the first time happens around 14:45 (TW: SA, suicidal), the second time is about 34:45.
Best I can do is some screencaps :
I hope this continues 😁😁
#just me#currently watching#kokdu season of deity#kim jung hyun#kkokdu#kokdu#south korea#asian whump#whump#i dont have a voice k!nk you do
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Mini Metal synopsis
Stranger things / The black phone crossover Au
(Ok so I know I already have Billy Hargrove & Vance Hopper as brothers but then I saw this soooooooooo yep. This is not part of the call my family au btw. I wanted a Vance & Eddie brother au, it’s cute shush)
But first
Eddie & Vance as Brothers/people:
Eddie:
Eddie is your typical metalhead goofball.
He’s generally an easy going guys who’s always up for a laugh, even at his own expense
He makes comebacks to insults like it’s and Olympic sport
He’s nice until you dis his brother because then he will end you (he can actually fight well just chooses not to most of the time)
Definitely likes lots of physical affection, even if it’s just patting you on the head. Likes complementing people for the fun of it.
He’s a big softie but totally has resting bitch face/ resting I’m going to kill toy slowly face
When he zones out it looks like he’s planning your murder
Takes joy in lovingly embarrassing his brother and friends
He can be serious when he deems it necessary
Vance:
Looks like he always wants to punch you in the face and probs actually does
Doesn’t really like being touched unless he’s in a fight or unless it’s Eddie/ someone he likes
Is all over Eddie always demanding affection (most of the time without words) and Eddie is happy to give it.
Is immune to Eddies attempts at embarrassing him
Has a short fuse and is quick to fight but Eddie can calm him down
Has a soft spot of animals, kids and outcasts
Wont admit it but Eddie is practically a god in his eyes.
Plot :
The boys go to live with their uncle after their dad kills the mum then dies in prison
Vance has powers but Eddie is the only living person who knows
Vance was kidnapped by the Lab at 7yo & gets the number of an experiment that died, 009
I El is the spy then Vance is the killer & the lab teams the up a lot.
Becomes Els closest friend and kind of like a big brother to defend her, so he get in trouble a lot for fighting the other kids
Eddie doesn’t stop looking even when the town does. Learns the Forrest better than anyone else and can navigate it like the back of his hand.
Eddie becomes the freak
Years pass
When will goes missing Eddie is one of the first people in line to help, like to the point Joyce is almost worried about how much sleeps he’s getting and would have done something if she was too worried for Will.
When 001 kills the others he doesn’t kill Vance.
Vance helps El fight One and they escape together.
Vance can speak better than El (but still not great) so when they find benny he makes up a lie and they run before benny can be hurt cuz he deserves better 😤
Meet the party in the woods and Vance is a lot less trusting.
Vance can vaguely remember Eddie but his brain was scrambled by the lab so he only gets these flashes and feeling about how they’re important.
When they are at the Quarry seen Eddie sees it happen from the woods, he’s about to step in a help when he sees Vance and El.
Something Clicks in Vance’s brain when Eddie talks to him and both refuse to leave each other and El refuses to Leave Vance. So yay team up!
Then it’s the show but eddies in it earlier, Vance has powers and just a lot of shenanigans that give Hopper a migraine 😅
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Well this has been living in my head so it feels good to get this out 😁
I like this idea and sure some of it will probs change but I think it will be fun
Hop you enjoyed
The tag: Mini Metal Au
#Mini Metal Au#au crossover#Vance and Eddie brothers#vance hopper#eddie munson#stranger things#the black phone#stranger things and black phone#joyce byers#jim hopper#powers#eddie the freak munson#eleven hopper#jane hopper#more to be added#benny hammond
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Hiii, so sorry for responding so late and thank you so much for answering my question and your kind words! I really appreciate it. I am THE anon. The title THE anon sounds pretty important 👑, I'm not sure I want to change it , but first letter of my name and my favorite color are: A🟠.
And you're right! we haven't met in person/ messaged each other before, but I feel comfortable writing you^^.
I really enjoyed reading all the parts, I think in your case it's a very nice thing, because let's say, even if he's not physically with you, he's there for you. In my case, I'll explain a little bit more 3 years ago was my first dream with him, I feel like I know his face but at the same time he's someone I haven't met. I think he is really just a person, but from what little I know he is a protective person (especially towards me). So, in the dream with boy 1 and boy 2, in real life I liked boy 2, then in my dream boy 1 and boy 2 appeared, I feel it was a way to tell me that boy 2 was not the right person, even though in my dream I chose boy 2 in reality it didn't feel right, and I felt I should go back to boy 1. After that dream, I really stopped liking boy 2, he was a fuckboy and even though there was no way we were going to date because we didn't live in the same place, for many reasons it wasn't healthy to like him.
Let's just say that the way I see love (ride or die kind of love), it is not safe to love just anyone, so I feel that he has been protecting my way of seeing love from changing.
In the following dreams, for some reason, we don't know that we love each other, so there are always misunderstandings, in the end we end up confessing to each other and dating, I always feel strangely happy and in love, having that feeling that this is really the person I want to spend my whole life with. When I am sad I can feel a body reaching out to hug him and I can see his smile in my thoughts.
My family situation is complicated, to the point that on Saturday I was crying a lot and I really couldn't stop (I went to a park to try to calm down) so the first thing that came to my mind was "If you call him he will come for you" and I really wanted to do it, but I repeat, I am sure he is someone I have not met yet, so I started to cry even harder because something inside me told me that if I knew him, in a situation like this he would come for me. Even if the connection is not as strong as yours, I always manage to get answers for example: on Saturday I was asking questions in my head of "If my fs was here would he come for me?" Or "Does he even going to love me?" And the wind was starting to blow really hard, but in a warm way... (If that makes sense).
In my case, I'm a little freaked out that my fs is not the person I imagined and that I'm just idealizing him.
Now that was a lot of blah blah blah on my part. Back to the club, maybe it would be best to avoid not getting 100% drunk and the ONS situation, in case you can't avoid your fate and end up in a club, at least it would be nice if it was in a club but not in an awkward situation. I would offer to be your club friend, but my financial situation is meh. 😅
However, I won't forget the hint because my memory is good, anyway, random update from your FS!? He's trying to say you are taken and you don't even know each other yet, it's really cheeky and I was thinking of flirting with you 😔 (not true, but im in love with your answers 😁).
Truly from the bottom of my heart I wish you lots of happiness, health and everything nice Freya! <33
Thank you for your sweet answers. I'm sorry because now I was the one who made it too long. >.<
Hihi!! It's no problem at all, thank you for taking the time to respond <3 You and everyone else within this small little community are super important to me, so I'm glad that title helped you to feel that way, A! Orange is such a nice colour, warm and comforting. It makes me think of Autumn/Fall! I'm glad you also feel the same and that I'm not just losing my mind LMAO
I'm glad you enjoyed reading all the parts, it was fun to discuss and talk about! I largely stick to tarot and tended to avoid talking about personal experiences + dreams, so this is a nice change of pace! Sometimes I wish he'd leave me alone, he teases me so much for everything, too. Sosososo annoying !! Anyways, that feeling of familiarity is something I got with my FS, even though I couldn't see his face, I still felt this weird sense of comfort and familiarity with him. Aww, protective guys are cute (as long as they're not toxic, possessive, hurting you, etc). Honestly, in this case, I'd say follow your heart but take your head with you. If you feel like boy 2 would be the wrong choice, then that's the right answer. As long as you're happy, that's all the matters !!
That's a very interesting way to view love. I don't really know what actual love feels like, how I'm supposed to view it or how I actually view it, as sad as that may sound. If I'd have to guess, I'd say it's the feeling of missing someone no matter how much time you spend with them, always wanting them near you, your heart fluttering and stomach aching from laughter after a small conversation with them about the little things. It's really sweet how you can see/feel that, it makes the connection feel more special! I'm really sorry to hear about things at home, I hope you're feeling better at the moment. It's okay to cry and let it out, alright? Even though you haven't met him, the connection is still so strong and I think that's absolutely beautiful. The wind situation is quite funny, I got that this morning when getting the bus, too!! I asked him questions with yes or no's, the wind was already strong due to a storm hitting the UK, but when he responded, the wind felt warmer instead of freezing cold. My connection with him isn't as strong as you'd think, really. It's mainly me telling him to leave, to stop whining to me like a kid, to stop clinging to me.
He's currently a bit... mad at me, to say the least. This morning after the wind situation, I was telling him to stop making me feel so delusional, that he isn't real, that this is just my imagination, etc. He's been pouting all day, still clinging to me and hugging me but whenever I say something to him he goes "Well, why should I respond when you clearly don't think I'm your future husband, hmph!" What a whiny kid.. sigh. Worst part is that he's older than me by more than 5 years. I don't think you're idealizing him, I feel like he is your FS tbh but I can't be 100% certain since the future, your choices, etc can impact certain things. If his energy pops up again, I recommend don't doing what I did, or else he might become a whiny piece of shit.
Oh, I'm absolutely gonna avoid drinking too much at clubs. Sticking to just plain beer and maybe cider or whisky if we're feeling a little wild. No vodka and absolutely no gin! If it's meant to be and fated, the universe will fix that situation and help us meet together. I'll leave it to divine timing, but I would love to go clubbing with you <3
Trust me, little bastard is very cheeky. His fuckboy reputation really shows in these sorts of situations! We don't even know each otherrr, why is he ruining my chances of dating other people??? BAHAHA, thank youu!
Same goes to you, I really appreciate it!! We'll work hard and make our dreams come true, we can do this! I may post some stuff relating to business/financial advice + tips, nothing related to my own business, though!
It's no problem at all, this wasn't long and it was fun to read! I hope to speak to you again soon <3
#tarot#kpop#kpop tarot#pagan witch#future spouse#dream interpretation#dreams#tarot advice#freyreplies
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Text Conversation XXIV: World Cup Group Chat 6
Only one more World Cup Group Chat, then the chaos is over. The international chaos, at least...
Ibou: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Ibou: WORLD CUP FINALS BABY
Hendo: Proud of you laddie 👍
Ali: IBOU YOU DID IT!!! 🤗 🥳
VVD04: Nice work bro 🙂
Ibou: Thanks 😊
Boss: There’s my boy! 😁.
Ibou: YOU STILL DO THAT?
Boss: Some things never change. 😉.
SarcasticMilner: To Ibou: you did pretty good, kid.
SarcasticMilner: To Boss: adopt him already.
SarcasticMilner: To Hendo: is Operation Jude complete?
Hendo: I wouldn’t call it complete until he walks through the doors of Kirkby
TAA66: yea, then we can steal him and protect him!
Hendo: Trent! What have I told you about capitalizing your letters?
TAA66: You aren’t my grammar teacher
Hendo: I’m your skipper
TAA66: Fine
TAA66: wheres Robbo
Hendo: Trent! That’s “Where’s Robbo?”
Boss: Now Hendo, don’t be so hard on the kid
SarcasticMilner: And by “the kid” he means “his kid”, but go on
Boss: Anybody can make a mistake once in a while. I know I have 😶.
Robbo Hoodie: I’M HERE MATES 🍪 🏴🍪 🏴🍪 🏴🍪 🏴🍪 🏴🍪 🏴🍪 🏴
Ali: ROBBO! 🤗
SarcasticMilner: Are we—
Hendo: MILNER
Hendo: I’ll bring Slabhead Maguire into your bed if you say that again
SarcasticMilner: 😱 😒
Robbo Hoodie: Where’s Dejan?
Dejan: 🈁
Dejan: 2️⃣ 😞
Dejan: 2️⃣ 🦜
Boss: Now what the hack does that mean?
Hendo: What’s “what the hack”?
Boss: The only thing I hate more than Man. U is this stupid crater autocorrect on my new phone!
TAA66: Why are we talking about the moon landing?
SarcasticMilner: Because the boss is so old that he was already alive when it happened.
Robbo Hoodie: 🌚 🌛 🌜 🌝 🎑 🌑 🌒 🥮 ALL HAIL THE MOON
SarcasticMilner: WHY did we make this chat again?
VVD04: To communicate during the World Cup
SarcasticMilner: I could have done perfectly fine without communicating with any of you
Boss: STEVIA CRATER AUTOCORRECT
Boss: I MEANT STUPID CRANBERRY AUTOCORRECT
Boss: WAIT HAT’S NOT RIGHT HEATHER
Robbo Hoodie: Who’s Heather?
Ali: A new baby? 🤗 👶 🍼 🐤
Boss: Merry! Could you say what I meant, please?
SarcasticMilner: This is what the boss meant: stupid stevia cranberry crater aoudad
Dejan: That is NOT what he meant to say
Boss: Stupid crappy autocorrect!
Boss: FINALLY IT ALLOWS ME TO SWEAR
EgyptianKing: I think I know what Dejan meant
EgyptianKing: He’s here, but he’s too sad to talk
Ali: Poor thing 🥺 I forgive you now, Dejan
Ali: (partially)
TAA66: ALI can hold a grudge??? 🤣 This I’ve got to see
SarcasticMilner: I—
Hendo: MILNER
Ali: Is there a baby Heather, boss?
Boss: No
Boss: But the Powells are moving in with their daughter Arwen, so you’ll meet her tomorrow
Hendo: I’m getting Lord of the Rings vibes here
Ali: YAY
Hendo: Where’d Ibou go? 🤔
Ibou: Sorry guys, I’ve gotta go
Ibou: Matteo and Willo have pulled me into the dressing room party. They’re playing “Single Ladies” and we’re going to dance
SarcasticMilner: I still have PTSD from that Beyonce thing. Thanks a lot, KOSTAS
Ali: huh?
KostasDaGod: 😎
SarcasticMilner: LISTEN HERE, YOU BAS—
(BOSS has ended the chat before it gets any worse.)
#james milner#kostas tsimikas#alisson becker#alisson#ibrahima konate#ibou konate#jordan henderson#andy robertson#andy robbo#andrew robertson#trent alexander arnold#mo salah#mohamed salah#dejan lovren#virgil van djik#jurgen klopp#football imagine#football fanfic#football blurb#football#soccer fanfiction by lynn#soccer fanfiction#soccer#liverpool#liverpool fc#lfc#lfc players
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Hi there, Monaca! 😁 I’ve got a question for you (or for Repo-net about you). How would Monaca rank her friends/the other Warriors of Hope? I’ve always gotten the feeling that Monaca and Kotoko actually don’t get along very well even if they act like besties and that Monaca isn’t nearly as close to Masaru as someone might think, for instance. Is that really the case? Thanks in advance & enjoy your blog takeover! 😉
(A/N: Happy April’s Fools too! I’ve gotten such a great laugh about this! Your Monaca post was so spot on that I thought it was some sort of suggested Tumblr post from a Monaca rp blog at first. And gosh you changed your blog theme and colors and everything! It’s impressive!! 😊 Given the current Monaca theme, I thought this would be a good time to ask this but please don’t feel obligated or anything. Cheers!!)
Hello, friend from another land! Thank you for taking the time to write such an interesting question to Monaca.
Hmm, it's been some time since I spent my day thinking about the other Warriors of Hope. My goal is a little further from theirs; and Monaca just has too much on her plate to worry about what antics the four of them get up to. That, and ranking them feels a little trivial and 'gossipy'. But, since you asked so nicely, I'll be happy to indulge you in a few secrets!
4. Jataro Kemuri
Mmm... I don't really have much to say about poor old Jataro, unfortunately. He's just... kind of there. And Monaca feels like he's happy with that role. He says a lot of super strange and random stuff, going on suuuuper long tangets, and all he ever talks about is us hating him.
Which, if he really wants us to believe that? Then Monaca will! It makes him happy, for some strange reason. You can blame his mother for that. Jataro's honestly just really gross and weird - like a worm! But one with value, at the very least. You can never have too many throwaway pieces at your disposal to buy time for yourself, after all.
3. Masaru Daimon
'Monaca's in love with Masaru and how cool, strong and brave he is!' ... That's what Masaru thinks our relationship is, anyways. I get the feeling he does a lot of the stuff he does in an effort to impress Monaca, which I don't particularly mind. But he just feels so needy for the spotlight and to be a 'hero'. He's really reckless and gets himself into trouble so very often.
Frankly, Masaru has his 'redeemable' qualities, if you'd like to call them that. He does care for everyone else in the Warriors of Hope and the other kids in the city in his own arrogant and boastful kind of way, but his motivations are just so fueled with pride of being the best. Monaca can see why he turned out the way he did, but really, I just think he's a little bit too plain.
Still, he's a devoted boy who will never back down from a fight. Monaca could ask him to go out there and fight every adult in the city with his bare hands and he'd probably be silly enough to do it. The 'bravery' and supposed 'courage' he has can be turned into a selfish foolishness quickly and easily.
2. Kotoko Utsugi
If Monaca had to be blunt about it, there's quite the gap between this poor girl and the boy sitting at number one. And even then, she's only up this high anyways because she entertains me in ways the other boys can't. Having someone I can actually talk to about girly girl stuff is a nice way to breathe and relax for once, y'see?
But Monaca knows what Kotoko is. She doesn't love Monaca because she thinks she's 'totally adorbs' and 'so kyuuute'. She loves me because she knows that I know everything that can set her off and turn that freaky facade of hers into a shattered mess in mere seconds. She might be able to fool everyone else, but not Monaca. I know what she really sees me as in the depths of her mind.
But she's more cunning and serves more uses to the grand scheme of things compared to the two pieces below her. Monaca still thinks she's a fraud of an actress, but she wouldn't say that out loud and break poor Kotoko's heart; unless the time finally calls for it and she needs to be disciplined for stepping out of line. Heeheehee...
1. Nagisa Shingetsu
Oh, pitiful Nagisa. It's a travesty; Monaca can see so much potential and talent in him to be something more than what he already is. He can be Monaca's smartest and most reliable soldier, able to handle any task his princess assigns him to because she knows he's capable of it. She expects him to pass every assignment she gives him. But Monaca just can't feel that way about him.
If nothing else; I do... feel amused and charmed by Nagisa's devotion. Out of all the Warriors of Hope, it's super easy to tell that he's more focused than anyone else in our group about the paradise. But his heart is too fragile and too easily manipulated. And that's... dangerous. Monaca knows Nagisa's one heartfelt talk with an adult away from possibly turning against us - and worse, against Monaca.
So... as endearing as Nagisa's obvious feelings for Monaca are and how much he'll do for me to shower him with the praise he's so incredibly reliant on... all I see are the makings of a potential traitor who can't see the world the way Monaca sees it. A shame that him being so obsessed with me is going to be what leads him to break. It'll only be a matter of time though, and he'll finally help me to realize my dream. Doesn't that sound nice, Nagisa? 💚
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I haven't given you an ask in so long! I love doing this again 😁 Can you answer A,B,C,D,L,M and P? (And for L I'd love something about Doug or the Beast 😛)
Looooove you Sparrow 💕
@telli1206 I know, it's been a while! It's always fun doing these ask games, so I'm glad we're back at it again. I love you, too, Telli!! 💖💖
A - Ships that you currently like a lot.
Everything below is Descendants, but for this one, I gotta say SK8’s Matchablossom because that’s the ship that’s been heading my fleet as of late lmao. They’re the ship I didn’t know I needed and didn’t expect to fall in love with, but here we are. They mean the world to me. They are joy, they are comfort, they are relatable as fuck. I just love them a lot. 🥰🥰
B - A pairing–platonic, romantic or sexual–that you initially didn’t consider, but someone changed your mind.
I didn’t consider the Rotten OT4 at all when I first watched the movies, but when I got into the fandom, I started seeing fics about them and decided to check them out for curiosity’s sake. I just completely fell in love with the ship and the dynamics within it thanks to the amazing fic writers in this fandom. ♥️
C - A ship you have never liked and probably never will.
Jay/Gil. No disrespect to those who enjoy it, but I’m reallyyyy not a fan. The two of them together just don’t make sense to me for reasons I don’t care enough to get into and, ultimately, there’s nothing and no one who’s ever going to make me like them as a ship.
D - A pairing you wish you liked but just can’t.
Harlos, like in a romantic shippy way. I don’t know why, but they just don’t interest me that way even though I love both characters and I find their potential dynamics otherwise really intriguing. I’ve read a few good fics that involve this ship. Still always find myself wishing it was something Jaylos instead though lol.
L - Say something genuinely nice about a character who isn’t one of your faves.
DEEP SIGH. Something nice about Beast, huh… he would make a nice rug, does that count? 😏 And Doug, hmm? Oh, Telli, the cruelty. I jest, I jest. 😂 Uhhhh… he’s… clearly booksmart... which is good! 👍👍
M - Name a character that you’d like to have for a friend.
Jay! 🥺 He’s so friend shaped. He strikes me as the sort of person who gives really good hugs and has that kind of presence where you feel safe as soon as he walks into the room. I think he would be a really good listener and someone who always knows the right thing to say to make you laugh. He might be a little insensitive sometimes, but never on purpose and he’d do his best to learn from it because hurting his friends or anyone he loves is the last thing he wants to do.
Now, mind you, I think my initial reaction to him would be alike to Lonnie’s in the D1 kitchen scene lmao, but once we got past that, I’m pretty sure we’d get along great. 💕
P - Invent a random AU for any fandom (we always need more ideas).
This is heavily and shamelessly inspired by First Kill lol, but okay, so… AU where Jay and Carlos meet at high school and Jay, who’s new to the city and a vampire hunter by night, recognizes the seemingly kind, quiet, and unassuming Carlos for what he is: a vampire.
Eventually, they both end up at a party thrown by Carlos’ human friends, Mal and Evie, who rig a game of seven minutes in heaven because they can see something’s going on between the boys and they can’t remember the last time they saw Carlos show genuine romantic interest in anyone.
Jay’s suave as ever and absolutely confident Carlos isn’t on to him. He’s also confident that he can make this kill. It’s not the first time his target’s been attractive. He just needs to make Carlos trust him, then he can lure him out somewhere after the party where no one will think to look for them.
Carlos has been playing up his innocence for Jay, though. He knows who and what he is, and as soon as they’re alone in the closet, he advances on him and whispers (I can’t write this without laughing), “Is that a stake in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?”
Jay’s not sure what his emotions are doing with a vampire literally breathing down his neck. He’s more into it than he has any right to be, but it doesn’t seem to matter in that moment. He forgets everything, especially his father, who he’d promised a pair of fangs tonight to be turned in for a hefty bounty.
Fuck it is all he thinks as he meets Carlos’ eyes in the near-dark and boldly leans in to kiss him.
They only jump apart when someone bangs on the closet door to let them know their time is up.
As they return to the party, they exchange a glance that asks a silent, mutually unanswered question: “Now what?”
A - Z Fandom Asks
#telli1206#<3#descendants#jaylos#my drabbles#b/c that AU started becoming drabbly jdksajgkds#signs that my writing muse is returning yay <3#vampire!Carlos#with a twist#I really need to get back to my little vampire bat Carlos AU#but in the meantime enjoy a different take on things <3#I REALLY DID try with Beast and Doug btw#that's legitimately all I could come up with sorry djakgjdskg#ask games#the ask box#descendants fandom
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